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diff --git a/.gitattributes b/.gitattributes new file mode 100644 index 0000000..6833f05 --- /dev/null +++ b/.gitattributes @@ -0,0 +1,3 @@ +* text=auto +*.txt text +*.md text diff --git a/5066-0.txt b/5066-0.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..fe13a89 --- /dev/null +++ b/5066-0.txt @@ -0,0 +1,7801 @@ +The Project Gutenberg EBook of The Whole Family, by +William Dean Howells, Mary E. Wilkins Freeman, Mary Heaton Vorse, Mary Stewart Cutting, Elizabeth Jordan, John Kendrick Bangs, Henry James, Elizabeth Stuart Phelps, Edith Wyatt, Mary Raymond Shipman Andrews, Alice Brown, Henry Van Dyke + +This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with +almost no restrictions whatsoever. 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: The Whole Family + A Novel by Twelve Authors + +Author: William Dean Howells, Mary E. Wilkins Freeman, Mary Heaton Vorse, Mary Stewart Cutting, Elizabeth Jordan, John Kendrick Bangs, Henry James, Elizabeth Stuart Phelps, Edith Wyatt, Mary Raymond Shipman Andrews, Alice Brown, Henry Van Dyke + +Release Date: February, 2004 [EBook #5066] +Posting Date: August 21, 2016 +Last Updated: February 25, 2018 + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: UTF-8 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE WHOLE FAMILY *** + + + + +Produced by Dianne Bean + + + + + + + + +THE WHOLE FAMILY, + +A NOVEL BY TWELVE AUTHORS + +By William Dean Howells, Mary E. Wilkins Freeman, Mary Heaton Vorse, +Mary Stewart Cutting, Elizabeth Jordan, John Kendrick Bangs, Henry +James, Elizabeth Stuart Phelps, Edith Wyatt, Mary Raymond Shipman +Andrews, Alice Brown, Henry Van Dyke + + +CONTENTS + + I. The Father by William Dean Howells + II. The Old-Maid Aunt by Mary E. Wilkins Freeman + III. The Grandmother by Mary Heaton Vorse + IV. The Daughter-in-Law by Mary Stewart Cutting + V. The School-Girl by Elizabeth Jordan + VI. The Son-in-Law by John Kendrick Bangs + VII. The Married Son by Henry James + VIII. The Married Daughter by Elizabeth Stuart Phelps + IX. The Mother by Edith Wyatt + X. The School-Boy by Mary Raymond Shipman Andrews + XI. Peggy by Alice Brown + XII. The Friend of the Family by Henry Van Dyke + + + + +THE WHOLE FAMILY + + + + +I. THE FATHER, by William Dean Howells + +As soon as we heard the pleasant news--I suppose the news of an +engagement ought always to be called pleasant--it was decided that I +ought to speak first about it, and speak to the father. We had not been +a great while in the neighborhood, and it would look less like a bid +for the familiar acquaintance of people living on a larger scale than +ourselves, and less of an opening for our own intimacy if they turned +out to be not quite so desirable in other ways as they were in the +worldly way. For the ladies of the respective families first to offer +and receive congratulations would be very much more committing on both +sides; at the same time, to avoid the appearance of stiffness, some one +ought to speak, and speak promptly. The news had not come to us directly +from our neighbors, but authoritatively from a friend of theirs, who was +also a friend of ours, and we could not very well hold back. So, in the +cool of the early evening, when I had quite finished rasping my lawn +with the new mower, I left it at the end of the swath, which had brought +me near the fence, and said across it, + +“Good-evening!” + +My neighbor turned from making his man pour a pail of water on the earth +round a freshly planted tree, and said, “Oh, good-evening! How d'ye do? +Glad to see you!” and offered his hand over the low coping so cordially +that I felt warranted in holding it a moment. + +“I hope it's in order for me to say how very much my wife and I are +interested in the news we've heard about one of your daughters? May I +offer our best wishes for her happiness?” + +“Oh, thank you,” my neighbor said. “You're very good indeed. Yes, it's +rather exciting--for us. I guess that's all for to-night, Al,” he said, +in dismissal of his man, before turning to lay his arms comfortably +on the fence top. Then he laughed, before he added, to me, “And rather +surprising, too.” + +“Those things are always rather surprising, aren't they?” I suggested. + +“Well, yes, I suppose they are. It oughtn't be so in our case, though, +as we've been through it twice before: once with my son--he oughtn't +to have counted, but he did--and once with my eldest daughter. Yes, +you might say you never do quite expect it, though everybody else does. +Then, in this case, she was the baby so long, that we always thought of +her as a little girl. Yes, she's kept on being the pet, I guess, and we +couldn't realize what was in the air.” + +I had thought, from the first sight of him, that there was something +very charming in my neighbor's looks. He had a large, round head, which +had once been red, but was now a russet silvered, and was not too large +for his manly frame, swaying amply outward, but not too amply, at the +girth. He had blue, kind eyes, and a face fully freckled, and the girl +he was speaking of with a tenderness in his tones rather than his words, +was a young feminine copy of him; only, her head was little, under its +load of red hair, and her figure, which we had lately noticed flitting +in and out, as with a shy consciousness of being stared at on account of +her engagement, was as light as his was heavy on its feet. + +I said, “Naturally,” and he seemed glad of the chance to laugh again. + +“Well, of course! And her being away at school made it all the more so. +If we'd had her under our eye, here--Well, we shouldn't have had her +under our eye if she had BEEN here; or if we had, we shouldn't have seen +what was going on; at least _I_ shouldn't; maybe her mother would. So +it's just as well it happened as it did happen, I guess. We shouldn't +have been any the wiser if we'd known all about it.” I joined him in his +laugh at his paradox, and he began again. “What's that about being the +unexpected that happens? I guess what happens is what ought to have +been expected. We might have known when we let her go to a coeducational +college that we were taking a risk of losing her; but we lost our other +daughter that way, and SHE never went to ANY kind of college. I guess we +counted the chances before we let her go. What's the use? Of course +we did, and I remember saying to my wife, who's more anxious than I am +about most things--women are, I guess--that if the worst came to the +worst, it might not be such a bad thing. I always thought it wasn't +such an objectionable feature, in the coeducational system, if the young +people did get acquainted under it, and maybe so well acquainted that +they didn't want to part enemies in the end. I said to my wife that I +didn't see how, if a girl was going to get married, she could have a +better basis than knowing the fellow through three or four years' hard +work together. When you think of the sort of hit-or-miss affairs most +marriages are that young people make after a few parties and picnics, +coeducation as a preliminary to domestic happiness doesn't seem a bad +notion.” + +“There's something in what you say,” I assented. + +“Of course there is,” my neighbor insisted. “I couldn't help laughing, +though,” and he laughed, as if to show how helpless he had been, “at +what my wife said. She said she guessed if it came to that they would +get to know more of each other's looks than they did of their minds. She +had me there, but I don't think my girl has made out so very poorly even +as far as books are concerned.” + +Upon this invitation to praise her, I ventured to say, “A young lady of +Miss Talbert's looks doesn't need much help from books.” + +I could see that what I had said pleased him to the core, though he put +on a frown of disclaimer in replying, “I don't know about her looks. +She's a GOOD girl, though, and that's the main thing, I guess.” + +“For her father, yes, but other people don't mind her being pretty,” I +persisted. “My wife says when Miss Talbert comes out into the garden, +the other flowers have no chance.” + +“Good for Mrs. Temple!” my neighbor shouted, joyously giving himself +away. + +I have always noticed that when you praise a girl's beauty to her +father, though he makes a point of turning it off in the direction of +her goodness, he likes so well to believe she is pretty that he cannot +hold out against any persistence in the admirer of her beauty. My +neighbor now said with the effect of tasting a peculiar sweetness in my +words, “I guess I shall have to tell my wife, that.” Then he added, with +a rush of hospitality, “Won't you come in and tell her yourself?” + +“Not now, thank you. It's about our tea-time.” + +“Glad it isn't your DINNER-time!” he said, heartily. + +“Well, yes. We don't see the sense of dining late in a place like this. +The fact is, we're both village-bred, and we like the mid-day dinner. We +make rather a high tea, though.” + +“So do we. I always want a dish of something hot. My wife thinks cake is +light, but I think meat is.” + +“Well, cake is the New England superstition,” I observed. “And I suppose +York State, too.” + +“Yes, more than pie is,” he agreed. “For supper, anyway. You may have +pie at any or all of the three meals, but you have GOT to have cake +at tea, if you are anybody at all. In the place where my wife lived, a +woman's social standing was measured by the number of kinds of cake she +had.” + +We laughed at that, too, and then there came a little interval and I +said, “Your place is looking fine.” + +He turned his head and gave it a comprehensive stare. “Yes, it is,” he +admitted. “They tell me it's an ugly old house, and I guess if my girls, +counting my daughter-in-law, had their way, they would have that French +roof off, and something Georgian--that's what they call it--on, about as +quick as the carpenter could do it. They want a kind of classic front, +with pillars and a pediment; or more the Mount Vernon style, body +yellow, with white trim. They call it Georgian after Washington?” This +was obviously a joke. + +“No, I believe it was another George, or four others. But I don't +wonder you want to keep your house as it is. It expresses something +characteristic.” I saved myself by forbearing to say it was handsome. It +was, in fact, a vast, gray-green wooden edifice, with a mansard-roof cut +up into many angles, tipped at the gables with rockets and finials, and +with a square tower in front, ending in a sort of lookout at the top, +with a fence of iron filigree round it. The taste of 1875 could not go +further; it must have cost a heap of money in the depreciated paper of +the day. + +I suggested something of the kind to my neighbor, and he laughed. “I +guess it cost all we had at the time. We had been saving along up, and +in those days it used to be thought that the best investment you could +make was to put your money in a house of your own. That's what we did, +anyway. I had just got to be superintendent of the Works, and I don't +say but what we felt my position a little. Well, we felt it more than we +did when I got to be owner.” He laughed in good-humored self-satire. “My +wife used to say we wanted a large house so as to have it big enough to +hold me, when I was feeling my best, and we built the largest we could +for all the money we had. She had a plan of her own, which she took +partly from the house of a girl friend of hers where she had been +visiting, and we got a builder to carry out her idea. We did have +some talk about an architect, but the builder said he didn't want any +architect bothering around HIM, and I don't know as SHE did, either. +Her idea was plenty of chambers and plenty of room in them, and two big +parlors one side of the front door, and a library and dining-room on +the other; kitchen in the L part, and girl's room over that; wide +front hall, and black-walnut finish all through the first floor. It was +considered the best house at the time in Eastridge, and I guess it was. +But now, I don't say but what it's old-fashioned. I have to own up to +that with the girls, but I tell them so are we, and that seems to make +it all right for a while. I guess we sha'n't change.” + +He continued to stare at the simple-hearted edifice, so simple-hearted +in its out-dated pretentiousness, and then he turned and leaned over the +top of the fence where he had left his arms lying, while contemplating +the early monument of his success. In making my journalistic study, more +or less involuntary, of Eastridge, I had put him down as materially the +first man of the place; I might have gone farther and put him down as +the first man intellectually. We folk who have to do more constantly +with reading and writing are apt to think that the other folk who have +more to do with making and marketing have not so much mind, but I fancy +we make a mistake in that now and then. It is only another kind of mind +which they have quite as much of as we have of ours. It was intellectual +force that built up the Plated-Ware Works of Eastridge, where there +was no other reason for their being, and it was mental grip that held +constantly to the management, and finally grasped the ownership. Nobody +ever said that Talbert had come unfairly into that, or that he had +misused his money in buying men after he began to come into it in +quantity. He was felt in a great many ways, though he made something of +a point of not being prominent in politics, after being president of +the village two terms. The minister of his church was certainly such a +preacher as he liked; and nothing was done in the church society without +him; he gave the town a library building, and a soldier's monument; he +was foremost in getting the water brought in, which was natural enough +since he needed it the most; he took a great interest in school matters, +and had a fight to keep himself off the board of education; he went into +his pocket for village improvements whenever he was asked, and he was +the chief contributor to the public fountain under the big elm. If he +carefully, or even jealously guarded his own interests, and held the +leading law firm in the hollow of his hand, he was not oppressive, to +the general knowledge. He was a despot, perhaps, but he was Blackstone's +ideal of the head of a state, a good despot. In all his family relations +he was of the exemplary perfection which most other men attain only on +their tombstones, and I had found him the best of neighbors. There were +some shadows of diffidence between the ladies of our families, mainly on +the part of my wife, but none between Talbert and me. He showed me, as +a newspaper man with ideals if not abilities rather above the average, a +deference which pleased my wife, even more than me. + +It was the married daughter whom she most feared might, if occasion +offered, give herself more consequence than her due. She had tried to +rule her own family while in her father's house, and now though she +had a house of her own, my wife believed that she had not wholly +relinquished her dominion there. Her husband was the junior member of +the law firm which Talbert kept in his pay, to the exclusion of most +other clients, and he was a very good fellow, so far as I knew, with +the modern conception of his profession which, in our smaller towns and +cities, has resulted in corporation lawyers and criminal lawyers, and +has left to a few aging attorneys the faded traditions and the scanty +affairs of the profession. My wife does not mind his standing somewhat +in awe of his father-in-law, but she thinks poorly of his spirit in +relation to that managing girl he has married. Talbert's son is in the +business with him, and will probably succeed him in it; but it is well +known in the place that he will never be the man his father is, not +merely on account of his college education, but also on account of the +easy temperament, which if he had indulged it to the full would have +left him no better than some kind of artist. As it is, he seems to leave +all the push to his father; he still does some sketching outside, and +putters over the aesthetic details in the business, the new designs +for the plated ware, and the illustrated catalogues which the house +publishes every year; I am in hopes that we shall get the printing, +after we have got the facilities. It would be all right with the young +man in the opinion of his censors if he had married a different kind of +woman, but young Mrs. Talbert is popularly held just such another as her +husband, and easy-going to the last degree. She was two or three years +at the Art Students' League, and it was there that her husband met her +before they both decided to give up painting and get married. + +The two youngest children, or the fall chickens as they are called in +recognition of the wide interval between their ages and those of the +other children, are probably of the indeterminate character proper to +their years. We think the girl rather inclines to a hauteur based upon +the general neglect of that quality in the family, where even the +eldest sister is too much engaged in ruling to have much force left for +snubbing. The child carries herself with a vague loftiness, which has +apparently not awaited the moment of long skirts for keeping pretenders +to her favor at a distance. In the default of other impertinents to +keep in abeyance we fancy that she exercises her gift upon her younger +brother, who, so far as we have been able to note, is of a disposition +which would be entirely sweet if it were not for the exasperations he +suffers from her. I like to put myself in his place, and to hold that +he believes himself a better judge than she of the sort of companions he +chooses, she being disabled by the mental constitution of her sex, and +the defects of a girl's training, from knowing the rare quality of boys +who present themselves even to my friendly eyes as dirty, and, when not +patched, ragged. I please myself in my guesses at her character with the +conjecture that she is not satisfied with her sister's engagement to a +fellow-student in a co-educational college, who is looking forward to a +professorship. + +In spite of her injustice in regard to his own companions, this +imaginable attitude of hers impresses the boy, if I understand boys. I +have no doubt he reasons that she must be right about something, and as +she is never right about boys, she must be right about brothers-in-law, +potential if not actual. This one may be, for all the boy knows, a +sissy; he inclines to believe, from what he understands of the matter, +that he is indeed a sissy, or he would never have gone to a college +where half the students are girls. He himself, as I have heard, intends +to go to a college, but whether Harvard, or Bryant's Business College, +he has not yet decided. One thing he does know, though, and that is +there are not going to be any girls in it. We have not allowed our +invention so great play in regard to the elder members of our neighbor's +family perhaps because we really know something more about them. Mrs. +Talbert duly called after We came to Eastridge, and when my wife had +self-respectfully waited a proper time, which she made a little more +than a week lest she should feel that she had been too eager for the +acquaintance, she returned the call. Then she met not only Mrs. Talbert, +but Mrs. Talbert's mother, who lives with them, in an anxiety for their +health which would impair her own if she were not of a constitution +such as you do not find in these days of unladylike athletics. She was +inclined to be rather strict with my wife about her own health, and mine +too, and told her she must be careful not to let me work too hard, or +overeat, or leave off my flannels before the weather was settled in the +spring. She said she had heard that I had left a very good position on +a Buffalo paper when I bought the Eastridge Banner, and that the town +ought to feel very much honored. My wife suppressed her conviction that +this was the correct view of the case, in a deprecatory expression +of our happiness in finding ourselves in Eastridge, and our entire +satisfaction with our prospects and surroundings. Then Mrs. Talbert's +mother inquired, as delicately as possible, what denominations, +religious and medical, we were of, how many children we had, and whether +mostly boys or girls, and where and how long we had been married. She +was glad, she said, that we had taken the place next them, after our +brief sojourn in the furnished house where we had first lived, and +said that there was only one objection to the locality, which was +the prevalence of moths; they obliged you to put away your things in +naphtha-balls almost the moment the spring opened. She wished to know +what books my wife was presently reading, and whether she approved of +women's clubs to the extent that they were carried to in some places. +She believed in book clubs, but to her mind it was very questionable +whether the time that ladies gave to writing papers on so many different +subjects was well spent. She thought it a pity that so many things were +canned, nowadays, and so well canned that the old arts of pickling and +preserving were almost entirely lost. In the conversation, where she +bore a leading part as long as she remained in the room, her mind took +a wide range, and visited more human interests than my wife was at first +able to mention, though afterward she remembered so many that I formed +the notion of something encyclopedic in its compass. When she reached +the letter Z, she rose and took leave of my wife, saying that now she +must go and lie down, as it appeared to be her invariable custom to do +(in behalf of the robust health which she had inherited unimpaired from +a New England ancestry), at exactly half-past four every afternoon. +It was this, she said, more than any one thing that enabled her to go +through so much as she did; but through the door which she left open +behind her my wife heard Talbert's voice saying, in mixed mockery and +tenderness, “Don't forget your tonic, mother,” and hers saying, “No, I +won't, Cyrus. I never forget it, and it's a great pity you don't take +it, too.” + +It was our conclusion from all the facts of this call, when we came +to discuss them in the light of some friendly gossip which we had +previously heard, that the eldest daughter of the Talberts came honestly +by her love of ruling if she got it from her grandmother, but that she +was able to indulge it oftener, and yet not so often as might have been +supposed from the mild reticence of her mother. Older if not shrewder +observers than ourselves declared that what went in that house was what +Mrs. Talbert said, and that it went all the more effectively because +what she said Talbert said too. + +That might have been because she said so little. When her mother left +the room she let a silence follow in which she seemed too embarrassed +to speak for a while on finding herself alone with my wife, and my wife +decided that the shyness of the girl whose engagement was soon afterward +reported, as well as the easy-goingness of the eldest son, had come from +their mother. As soon as Mrs. Talbert could command herself, she began +to talk, and every word she said was full of sense, with a little gust +of humor in the sense which was perfectly charming. Absolutely unworldly +as she was, she had very good manners; in her evasive way she was +certainly qualified to be the leader of society in Eastridge, and +socially Eastridge thought fairly well of itself. She did not obviously +pretend to so much literature as her mother, but she showed an even +nicer intelligence of our own situation in Eastridge. She spoke with a +quiet appreciation of the improvement in the Banner, which, although she +quoted Mr. Talbert, seemed to be the result of her personal acquaintance +with the paper in the past as well as the present. My wife pronounced +her the ideal mother of a family, and just what the wife of such a +man as Cyrus Talbert ought to be, but no doubt because Mrs. Talbert's +characteristics were not so salient as her mother's, my wife was less +definitely descriptive of her. + +From time to time, it seemed that there was a sister of Mr. Talbert's +who visited in the family, but was now away on one of the many other +visits in which she passed her life. She was always going or coming +somewhere, but at the moment she was gone. My wife inferred from the +generation to which her brother belonged that she had long been a lady +of that age when ladies begin to be spoken of as maiden. Mrs. Talbert +spoke of her as if they were better friends than sisters-in-law are apt +to be, and said that she was to be with them soon, and she would +bring her with her when she returned my wife's call. From the general +impression in Eastridge we gathered that Miss Talbert was not without +the disappointment which endears maiden ladies to the imagination, but +the disappointment was of a date so remote that it was only matter of +pathetic hearsay, now. Miss Talbert, in her much going and coming, had +not failed of being several times in Europe. She especially affected +Florence, where she was believed to have studied the Tuscan School to +unusual purpose, though this was not apparent in any work of her own. We +formed the notion that she might be uncomfortably cultured, but when +she came to call with Mrs. Talbert afterward, my wife reported that you +would not have thought, except for a remark she dropped now and then, +that she had ever been out of her central New York village, and so far +from putting on airs of art, she did not speak of any gallery abroad, or +of the pensions in which she stayed in Florence, or the hotels in other +cities of Italy where she had stopped to visit the local schools of +painting. + +In this somewhat protracted excursion I have not forgotten that I left +Mr. Talbert leaning against our party fence, with his arms resting on +the top, after a keen if not critical survey of his dwelling. He did not +take up our talk at just the point where we had been in it, but after a +reflective moment, he said, “I don't remember just whether Mrs. Temple +told my mother-in-law you were homoeopaths or allopaths.” + +“Well,” I said, “that depends. I rather think we are homoeopaths of +a low-potency type.” My neighbor's face confessed a certain +disappointment. “But we are not bigoted, even in the article of +appreciable doses. Our own family doctor in our old place always advised +us, in stress of absence from him, to get the best doctor wherever +we happened to be, so far as we could make him out, and not mind what +school he was of. I suppose we have been treated by as many allopaths as +homoeopaths, but we're rather a healthy family, and put it all together +we have not been treated a great deal by either.” + +Mr. Talbert looked relieved. “Oh, then you will have Dr. Denbigh. He +puts your rule the other way, and gets the best patient he can, no +matter whether he is a homoeopath or an allopath. We have him, in all +our branches; he is the best doctor in Eastridge, and he is the best +man. I want you to know him, and you can't know a doctor the way you +ought to, unless he's your family physician.” + +“You're quite right, I think, but that's a matter I should have to leave +two-thirds of to my wife: women are two-thirds of the patients in +every healthy family, and they ought to have the ruling voice about the +doctor.” We had formed the habit already of laughing at any appearance +of joke in each other, and my neighbor now rolled his large head in +mirth, and said: + +“That's so, I guess. But I guess there won't be any trouble about Mrs. +Temple's vote when she sees Denbigh. His specialty is the capture of +sensible women. They all swear by him. You met him, didn't you, at my +office, the other day?” + +“Oh yes, and I liked him so much that I wished I was sick on the spot!” + +“That's good!” my neighbor said, joyfully. + +“Well, you could meet the doctor there almost any afternoon of the week, +toward closing-up hours, and almost any evening at our house here, when +he isn't off on duty. It's a generally understood thing that if he isn't +at home, or making a professional visit, he's at one place or the other. +The farmers round stop for him with their buggies, when they're in a +hurry, and half our calls over the 'phone are for Dr. Denbigh. The fact +is he likes to talk, and if there's any sort of man that _I_ like to +talk with better than another, it's a doctor. I never knew one yet that +didn't say something worth while within five minutes' time. Then, you +know that you can be free with them, be yourself, and that's always +worth while, whether you're worth while yourself or not. You can say +just what you think about anybody or anything, and you know it won't +go farther. You may not be a patient, but they've always got their +Hippocratic oath with them, and they're safe. That so?” + +My neighbor wished the pleasure of my explicit assent; my tacit assent +he must have read in my smile. “Yes,” I said, “and they're always so +tolerant and compassionate. I don't want to say anything against the +reverend clergy; they're oftener saints upon earth than we allow; but a +doctor is more solid comfort; he seems to understand you exponentially.” + +“That's it! You've hit it! He's seen lots of other cases like yours, and +next to a man's feeling that he's a peculiar sufferer, he likes to know +that there are other fellows in the same box.” + +We both laughed at this; it was, in fact, a joke we were the joint +authors of. + +“Well, we don't often talk about my ailments; I haven't got a great +many; and generally we get on some abstract topic. Just now we're +running the question of female education, perhaps because it's +impersonal, and we can both treat of it without prejudice.” + +“The doctor isn't married, I believe?” + +“He's a widower of long standing, and that's the best kind of doctor to +have: then he's a kind of a bachelor with practical wisdom added. You +see, I've always had the idea that women, beginning with little girls +and ending with grandmothers, ought to be brought up as nearly like +their brothers as can be--that is, if they are to be the wives of other +women's brothers. It don't so much matter how an old maid is brought up, +but you can't have her destiny in view, though I believe if an old +maid could be brought up more like an old bachelor she would be more +comfortable to herself, anyway.” + +“And what does Dr. Denbigh say?” + +“Well, you must hear him talk. I guess he rather wants to draw me out, +for the most part.” + +“I don't wonder at that. I wish you'd draw yourself out. I've thought +something in the direction of your opinion myself.” + +“Have you? That's good! We'll tackle the doctor together sometime. The +difficulty about putting a thing like that in practice is that you have +to co-operate in it with women who have been brought up in the old way. +A man's wife is a woman--” + +“Generally,” I assented, as if for argument's sake. + +He gave himself time to laugh. “And she has the charge of the children +as long as they're young, and she's a good deal more likely to bring +up the boys like girls than the girls like boys. But the boys take +themselves out of her hands pretty soon, while the girls have to stay +under her thumb till they come out just the kind of women we've always +had.” + +“We've managed to worry along with them.” + +“Yes, we have. And I don't say but what we fancy them as they are when +we first begin to 'take notice.' One trouble is that children are sick +so much, and their mothers scare you with that, and you haven't the +courage to put your theories into practice. I can't say that any of my +girls have inherited my constitution but this one.” I knew he meant +the one whose engagement was the origin of our conversation. “If you've +heard my mother-in-law talk about her constitution you would think +she belonged to the healthiest family that ever got out of New England +alive, but the fact is there's always something the matter with her, or +she thinks there is, and she's taking medicine for it, anyway. I can't +say but what my wife has always been strong enough, and I've been +satisfied to have the children take after her; but when I saw this one's +sorrel-top as we used to call it before we admired red hair, I knew she +was a Talbert, and I made up my mind to begin my system with her.” + He laughed as with a sense of agreeable discomfiture. “I can't say it +worked very well, or rather that it had a chance. You see, her mother +had to apply it; I was always too busy. And a curious thing was that +though the girl looked like me, she was a good deal more like her mother +in temperament and character.” + +“Perhaps,” I ventured, “that's the reason why she was your favorite.” + +He dropped his head in rather a shamefaced way, but lifted it with +another laugh. “Well, there may be something in that. Not,” he gravely +retrieved himself, “that we have ever distinguished between our +children.” + +“No, neither have we. But one can't help liking the ways of one child +better than another; one will rather take the fancy more than the rest.” + +“Well,” my neighbor owned, “I don't know but it's that kind of shyness +in them both. I suppose one likes to think his girl looks like him, +but doesn't mind her being like her mother. I'm glad she's got my +constitution, though. My eldest daughter is more like her grandmother in +looks, and I guess she's got her disposition too, more. I don't know,” + he said, vaguely, “what the last one is going to be like. She seems to +be more worldly. But,” he resumed, strenuously, as if the remembrance of +old opposition remained in his nerves, “when it came to this going off +to school, or college, or whatever, I put my foot down, and kept it +down. I guess her mother was willing enough to do my way, but her sister +was all for some of those colleges where girls are educated with other +girls and not with young men. She said they were more ladylike, and a +lot more stuff and nonsense, and were more likely to be fit for society. +She said this one would meet a lot of jays, and very likely fall in +love with one; and when we first heard of this affair of Peggy's I don't +believe but what her sister got more satisfaction out of it than I did. +She's quick enough! And a woman likes to feel that she's a prophetess at +any time of her life. That's about all that seems to keep some of them +going when they get old.” I knew that here he had his mother-in-law +rather than his daughter in mind, and I didn't interrupt the sarcastic +silence into which he fell. “You've never met the young man, I believe?” + he asked, at quite another point, and to the negation of my look he +added, “To be sure! We've hardly met him ourselves; he's only been here +once; but you'll see him--you and Mrs. Temple. Well!” He lifted his +head, as if he were going away, but he did not lift his arms from the +fence, and so I knew that he had not emptied the bag of his unexpected +confidences; I did not know why he was making them to me, but I liked +him the better for them, and tried to feel that I was worthy of them. He +began with a laugh, “They both paid it into me so,” and now I knew that +he meant his eldest daughter as well as her grandmother, “that my wife +turned round and took my part, and said it was the very best thing that +could happen; and she used all the arguments that I had used with her, +when she had her misgivings about it, and she didn't leave them a word +to say. A curious thing about it was, that though my arguments seemed +to convince them, they didn't convince me. Ever notice, how when another +person repeats what you've said, it sounds kind of weak and foolish?” I +owned that my reasons had at times some such way of turning against me +from the mouths of others, and he went on: “But they seemed to silence +her own misgivings, and she's been enthusiastic for the engagement +ever since. What's the reason,” he asked, “why a man, if he's any way +impetuous, wants to back out of a situation just about the time a woman +has got set in it like the everlasting hills? Is it because she feels +the need of holding fast for both, or is it because she knows she hasn't +the strength to keep to her conclusion, if she wavers at all, while a +man can let himself play back and forth, and still stay put.” + +“Well, in a question like that,” I said, and I won my neighbor's easy +laugh, “I always like to give my own sex the benefit of the doubt, and +I haven't any question but man's inconsistency is always attributable to +his magnanimity.” + +“I guess I shall have to put that up on the doctor,” my neighbor said, +as he lifted his arms from the fence at last, and backed away from it. +I knew that he was really going in-doors now, and that I must come out +with what was in my mind, if I meant to say it at all, and so I said, +“By-the-way, there's something. You know I don't go in much for what's +called society journalism, especially in the country press, where it +mostly takes the form of 'Miss Sadie Myers is visiting with Miss Mamie +Peters,' but I realize that a country paper nowadays must be a kind of +open letter to the neighborhood, and I suppose you have no objection to +my mentioning the engagement?” + +This made Mr. Talbert look serious; and I fancy my proposition made +him realize the affair as he had not before, perhaps. After a moment's +pause, he said, “Well! That's something I should like to talk with my +wife about.” + +“Do so!” I applauded. “I only suggest it--or chiefly, or partly--because +you can have it reach our public in just the form you want, and the +Rochester and Syracuse papers will copy my paragraph; but if you leave +it to their Eastridge correspondents--” + +“That's true,” he assented. “I'll speak to Mrs. Talbert--” He walked so +inconclusively away that I was not surprised to have him turn and come +back before I left my place. “Why, certainly! Make the announcement! +It's got to come out. It's a kind of a wrench, thinking of it as a +public affair; because a man's daughter is always a little girl to him, +and he can't realize--And this one--But of course!” + +“Would you like to suggest any particular form of words?” I hesitated. + +“Oh no! Leave that to you entirely. I know we can trust you not to make +any blare about it. Just say that they were fellow-students--I should +like that to be known, so that people sha'n't think I don't like to have +it known--and that he's looking forward to a professorship in the same +college--How queer it all seems!” + +“Very well, then, I'll announce it in our next. There's time to send me +word if Mrs. Talbert has any suggestions.” + +“All right. But she won't have any. Well, good-evening.” + +“Good-evening,” I said from my side of the fence; and when I had watched +him definitively in-doors, I turned and walked into my own house. + +The first thing my wife said was, “You haven't asked him to let you +announce it in the Banner?” + +“But I have, though!” + +“Well!” she gasped. + +“What is the matter?” I demanded. “It's a public affair, isn't it?” + +“It's a family affair--” + +“Well, I consider the readers of the Banner a part of the family.” + + + + +II. THE OLD-MAID AUNT, by Mary E. Wilkins Freeman + +I am relegated here in Eastridge to the position in which I suppose I +properly belong, and I dare say it is for my best spiritual and temporal +good. Here I am the old-maid aunt. Not a day, not an hour, not a minute, +when I am with other people, passes that I do not see myself in +their estimation playing that role as plainly as if I saw myself in a +looking-glass. It is a moral lesson which I presume I need. I have just +returned from my visit at the Pollards' country-house in Lancaster, +where I most assuredly did not have it. I do not think I deceive myself. +I know it is the popular opinion that old maids are exceedingly prone to +deceive themselves concerning the endurance of their youth and charms, +and the views of other people with regard to them. But I am willing, +even anxious, to be quite frank with myself. Since--well, never mind +since what time--I have not cared an iota whether I was considered an +old maid or not. The situation has seemed to me rather amusing, inasmuch +as it has involved a secret willingness to be what everybody has +considered me as very unwilling to be. I have regarded it as a sort of +joke upon other people. + +But I think I am honest--I really mean to be, and I think I am--when I +say that outside Eastridge the role of an old-maid aunt is the very last +one which I can take to any advantage. Here I am estimated according +to what people think I am, rather than what I actually am. In the first +place, I am only fifteen years older than Peggy, who has just become +engaged, but those fifteen years seem countless aeons to the child +herself and the other members of the family. I am ten years younger than +my brother's wife, but she and my brother regard me as old enough to be +her mother. As for Grandmother Evarts, she fairly looks up to me as her +superior in age, although she DOES patronize me. She would patronize +the prophets of old. I don't believe she ever says her prayers +without infusing a little patronage into her petitions. The other +day Grandmother Evarts actually inquired of me, of ME! concerning a +knitting-stitch. I had half a mind to retort, “Would you like a lesson +in bridge, dear old soul?” She never heard of bridge, and I suppose she +would have thought I meant bridge-building. I sometimes wonder why it +is that all my brother's family are so singularly unsophisticated, even +Cyrus himself, able as he is and dear as he is. + +Sometimes I speculate as to whether it can be due to the mansard-roof +of their house. I have always had a theory that inanimate things exerted +more of an influence over people than they dreamed, and a mansard-roof, +to my mind, belongs to a period which was most unsophisticated and +fatuous, not merely concerning aesthetics, but simple comfort. Those +bedrooms under the mansard-roof are miracles not only of ugliness, but +discomfort, and there is no attic. I think that a house without a good +roomy attic is like a man without brains. Possibly living in a brainless +house has affected the mental outlook of my relatives, although their +brains are well enough. Peggy is not exactly remarkable for hers, but +she is charmingly pretty, and has a wonderful knack at putting on +her clothes, which might be esteemed a purely feminine brain, in her +fingers. Charles Edward really has brains, although he is a round peg +in a square hole, and as for Alice, her brains are above the normal, +although she unfortunately knows it, and Billy, if he ever gets away +from Alice, will show what he is made of. Maria's intellect is all +right, although cast in a petty mould. She repeats Grandmother Evarts, +which is a pity, because there are types not worth repeating. Maria if +she had not her husband Tom to manage, would simply fall on her face. It +goes hard with a purely patronizing soul when there is nobody to manage; +there is apt to be an explosion. However, Maria HAS Tom. But none of my +brother's family, not even my dear sister-in-law, Cyrus's wife, have the +right point of view with regard to the present, possibly on account +of the mansard-roof which has overshadowed them. They do not know that +today an old-maid aunt is as much of an anomaly as a spinning-wheel, +that she has ceased to exist, that she is prehistoric, that even +grandmothers have almost disappeared from off the face of the earth. In +short, they do not know that I am not an old-maid aunt except under this +blessed mansard-roof, and some other roofs of Eastridge, many of which +are also mansard, where the influence of their fixed belief prevails. +For instance, they told the people next door, who have moved here +recently, that the old-maid aunt was coming, and so, when I went to call +with my sister-in-law, Mrs. Temple saw her quite distinctly. To think of +Ned Temple being married to a woman like that, who takes things on trust +and does not use her own eyes! Her two little girls are exactly like +her. I wonder what Ned himself will think. I wonder if he will see that +my hair is as red-gold as Peggy's, that I am quite as slim, that there +is not a line on my face, that I still keep my girl color with no aid, +that I wear frills of the latest fashion, and look no older than when he +first saw me. I really do not know myself how I have managed to remain +so intact; possibly because I have always grasped all the minor sweets +of life, even if I could not have the really big worth-while ones. I +honestly do not think that I have had the latter. But I have not taken +the position of some people, that if I cannot have what I want most I +will have nothing. I have taken whatever Providence chose to give me in +the way of small sweets, and made the most of them. Then I have had much +womanly pride, and that is a powerful tonic. + +For instance, years ago, when my best lamp of life went out, so to +speak, I lit all my candles and kept my path. I took just as much +pains with my hair and my dress, and if I was unhappy I kept it out of +evidence on my face. I let my heart ache and bleed, but I would have +died before I wrinkled my forehead and dimmed my eyes with tears and let +everybody else know. That was about the time when I met Ned Temple, and +he fell so madly in love with me, and threatened to shoot himself if I +would not marry him. He did not. Most men do not. I wonder if he placed +me when he heard of my anticipated coming. Probably he did not. They +have probably alluded to me as dear old Aunt Elizabeth, and when he met +me (I was staying at Harriet Munroe's before she was married) nobody +called me Elizabeth, but Lily. Miss Elizabeth Talbert, instead of +Lily Talbert, might naturally set him wrong. Everybody here calls me +Elizabeth. Outside Eastridge I am Lily. I dare say Ned Temple has not +dreamed who I am. I hear that he is quite brilliant, although the poor +fellow must be limited as to his income. However, in some respects it +must be just as well. It would be a great trial to a man with a large +income to have a wife like Mrs. Temple, who could make no good use of +it. You might load that poor soul with crown jewels and she would +make them look as if she had bought them at a department store for +ninety-eight cents. And the way she keeps her house must be maddening, I +should think, to a brilliant man. Fancy the books on the table being +all arranged with the large ones under the small ones in perfectly even +piles! I am sure that he has his meals on time, and I am equally sure +that the principal dishes are preserves and hot biscuits and cake. That +sort of diet simply shows forth in Mrs. Temple and her children. I am +sure that his socks are always mended, but I know that he always wipes +his feet before he enters the house, that it has become a matter of +conscience with him; and those exactions are to me pathetic. These +reflections are uncommonly like the popular conception as to how an +old-maid aunt should reflect, had she not ceased to exist. Sometimes I +wish she were still existing and that I carried out her character to the +full. I am not at all sure but she, as she once was, coming here, would +not have brought more happiness than I have. I must say I thought so +when I saw poor Harry Goward turn so pale when he first saw me after my +arrival. Why, in the name of common-sense, Ada, my sister-in-law, when +she wrote to me at the Pollards', announcing Peggy's engagement, could +not have mentioned who the man was, I cannot see. + +Sometimes it seems to me that only the girl and the engagement figure at +all in such matters. I suppose Peggy always alluded to me as “dear Aunt +Elizabeth,” when that poor young fellow knew me at the Abercrombies', +where we were staying a year ago, as Miss Lily Talbert. The situation +with regard to him and Peggy fairly puzzles me. I simply do not know +what to do. Goodness knows I never lifted my finger to attract him. +Flirtations between older women and boys always have seemed to me +contemptible. I never particularly noticed him, although he is a +charming young fellow, and there is not as much difference in our ages +as in those of Harriet Munroe and her husband, and if I am not mistaken +there is more difference between the ages of Ned Temple and his wife. +Poor soul! she looks old enough to be his mother, as I remember him, but +that may be partly due to the way she arranges her hair. However, Ned +himself may have changed; there must be considerable wear and tear about +matrimony, taken in connection with editing a country newspaper. If I +had married Ned I might have looked as old as Mrs. Temple does. I wonder +what Ned will do when he sees me. I know he will not turn white, as poor +Harry Goward did. That really worries me. I am fond of little Peggy, +and the situation is really rather awful. She is engaged to a man who +is fond of her aunt and cannot conceal it. Still, the affection of most +male things is curable. If Peggy has sense enough to retain her love for +frills and bows, and puts on her clothes as well, and arranges her hair +as prettily, after she has been married a year--no, ten years (it will +take at least ten years to make a proper old-maid aunt of me)--she may +have the innings. But Peggy has no brains, and it really takes a woman +with brains to keep her looks after matrimony. + +Of course, the poor little soul has no danger to fear from me; it +is lucky for her that her fiance fell in love with me; but it is the +principle of the thing which worries me. Harry Goward must be as fickle +as a honey-bee. There is no assurance whatever for Peggy that he will +not fall headlong in love--and headlong is just the word for it--with +any other woman after he has married her. I did not want the poor fellow +to stick to me, but when I come to think of it that is the trouble. +How short-sighted I am! It is his perverted fickleness rather than his +actual fickleness which worries me. He has proposed to Peggy when he was +in love with another woman, probably because he was in love with +another woman. Now Peggy, although she is not brilliant, in spite of her +co-education (perhaps because of it), is a darling, and she deserves +a good husband. She loves this man with her whole heart, poor little +thing! that is easy enough to be seen, and he does not care for her, at +least not when I am around or when I am in his mind. The question is, +is this marriage going to make the child happy? My first impulse, when +I saw Harry Goward and knew that he was poor Peggy's lover, was +immediately to pack up and leave. Then I really wondered if that was +the wisest thing to do. I wanted to see for myself if Harry Goward were +really in earnest about poor little Peggy and had gotten over his mad +infatuation for her aunt and would make her a good husband. Perhaps +I ought to leave, and yet I wonder if I ought. Harry Goward may have +turned pale simply from his memory of what an uncommon fool he had been, +and the consideration of the embarrassing position in which his past +folly has placed him, if I chose to make revelations. He might have +known that I would not; still, men know so little of women. I think that +possibly I am worrying myself needlessly, and that he is really in love +with Peggy. She is quite a little beauty, and she does know how to put +her clothes on so charmingly. The adjustments of her shirt-waists are +simply perfection. I may be very foolish to go away; I may be even +insufferably conceited in assuming that Harry's change of color +signified anything which could make it necessary. But, after all, he +must be fickle and ready to turn from one to another, or deceitful, and +I must admit that if Peggy were my daughter, and Harry had never been +mad about me six weeks ago, but about some other woman, I should still +feel the same way. + +Sometimes I wonder if I ought to tell Ada. She is the girl's mother. I +might shift the responsibility on to her. I almost think I will. She is +alone in her room now, I know. Peggy and Harry have gone for a drive, +and the rest have scattered. It is a good chance. I really don't feel as +if I ought to bear the whole responsibility alone. I will go this minute +and tell Ada. + + +Well, I have told Ada, and here I am back in my room, laughing over the +result. I might as well have told the flour-barrel. Anything like Ada's +ease of character and inability to worry or even face a disturbing +situation I have never seen. I laugh, although her method of receiving +my tale was not, so to speak, flattering to me. Ada was in her loose +white kimono, and she was sitting at her shady window darning stockings +in very much the same way that a cow chews her cud; and when I told her, +under promise of the strictest secrecy, she just laughed that placid +little laugh of hers and said, taking another stitch, “Oh, well, boys +are always falling in love with older women.” And when I asked if she +thought seriously that Peggy might not be running a risk, she said: “Oh +dear, no; Harry is devoted to the child. You can't be foolish enough. +Aunt Elizabeth, to think that he is in love with you NOW?” + +I said, “Certainly not.” It was only the principle involved; that the +young man must be very changeable, and that Peggy might run a risk in +the future if Harry were thrown in much with other women. + +Ada only laughed again, and kept on with her darning, and said she +guessed there was no need to worry. Harry seemed to her very much like +Cyrus, and she was sure that Cyrus had never thought of another woman +besides herself (Ada). + +I wonder if another woman would have said what I might have said, +especially after that imputation of the idiocy of my thinking that a +young man could possibly fancy ME. I said nothing, but I wondered what +Ada would say if she knew what I knew, if she would continue to chew her +cud, that Cyrus had been simply mad over another girl, and only married +her because he could not get the other one, and when the other died, +five years after he was married to Ada, he sent flowers, and I should +not to this day venture to speak that girl's name to the man. She was a +great beauty, and she had a wonderful witchery about her. I was only +a child, but I remember how she looked. Why, I fell in love with her +myself! Cyrus can never forget a woman like that for a cud-chewing +creature like Ada, even if she does keep his house in order and make a +good mother to his children. The other would not have kept the house +in order at all, but it would have been a shrine. Cyrus worshipped that +girl, and love may supplant love, but not worship. Ada does not know, +and she never will through me, but I declare I was almost wicked enough +to tell her when I saw her placidly darning away, without the slightest +conception, any more than a feather pillow would have, of what this +ridiculous affair with me might mean in future consequences to poor, +innocent little Peggy. But I can only hope the boy has gotten over his +feeling for me, that he has been really changeable, for that would be +infinitely better than the other thing. + + +Well, I shall not need to go away. Harry Goward has himself solved that +problem. He goes himself to-morrow. He has invented a telegram about a +sick uncle, all according to the very best melodrama. But what I +feared is true--he is still as mad as ever about me. I went down to +the post-office for the evening mail, and was coming home by moonlight, +unattended, as any undesirable maiden aunt may safely do, when the boy +overtook me. I had heard his hurried steps behind me for some time. Up +he rushed just as we reached the vacant lot before the Temple house, and +caught my arm and poured forth a volume of confessions and avowals, and, +in short, told me he did not love Peggy, but me, and he never would love +anybody but me. I actually felt faint for a second. Then I talked. I +told him what a dishonorable wretch he was, and said he might as well +have plunged a knife into an innocent, confiding girl at once as to +have treated Peggy so. I told him to go away and let me alone and write +friendly letters to Peggy, and see if he would not recover his senses, +if he had any to recover, which I thought doubtful; and then when he +said he would not budge a step, that he would remain in Eastridge, if +only for the sake of breathing the same air I did, that he would tell +Peggy the whole truth at once, and bear all the blame which he deserved +for being so dishonorable, I arose to the occasion. I said, “Very well, +remain, but you may have to breathe not only the same air that I do, but +also the same air that the man whom I am to marry does.” I declare that +I had no man whatever in mind. I said it in sheer desperation. Then the +boy burst forth with another torrent, and the secret was out. + +My brother and my sister-in-law and Grandmother Evarts and the children, +for all I know, have all been match-making for me. I did not suspect it +of them. I supposed they esteemed my case as utterly hopeless, and then +I knew that Cyrus knew about--well, never mind; I don't often mention +him to myself. I certainly thought that they all would have as soon +endeavored to raise the dead as to marry me, but it seems that they have +been thinking that while there is life there is hope, or rather, +while there are widowers there is hope. And there is a widower in +Eastridge--Dr. Denbigh. He is the candle about which the mothlike dreams +of ancient maidens and widows have fluttered, to their futile singeing, +for the last twenty years. I really did not dream that they would think +I would flutter, even if I was an old-maid aunt. But Harry cried out +that if I were going to marry Dr. Denbigh he would go away. He never +would stay and be a witness to such sacrilege. “That OLD man!” he raved. +And when I said I was not a young girl myself he got all the madder. +Well, I allowed him to think I was going to marry Dr. Denbigh (I +wonder what the doctor would say), and as a consequence Harry will flit +to-morrow, and he is with poor little Peggy out in the grape-arbor, and +she is crying her eyes out. If he dares tell her what a fool he is I +could kill him. I am horribly afraid that he will let it out, for I +never saw such an alarmingly impetuous youth. Young Lochinvar out of the +west was mere cambric tea to him. I am really thankful that he has not +a gallant steed, nor even an automobile, for the old-maid aunt might yet +be captured as the Sabine women were. + + +Well, thank fortune, Harry has left, and he cannot have told, for poor +little Peggy has been sitting with me for a solid hour, sniffing, and +sounding his praises. Somehow the child made me think of myself at +her age. I was about a year older when my tragedy came and was never +righted. Hers, I think, will be, since Harry was not such an ass as to +confess before he went away. But all the same, I am concerned for her +happiness, for Harry is either fickle or deceitful. Sometimes I wonder +what my duty is, but I can't tell the child. It would do no more good +for me to consult my brother Cyrus than it did to consult Ada. I know of +no one whom I can consult. Charles Edward and his wife, who is just +like Ada, pretty, but always with her shirt-waist hunching in the back, +sitting wrong, and standing lopsided, and not worrying enough to give +her character salt and pepper, are there. (I should think she would +drive Charles Edward, who is really an artist, only out of his proper +sphere, mad.) Tom and Maria are down there, too, on the piazza, and Ada +at her everlasting darning, and Alice bossing Billy as usual. I can hear +her voice. I think I will put on another gown and go for a walk. + +I think I will put on my pink linen, and my hat lined with pink chiffon +and trimmed with shaded roses. That particular shade of pink is just +right for my hair. I know quite well how I look in that gown and hat, +and I know, also, quite well how I shall look to the members of my +family assembled below. They all unanimously consider that I should +dress always in black silk, and a bonnet with a neat little tuft of +middle-aged violets, and black ribbons tied under my chin. I know I am +wicked to put on that pink gown and hat, but I shall do it. I wonder why +it amuses me to be made fun of. Thank fortune, I have a sense of humor. +If I did not have that it might have come to the black silk and the +bonnet with the tuft of violets, for the Lord knows I have not, after +all, so very much compared with what some women have. It troubles me to +think of that young fool rushing away and poor, dear little Peggy; but +what can I do? This pink gown is fetching, and how they will stare when +I go down! + + +Well, they did stare. How pretty this street is, with the elms arching +over it. I made quite a commotion, and they all saw me through their +eyeglasses of prejudice, except, possibly, Tom Price, Maria's husband. I +am certain I heard him say, as I marched away, “Well, I don't care; she +does look stunning, anyhow,” but Maria hushed him up. I heard her say, +“Pink at her age, and a pink hat, and a parasol lined with pink!” Ada +really looked more disturbed than I have ever seen her. If I had been +Godiva, going for my sacrificial ride through the town, it could not +have been much worse. She made her eyes round and big, and asked, in a +voice which was really agitated, “Are you going out in that dress. Aunt +Elizabeth?” And Aunt Elizabeth replied that she certainly was, and +she went after she had exchanged greetings with the family and kissed +Peggy's tear-stained little face. Charles Edward's wife actually +straightened her spinal column, she was so amazed at the sight of me in +my rose-colored array. Charles Edward, to do him justice, stared at me +with a bewildered air, as if he were trying to reconcile his senses +with his traditions. He is an artist, but he will always be hampered by +thinking he sees what he has been brought up to think he sees. That is +the reason why he has settled down uncomplainingly in Cyrus's “Works,” + as he calls them, doing the very slight aesthetics possible in such a +connection. Now Charles Edward would think that sunburned grass over in +that field is green, when it is pink, because he has been taught that +grass is green. If poor Charles Edward only knew that grass was green +not of itself, but because of occasional conditions, and knew that his +aunt looked--well, as she does look--he would flee for his life, and +that which is better than his life, from the “Works,” and be an artist, +but he never will know or know that he knows, which comes to the same +thing. + +Well, what does it matter to me? I have just met a woman who stared at +me, and spoke as if she thought I were a lunatic to be afield in this +array. What does anything matter? Sometimes, when I am with people who +see straight, I do take a certain pleasure in looking well, because I am +a woman, and nothing can quite take away that pleasure from me; but all +the time I know it does not matter, that nothing has really mattered +since I was about Peggy's age and Lyman Wilde quarrelled with me over +nothing and vanished into thin air, so far as I was concerned. I suppose +he is comfortably settled with a wife and family somewhere. It is rather +odd, though, that with all my wandering on this side of the water and +the other I have never once crossed his tracks. He may be in the Far +East, with a harem. I never have been in the Far East. Well, it does not +matter to me where he is. That is ancient history. On the whole, though, +I like the harem idea better than the single wife. I have what is left +to me--the little things of life, the pretty effects which go to make me +pretty (outside Eastridge); the comforts of civilization, travelling +and seeing beautiful things, also seeing ugly things to enhance the +beautiful. I have pleasant days in beautiful Florence. I have friends. I +have everything except--well, except everything. That I must do without. +But I will do without it gracefully, with never a whimper, or I don't +know myself. But now I AM worried over Peggy. I wish I could consult +with somebody with sense. What a woman I am! I mean, how feminine I +am! I wish I could cure myself of the habit of being feminine. It is +a horrible nuisance; this wishing to consult with somebody when I am +worried is so disgustingly feminine. + + +Well, I have consulted. I am back in my own room. It is after supper. +We had three kinds of cake, hot biscuits, and raspberries, and--a +concession to Cyrus--a platter of cold ham and an egg salad. He will +have something hearty, as he calls it (bless him! he is a good-fellow), +for supper. I am glad, for I should starve on Ada's New England menus. I +feel better, now that I have consulted, although, when I really consider +the matter, I can't see that I have arrived at any very definite issue. +But I have consulted, and, above all things, with Ned Temple! I was +walking down the street, and I reached his newspaper building. It is a +funny little affair; looks like a toy house. It is all given up to the +mighty affairs of the Eastridge Banner. In front there is a piazza, and +on this piazza sat Ned Temple. Changed? Well, yes, poor fellow! He is +thin. I am so glad he is thin instead of fat; thinness is not nearly +so disillusioning. His hair is iron-gray, but he is, after all, +distinguished-looking, and his manners are entirely sophisticated. He +shows at a glance, at a word, that he is a brilliant man, although he is +stranded upon such a petty little editorial island. And--and he saw ME +as I am. He did not change color. He is too self-poised; besides, he is +too honorable. But he saw ME. He rose immediately and came to speak to +me. He shook hands. He looked at my face under my pink-lined hat. He saw +it as it was; but bless him! that stupid wife of his holds him fast with +his own honor. Ned Temple is a good man. Sometimes I wonder if it would +not have been better if he, instead of Lyman--Well, that is idiotic. + +He said he had to go to the post-office, and then it was time for him +to go home to supper (to the cake and sauce, I suppose), and with +my permission he would walk with me. So he did. I don't know how +it happened that I consulted with him. I think he spoke of Peggy's +engagement, and that led up to it. But I could speak to him, because I +knew that he, seeing me as I really am, would view the matter seriously. +I told him about the miserable affair, and he said that I had done +exactly right. I can't remember that he offered any actual solution, but +it was something to be told that I had done exactly right. And then he +spoke of his wife, and in such a faithful fashion, and so lovingly +of his two commonplace little girls. Ned Temple is as good as he is +brilliant. It is really rather astonishing that such a brilliant man can +be so good. He told me that I had not changed at all, but all the time +that look of faithfulness for his wife never left his handsome face, +bless him! I believe I am nearer loving him for his love for another +woman than I ever was to loving him for himself. + +And then the inconceivable happened. I did what I never thought I should +be capable of doing, and did it easily, too, without, I am sure, a +change of color or any perturbation. I think I could do it, because +faithfulness had become so a matter of course with the man that I was +not ashamed should he have any suspicion of me also. He and Lyman used +to be warm friends. I asked if he knew anything about him. He met my +question as if I had asked what o'clock it was, just the way I knew he +would meet it. He knows no more than I do. But he said something +which has comforted me, although comfort at this stage of affairs is a +dangerous indulgence. He said, very much as if he had been speaking of +the weather, “He worshipped you, Lily, and wherever he is, in this world +or the next, he worships you now.” Then he added: “You know how I felt +about you. Lily. If I had not found out about him, that he had come +first, I know how it would have been with me, so I know how it is with +him. We had the same views about matters of that kind. After I did find +out, why, of course, I felt different--although always, as long as I +live, I shall be a dear friend to you. Lily. But a man is unfaithful to +himself who is faithful to a woman whom another man loves and whom she +loves.” + +“Yes, that is true,” I agreed, and said something about the hours for +the mails in Eastridge. Lyman Wilde dropped out of Ned's life as he +dropped out of mine, it seems. I shall simply have to lean back upon +the minor joys of life for mental and physical support, as I did before. +Nothing is different, but I am glad that I have seen Ned Temple again, +and realize what a good man he is. + + +Well, it seems that even minor pleasures have dangers, and that I do not +always read characters rightly. The very evening after my little stroll +and renewal of friendship with Ned Temple I was sitting in my room, +reading a new book for which the author should have capital punishment, +when I heard excited voices, or rather an excited voice, below. I did +not pay much attention at first. I supposed the excited voice must +belong to either Maria or Alice, for no others of my brother's family +ever seem in the least excited, not to the extent of raising their +voices to a hysterical pitch. But after a few minutes Cyrus came to +the foot of the stairs and called. He called Aunt Elizabeth, and Aunt +Elizabeth, in her same pink frock, went down. Cyrus met me at the +foot of the stairs, and he looked fairly wild. “What on earth, Aunt +Elizabeth!” said he, and I stared at him in a daze. + +“The deuce is to pay,” said he. “Aunt Elizabeth, did you ever know our +next-door neighbor before his marriage?” + +“Certainly,” said I; “when we were both infants. I believe they had +gotten him out of petticoats and into trousers, but much as ever, and my +skirts were still abbreviated. It was at Harriet Munroe's before she was +married.” + +“Have you been to walk with him?” gasped poor Cyrus. + +“I met him on my way to the post-office last night, and he walked along +with me, and then as far as his house on the way home, if you call that +walking out,” said I. “You sound like the paragraphs in a daily paper. +Now, what on earth do you mean, if I may ask, Cyrus?” + +“Nothing, except Mrs. Temple is in there raising a devil of a row,” said +Cyrus. He gazed at me in a bewildered fashion. “If it were Peggy I could +understand it,” he said, helplessly, and I knew how distinctly he saw +the old-maid aunt as he gazed at me. “She's jealous of you, Elizabeth,” + he went on in the same dazed fashion. “She's jealous of you because her +husband walked home with you. She's a dreadfully nervous woman, and, I +guess, none too well. She's fairly wild. It seems Temple let on how he +used to know you before he was married, and said something in praise +of your looks, and she made a regular header into conclusions. You have +held your own remarkably well, Elizabeth, but I declare--” And again +poor Cyrus gazed at me. + +“Well, for goodness' sake, let me go in and see what I can do,” said I, +and with that I went into the parlor. + +I was taken aback. Nobody, not even another woman, can tell what a woman +really is. I thought I had estimated Ned Temple's wife correctly. I +had taken her for a monotonous, orderly, dull sort of creature, quite +incapable of extremes; but in reality she has in her rather large, +flabby body the characteristics of a kitten, with the possibilities of +a tigress. The tigress was uppermost when I entered the room. The woman +was as irresponsible as a savage. I was disgusted and sorry and furious +at the same time. I cannot imagine myself making such a spectacle over +any mortal man. She was weeping frantically into a mussy little ball of +handkerchief, and when she saw me she rushed at me and gripped me by the +arm like a mad thing. + +“If you can't get a husband for yourself,” said she, “you might at least +let other women's husbands alone!” + +She was vulgar, but she was so wild with jealousy that I suppose +vulgarity ought to be forgiven her. I hardly know myself how I managed +it, but, somehow, I got the poor thing out of the room and the house and +into the cool night air, and then I talked to her, and fairly made her +be quiet and listen. I told her that Ned Temple had made love to me when +he was just out of petticoats and I was in short dresses. I stretched +or shortened the truth a little, but it was a case of necessity. Then I +intimated that I never would have married Ned Temple, anyway, and +THAT worked beautifully. She turned upon me in such a delightfully +inconsequent fashion and demanded to know what I expected, and declared +her husband was good enough for any woman. Then I said I did not doubt +that, and hinted that other women might have had their romances, even if +they did not marry. That immediately interested her. She stared at me, +and said, with the most innocent impertinence, that my brother's wife +had intimated that I had had an unhappy love-affair when I was a girl. +I did not think that Cyrus had told Ada, but I suppose a man HAS to tell +his wife everything. + +I hedged about the unhappy love-affair, but the first thing I knew the +poor, distracted woman was sobbing on my shoulder as we stood in front +of her gate, and saying that she was so sorry, but her whole life was +bound up in her husband, and I was so beautiful and had so much style, +and she knew what a dowdy she was, and she could not blame poor Ned +if--But I hushed her. + +“Your husband has no more idea of caring for another woman besides you +than that moon has of travelling around another world,” said I; “and you +are a fool if you think so; and if you are dowdy it is your own fault. +If you have such a good husband you owe it to him not to be dowdy. I +know you keep his house beautifully, but any man would rather have his +wife look well than his house, if he is worth anything at all.” + +Then she gasped out that she wished she knew how to do up her hair like +mine. It was all highly ridiculous, but it actually ended in my going +into the Temple house and showing Ned's wife how to do up her hair like +mine. She looked like another woman when it was puffed softly over her +forehead--she has quite pretty brown hair. Then I taught her how to +put on her corset and pin her shirt-waist taut in front and her skirt +behind. Ned was not to be home until late, and there was plenty of time. +It ended in her fairly purring around me, and saying how sorry she was, +and ashamed, that she had been so foolish, and all the time casting +little covert, conceited glances at herself in the looking-glass. +Finally I kissed her and she kissed me, and I went home. I don't really +see what more a woman could have done for a rival who had supplanted +her. But this revelation makes me more sorry than ever for poor Ned. I +don't know, though; she may be more interesting than I thought. Anything +is better than the dead level of small books on large ones, and meals +on time. It cannot be exactly monotonous never to know whether you will +find a sleek, purry cat, or an absurd kitten, or a tigress, when you +come home. Luckily, she did not tell Ned of her jealousy, and I have +cautioned all in my family to hold their tongues, and I think they +will. I infer that they suspect that I must have been guilty of some +unbecoming elderly prank to bring about such a state of affairs, unless, +possibly, Maria's husband and Billy are exceptions. I find that Billy, +when Alice lets him alone, is a boy who sees with his own eyes. He told +me yesterday that I was handsomer in my pink dress than any girl in his +school. + +“Why, Billy Talbert!” I said, “talking that way to your old aunt!” + +“I suppose you ARE awful old,” said Billy, bless him! “but you are +enough-sight prettier than a girl. I hate girls. I hope I can get away +from girls when I am a man.” + +I wanted to tell the dear boy that was exactly the time when he would +not get away from girls, but I thought I would not frighten him, but let +him find it out for himself. + + +Well, now the deluge! It is a week since Harry Goward went away, and +Peggy has not had a letter, although she has haunted the post-office, +poor child! and this morning she brought home a letter for me from that +crazy boy. She was white as chalk when she handed it to me. + +“It's Harry's writing,” said she, and she could barely whisper. “I have +not had a word from him since he went away, and now he has written to +you instead of me. What has he written to you for, Aunt Elizabeth?” + +She looked at me so piteously, poor, dear little girl! that if I could +have gotten hold of Harry Goward that moment I would have shaken him. I +tried to speak, soothingly. I said: + +“My dear Peggy, I know no more than you do why he has written to me. +Perhaps his uncle is dead and he thought I would break it to you.” + +That was rank idiocy. Generally I can rise to the occasion with more +success. + +“What do I care about his old uncle?” cried poor Peggy. “I never even +saw his uncle. I don't care if he is dead. Something has happened to +Harry. Oh, Aunt Elizabeth, what is it?” + +I was never in such a strait in my life. There was that poor child +staring at the letter as if she could eat it, and then at me. I dared +not open the letter before her. We were out on the porch. I said: + +“Now, Peggy Talbert, you keep quiet, and don't make a little fool of +yourself until you know you have some reason for it. I am going up to my +own room, and you sit in that chair, and when I have read this letter I +will come down and tell you about it.” + +“I know he is dead!” gasped Peggy, but she sat down. + +“Dead!” said I. “You just said yourself it was his handwriting. Do have +a little sense, Peggy.” With that I was off with my letter, and I locked +my door before I read it. + +Of all the insane ravings! I put it on my hearth and struck a match, and +the thing went up in flame and smoke. Then I went down to poor little +Peggy and patched up a story. I have always been averse to lying, and +I did not lie then, although I must admit that what I said was open to +criticism when it comes to exact verity. I told Peggy that Harry thought +that he had done something to make her angry (that was undeniably true) +and did not dare write her. I refused utterly to tell her just what was +in the letter, but I did succeed in quieting her and making her think +that Harry had not broken faith with her, but was blaming himself +for some unknown and imaginary wrong he had done her. Peggy rushed +immediately up to her room to write reassuring pages to Harry, and her +old-maid aunt had the horse put in the runabout and was driven over to +Whitman, where nobody knows her--at least the telegraph operator does +not. Then I sent a telegram to Mr. Harry Goward to the effect that if he +did not keep his promise with regard to writing F. L. to P. her A. would +never speak to him again; that A. was about to send L., but he must keep +his promise with regard to P. by next M. + +It looked like the most melodramatic Sunday personal ever invented. It +might have meant burglary or murder or a snare for innocence, but I sent +it. Now I have written. My letter went in the same mail as poor Peggy's, +but what will be the outcome of it all I cannot say. Sometimes I catch +Peggy looking at me with a curious awakened expression, and then I +wonder if she has begun to suspect. I cannot tell how it will end. + + + + +III. THE GRANDMOTHER, by Mary Heaton Vorse + +The position of an older woman in her daughter's house is often +difficult. It makes no difference to me that Ada is a mother herself; +she might be even a great-grandmother, and yet in my eyes she would +still be Ada, my little girl. I feel the need of guiding her and +protecting her just as much this minute as when she was a baby in the +nursery; only now the task is much more difficult. That is why I say +that the position of women placed as I am is often hard, harder than if +I lived somewhere else, because although I am with Ada I can no longer +protect her from anything--not even from myself, my illnesses and +weaknesses. It sometimes seems to me, so eagerly do I follow the +lights and shadows of my daughter's life, as if I were living a second +existence together with my own. Only as I grow older I am less fitted +physically to bear things, even though I take them philosophically. + +When Ada and the rest of my children were little, I could guard against +the menaces to their happiness; I could keep them out of danger; if +their little friends didn't behave, I sent them home. When it was +needed, I didn't hesitate to administer a good wholesome spanking to my +children. There isn't one of these various things but needs doing now +in Ada's house. I can't, however, very well spank Cyrus, nor can I send +Elizabeth home. All I CAN do is to sit still and hold my tongue, though +I don't know, I'm sure, what the end of it all is to be. + +Life brings new lessons at every turn in the road, and one of the +hardest of all is the one we older people have to learn--to sit still +while our children hurt themselves, or, what is worse, to sit still +while other people hurt our children. It is especially hard for me +to bear, when life is made difficult for my Ada, for if ever any one +deserved happiness my daughter does. I try to do justice to every one, +and I hope I am not unfair when I say that the best of men, and Cyrus is +one of them, are sometimes blind and obstinate. Of all my children, Ada +gave me the least trouble, and was always the most loving and tender and +considerate. Indeed, if Ada has a fault, it is being too considerate. I +could, if she only would let me, help her a great deal more around the +house; although Ada is a very good housekeeper, I am constantly seeing +little things that need doing. I do my best to prevent the awful waste +of soap that goes on, and there are a great many little ways Ada could +let me save for her if she would. When I suggest this to her she laughs +and says, “Wait till we need to save as badly as that, mother,” which +doesn't seem to me good reasoning at all. “Waste not, want not,” say +I, and when it comes to throwing out perfectly good glass jars, as the +girls would do if I didn't see to it they saved them, why, I put my foot +down. If Ada doesn't want them herself to put things up in, why, some +poor woman will. I don't believe in throwing things away that may come +in handy sometime. When I kept house nobody ever went lacking strings or +a box of whatever size, to send things away in, or paper in which to +do it up, and I can remember in mother's day there was never a time she +hadn't pieces put by for a handsome quilt. Machinery has put a stop to +many of our old occupations, and the result is a generation of nervous +women who haven't a single thing in life to occupy themselves with but +their own feelings, while girls like Peggy, who are active and useful, +have nothing to do but to go to school and keep on going to school. If +one wanted to dig into the remote cause of things, one might find the +root of our present trouble in these changed conditions, for Cyrus's +sister, Elizabeth, is one of these unoccupied women. Formerly in a +family like ours there would have been so much to do that, whether she +liked it or not, and whether she had married or not, Elizabeth would +have had to be a useful woman--and now the less said the better. + +It is hard, I say, to see the causes for unhappiness set in action and +yet do nothing, or, if one speaks, to speak to deaf ears. Oh, it is very +hard to do this, and this has been the portion of older women always. +Our children sometimes won't even let us dry their tears for them, but +cry by themselves, as I know Ada has been doing lately--though in the +end she came to me, or rather I went to her, for, after all, I am living +in the same world with the rest of them. I have not passed over to the +other side yet, and while I stay I am not going to be treated as if I +were a disembodied spirit. I have eyes of my own, and ears too, and I +can see as well as the next man when things go wrong. + +I have always known that no good would come of sending Peggy to a +coeducational college. I urged Ada to set her foot down, for Ada didn't +wish to send Peggy there, naturally enough, but she wouldn't. + +“Well,” said I, “I'M not afraid to speak my mind to your husband.” Now +I very seldom open my mouth to Cyrus, or to any one else in this house, +for it is more than ever the fashion for people to disregard the advice +of others, and the older I get the more I find it wise to save my breath +to cool my porridge--there come times, however, when I feel it my duty +to speak. + +“Mark my words, Cyrus,” I said. “You'll be sorry you sent Peggy off to +a boys' school. Girls at her age are impressionable, and if they aren't +under their mothers' roofs, where they can be protected and sheltered, +why, then send them to a seminary where they will see as few young men +as possible.” + +Cyrus only laughed and said: + +“Well, mother, you can say 'I told you so' if anything bad comes of it.” + +“It's all very well to laugh, Cyrus,” I answered, “but _I_ don't believe +in putting difficulties into life that aren't there already, and that's +what sending young men and young women off to the same college seems to +ME!” + +When Peggy came home engaged, after her last year, everybody was +surprised. + +“I'm sure I don't know what Cyrus expected,” I said to Ada. “You can't +go out in the rain without getting wet. Let us pray that this young man +will turn out to be all right, though we know so little about him.” + For all we knew was what Peggy told us, and you know the kind of things +young girls have to tell one about their sweethearts. Peggy didn't even +know what church his people went to! I couldn't bear the thought of +that dear child setting out on the long journey of marriage in such a +fashion. I looked forward with fear to what Ada might have to go through +if it didn't turn out all right. For one's daughter's sorrows are one's +own; what she suffers one must suffer, too. It is hard for a mother to +see a care-free, happy young girl turn into a woman before her eyes. +Even if a woman is very happy, marriage brings many responsibilities, +and a woman who has known the terror of watching beside a sick child can +never be quite the same, I think. We ourselves grew and deepened +under such trials, and we wouldn't wish our daughters to be less than +ourselves; but, oh, how glad I should be to have Peggy spared some +things! How happy I should be to know that she was to have for her lot +only the trials we all must have! I do not want to see my Ada having to +bear the unhappiness of seeing Peggy unhappy. Even if Peggy puts up a +brave face, Ada will know--she will know just as I have known things in +my own children's lives; and I shall know, too. This young man has it in +his hands to trouble my old age. + +No mother and daughter can live together as Ada and I have without what +affects one of us affecting the other. When her babies were born I was +with her; I helped her bring them up; as I have grown older, though +she comes to me less and less, wishing to spare me, I seem to need less +telling; for I know myself when anything ails her. + +It amazed me to see how Ada took Peggy's engagement, and when young +Henry Goward came to visit, I made up my mind that he should not go +away again without our finding out a little, at any rate, of what his +surroundings had been, and what his own principles were. As we grow +older we see more and more that character is the main thing in life, +and I would rather have a child of mine marry a young man of sound +principles whom she respected than one of undisciplined character and +lax ideas whom she loved. When I said things like this to Ada, she +replied: + +“I'm afraid you're prejudiced against that poor boy because he and Peggy +happened to meet at college.” + +I answered: “I am not prejudiced at all, Ada, but I feel that all of us, +you especially, should keep our eyes and ears open. Wait! is all I say.” + +I know my own faults, for I have always believed that one is never too +old for character-building, and I know that being prejudiced is not one +of them. I realize too keenly that as women advance in years they +are very apt to get set in their ways unless they take care, and I am +naturally too fair-minded to judge a man before I have seen him. Maria +and Alice were prejudiced, if you like. Maria, indeed, had so much to +say to Ada that I interfered, though it is contrary to my custom. + +“I should think, Maria,” I said, “that however old you are, you would +realize that your father and mother are EVEN better able to judge than +you as to their children's affairs.” I cannot imagine where Maria gets +her dominant disposition. It is very unlike the women of our family. + +When he came, however, Mr. Goward's manners and appearance impressed me +favorably. Neither Ada nor Cyrus, as far as I could see, tried in the +least to draw him out. I sat quiet for a while, but at last for Peggy's +sake I felt I would do what I could to find out his views on important +things. I was considerably relieved to hear that his mother was a Van +Horn, a very good Troy family and distant connection of mother's. + +When I asked him what he was, “My PEOPLE are Episcopalians,” he replied. + +“I suppose that means YOU are something else?” I asked him. + +“I'm afraid it means I'm nothing else,” he answered; and while I was +glad he was so honest, I couldn't help feeling anxious at having Peggy +engaged to a man so unformed in his beliefs. I do not care so much +WHAT people believe, for I am not bigoted, as that they should believe +SOMETHING, and that with their whole hearts. There are a great many +young men like Henry Goward, to-day, who have no fixed beliefs and +no established principles beyond a vague desire to be what they call +“decent fellows.” One needs more than that in this world. + +However, I found the boy likable, and everything went smoothly for a +time, when all at once I felt something had gone wrong--what, I didn't +know. Mr. Goward received a telegram and left suddenly. Ada, I could +see, was anxious; Peggy, tearful; and, as if this wasn't enough, Mrs. +Temple, our new neighbor, who had seemed a sensible body to me, had +some sort of a falling-out with Aunt Elizabeth, who pretended that Mrs. +Temple was jealous of her! After Mrs. Temple had gone home, Elizabeth +Talbert went around pleased as Punch and swore us all to solemn secrecy +never to tell any one about “Mrs. Temple's absurd jealousy.” + +“You needn't worry about me, Aunt Elizabeth,” I said. “I'm not likely to +go around proclaiming that ANOTHER woman has made a fool of herself.” + +Elizabeth Talbert is one of those women who live on a false basis. She +is a case of arrested development. She enjoys the same amusements that +she did fifteen years ago. She is like a young fruit that has been put +up in a preserving fluid and gives the illusion of youth; the preserving +fluid in her case is the disappointment she suffered as a girl. I like +useful women--women who, whether married or unmarried, bring things to +pass in this world, and Elizabeth does not. Still, I can't help feeling +sorry for her, poor thing; in the end our own shortcomings and vanities +hurt us more than they hurt any one else. I heartily wish she would get +married--I have known women older than Elizabeth, and worse-looking, to +find husbands--both for her own sake and for Ada's, for her comings +and goings complicate life for my daughter. She diffuses around her an +atmosphere of criticism--I do not think she ever returns from a visit to +the city without wishing that we should have dinner at night, and Alice +is beginning to prick up her ears and listen to her. She spends a great +deal of time over her dress, and, if she has grown no older, neither +have her clothes--not a particle. She dresses in gowns suitable for +Peggy, but which Maria, who is years younger than her aunt, would not +think of wearing. Elizabeth is the kind of woman who is a changed being +at the approach of a man; she is even different when Cyrus or Billy is +around; she brightens up and exerts herself to please them; but when +she is alone with Ada and me she is frankly bored and looks out of +the window in a sad, far-away manner. The presence of men has a most +rejuvenating effect on Aunt Elizabeth, although she pretends she has +never been interested in any man since her disappointment years ago. +When she got back and found Harry Goward here, instead of relapsing into +her lack-lustre ways, as she generally does, she kept on her interested +air. + +I have always thought that houses have their atmosphere, like people, +and this house lately has seemed bewitched. After Mr. Goward left, +although every one tried to pretend things were as they should be, the +situation grew more and more uncomfortable. I felt it, though no one +told me a thing. I fancy that most older people have the same experience +often that I have had lately. All at once you are aware something is +wrong. You can't tell why you feel this; you only know that you are +living in the cold shadow of some invisible unhappiness. You see no +tears in the eyes of the people you love, but tears have been shed just +the same. Why? You don't know, and no one thinks of telling you. It +is like seeing life from so far off that you cannot make out what has +happened. I have sometimes leaned out of a window and have seen down the +street a crowd of gesticulating people, but I was too far off to know +whether some one was hurt or whether it was only people gathered around +a man selling something. When I see such things my heart beats, for I am +always afraid it is an accident, and so with the things I don't know in +my own household. I always fancy them worse than they are. There are +so many things one can imagine when one doesn't KNOW, and now I fancied +everything. Such things, I think, tell on older people more than on +younger ones, and at last I went to my room and kept there most of the +time, reading William James's Varieties of Religious Experience. It is +an excellent work in many ways. I am told it is given in sanitariums +for nervous people to read, for the purpose of getting their minds off +themselves. I found it useful to get my mind off others, for of late I +have gotten to an almost morbid alertness, and I know by the very way +Peggy ran up the stairs that something ailed her even before I caught a +glimpse of her face, which showed me that she was going straight to her +room to cry. + +This sort of thing had happened too often, and I made up my mind I would +not live in this moral fog another moment. So I went to Ada. + +“Ada,” I said, “I am your mother, and I think I have a right to ask you +a question. I want to know this: what has that young man been doing?” + +“I suppose you mean Harry,” Ada answered. “He hasn't been doing +anything. Peggy's a little upset because he isn't a good correspondent. +You know how girls feel--” + +“Don't tell ME, Ada,” said I. “I know better. There's more in it than +that. Peggy's a sensible girl. There's something wrong, and I want you +to tell me what it is.” Younger people don't realize how bad it can be +to be left to worry alone in the dark. + +Ada sat down with a discouraged air such as I have seldom seen her with. +I went over to her and took her hand in mine. + +“Tell mother what's worrying you, dear,” I said, gently. + +“Why, it's all so absurd,” Ada answered. “I can't make head or tail of +it. Aunt Elizabeth came to me full of mystery soon after she came back, +and told me that Harry Goward had become infatuated with her when she +was off on one of her visits--” + +I couldn't help exclaiming, “Well, of all things!” + +“That's not the queerest part,” Ada went on. “She told me as confidently +as could be that he is still in love with her.” + +“Ada,” said I, “Elizabeth Talbert must be daft! Does she think that all +the men in the world are in love with her--at her age? First Mrs. Temple +making such a rumpus, and now this--” + +“At first I thought just as you do,” Ada said, helplessly. “Of course +there can't be anything in it--and yet--I'm sure I don't understand the +situation at all. You know Harry left quite unexpectedly--soon after +Elizabeth came; he didn't write for a week--and then to her, and Peggy's +only had one short note from him--” + +I can see through a hole in a millstone as well as any one, and a light +dawned on me. + +“You can depend upon it, Ada,” I said, “Aunt Elizabeth has been making +trouble! I don't know what she's been up to, but she's been up to +something! I wondered why she had been having such a contented look +lately--and now I know.” + +“Oh, mother, I can't believe that!” Ada protested. “I thought +Elizabeth was a little vain and silly, and, though everything is so +incomprehensible, I don't believe for a moment that Aunt Elizabeth would +do anything to hurt Peggy.” + +My Ada is a truly good woman--so good that it is almost impossible for +her to believe ill of any one, and she was profoundly shocked at what I +suggested. + +“I don't think in the beginning Elizabeth intended to hurt Peggy,” I +answered her, gently, “but when you've lived as long in the world as I +have you'll realize to what lengths a woman will go to show the world +she's still young. Just look at it for yourself. Everything was going +smoothly until Elizabeth came. Now it's not. Elizabeth has told you +she's had goings-on with Harry Goward. I don't see, Ada, how you can be +so blind as not to be willing to look the truth in the face. If it's +not Elizabeth's fault, whose is it? I don't suppose you believe Henry +Goward's dying for love of Aunt Elizabeth when he can look at Peggy! Oh, +I'd like to hear his side of the story! For you may be sure that there +is one!” + +“Mother,” said Ada, “if I believed Elizabeth had done anything to mar +that child's happiness--” + +She stopped for fear, I suppose, of what she might be led to say. “We +mustn't judge before we know,” she finished. But I knew by the look +on her face that, if Aunt Elizabeth has made trouble, Ada will never +forgive her. + +“What does Cyrus say to all this?” I asked, by way of diversion. + +“Oh, I haven't told Cyrus anything about it. I didn't intend to tell any +one--about Aunt Elizabeth's part in it. I think Cyrus is a little uneasy +himself, but he's been so busy lately--” + +“Well,” I said, “_I_ think Cyrus ought to be told! And you're the one to +do it. Don't let's judge, to be sure, before we know everything, but I +think Cyrus ought to know the mischief his sister is making! Elizabeth +simply makes a convenience of this house. It's her basis of departure +to pack her trunk from, that's all your home means to her. She's never +lifted a finger to be useful beyond rearranging the furniture in a +different way from what you'd arranged it. She acts exactly as if she +were a young lady boarder. She's nothing whatever to do in this world +except make trouble for others. I think Cyrus should know, and then if +he prefers his sister's convenience to his wife's happiness, well and +good!” It's not often I speak out, but now and then things happen which +I can't very well keep silent about. It did me good to ease my mind +about Elizabeth Talbert for once. + +Ada only said, “Elizabeth and I have always been such good friends, and +she's so fond of Peggy.” + +Ada doesn't realize that with some women vanity is stronger than +loyalty. She kissed me. “It's done me good to talk to you, mother,” she +said, “because now it doesn't seem, when I put it outside myself, that +there's very much of anything to worry about.” + +Ada has always been like that--she seems to get rid of her troubles just +by telling them. Now she had passed her riddle on to me, and I could not +keep Peggy and her affairs from my mind. I tried to tell myself that it +would be better for every one to find out now than later if Henry Goward +was not worthy to be Peggy's husband. But, oh, for all their sakes, how +I hoped this cloud, whatever it was, would blow over! I have a very good +constitution and I know how to take care of it, but when several more +days passed without Peggy's hearing from Henry again I gave way, but I +tried to keep up on Ada's account. I began to see how much this young +man's honor and faithfulness meant to Peggy, and I took long excursions +back into the past to remember how I felt at her age. Mail-time was the +difficult time for all three of us. Before the postman came Peggy would +brighten up; not that she was drooping at any time, only I knew how +tensely she waited, because Ada and I waited with her. When the man +came, and again no letters, Peggy held up her head bravely as could be, +but I could see, all the same, how the light had gone out. The worst of +it was, everybody knew about it. It would have been twice as easy +for the child if she could have borne it alone, but Elizabeth Talbert +watched the mail like a cat, and even manoeuvred to try and get the +letters before Peggy, while Alice went around with her nose in the air, +and I heard Maria saying to Ada: + +“What's all this about Harry Goward's not writing?” + +To escape it all I took to my room, coming down only for meals. I +couldn't eat a thing, and Cyrus noticed it--it is queer how observant +men are about some things and how unobservant about others. He didn't +tell me what he was going to do, but in the afternoon Dr. Denbigh came +to see me. That's the way they do--I'm liable to have the doctor sent in +to look me over any time, whether I want him or not. Dr. Denbigh is an +excellent friend and a good doctor, but at my time of life I should be +lacking in intelligence if I didn't understand my constitution better +than any doctor can. They seem to think that there's more virtue in a +pill or a powder because a doctor gives it to one than because one's +common-sense tells one to take it. That afternoon I didn't need him any +more than a squirrel needs a pocket, and I told him so. He laughed, and +then grew serious. + +“You're not looking as well as you did, Mrs. Evarts,” he said, “and +Talbert told me that you had all the preliminary symptoms of one of your +attacks and wanted me to 'nip it in the bud,' he said.” + +“Dr. Denbigh,” said I, “if the matter with me could be cured by the +things you know, there are other people in this house who need your +attention more than I.” I wanted to add that if Cyrus would always be +as far-sighted as he has been about me there wouldn't be anything the +matter to-day, but I held my tongue. + +“I see you're worried about something,” the doctor said, very kindly. +“Mental anxiety pulls you down quicker than anything.” + +Then as he sat chatting with me so kind and good--there's something +about Dr. Denbigh that makes me think of my own father, although he is +young enough to be my son--I told him the whole thing, all except Aunt +Elizabeth's share in it. I merely told him that Henry Goward had written +to her and not to Peggy. + +I felt very much better. He took what I told him seriously, and yet +not in the tragic way we did. He has a way of listening that is very +comforting. + +“It seems absurd, I know, for an old woman like me to get upset just +because her grandchild does not get letters from her sweetheart,” I told +him. “But you see, doctor, no one suffers alone in a family like ours. +An event like this is like a wave that disturbs the whole surface of the +water. Every one of us feels anything that happens, each in his separate +way. Why, I can't be sick without its causing inconvenience to Billy.” + And it is true; people in this world are bound up together in an +extraordinary fashion; and I wondered if Henry Goward's mother was +unhappy too, and was wondering what it was Peggy had done to her boy, +for she, of course, will think whatever happens is Peggy's fault. The +engagement of these two young people has been like a stone thrown into a +pond, and it takes only a very little pebble to ruffle the water farther +than one would believe it possible. + +After the doctor left, Ada came to sit with me. We were sewing quietly +when I heard voices in the hall. I heard Peggy say, “I want you to tell +mother.” Then Billy growled: + +“I don't see what you're making such a kick for. I wouldn't have told +you if I'd known you'd be so silly.” + +And I heard Peggy say again: + +“I want you to tell mother.” Her tone was perfectly even, but it sounded +like Cyrus when he is angry. They both came in. Peggy was flushed, and +her lips were pressed firmly together. She looked older than I have ever +seen her. + +“What's the matter?” Ada asked them. + +“Tell her,” Peggy commanded. Billy didn't know what it all was about. + +“Why, I just said I wondered what Aunt Elizabeth was telegraphing Harry +Goward about, and now she drags me in here and makes a fuss,” he said, +in an aggrieved tone. + +“He was over at Whitman playing around the telegraph-office--he had +driven over on the express-wagon--and when Aunt Elizabeth drove up he +hid because he didn't want her to see him. Then he heard the operator +read the address aloud,” Peggy explained, evenly. + +“Is this so?” Ada asked. + +“Sure,” Billy answered, disgustedly, and made off as fast as he could. + +“Now,” said Peggy, “I want to know why Harry wrote to Aunt Elizabeth, +and why she telegraphed him--over there where no one could see her!” She +stood up very straight. “I think I ought to know,” she said, gently. + +“Yes, dear,” Ada answered, “I think you ought.” + +I shall be sorry for Elizabeth Talbert if she has been making mischief. + + + + +IV. THE DAUGHTER-IN-LAW, by Mary Stewart Cutting + +I have never identified myself with my husband's family, and Charles +Edward, who is the best sort ever, doesn't expect me to. Of course, I +want to be decent to them, though I know they talk about me, but you +can't make oil and water mix, and I don't see the use of pretending that +you can. I know they never can understand how Charles Edward married +me, and they never can get used to my being such a different type from +theirs. The Talberts are all blue-eyed, fair-haired, and rosy, and I'm +dark, thin, and pale, and Grandmother Evarts always thinks I can't be +well, and wants me to take the medicine she takes. + +But, really, I see very little of the family, except Alice and Billy, +who don't count. Billy comes in at any time he feels like it to get a +book and something to eat, though the others don't know it, and Alice +has fits of stopping in every afternoon on her way from school, and then +perhaps doesn't come near me for weeks. Alice is terribly discontented +at home, and I think it's a very good thing that she is; anything is +better than sinking to that dreadful dead level. She doesn't quite know +whether to take up the artistic life or be a society queen, and she +feels that nobody understands her at home. It makes her nearly wild when +Aunt Elizabeth comes back from one of her grand visits and acts as if +SHE wasn't anything. She came over right after the row, of course, and +told me all about it--she had on her new white China silk and her hat +with the feathers. She said she was so excited about everything that +she couldn't stop to think about what she put on; she looked terribly +dressed up, but she had come all through the village with her waist +unfastened in the middle of the back--she said she couldn't reach the +hooks. Aunt Elizabeth had gone away that morning for overnight, so +nobody could get at her to find out about her actions with Mr. Goward, +and the telegram she had sent to him, until the next day, and every one +was nearly crazy. They talked about it for two hours before Maria went +home. Then Peggy had locked herself in her room, and her mother had +gone out, and her grandmother was sitting now on the piazza, rocking and +sighing, with her eyes shut. Alice said each person had got dreadfully +worked up, not only about Aunt Elizabeth, but about all the ways every +other member of the family had hurt that person at some time. Maria said +that Peggy never would take HER advice, and Peggy returned that Maria +had hurt her more than any one by her attitude toward Harry Goward, that +she was so suspicious of him that it had made him act unnaturally from +the first--that nothing had hurt her so much since the time Maria took +away Peggy's doll on purpose when she was a little girl--the doll she +used to sleep with--and burned it; it was something she had NEVER got +over. + +Then her mother, who hadn't been talking very much, said that Peggy +didn't realize the depth of Maria's affection for her, and what a good +sister she had been, and how she had taken care of Peggy the winter that +Peggy was ill--and then she couldn't help saying that, bad as was this +affair about Harry Goward, it wasn't like the anxiety one felt about a +sick child; there were times when she felt that she could bear anything +if Charles Edward's health were only properly looked after. Of course +Lorraine was young and inexperienced, but if she would only use her +influence with him-- + +Alice broke off suddenly, and said she had to go--it was just as Dr. +Denbigh's little auto was coming down the street. She dashed out of the +door and bowed to him from the crossing, quite like a young lady, for +all her short skirts--she really did look fetching! Dr. Denbigh smiled +at her, but not the way he used to smile at Peggy. I really thought he +cared for Peggy once, though he's so much older that nobody else seemed +to dream of such a thing. + +Of course, after Alice went, I just sat there in the chair all humped +up, thinking of her last words. + +The family are always harping on “Lorraine's influence.” If they wanted +their dear Charles Edward made different from the way he is, why on +earth didn't they do it themselves, when they had the chance? That's +what I want to know! I know they mean to be nice to me, but they take +it for granted that every habit Charles Edward has or hasn't, and +everything he does or doesn't, is because I didn't do something that I +ought to have done, or condoned something that I ought not. They seem to +think that a man is made of soft, kindergarten clay, and all a wife has +to do is to sit down and mould him as she pleases. Well, some men may be +like that, but Peter isn't. The family never really have forgiven me for +calling their darling “Charles Edward” Peter. I perfectly loathe that +long-winded Walter-Scotty name, and I don't care how many grandfathers +it's descended from. I'm sorry, of course, if it hurts their feelings, +but as long as _I_ don't object to their calling him what THEY like, +I don't see why they mind. And as for my managing Peter, they know +perfectly well that, though he's a darling, he's just mulishly +obstinate. He's had his own way ever since he was born; the whole family +simply adore him. His mother has always waited on him hand and foot, +though she's sensible enough with the other children. If he looks +sulky she is perfectly miserable. I am really very fond of my +mother-in-law--that is, I am fond of her IN SPOTS. There are times when +she understands how I feel about Peter better than any one else--like +that dreadful spring when he had pneumonia and I was nearly wild. I +know she is dreadfully unselfish and kind, but she WILL think--they all +do--that they know what Peter needs better than I do, and whenever they +see me alone it's to hint that I ought to keep him from smoking too much +and being extravagant, and that I should make him wear his overcoat +and go to bed early and take medicine when he has a cold. And through +everything else they hark back to that everlasting, “If you'd only exert +your influence, Lorraine dear, to make Charles Edward take more interest +in the business--his father thinks so much of that.” + +If I were to tell them that Charles Edward perfectly detests the +business, and will NEVER be interested in it and never make anything out +of it, they'd all go straight off the handle; yet they all know it just +as well as I do. That's the trouble--you simply can't tell them the +truth about anything; they don't want to hear it. I never talk at all +any more when I go over to the big house, for I can't seem to without +horrifying somebody. + +I thought I should die when I first came here; it was so different +from the way it is at home, where you can say or do anything you please +without caring what anybody thinks. Dad has always believed in not +restricting individuality, and that girls have just as much right to +live their own lives as boys--which is a fortunate thing, for, counting +Momsey, there are four of us. + +We never had any system about anything at home, thank goodness! We just +had atmosphere. Dad was an artist, you know, and he does paint such +lovely pictures; but he gave it up as a profession when we were little, +and went into business, because, he said, he couldn't let his family +starve--and we all think it was so perfectly noble of him! I couldn't +give up being an artist for anybody, no matter WHO starved, and Peter +feels that way, too. Of course we both realize that we're not LIVING +here in this hole, we're simply existing, and nothing matters very +much until we get out of it. In six months, when Charles Edward is +twenty-five, there's a little money coming to him--three thousand +dollars--and then we're going to Paris to live our own lives; but nobody +knows anything about that. One day I said something, without thinking, +to my mother-in-law about that money; I've forgotten what it was, but +she looked so horrified and actually gasped: + +“You wouldn't think of Charles Edward's using his PRINCIPAL, Lorraine?” + +And I said: “Why not? It's his own principal.” + +Well, I just made up my mind afterward that I'd never open my mouth +again, while I live here, about ANYTHING I was interested in, even about +Peter! + +His father might have let him go to Paris that year before we met, +when he was in New York at the Art League, just as well as not, but +the family all consulted about it, Peter says, and concluded it wasn't +“necessary.” That is the blight that is always put on everything we want +to do--it isn't necessary. Oh, how Alice hates that word! She says she +supposes it's never “necessary” to be happy. + +Well, Peter heard that when the Paris scheme came up--he'd written home +that he couldn't work without the art atmosphere--Grandmother Evarts +said: + +“Why, I'm sure he has the Metropolitan Museum to go to; and there's +Wanamaker's picture-gallery, too. Has he been to Wanamaker's?” + +I thought I should throw a fit when Peter told me that! + +I know, of course, that the family pity Peter for living in a house +that's all at sixes and sevens, and for not having everything the way he +has been used to having it; and I know they think I keep him from going +to see them all at home, when the truth is--although, as usual, I can't +say it--sometimes I absolutely have to HOUND him to go there; though, of +course, he's awfully fond of them all, and his mother especially; but +he gets dreadfully lazy, and says they're his own people, anyway, and +he can do as he pleases about it. It's their own fault, because they've +always spoiled him. And if they only knew how he hates just that way of +living he's been always used to, with its little, petty cast-iron +rules and regulations, and the stupid family meals, where everybody is +expected to be on time to the minute! My father-in-law pulls out his +chair at the dinner-table exactly as the clock is striking one, and if +any member of the family is a fraction late all the rest are solemn and +strained and nervous until the culprit appears. Peter says the way he +used to suffer--he was NEVER on time. + +The menu for each day of the week is as fixed as fate, no matter what +the season of the year: hot roast beef, Sunday; cold roast beef, Monday; +beef-steak, Tuesday; roast mutton, Wednesday; mutton pot-pie, Thursday; +corned beef, Friday; and beef-steak again on Saturday. My father-in-law +never eats fish or poultry, so they only have either if there is +state company. There's one sacred apple pudding that's been made every +Wednesday for nineteen years, and if you can imagine anything more +positively dreadful than that, _I_ can't. + +Every time, as soon as we sit down to the table, Grandmother Evarts +always begins, officially: + +“Well, Charles Edward, my dear boy, we don't have you here very often +nowadays. I said to your mother yesterday that it was two whole weeks +since you had been to see her. What have you been doing with yourself +lately?” + +And when he says, as he always does, “Nothing, grandmother,” I know +she's disappointed, and then she starts in and tells what she has been +doing, and Maria--Maria always manages to be there when we are--Maria +tells what SHE has been doing, with little side digs at me because I +haven't been pickling or preserving or cleaning. Once, when I first +went there, Maria asked me at dinner what days I had for cleaning. And +I said, as innocently as possible, that I hadn't any; that I perfectly +loathed cleaning, and that we never cleaned at home! Of course it wasn't +true, but we never talk about it, anyway. Peter said he nearly shrieked +with joy to hear me come out like that. + +It was almost as bad as the time I wore that sweet little yellow Empire +gown. It's a dear, and Lyman Wilde simply raved over it when he +painted me in it (not that he can really paint, but he has a TOUCH with +everything he does). I noticed that everybody seemed solemn and queer, +but I never dreamed that I was the cause until my mother-in-law came to +me afterward, blushing, and told me that Mr. Talbert never allowed any +of the family to wear Mother Hubbards around the house. MOTHER HUBBARDS! +I could have moaned. Well, when I go around there now I never care what +I have on, and I never pretend to talk at meals; I just sit and try and +make my mind a blank until it's over. You HAVE to make your mind a blank +if you don't want to be driven raving crazy by that dining-room. It has +a hideous black-walnut sideboard, an “oil-painting” of pale, bloated +fruit on one side, and pale, bloated fish on the other, and a strip of +black-and-white marbled oil-cloth below. + +I feel sometimes as if I could hardly live until my father-in-law rises +from his chair and kisses his wife good-bye before going off to the +factory. She always blushes so prettily when he kisses her--as if it +were for the first time. Then everybody looks pained when Peter and I +just nod at each other as he goes out--I cannot be affectionate to him +before them--and then, thank Heaven! the rest of us escape from the +dining-room. + +How Peggy, who has been away from home and seen and done things, can +stand it there now as it is, is a continual wonder to me. + +Peggy is a dear little thing. Peter has always been awfully fond of her, +but she doesn't seem to have an idea in her head beyond her clothes and +Harry Goward, though she'll HAVE to have something more to her if she's +going to keep HIM. The moment I saw that boy, of course I knew that he +had the artistic temperament; I've seen so much of it. He's the kind +that's always awfully gloomy until eleven o'clock in the morning, and +has to make love intensely to somebody every evening. What it must have +been to that boy, after indulging in a romantic dream with poor little +earnest, downright Peggy, to wake up and find the engagement taken +seriously not only by her, but by all her relatives--find himself +being welcomed into the family, introduced to them all as a future +member--what it must have been to him I can't imagine! Peggy has no +more temperament than a cow--the combination of Maria and Tom, and +Grandmother Evarts, and Billy with his face washed clean, and Alice with +three enormous bows on her hair, all waiting to welcome him, standing by +the pictorial lamp on the brown worsted mat on the centre-table, made +me fairly howl when I sat at home and thought of it--and that was before +I'd SEEN Harry. + +The family were, of course, quite “hurt” that Peter and I wouldn't +assist at the celebration. I cannot see why people WILL want you to do +things when they KNOW you don't care to! + +The next evening, however, we had to go, when Peggy herself came around +and asked us. Of course Mr. Goward was with Peggy most of the time. +They certainly looked charming together, but rather conscious and stiff. +Every member of the family was watching his every motion. Oh, I've been +there! I know what it is! + +Some of the neighbors were there, too. Peter hardly ever plays on the +big, old-fashioned grand-piano, but that night he was so bored he had +to. The family always THINK they're very musical--you can know the style +when I tell you that after Peter has been rambling through bits from +Schumann and Richard Strauss they always ask him if he won't “play +something.” Well, after Peggy had gone into the other room with her +mother to do the polite to Mrs. Temple, Mr. Goward gravitated over +to where I sat in the big bay-window behind the piano; he had that +“be-good-to-me,-won't-you?” air that I know so well! Then we got to +talking and listening in between whiles--he knows lots of girls in the +Art League--till Peter began playing that heart-breaking “Im Herbst” + from the Franz Songs, and then he said: + +“You're going to be my sister, aren't you? Won't you let me hold your +hand while your husband's playing that? It makes me feel so lonely!” + +I answered, promptly, “Certainly; hold both hands if you like!” + +And we laughed, and Peter turned around for a moment and smiled, too. +Oh, it WAS nice to meet somebody of one's own kind! You get so sick of +having everything taken seriously. + +That night, after we'd left the house, Harry caught up with us at the +corner on his way to the hotel, and went home with us, and we all +talked until three o'clock in the morning. We simply ate all over the +house--goodness! how hungry we were! At Peter's home it's an unheard-of +thing to eat anything after half-past six--almost a crime, unless it's a +wedding or state reception. We began now with coffee in the dining-room, +and jam and cheese, and ended by gradual stages at hot lobster in the +chafing-dish in the studio--the darky was out all night, as usual. + +Then Harry and Peter concluded that it was too late to go to bed at +all--it was really daylight--so they took bath-towels and went down to +the river and had a swim, and Harry slipped back to the house at six +o'clock. He said we'd repeat it all the next night, but of course we +didn't. He's the kind that, as soon as he's promised to do a thing, +feels at once that he doesn't really want to do it. + +The next day Peter's Aunt Elizabeth came on the scene, and of course we +stayed away as much as we could. She loves Peter--they all do--but she +hasn't any use for me, and shows it. She thinks I'm perfectly dumb +and stupid. I simply don't exist, and I've never tried to undeceive +her--it's too much trouble. She always wants to tell people how to do +their hair and put on their clothes. + +Miss Elizabeth Talbert is a howling swell; she only just endures it +here. I've heard lots of things about her from Bell Pickering, who knows +the Munroes--Lily Talbert, they call her there. She thinks she's fond of +Art, but she really doesn't know the first thing about it--she doesn't +like anything that isn't expensive and elegant and a la mode. + +The only time she ever came to see me she actually PICKED her way +around the house when I was showing it to her--there's no other word +to use--just because there was a glass of jelly on the sofa, and +the painting things were all over the studio with Peter's clothes. I +perfectly hated her that day, yet I do love to look at her, and I can +see how she might be terribly nice if you were any one she thought worth +caring for. There have been times when I've seen a look on her face, +like the clear ethereal light beyond the sunset, that just PULLED at me. +She is very fond of Peggy; I know she would never do anything to injure +Peggy. + +Poor little Peggy! When I think of this affair about Harry Goward I +don't believe she ever felt sure of him; that is why she is so worked +up over this matter now. I know there was something that I felt from the +first through all her excitement, something that wasn't quite happy in +her happiness. I feel atmospheres at once; I just can't help it. And +when I get feeling other people's atmospheres too much I lose my own, +and then I can't paint. I began so well the other day with the picture +of that Armenian peddler, and now since Alice left I can't do a thing +with it; his bare yellow knees look just like ugly grape-fruit. I wish +Sally was in. She can't cook, but she can do a song-and-dance that's +worth its weight in gold when you're down in the mouth. + +--Just then I looked out of the window and saw my mother-in-law coming +in. For a minute I was frightened. I'd never seen her look like that +before--so white and almost OLD; she seemed hardly able to walk, and I +ran to the door and helped her in, and put her in a chair and her +feet on a footstool, and got her my dear little Venetian bottle of +smelling-salts with the long silver chain; it's so beautiful it makes +you feel better just to look at it. I whisked Peter's shoes out into the +hall, and when I sat down by her she put her hand out to me and said, +“Dear child,” and I got all throaty, the way I do when any one speaks +like that to me, for, oh, I HAVE been lonesome for Dad and Momsey and my +own dear home! though no one ever seems to imagine it, and I said: + +“Oh, can't I do something for you, Madonna?” I usually just call her +“you,” but once in a great while, when there's nobody else around, I +call her Madonna, and I know she likes it, even if she does think it a +little Romish or sacrilegious or something queer. + +But she said she didn't want anything, only to rest a few minutes, and +that there was something she wanted me to tell Peter. She couldn't come +in the evening to see him without every one wanting to know why she +came. There was some terrible trouble about Peggy's engagement. She +flushed up and hesitated, and when I broke in to say, “You needn't +bother to explain, I know all about the whole thing,” she didn't seem at +all surprised or ask how I knew--she only seemed relieved to find +that she could go right on. I never can be demonstrative to her before +people, but I just put my arms around her now when she said: + +“It's a great comfort to be able to come to you, Lorraine, and speak +out. At home your dear grandmother considers me so much--she only thinks +of everything as it affects me, but it makes it so that I can't always +show what I feel, for if I do she gets ill. All _I_ can think of is +Peggy. If you knew what it was to me just now when my little Peggy went +away from me and locked herself in her room--Peggy, who all her life has +always come to me for comfort--” + +She stopped for a minute, and I patted her. It was so unlike my +mother-in-law to speak in this way; she's usually so self-contained that +it made me sort of awestruck. After a moment she went on in a different +voice: + +“They all want me to tell Cyrus--your father--that Aunt Elizabeth has +been trying to take Mr. Goward's affections away from Peggy. I'm afraid +it's just what she has been doing, though it seems incredible that she +should have any attraction for a young man. I was glad Elizabeth had +gone away overnight, for Maria is in such a state I don't know what +might have happened.” + +“And don't you want to tell--father?” I gulped, but I knew I must say +it. “Why not, Madonna?” + +She shook her head, with that look that makes you feel sometimes that +she isn't just the gentle and placid person that she appears to be. I +seemed to catch a glimpse of something very clear and strong. If I could +paint her with an expression like that I'd make my fortune. + +“No, Lorraine. If it was about anybody but your aunt Elizabeth I would, +but I can't speak against her. It's her home as well as mine; I've +always realized that. I made up my mind, when I married, that I never +would come between brother and sister, and I never have. Aunt Elizabeth +doesn't know how many times I have smoothed matters over for her, how +many times Cyrus has been provoked because he thought she didn't show +enough consideration for me. I have always loved Aunt Elizabeth, and +I believed she loved us--but when I saw my Peggy to-day, Lorraine, I +couldn't go and tell your father about Aunt Elizabeth while I feel as I +do now! I couldn't be just. If I made him angry with her--” + +She stopped, and I didn't need to have her go on. My father-in-law is +one of those big, kind, sensible, good-natured men who, when they do +get angry, go clear off the handle, and are so absolutely furious and +unreasonable you can't do anything with them. He got that way at Peter +once--but it makes me so furious myself when I think of it that I never +do. + +“And, Lorraine,” Madonna went on, quite simply, “bringing all this home +to Aunt Elizabeth and making her pay up for it really has nothing to +do with Peggy's happiness. It is my child's happiness that I +want, Lorraine. There may be a misunderstanding of some +kind--misunderstandings are very cruel things sometimes, Lorraine. I +cannot believe that boy doesn't care for her--why, he loved her dearly! +It seems to me far the best and most dignified thing to just write to +Mr. Goward himself and find out the truth.” + +“I think so, too!” said I. “Oh, Madonna, you're a Jim Dandy!” + +“And so,” she went on, “I want you to ask Charles Edward to write +to-night. I'll leave the address with you. As Peggy's brother, it will +be more suitable for him to attend to the matter.” + +Charles Edward! I simply gasped. The idea of Peter's writing to Harry +Goward to ask him the state of his affections! If Peter's mother +couldn't realize how perfectly impossible it was for even ME to make +Peter do a thing that--Well--I was knocked silly. + +Dear Madonna is the survival of a period when a woman always expected +some man to face any crisis for her. All I could do was to say, +resignedly: + +“I'll give him the address.” And when she got up I went to the gate +with her. She was as dear as she could be; I just loved her until she +happened to say: + +“When I came in I thought you might be lying down, for I looked up and +saw the shades were pulled down in your room, as they are now.” + +“Oh,” I said, “I don't suppose anybody has been back in the room since +we got up.” And I was downright scared, she looked at me so strangely +and began to tremble all over. “What IS the matter?” I cried. “Do come +into the house again!” But she only grasped my arm and said, tragically: + +“Lorraine, it isn't POSSIBLE that you haven't made your bed at four +o'clock in the afternoon!” And I answered: + +“Oh, I always make it up before I sleep in it.” And then I knew that I'd +said just the wrong thing. What difference it can make to ANYBODY what +time you make your OWN bed I can't see! She tried to make me promise +I'd always make it up before ten o'clock in the morning. Why, I wouldn't +even promise to always feel fond of Peter at ten o'clock in the morning! +I NEVER have anything to do with the family without always feeling on +edge afterward. Why, when she was so sweet and strong about Peggy and +Aunt Elizabeth and all the rest of it, WHY should she get upset about +such a trifle? + +I stood there by the gate just glowering as she went off. I knew she +thought I was going to perdition. I was sick of “the engagement.” What +business was it of Peter's and mine, anyhow? It had nothing to do with +us, really. Then I thought of the time Peter and I quarrelled, and how +DEAR Lyman Wilde was about it, and how he brought Peter back to me--just +to say the name of Lyman Wilde always makes me feel better. I adore him, +and always shall, and Peter knows it. If I could only go back to the +Settlement and hear him say, “Little girl,” in that coaxing voice of +his! He is one of those men who are always working so hard for other +people that you forget he hasn't anything for himself. + +Thinking of him made me quite chipper again, and I went in and got his +picture and stuck it up in the mantel-piece and put flowers in front +of it. When Peter came in I told him about everything, and of course he +refused to write to Harry Goward, as I knew he would. He said it was all +rot, anyway, and that Harry was a nice boy, but not worth making such +a fuss over. He didn't know that he was particularly stuck on Peggy's +marrying Harry Goward, anyway--but there was no use in any one's +interfering. Peggy was the person to write. Finally he said he'd +telephone to Harry the next day to come out and stay at our house over +Sunday, and then he and Peggy could have a chance to settle it. + +But Peter didn't telephone. He was late at the Works the next +day--though not nearly so late as he often is; but Mr. Talbert has a +perfect fad about every one's getting there on time; it's one of the +things there's always been a tug about between him and Peter. I should +think he'd have realized long ago that Peter NEVER will be on time, and +just make up his mind to it, but he won't. Well, Peter came back again +to the house a little after nine, perfectly white; he said he'd never +enter the factory again.... + +His father was in a towering rage when Peter went in; he spoke to +Peter so that every one could hear him, and then--Oh, it was a dreadful +time!... + +Alice told me afterward that Maria had found her father in the garden +before breakfast. She insinuated, in HER way, all kinds of dreadful +things about Harry Goward and Aunt Elizabeth, and there was a scene at +the breakfast-table--and Peggy was taken so ill that they had to send +for Dr. Denbigh. I don't know what will happen when Aunt Elizabeth comes +home. + + + + +V. THE SCHOOL-GIRL, by Elizabeth Jordan + +Except for Billy, who is a boy and does not count, I am the youngest +person in our family; and when I tell you that there are eleven of +us--well, you can dimly imagine the kind of a time I have. Two or three +days ago I heard Grandma Evarts say something to the minister about “the +down-trodden and oppressed of foreign lands,” and after he had gone I +asked her what they were. For a wonder, she told me; usually when Billy +and I ask questions you would think the whole family had been struck +dumb. But this time she answered and I remember every word--for if ever +anything sounded like a description of Billy and me it was what Grandma +Evarts said that day. I told her so, too; but, of course, she only +looked at me over her spectacles and didn't understand what I meant. +Nobody ever does except Billy and Aunt Elizabeth, and they're not much +comfort. Billy is always so busy getting into trouble and having me get +him out of it, and feeling sorry for himself, that he hasn't time to +sympathize with me. Besides, as I've said before, he's only a boy, and +you know what boys are and how they lack the delicate feelings girls +have, and how their minds never work when you want them to. As for Aunt +Elizabeth, she is lovely sometimes, and the way she remembers things +that happened when she was young is simply wonderful. She knows how +girls feel, too, and how they suffer when they are like Dr. Denbigh says +I am--very nervous and sensitive and high-strung. But she admitted to +me to-day that she had never before really made up her mind whether I am +the “sweet, unsophisticated child” she calls me, or what Tom Price says +I am, The Eastridge Animated and Undaunted Daily Bugle and Clarion Call. +He calls me that because I know so much about what is going on; and he +says if Mr. Temple could get me on his paper as a regular contributor +there wouldn't be a domestic hearth-stone left in Eastridge. He says the +things I drop will break every last one of them, anyhow, beginning with +the one at home. That's the way he talks, and though I don't always know +exactly what he means I can tell by his expression that it is not very +complimentary. + +Aunt Elizabeth is different from the others, and she and I have +inspiring conversations sometimes--serious ones, you know, about life +and responsibility and careers; and then, at other times, just when +I'm revealing my young heart to her the way girls do in books, she gets +absent-minded or laughs at me, or stares and says, “You extraordinary +infant,” and changes the subject. At first it used to hurt me +dreadfully, but now I'm beginning to think she does it when she can't +answer my questions. I've asked her lots and lots of things that have +made her sit up and gasp, I can tell you, and I have more all ready as +soon as I get the chance. + +There is another thing I will mention while I think of it. Grandma +Evarts is always talking about “rules of life,” but the only rule of +life I'm perfectly sure I have is to always mention things when I think +of them. Even that doesn't please the family, though, because sometimes +I mention things they thought I didn't know, and then they are annoyed +and cross instead of learning a lesson by it and realizing how silly it +is to try to keep secrets from me. If they'd TELL me, and put me on +my honor, I could keep their old secrets as well as anybody. I've kept +Billy's for years and years. But when they all stop talking the minute +I come into a room, and when mamma and Peggy go around with red eyes and +won't say why, you'd better believe I don't like it. It fills me with +the “intelligent discontent” Tom is always talking about. Then I don't +rest until I know what there is to know, and usually when I get through +I know more than anybody else does, because I've got all the different +sides--Maria's and Tom's and Lorraine's and Charles Edward's and mamma's +and papa's and grandma's and Peggy's and Aunt Elizabeth's. It isn't that +they intend to tell me things, either; they all try not to. Every one of +them keeps her own secrets beautifully, but she drops things about the +others. Then all I have to do is to put them together like a patch-work +quilt. + +You needn't think it's easy, though, for the very minute I get near any +of the family they waste most of the time we're together by trying to +improve me. You see, they are all so dreadfully old that they have had +time to find out their faults and youthful errors, and every single one +of them thinks she sees ALL her faults in me, and that she must help +me to conquer them ere it is too late. Aunt Elizabeth says they mean it +kindly, and perhaps they do. But if you have ever had ten men and women +trying to improve you, you will know what my life is. Tom Price, who +married my sister Maria, told Dr. Denbigh once that “every time a +Talbert is unoccupied he or she puts Alice or Billy, or both, on the +family moulding-board and kneads awhile.” I heard him say it and it's +true. All _I_ can say is that if they keep on kneading and moulding me +much longer there won't be anything left but a kind of a pulpy mass. I +can see what they have done to Billy already; he's getting pulpier every +day, and I don't believe his brain would ever work if I didn't keep +stirring it up. + +However, the thing I want to say while I think of it is this. It is a +question, and I will ask it here because there is no use of asking it at +home: Why is it that grown-up men and women never have anything really +interesting to say to a girl fifteen years old? Then, if you can answer +that, I wish you would answer another: Why don't they ever listen or +understand what a girl means when she talks to them? Billy and I have +one rule now when we want to say something serious. We get right in +front of them and fix them with a glittering eye, the way the Ancient +Mariner did, you know, and speak as slowly as we can, in little bits +of words, to show them it's very important. Then, sometimes, they pay +attention and answer us, but usually they act as if we were babies +gurgling in cunning little cribs. And the rude way they interrupt us +often and go on talking about their own affairs--well, I will not say +more, for dear mamma has taught me not to criticise my elders, and I +never do. But I watch them pretty closely, just the same, and when I see +them doing something that is not right my brain works so hard it keeps +me awake nights. If it's anything very dreadful, like Peggy's going and +getting engaged, I point out the error, the way they're always pointing +errors out to me. Of course it doesn't do any good, but that isn't my +fault. It's because they haven't got what my teacher calls “receptive +minds.” + +I'm telling you all this before I tell you what has happened, so you +will be sorry for Billy and me. If you are sorry already, as well indeed +you may be, you will be a great deal more sorry before I get through. +For if ever any two persons were “downtrodden and oppressed” and +“struggling in darkness” and “feeling the chill waters of affliction,” + it's Billy and me to-night--all because we tried to help Peggy and +Lorraine and Aunt Elizabeth after they had got everything mixed up! I +told them I was just trying to help, and Tom Price said right off that +there was only one thing for Billy and me to do in future whenever the +“philanthropic spirit began to stir” in us, and that was to get on board +the suburban trolley-car and go as far away from home as our nickels +would take us, and not hurry back. So you see he is not a bit grateful +for the interesting things I told Maria. + +I will now tell what happened. It began the day Billy heard the station +agent at Whitman read Aunt Elizabeth's telegram to Harry Goward. The +telegram had a lot of silly letters and words in it, so Billy didn't +know what it meant, and, of course, he didn't care. The careless child +would have forgotten all about it if I hadn't happened to meet him +at Lorraine's after he got back from Whitman. He is always going to +Lorraine's for some of Sallie's cookies--she makes perfectly delicious +ones, round and fat and crumbly, with currants on the top. Billy had +taken so many that his pockets bulged out on the sides, and his mouth +was so full he only nodded when he saw me. So, of course, I stopped to +tell him how vulgar that was, and piggish, and to see if he had left any +for me, and he was so anxious to divert my mind that as soon as he could +speak he began to talk about seeing Aunt Elizabeth over in Whitman. That +interested me, so I got the whole thing out of him, and the very minute +he had finished telling it I made him go straight and tell Peggy. I told +him to do it delicately, and not yell it out. I thought it would cheer +and comfort Peggy to know that some one was doing something, instead +of standing around and looking solemn, but, alas! it did not, and Billy +told me with his own lips that it was simply awful to see Peggy's face. +Even he noticed it, so it must have been pretty bad. He said her eyes +got so big it made him think of the times she used to imitate the wolf +in Red Riding-Hood and scare us 'most to death when we were young. + +When Billy told me that, I saw that perhaps we shouldn't have told +Peggy, so the next day I went over to Lorraine's again to ask her what +she thought about it. I stopped at noon on my way home from school, and +I didn't ring the bell, because I never do. I walked right in as usual, +falling over the books and teacups and magazines on the floor, and I +found Lorraine sitting at the tea-table with her head down among the +little cakes and bits of toast left over from the afternoon before. She +didn't look up, so I knew she hadn't heard me, and I saw her shoulders +shake, and then I knew that she was crying. I had never seen Lorraine +cry before, and I felt dreadfully, but I didn't know just what to do or +what to say, and while I stood staring at her I noticed that there was +a photograph on the table with a lot of faded flowers. The face of the +photograph was up and I saw that it was a picture of Mr. Wilde--the +one that usually stands on the mantel-piece. Lorraine is always talking +about him, and she has told me ever and ever so much about how nice +and kind he was to her when she was studying art in New York. But, of +course, I didn't know she cared enough for him to cry over his picture, +and it gave me the queerest feelings to see her do it--kind of wabbly +ones in my legs, and strange, sinking ones in my stomach. You see, I had +just finished reading Lady Hermione's Terrible Secret. A girl at school +lent it to me. So when I saw Lorraine crying over a photograph and faded +flowers I knew it must mean that she had learned to love Mr. Wilde with +a love that was her doom, or would be if she didn't hurry and get over +it. Finally I crept out of the house without saying a word to her or +letting her know I was there, and I leaned on the gate to think it over +and try to imagine what a girl in a book would do. In Lady Hermione her +sister discovered the truth and tried to save the rash woman from the +sad consequences of her love, so I knew that was what I must do, but I +didn't know how to begin. While I was standing there with my brain going +round like one of Billy's paper pinwheels some one stopped in front +of me and said, “Hello, Alice,” in a sick kind of a way, like a boy +beginning to recite a piece at school. I looked up. It was Harry Goward! + +You'd better believe I was surprised, for, of course, when he went away +nobody expected he would come back so soon; and after all the fuss and +the red eyes and the mystery _I_ hoped he wouldn't come back at all. But +here he was in three days, so I said, very coldly, “How do you do, Mr. +Goward,” and bowed in a distant way; and he took his hat off quickly and +held it in his hand, and I waited for him to say something else. All +he did for a minute was to look over my head. Then he said, in the same +queer voice: “Is Mrs. Peter in? I wanted to have a little talk with +her,” and he put his hand on the gate to open it. I suppose it was +dreadfully rude, but I stayed just where I was and said, very slowly, +in icy tones, that he must kindly excuse my sister-in-law, as I was sure +she wouldn't be able to receive him. Of course I knew she wouldn't want +him or any one else to come in and see her cry, and besides I never +liked Harry Goward and I never expect to. He looked very much surprised +at first, and then his face got as red as a baby's does when there's a +pin in it somewhere, and he asked if she was ill. I said, “No, she is +not ill,” and then I sighed and looked off down the street as if I would +I were alone. He began to speak very quickly, but stopped and bit his +lip. Then he turned away and hesitated, and finally he came back and +took a thick letter from his pocket and held it out to me. He was +smiling now, and for a minute he really looked nice and sweet and +friendly. + +“Say, Alice,” he said, in the most coaxing way, “don't YOU get down on +me, too. Do me a good turn--that's a dear. Take this letter home and +deliver it. Will you? And say I'm at the hotel waiting for an answer.” + +Now, you can see yourself that this was thrilling. The whole family +was watching every mail for a letter from Harry Goward and here he was +offering me one! I didn't show how excited I was; I just took the letter +and turned it over so I couldn't see the address and slipped it into my +pocket, and said, coldly, that I would deliver it with pleasure. Harry +Goward was looking quite cheerful again, but he said, in a worried tone, +that he hoped I wouldn't forget, because it was very, very important. +Then I dismissed him with a haughty bow, the way they do on the stage, +and this time he put his hat on and really went. + +Of course after that I wanted to go straight home with the letter, but +I knew it wouldn't do to leave Lorraine bearing her terrible burden +without some one to comfort her. While I was trying to decide what to +do I saw Billy a block away with Sidney Tracy, and I whistled to him +to come, and beckoned with both hands at the same time to show it was +important. I had a beautiful idea. In that very instant I “planned my +course of action,” as they say in books. I made up my mind that I would +send the letter home by Billy, and that would give me time to run over +to Maria's and get something to eat and ask Maria to go and comfort +Lorraine. Maria and Lorraine don't like each other very much, but I knew +trouble might bring them closer, for Grandma Evarts says it always does. +Besides, Maria is dreadfully old and knows everything and is the one the +family always sends for when things happen. If they don't send she comes +anyhow and tells everybody what to do. So I pinned the letter in Billy's +pocket, so he couldn't lose it, and I ordered him to go straight home +with it. He said he would. He looked queer and I thought I saw him drop +something near a fence before he came to me, but I was so excited I +didn't pay close attention. As soon as Billy started off I went to +Maria's. + +She was all alone, for Tom was lunching with some one at the hotel. When +we were at the table I told her about Lorraine, and if ever any one was +excited and really listened this time it was sister Maria. She pushed +back her chair, and spoke right out before she thought, I guess. +“Charles Edward's wife crying over another man's picture!” she said. +“Well, I like that! But I'm not surprised. I always said no good would +come of THAT match!” + +Then she stopped and made herself quiet down, but I could see how hard +it was, and she added: “So THAT was the matter with Charles Edward when +I met him this morning rushing along the street like a cyclone.” + +I got dreadfully worried then and begged her to go to Lorraine at once, +for I saw things were even more terrible than I had thought. But Maria +said: “Certainly not! I must consult with father and mother first. This +is something that affects us all. After I have seen them I will go to +Lorraine's.” Then she told me not to worry about it, and not to speak +of it to any one else. I didn't, either, except to Billy and Aunt +Elizabeth; and when I told Aunt Elizabeth the man's name I thought she +would go up into the air like one of Billy's skyrockets. But that part +does not belong here, and I'm afraid if I stop to talk about it I'll +forget about Billy and the letter. + +After luncheon Maria put her hat on and went straight to our house to +see mother, and I went back to school. When I got home I asked, the +first thing, if Billy had delivered the letter from Harry Goward, and +for the next fifteen minutes you would have thought every one in our +house had gone crazy. That wretched boy had not delivered it at all! +They had not even seen him, and they didn't know anything about the +letter. After they had let me get enough breath to tell just how I had +met Harry and exactly what he had said and done, mother rushed off to +telephone to father, and Aunt Elizabeth came down-stairs with a wild, +eager face, and Grandma Evarts actually shook me when she found I didn't +even know whom the letter was for. I hadn't looked, because I had been +so excited. Finally, after everybody had talked at once for a while. +Grandma Evans told me mamma had said Billy could go fishing that +afternoon, because the weather was so hot and she thought he looked pale +and overworked. The idea of Billy Talbert being overworked! I could have +told mamma something about THAT. + +Well, I saw through the whole thing then. Billy hadn't told me, for fear +I would want to go along; so he had sneaked off with Sidney Tracy, and +if he hadn't forgotten all about the letter he had made up his mind it +would do as well to deliver it when he came home. That's the way Billy's +mind works--like Tom Price's stop-watch. It goes up to a certain instant +and then it stops short. You'd better believe I was angry. And it didn't +make it any easier for me to remember that while I was having this +dreadful time at home, and being reproached by everybody. Billy and +Sidney Tracy were sitting comfortably under the willows on the edge of +the river pulling little minnows out of the water. I knew exactly where +they would be--I'd been there with Billy often enough. Just as I thought +of that I looked at poor Peggy, sitting in her wrapper in papa's big +easy-chair, leaning against a pillow Grandma Evarts had put behind her +back, and trying to be calm. She looked so pale and worn and worried and +sick that I made up my mind I'd follow those boys to the river and get +that letter and bring it home to Peggy--for, of course, I was sure it +was for her. I wish you could have seen her face when I said I'd do it, +and the way she jumped up from the chair and then blushed and sank back +and tried to look as if it didn't matter--with her eyes shining all the +time with excitement and hope. + +I got on my bicycle and rode off, and I made good time until I crossed +the bridge. Then I had to walk along the river, pushing the bicycle, and +I came to those two boys so quietly that they never saw me until I +was right behind them. They were fishing still, but they had both been +swimming--I could tell that by their wet hair and by the damp, mussy +look of their clothes. When Billy saw me he turned red and began to make +a great fuss over his line. He didn't say a word; he never does when +he's surprised or ashamed, so he doesn't speak very often, anyhow; but I +broke the painful silence by saying a few words myself. I told Billy how +dreadful he had made everybody feel and how they were all blaming +me, and I said I'd thank him for that letter to take home to his poor +suffering sister. Billy put down his rod, and all the time I talked he +was going through his pockets one after the other and getting redder +and redder. I was so busy talking that I didn't understand at first just +what this meant, but when I stopped and held out my hand and looked at +him hard I saw in his guilty face the terrible, terrible fear that he +had lost that letter; and I was so frightened that my legs gave way +under me, and I sat down on the grass in my fresh blue linen dress, just +where they had dripped and made it wet. + +All this time Sidney Tracy was going through HIS pockets, too, and just +as I was getting up again in a hurry he took off his cap and emptied +his pockets into it. I wish you could have seen what that cap held +then--worms, and sticky chewing-gum, and tops, and strings, and hooks, +and marbles, and two pieces of molasses candy all soft and messy, and +a little bit of a turtle, and a green toad, and a slice of +bread-and-butter, and a dirty, soaking, handkerchief that he and Billy +had used for a towel. There was something else there, too--a dark, wet, +pulpy, soggy-looking thing with pieces of gum and molasses candy and +other things sticking to it. Sidney took it out and held it toward me in +a proud, light-hearted way: + +“There's your letter, all right,” he said, and Billy gave a whoop of joy +and called out, “Good-bye, Alice,” as a hint for me to hurry home. I +was so anxious to get the letter that I almost took it, but I stopped in +time. I hadn't any gloves on, and it was just too dreadful. If you could +have seen it you would never have touched it in the world. I got near +enough to look at it, though, and then I saw that the address was so +dirty and so covered with gum and bait and candy that all I could read +was a capital “M” and a small “s” at the beginning and an “ert” at the +end; the name between was hidden. I covered my eyes with my hand and +gasped out to the boys that I wanted the things taken off it that didn't +belong there, and when I looked again Sidney had scraped off the worst +of it and was scrubbing the envelope with his wet handkerchief to make +it look cleaner. After that you couldn't tell what ANY letter was, so I +just groaned and snatched it from his hands and left those two boys in +their disgusting dirt and degradation and went home. + +When I got back mamma and Grandma Evarts and Tom Price and Peggy and +Aunt Elizabeth were in the parlor, looking more excited than ever, +because Maria had been there telling the family about Lorraine. Then she +had gone on to Lorraine's and Tom had dropped in to call for her and was +waiting to hear about the letter. They were all watching the door when +I came in, and Peggy and Aunt Elizabeth started to get up, but sat down +again. I stood there hesitating because, of course, I didn't know who to +give it to, and Grandma Evarts shot out, “Well, Alice! Well, Well!” + as if she was blowing the words at me from a little peashooter. Then I +began to explain about the address, but before I could say more than two +or three words mamma motioned to me and I gave the letter to her. + +You could have heard an autumn leaf fall in that room. Mamma put on her +glasses and puzzled over the smear on the envelope, and Peggy drew a +long breath and jumped up and walked over to mamma and held out her +hand. Mamma didn't hesitate a minute. “Certainly it must be for you, my +dear,” she said, and then she added, in a very cold, positive way, “For +whom else could it possibly be intended?” No one spoke; but just as +Peggy had put her finger under the flap to tear it open, Aunt Elizabeth +got up and crossed the room to where mamma and Peggy stood. She spoke +very softly and quietly, but she looked queer and excited. + +“Wait one moment, my dear,” she said to Peggy. “Very probably the letter +IS for you, but it is just possible that it may be for some one else. +Wouldn't it be safer--wiser--for ME to open it?” + +Then Peggy cried out, “Oh, Aunt Elizabeth, how dreadful! How can you +say such a thing!” Mother had hesitated an instant when Aunt Elizabeth +spoke, but now she drew Peggy's head down to her dear, comfy shoulder, +and Peggy stayed right there and cried as hard as she could--with little +gasps and moans as if she felt dreadfully nervous. Then, for once in +my life, I saw my mother angry. She looked over Peggy's head at Aunt +Elizabeth, and her face was so dreadful it made me shiver. + +“Elizabeth,” she said, and she brought her teeth right down hard on the +word, “this is the climax of your idiocy. Have you the audacity to claim +here, before me, that this letter from my child's affianced husband is +addressed to you?” + +Aunt Elizabeth looked very pale now, but when she answered she spoke as +quietly as before. + +“If it is, Ada,” she said, “it is against my wish and my command. +But--it may be.” Then her voice changed as if she were really begging +for something. + +“Let me open it,” she said. “If it is for Peggy I can tell by the first +line or two, even if he does not use the name. Surely it will do no harm +if I glance at it.” + +Mother looked even angrier than before. + +“Well,” she said, “it could do no harm, you think, if you read a letter +intended for Peggy, but you don't dare to risk letting Peggy read a +letter addressed by Harry Goward to you. This is intolerable, +Elizabeth Talbert. You have passed the limit of my endurance--and of my +husband's.” + +She brought out the last words very slowly, looking Aunt Elizabeth +straight in the eyes, and Aunt Elizabeth looked back with her head very +high. She has a lovely way of using such expressions as “For the rest” + and “As to that,” and she did it now. + +“As to that,” she said, “my brother must speak for himself. No one +regrets more bitterly than I do this whole most unpleasant affair. I can +only say that with all my heart I am trying to straighten it out.” + +Grandma Evarts sniffed just then so loudly that we all looked at her, +and then, of course, mamma suddenly remembered that I was still there, +regarding the scene with wide, intelligent young eyes, and she nodded +toward the door, meaning for me to go out. My, but I hated to! I picked +up grandma's ball of wool and drew the footstool close to her feet, and +looked around to see if I couldn't show her some other delicate girlish +attention such as old ladies love, but there wasn't anything, especially +as grandma kept motioning for me to leave. So I walked toward the door +very slowly, and before I got there I heard Tom Price say: + +“Oh, come now; we're making a lot of fuss about nothing. There's a very +simple way out of all this. Alice says Goward's still at the hotel. +I'll just run down there and explain, and ask him to whom that letter +belongs.” + +Then I was at the door, and I HAD to open it and go out. The voices went +on inside for a few minutes, but soon I saw Tom come out and I went to +him and slipped my arm inside of his and walked with him across the lawn +and out to the sidewalk. I don't very often like the things Tom says, +but I thought it was clever of him to think of going to ask Harry Goward +about the letter, and I told him so to encourage him. He thanked me very +politely, and then he stopped and braced his back against the lamp-post +on the corner and “fixed me with a stern gaze,” as writers say. + +“Look here, Clarry,” he said (“Clarry” is short, he says, for Daily +Bugle and Clarion Call, which is “too lengthy for frequent use”), +“you're doing a lot of mischief to-day with your rural delivery +system for Goward and your news extras about Lorraine. What's this +cock-and-bull story you've got up about her, anyway?” + +I told him just what I had seen. When I got through he said there was +“nothing in it.” + +“That bit about her head being among the toast and cake,” he went on, +“would be convincing circumstantial evidence of a tragedy if it had been +any other woman's head, but it doesn't count with Lorraine--I mean +it doesn't represent the complete abandonment to grief which would be +implied if it happened in the case of any one else. You must remember +that when Lorraine wants to have a comfortable cry she's got to choose +between putting her head in the jam on the sofa, or among the wet paint +and brushes in the easy-chair, or among the crumbs on the tea-table. +As for that photograph, it probably fell off the mantel-piece to the +tea-table, instead of falling, as usual, into the coal-hod. To sum up, +my dear Clarry, if you had remembered the extreme emotionalism of +your sister Lorraine's temperament and the--er--eccentricity of her +housekeeping, you would not have permitted yourself to be so sadly +misled. Not remembering it, you've done a lot of mischief. All these +things being so, no one will believe them. And to-night, when you are +safely tucked into your little bed, if you hear the tramping of many +feet on the asphalt walks you may know what it will mean. It will mean +that your mother and father, and Elizabeth, and Grandma Evarts and +Maria and Peggy will be dropping in on Lorraine, each alone and quite +casually, of course, to find out what there really is in this terrible +rumor. And some of them will believe to their dying day that there was +something in it.” + +Well, that made me feel very unhappy. For I could see that under Tom's +gay exterior and funny way of saying things he really meant every +word. Of course I told him that I had wanted to help Lorraine and Peggy +because they were so wretched, and he made me promise on the spot that +if ever I wanted to help him I'd tell him about it first. Then he went +off to the hotel looking more cheerful, and I was left alone with my sad +thoughts. + +When I got into the house the first thing I saw was Billy sneaking out +of the back door. I had meant to have a long and earnest talk with Billy +the minute he got home, and point out some of his serious faults, but +when I looked at him I saw that mamma or grandma had just done it. He +looked red eyed and miserable, and the minute he saw me he began +to whistle. Billy never whistles except just before or just after +a whipping, so my heart sank, and I was dreadfully sorry for him. I +started after him to tell him so, but he made a face at me and ran; and +just then Aunt Elizabeth came along the hall and dragged me up to her +room and began to ask me all over again about Mr. Goward and all that +he said--whether I was perfectly SURE he didn't mention any name. She +looked worried and unhappy. Then she asked about Lorraine, but in an +indifferent voice, as if she was really thinking about something else. +I told her all I knew, but she didn't say a word or pay much attention +until I mentioned that the man in the photograph was Mr. Lyman Wilde. +Then--well, I wish you had seen Aunt Elizabeth! She made me promise +afterwards that I'd never tell a single soul what happened, and I won't. +But I do wish sometimes that Billy and I lived on a desert island, where +there wasn't anybody else. I just can't bear being home when everybody +is so unhappy, and when not a single thing I do helps the least little +bit! + + + + +VI. THE SON-IN-LAW, by John Kendrick Bangs + +On the whole I am glad our family is no larger than it is. It is a +very excellent family as families go, but the infinite capacity of each +individual in it for making trouble, and adding to complications already +sufficiently complex, surpasses anything that has ever before come +into my personal or professional experience. If I handle my end of this +miserable affair without making a break of some kind or other, I shall +apply to the Secretary of State for a high place in the diplomatic +service, for mere international complications are child's-play compared +to this embroglio in which Goward and Aunt Elizabeth have landed us all. +I think I shall take up politics and try to get myself elected to the +legislature, anyhow, and see if I can't get a bill through providing +that when a man marries it is distinctly understood that he marries his +wife and not the whole of his wife's family, from her grandmother down +through her maiden aunts, sisters, cousins, little brothers, et al., +including the latest arrivals in kittens. In my judgment it ought to be +made a penal offence for any member of a man's wife's family to live on +the same continent with him, and if I had to get married all over again +to Maria--and I'd do it with as much delighted happiness as ever--I +should insist upon the interpolation of a line in the marriage ceremony, +“Do you promise to love, honor, and obey your wife's relatives,” and +when I came to it I'd turn and face the congregation and answer “No,” + through a megaphone, so loud that there could be no possibility of a +misunderstanding as to precisely where I stood. + +If anybody thinks I speak with an unusual degree of feeling, I beg to +inform him or her, as the case may be, that in the matter of wife's +relations I have an unusually full set, and, as my small brother-in-law +says when he orates about his postage-stamp collection, they're all +uncancelled. Into all lives a certain amount of mother-in-law must +fall, but I not only have that, but a grandmother-in-law as well, and +maiden-aunt-in-law, and the Lord knows what else-in-law besides. I must +say that as far as my mother-in-law is concerned I've had more luck +than most men, because Mrs. Talbert comes pretty close to the ideal +in mother-in-legal matters. She is gentle and unoffending. She prefers +minding her own business to assuming a trust control of other people's +affairs, but HER mother--well, I don't wish any ill to Mrs. Evarts, but +if anybody is ambitious to adopt an orphan lady, with advice on tap at +all hours in all matters from winter flannels to the conversion of the +Hottentots, I will cheerfully lead him to the goal of his desires, and +with alacrity surrender to him all my right, title, and interest in +her. At the same time I will give him a quit-claim deed to my +maiden-aunt-in-law--not that Aunt Elizabeth isn't good fun, for she is, +and I enjoy talking to her, and wondering what she will do next fills my +days with a living interest, but I'd like her better if she belonged in +some other fellow's family. + +I don't suppose I can blame Maria under all the circumstances for +standing up for the various members of her family when they are +attacked, which she does with much vigorous and at times aggressive +loyalty. We cannot always help ourselves in the matter of our relations. +Some are born relatives, some achieve relatives, and others have +relatives thrust upon them. Maria was born to hers, and according to +all the rules of the game she's got to like them, nay, even cherish and +protect them against the slings and arrows of outrageous criticism. But, +on the other hand, I think she ought to remember that while I achieved +some of them with my eyes open, the rest were thrust upon me when I +was defenceless, and when I find some difficulty in adapting myself to +circumstances, as is frequently the case, she should be more lenient to +my incapacity. The fact that I am a lawyer makes it necessary for me to +toe the mark of respect for the authority of the courts all day, whether +I am filled with contempt for the court or not, and it is pretty hard to +find, when I return home at night, that another set of the judiciary in +the form of Maria's family, a sort of domestic supreme court, controls +all my private life, so that except when I am rambling through the +fields alone, or am taking my bath in the morning, I cannot give my +feelings full and free expression without disturbing the family entente; +and there isn't much satisfaction in skinning people to a lonesome cow, +or whispering your indignant sentiments into the ear of a sponge already +soaked to the full with cold water. I have tried all my married life to +agree with every member of the family in everything he, she, or it has +said, but, now that this Goward business has come up, I can't do that, +because every time anybody says “Booh” to anybody else in the family +circle, regarding this duplex love-affair, a family council is +immediately called and “Booh” is discussed, not only from every possible +stand-point, but from several impossible ones as well. + +When that letter of Goward's was rescued from the chewing-gum +contingent, with its address left behind upon the pulpy surface of +Sidney Tracy's daily portion of peptonized-paste, it was thought best +that I should call upon the writer at his hotel and find out to whom the +letter was really written. + +My own first thought was to seek out Sidney Tracy and see if the +superscription still remained on the chewing-gum, and I had the +good-fortune to meet the boy on my way to the hotel, but on questioning +him I learned that in the excitement of catching a catfish, shortly +after Alice had left the lads, Sidney had incontinently swallowed +the rubber-like substance, and nothing short of an operation for +appendicitis was likely to put me in possession of the missing exhibit. +So I went on to the hotel, and ten minutes later found myself in the +presence of an interesting case of nervous prostration. Poor Goward! +When I observed the wrought-up condition of his nerves, I was +immediately so filled with pity for him that if it hadn't been for Maria +I think I should at once have assumed charge of his case, and, as his +personal counsel, sued the family for damages on his behalf. He did not +strike me as being either old enough, or sufficiently gifted in the arts +of philandery, to be taken seriously as a professional heart-breaker, +and to tell the truth I had to restrain myself several times from +telling him that I thought the whole affair a tempest in a teapot, +because, in wanting consciously to marry two members of the family, he +had only attempted to do what I had done unconsciously when I and the +whole tribe of Talberts, remotely and immediately connected, became one. +Nevertheless, I addressed him coldly. + +“Mr. Goward,” I said, when the first greetings were over, “this is a +most unfortunate affair.” + +“It is terrible,” he groaned, pacing the thin-carpeted floor like a poor +caged beast in the narrow confines of the Zoo. “You don't need to tell +me how unfortunate it all is.” + +“As a matter of fact,” I went on, “I don't exactly recall a similar case +in my experience. You will doubtless admit yourself that it is a bit +unusual for a man even of your age to flirt with the maiden aunt of +his fiancee, and possibly you realize that we would all be very much +relieved if you could give us some reasonable explanation of your +conduct.” + +“I'll be only too glad to explain,” said Goward, “if you will only +listen.” + +“In my own judgment the best solution of the tangle would be for you +to elope with a third party at your earliest convenience,” I continued, +“but inasmuch as you have come here it is evident that you mean to +pursue some course of action in respect to one of the two ladies--my +sister or my aunt. Now what IS that course? and which of the two ladies +may we regard as the real object of your vagrom affections? I tell you +frankly, before you begin, that I shall permit no trifling with Peggy. +As to Aunt Elizabeth, she is quite able to take care of herself.” + +“It's--it's Peggy, of course,” said Goward. “I admire Miss Elizabeth +Talbert very much indeed, but I never really thought of--being seriously +engaged to her.” + +“Ah!” said I, icily. “And did you think of being frivolously engaged to +her?” + +“I not only thought of it,” said Goward, “but I was. It was at the +Abercrombies', Mr. Price. Lily--that is to say, Aunt Elizabeth--” + +“Excuse me, Mr. Goward,” I interrupted. “As yet the lady is not your +Aunt Elizabeth, and the way things look now I have my doubts if she ever +is your Aunt Elizabeth.” + +“Miss Talbert, then,” said Goward, with a heart-rending sigh. “Miss +Talbert and I were guests at the Abercrombies' last October--maybe she's +told you--and on Hallowe'en we had a party--apple-bobbing and the mirror +trick and all that, and somehow or other Miss Talbert and I were thrown +together a great deal, and before I really knew how, or why, we--well, +we became engaged for--for the week, anyhow.” + +“I see,” said I, dryly. “You played the farce for a limited engagement.” + +“We joked about it a great deal, and I--well, I got into the spirit of +it--one must at house-parties, you know,” said Goward, deprecatingly. + +“I suppose so,” said I. + +“I got into the spirit of it, and Miss Talbert christened me Young +Lochinvar, Junior,” Goward went on, “and I did my best to live up to +the title. Then at the end of the week I was suddenly called home, and +I didn't have any chance to see Miss Talbert alone before leaving, +and--well, the engagement wasn't broken off. That's all. I never saw +her again until I came here to meet the family. I didn't know she was +Peggy's aunt.” + +“So that in reality you WERE engaged to both Peggy and Miss Talbert at +the same time,” I suggested. “That much seems to be admitted.” + +“I suppose so,” groaned Goward. “But not seriously engaged, Mr. Price. I +didn't suppose she would think it was serious--just a lark--but when she +appeared that night and fixed me with her eye I suddenly realized what +had happened.” + +“It was another case of 'the woman tempted me and I did eat,' was it, +Goward?” I asked. + +Goward's pale face Hushed, and he turned angrily. + +“I haven't said anything of the sort,” he retorted. “Of all the unmanly, +sneaking excuses that ever were offered for wrong-doing, that first of +Adam's has never been beaten.” + +“You evidently don't think that Adam was a gentleman,” I put in, with a +feeling of relief at the boy's attitude toward my suggestion. + +“Not according to my standards,” he said, with warmth. + +“Well,” I ventured, “he hadn't had many opportunities, Adam hadn't. His +outlook was rather provincial, and his associations not broadening. +You wouldn't have been much better yourself brought up in a zoo. +Nevertheless, I don't think myself that he toed the mark as straight as +he might have.” + +“He was a coward,” said Goward, with a positiveness born of conviction. +And with that remark Goward took his place in my affections. Whatever +the degree of his seeming offence, he was at least a gentleman himself, +and his unwillingness to place any part of the blame for his conduct +upon Aunt Elizabeth showed me that he was not a cad, and I began to +feel pretty confident that some reasonable way out of our troubles was +looming into sight. + +“How old are you, Goward?” I asked. + +“Twenty-one,” he answered, “counting the years. If you count the last +week by the awful hours it has contained I am older than Methuselah.” + +At last I thought I had it, and a feeling of wrath against Aunt +Elizabeth began to surge up within me. It was another case of that +intolerable “only a boy” habit that so many women of uncertain age and +character, married and single, seem nowadays to find so much pleasure +in. We find it too often in our complex modern society, and I am not +sure that it is not responsible for more deviations from the path of +rectitude than even the offenders themselves imagine. Callow youth just +from college is susceptible to many kinds of flattery, and at the age +of adolescence the appeal which lovely woman makes to inexperience is +irresistible. + +I know whereof I speak, for I have been there myself. I always tell +Maria everything that I conveniently can--it is not well for a man to +have secrets from his wife--and when I occasionally refer to my past +flames I find myself often growing more than pridefully loquacious over +my early affairs of the heart, but when I thought of the serious +study that I once made in my twentieth year of the dozen easiest, most +painless methods of committing suicide because Miss Mehitabel Flanders, +aetat thirty-eight, whom I had chosen for my life's companion, had +announced her intention of marrying old Colonel Barrington--one of the +wisest matches ever as I see it now--I drew the line at letting Maria +into that particular secret of my career. Miss Mehitabel was indeed a +beautiful woman, and she took a very deep and possibly maternal interest +in callow youth. She invited confidence and managed in many ways to make +a strong appeal to youthful affections, but I don't think she was always +careful to draw the line nicely between maternal love and that other +which is neither maternal, fraternal, paternal, nor even filial. To my +eye she was no older than I, and to my way of thinking nothing could +have been more eminently fitting than that we should walk the Primrose +Way hand in hand forever. + +While I will not say that the fair Mehitabel trifled with my young +affections, I will say that she let me believe--nay, induced me to +believe by her manner--that even as I regarded her she regarded me, and +when at the end she disclaimed any intention to smash my heart into the +myriad atoms into which it flew--which have since most happily reunited +upon Maria--and asserted that she had let me play in the rose-garden +of my exuberant fancy because I was “only a boy,” my bump upon the hard +world of fact was an atrociously hard one. Some women pour passer le +temps find pleasure in playing thus with young hopes and hearts as +carelessly as though they were mere tennis-balls, to be whacked about +and rallied, and volleyed hither and yon, without regard to their +constituent ingredients, and then when trouble comes, and a catastrophe +is imminent, the refuge of “only a boy” is sought as though it really +afforded a sufficient protection against “responsibility.” The most of +us would regard the hopeless infatuation of a young girl committed to +our care, either as parents or as guardians, for a middle-aged man of +the world with such horror that drastic steps would be taken to stop it, +but we are not so careful of the love-affairs of our sons, and view with +complaisance their devotion to some blessed damozel of uncertain age, +comforting ourselves with the reflection that he is “only a boy” + and will outgrow it all in good time. (There's another mem. for +my legislative career--a Bill for the Protection of Boys, and the +Suppression of Old Maids Who Don't Mean Anything By It.) + +I don't mean, in saying all this, to reflect in any way upon the many +helpful friendships that exist between youngsters developing into +manhood and their elders among women who are not related to them. There +have been thousands of such friendships, no doubt, that have worked +for the upbuilding of character; for the inspiring in the unfolding +consciousness of what life means in the young boy's being of a deeper, +more lasting, respect for womanhood than would have been attained to +under any other circumstances, but that has been the result only when +the woman has taken care to maintain her own dignity always, and +to regard her course as one wherein she has accepted a degree of +responsibility second only to a mother's, and not a by-path leading +merely to pleasure and for the idling away of an unoccupied hour. +Potential manhood is a difficult force to handle, and none should embark +upon the parlous enterprise of arousing it without due regard for the +consequences. We may not let loose a young lion from its leash, and, +when dire consequences follow, excuse ourselves on the score that we +thought the devastating feature was “only a cub.” + +These things flashed across my mind as I sat in Goward's room watching +the poor youth in his nerve-distracting struggles, and, when I thought +of the tangible evidence in hand against Aunt Elizabeth, I must confess +if I had been juryman sitting in judgment of the case I should have +convicted her of kidnapping without leaving the box. To begin with, +there was the case of Ned Temple. I haven't quite been able to get away +from the notion that however short-sighted and gauche poor Mrs. Temple's +performance was in going over to the Talberts' to make a scene because +of Aunt Elizabeth's attentions to Temple, she thought she was justified +in doing so, and Elizabeth's entire innocence in the premises, in view +of her record as a man-snatcher, has not been proven to my satisfaction. +Then there was that Lyman Wilde business, which I never understood +and haven't wanted to until they tried to mix poor Lorraine up in it. +Certain it is that Elizabeth and Wilde were victims of an affair of the +heart, but what Lorraine has had to do with it I don't know, and I hope +the whole matter will be dropped at least until we have settled poor +Peggy's affair. Then came Goward and this complication, and through +it all Elizabeth has had a weather-eye open for Dr. Denbigh. A rather +suggestive chain of evidence that, proving that Elizabeth seems to +regard all men as her own individual property. As Mrs. Evarts says, she +perks up even when Billie comes into the room--or Mr. Talbert, either; +and as for me--well, in the strictest confidence, if Aunt Elizabeth +hasn't tried to flirt even with me, then I don't know what flirtation +is, and there was a time--long before I was married, of course--when I +possessed certain well-developed gifts in that line. I know this, +that when I was first paying my addresses to Maria, Aunt Elizabeth was +staying at the Talberts' as usual, and Maria and I had all we could do +to get rid of her. She seemed to be possessed with the idea that I came +there every night to see her, and not a hint in the whole category of +polite intimations seemed capable of conveying any other idea to her +mind, although she showed at times that even a chance remark fell upon +heeding ears, for once when I observed that pink was my favorite +color, she blossomed out in it the next day and met me looking like a +peach-tree in full bloom, on Main Street as I walked from my office up +home. And while we are discussing other people's weaknesses I may as +well confess my own, and say that I was so pleased at this unexpected +revelation of interest in my tastes that when I called that evening +I felt vaguely disappointed to learn that Aunt Elizabeth was dining +out--and I was twenty-seven at the time, too, and loved Maria into the +bargain! And after the wedding, when we came to say good-bye, and I +kissed Aunt Elizabeth--I kissed everybody that day in the hurry to get +away, even the hired man at the door--and said, “Good-bye, Aunty,” she +pouted and said she didn't like the title “a little bit.” + +Now, of course, I wouldn't have anybody think that I think Aunt +Elizabeth was ever in love with me, but I mention these things to show +her general attitude toward members of the so-called stronger sex. The +chances are that she does not realize what she is doing, and assumes +this coy method with the whole masculine contingent as a matter of +thoughtless habit. What she wants to be to man I couldn't for the life +of me even guess--mother, sister, daughter, or general manager. But that +she does wish to grab every male being in sight, and attach them to her +train, is pretty evident to me, and I have no doubt that this is what +happened in poor Harry Goward's case. She has a bright way of saying +things, is unmistakably pretty, and has an unhappy knack of making +herself appear ten or fifteen years younger than she is if she needs to. +She is chameleonic as to age, and takes on always something of the +years of the particular man she is talking to. I saw her talking to +the dominie the other night, and a more spiritual-looking bit of demure +middle-aged piety you never saw in a nunnery, and the very next day when +she was conversing with young George Harris, a Freshman at Yale, at +the Barbers' reception, you'd have thought she was herself a Vassar +undergraduate. So there you are. With Goward she had assumed that same +youthful manner, and backed by all the power other thirty-seven years of +experience he was mere putty in her hands, and she played with him and +he lost, just as any other man, from St. Anthony down to the boniest +ossified man of to-day would have lost, and it wasn't until he saw +Peggy again and realized the difference between the real thing and the +spurious that he waked up. + +With all these facts marshalled and flashing through my brain much more +rapidly than I can tell them, like the quick succession of pictures in +the cinematograph, I made up my mind to become Goward's friend in so +far as circumstances would permit. With Aunt Elizabeth out of the way it +seemed to me that we would find all plain sailing again, but how to get +rid other was the awful question. Poor Peggy could hardly be happy +with such a Richmond in the field, and nothing short of Elizabeth's +engagement to some other man would help matters any. She had been too +long unmarried, anyhow. Maiden aunthood is an unhappy estate, and grows +worse with habit. If I could only find Lyman Wilde and bring him back to +her, or, perhaps, Dr. Denbigh--that was the more immediate resource, and +surely no sacrifice should be too great for a family physician to make +for the welfare of his patients. Maria and I would invite Dr. Denbigh to +dinner and have Aunt Elizabeth as the only other guest. We could leave +them alone on some pretext or other after dinner, and leave the rest to +fate--aided and abetted by Elizabeth herself. + +Meanwhile there was Goward still on my hands. + +“Well, my boy,” I said, patting him kindly on the shoulder, “I hardly +know what to say to you about this thing. You've got yourself in the +dickens of a box, but I don't mind telling you I think your heart is in +the right place, and, whatever has happened, I don't believe you have +intentionally done wrong. Maybe at your age you do not realize that it +is not safe to be engaged to two people at the same time, especially +when they belong to the same family. Scientific heart-breakers, as a +rule, take care that their fiancees are not only not related, but +live in different sections of the country, and as I have no liking for +preaching I shall not dwell further upon the subject.” + +“I think I realize my position keenly enough without putting you to the +trouble,” said Goward, gazing gloomily out of the window. + +“What I will say, however,” said I, “is that I'll do all I can to help +you out of your trouble. As one son-in-law to another, eh?” + +“You are very kind,” said he, gripping me by the hand. + +“I will go to Mrs. Talbert--she is the best one to talk to--first, and +tell her just what you have told me, and it is just possible that she +can explain it to Peggy,” I went on. + +“I--I think I could do that myself if I only had the chance,” he said, +ruefully. + +“Well, then--I'll try to make the chance. I won't promise that I will +make it, because I can't answer for anybody but myself. Some day you +will find out that women are peculiar. But what I can do I will,” said +I. “And, furthermore, as the general attorney for the family I will +cross-examine Aunt Elizabeth--put her through the third degree, as it +were, and try to show her how foolish it is for her to make so serious a +matter of a trifling flirtation.” + +“I wouldn't, if I were you,” said Goward, with a frown. “She needn't be +involved in the affair any more than she already is. She is not in the +least to blame.” + +“Nevertheless,” said I, “she may be able to help us to an easy way +out--” + +“She can't,” said Goward, positively. + +“Excuse me, Mr. Goward,” said I, chilling a trifle in my newly acquired +friendliness, “but is there any real reason why I should not question +Miss Talbert--” + +“Oh no, none at all,” he hastened to reply. “Only I--I see no particular +object in vexing her further in a matter that must have already annoyed +her sufficiently. It is very good of you to take all this trouble on +my account, and I don't wish you to add further to your difficulties, +either,” he added. + +I appreciated his consideration, with certain reservations. However, the +latter were not of such character as to make me doubt the advisability +of standing his friend, and when we parted a few minutes later I left +him with the intention of becoming his advocate with Peggy and her +mother, and at the same time of having it out with Aunt Elizabeth. + +I was detained at my office by other matters, which our family troubles +had caused me to neglect, until supper-time, and then I returned to my +own home, expecting to have a little chat over the affair with Maria +before acquainting the rest of the family with my impressions of Goward +and his responsibility for our woe. Maria is always so full of good +ideas, but at half-past six she had not come in, and at six-forty-five +she 'phoned me that she was at her father's and would I not better go +there for tea. In the Talbert family a suggestion of that sort is the +equivalent of a royal command in Great Britain, and I at once proceeded +to accept it. As I was leaving the house, however, the thought flashed +across my mind that in my sympathy for Harry Goward I had neglected +to ask him the question I had sought him out to ask, “To whom was the +letter addressed?” So I returned to the 'phone, and ringing up the Eagle +Hotel, inquired for Mr. Goward. + +“Mr. Goward!” came the answer. + +“Yes,” said I. “Mr. Henry Goward.” + +“Mr. Goward left for New York on the 5.40 train this afternoon,” was the +reply. + +The answer, so unexpected and unsettling to all my plans, stunned me +first and then angered me. + +“Bah!” I cried, impatiently. “The little fool! An attack of cold feet, I +guess--he ought to spell his name with a C.” + +I hung up the receiver with a cold chill, for frankly I hated to go +to the Talberts' with the news. Moreover, it would be a humiliating +confession to make that I had forgotten to ask Goward about the letter, +when everybody knew that that was what I had called upon him for, and +when I thought of all the various expressions in the very expressive +Talbert eyes that would fix themselves upon me as I mumbled out my +confession, I would have given much to be well out of it. Nevertheless, +since there was no avoiding the ordeal, I resolved to face the music, +and five minutes later entered the dining-room at my father-in-law's +house with as stiff an upper lip as I could summon to my aid in +the brief time at my disposal. They were all seated at the table +already--supper is not a movable feast in that well-regulated +establishment--save Aunt Elizabeth. Her place was vacant. + +“Sorry to be late,” said I, after respectfully saluting my +mother-in-law, “but I couldn't help it. Things turned up at the last +minute and they had to be attended to. Where's Aunt Elizabeth?” + +“She went to New York,” said my mother-in-law, “on the 5.40 train.” + + + + +VII. THE MARRIED SON, by Henry James + +It's evidently a great thing in life to have got hold of a convenient +expression, and a sign of our inordinate habit of living by words. I +have sometimes flattered myself that I live less exclusively by them +than the people about me; paying with them, paying with them only, as +the phrase is (there I am at it, exactly, again!) rather less than my +companions, who, with the exception, perhaps, a little--sometimes!--of +poor Mother, succeed by their aid in keeping away from every truth, in +ignoring every reality, as comfortably as possible. Poor Mother, who is +worth all the rest of us put together, and is really worth two or three +of poor Father, deadly decent as I admit poor Father mainly to be, +sometimes meets me with a look, in some connection, suggesting that, +deep within, she dimly understands, and would really understand a +little better if she weren't afraid to: for, like all of us, she lives +surrounded by the black forest of the “facts of life” very much as +the people in the heart of Africa live in their dense wilderness of +nocturnal terrors, the mysteries and monstrosities that make them seal +themselves up in the huts as soon as it gets dark. She, quite exquisite +little Mother, would often understand, I believe, if she dared, if she +knew how to dare; and the vague, dumb interchange then taking place +between us, and from the silence of which we have never for an instant +deviated, represents perhaps her wonder as to whether I mayn't on some +great occasion show her how. + +The difficulty is that, alas, mere intelligent useless wretch as I am, +I've never hitherto been sure of knowing how myself; for am I too not as +steeped in fears as any of them? My fears, mostly, are different, and of +different dangers--also I hate having them, whereas they love them +and hug them to their hearts; but the fact remains that, save in this +private precinct of my overflow, which contains, under a strong little +brass lock, several bad words and many good resolutions, I have never +either said or done a bold thing in my life. What I seem always to feel, +doubtless cravenly enough, under her almost pathetic appeal, has been +that it isn't yet the occasion, the really good and right one, for +breaking out; than which nothing could more resemble of course the +inveterate argument of the helpless. ANY occasion is good enough for the +helpful; since there's never any that hasn't weak sides for their own +strength to make up. However, if there COULD be conceivably a good one, +I'll be hanged if I don't seem to see it gather now, and if I sha'n't +write myself here “poor” Charles Edward in all truth by failing to take +advantage of it, (They have in fact, I should note, one superiority +of courage to my own: this habit of their so constantly casting up my +poverty at me--poverty of character, of course I mean, for they don't, +to do them justice, taunt me with having “made” so little. They don't, +I admit, take their lives in their hands when they perform that act; the +proposition itself being that I haven't the spirit of a fished-out fly.) + +My point is, at any rate, that I designate THEM as Poor only in the +abysmal confidence of these occult pages: into which I really believe +even my poor wife--for it's universal!--has never succeeded in +peeping. It will be a shock to me if I some day find she has so far +adventured--and this not on account of the curiosity felt or the liberty +taken, but on account of her having successfully disguised it. She knows +I keep an intermittent diary--I've confessed to her it's the way +in which I work things in general, my feelings and impatiences and +difficulties, off. It's the way I work off my nerves--that luxury in +which poor Charles Edward's natural narrow means--narrow so far as ever +acknowledged--don't permit him to indulge. No one for a moment suspects +I have any nerves, and least of all what they themselves do to them; no +one, that is, but poor little Mother again--who, however, again, in her +way, all timorously and tenderly, has never mentioned it: any more than +she has ever mentioned her own, which she would think quite indecent. +This is precisely one of the things that, while it passes between us as +a mute assurance, makes me feel myself more than the others verily HER +child: more even than poor little Peg at the present strained juncture. + +But what I was going to say above all is that I don't care that poor +Lorraine--since that's my wife's inimitable name, which I feel every +time I write it I must apologize even to myself for!--should quite +discover the moments at which, first and last, I've worked HER off. Yet +I've made no secret of my cultivating it as a resource that helps me +to hold out; this idea of our “holding out,” separately and together, +having become for us--and quite comically, as I see--the very basis of +life. What does it mean, and how and why and to what end are we holding? +I ask myself that even while I feel how much we achieve even by just +hugging each other over the general intensity of it. This is what I have +in mind as to our living to that extent by the vain phrase; as to our +really from time to time winding ourselves up by the use of it, and +winding each other. What should we do if we didn't hold out, and of +what romantic, dramatic, or simply perhaps quite prosaic, collapse would +giving in, in contradistinction, consist for us? We haven't in the least +formulated that--though it perhaps may but be one of the thousand things +we are afraid of. + +At any rate we don't, I think, ever so much as ask ourselves, and much +less each other: we're so quite sufficiently sustained and inflamed by +the sense that we're just doing it, and that in the sublime effort +our union is our strength. There must be something in it, for the more +intense we make the consciousness--and haven't we brought it to as fine +a point as our frequently triumphant partnership at bridge?--the more it +positively does support us. Poor Lorraine doesn't really at all need to +understand in order to believe; she believes that, failing our exquisite +and intimate combined effort of resistance, we should be capable +together of something--well, “desperate.” It's in fact in this beautiful +desperation that we spend our days, that we face the pretty grim +prospect of new ones, that we go and come and talk and pretend, that we +consort, so far as in our deep-dyed hypocrisy we do consort, with the +rest of the Family, that we have Sunday supper with the Parents and +emerge, modestly yet virtuously shining, from the ordeal; that we put in +our daily appearance at the Works--for a utility nowadays so vague that +I'm fully aware (Lorraine isn't so much) of the deep amusement I excite +there, though I also recognize how wonderfully, how quite charitably, +they manage not to break out with it: bless, for the most part, their +dear simple hearts! It is in this privately exalted way that we bear +in short the burden of our obloquy, our failure, our resignation, our +sacrifice of what we should have liked, even if it be a matter we scarce +dare to so much as name to each other; and above all of our insufferable +reputation for an abject meekness. We're really not meek a bit--we're +secretly quite ferocious; but we're held to be ashamed of ourselves +not only for our proved business incompetence, but for our lack of +first-rate artistic power as well: it being now definitely on record +that we've never yet designed a single type of ice-pitcher--since that's +the damnable form Father's production more and more runs to; his uncanny +ideal is to turn out more ice-pitchers than any firm in the world--that +has “taken” with their awful public. We've tried again and again to +strike off something hideous enough, but it has always in these cases +appeared to us quite beautiful compared to the object finally turned +out, on their improved lines, for the unspeakable market; so that we've +only been able to be publicly rueful and depressed about it, and to +plead practically, in extenuation of all the extra trouble we saddle +them with, that such things are, alas, the worst we can do. + +We so far succeed in our plea that we're held at least to sit, as I +say, in contrition, and to understand how little, when it comes to a +reckoning, we really pay our way. This actually passes, I think for the +main basis of our humility, as it's certainly the basis of what I feel +to be poor Mother's unuttered yearning. It almost broke her heart that +we SHOULD have to live in such shame--she has only got so far as that +yet. But it's a beginning; and I seem to make out that if I don't spoil +it by any wrong word, if I don't in fact break the spell by any wrong +breath, she'll probably come on further. It will glimmer upon her--some +day when she looks at me in her uncomfortable bewildered tenderness, and +I almost hypnotize her by just smiling inscrutably back--that she isn't +getting all the moral benefit she somehow ought out of my being so +pathetically wrong; and then she'll begin to wonder and wonder, all to +herself, if there mayn't be something to be said for me. She has limped +along, in her more or less dissimulated pain, on this apparently firm +ground that I'm so wrong that nothing will do for either of us but a +sweet, solemn, tactful agreement between us never to mention it. It +falls in so richly with all the other things, all the “real” things, we +never mention. + +Well, it's doubtless an odd fact to be setting down even here; but I +SHALL be sorry for her on the day when her glimmer, as I have called it, +broadens--when it breaks on her that if I'm as wrong as this comes to, +why the others must be actively and absolutely right. She has never had +to take it quite THAT way--so women, even mothers, wondrously get +on; and heaven help her, as I say, when she shall. She'll be +immense--“tactfully” immense, with Father about it--she'll manage that, +for herself and for him, all right; but where the iron will enter into +her will be at the thought of her having for so long given raison, as +they say in Paris--or as poor Lorraine at least says they say--to a +couple like Maria and Tom Price. It comes over her that she has taken +it largely from THEM (and she HAS) that we're living in immorality, +Lorraine and I: ah THEN, poor dear little Mother--! Upon my word I +believe I'd go on lying low to this positive pitch of grovelling--and +Lorraine, charming, absurd creature, would back me up in it too--in +order precisely to save Mother such a revulsion. It will be really more +trouble than it will be worth to her; since it isn't as if our relation +weren't, of its kind, just as we are, about as “dear” as it can be. + +I'd literally much rather help her not to see than to see; I'd much +rather help her to get on with the others (yes, even including poor +Father, the fine damp plaster of whose composition, renewed from week to +week, can't be touched anywhere without letting your finger in, without +peril of its coming to pieces) in the way easiest for her--if not +easiest TO her. She couldn't live with the others an hour--no, not with +one of them, unless with poor little Peg--save by accepting all their +premises, save by making in other words all the concessions and having +all the imagination. I ask from her nothing of this--I do the whole +thing with her, as she has to do it with them; and of this, au fond, as +Lorraine again says, she is ever so subtly aware--just as, FOR it, she's +ever so dumbly grateful. Let these notes stand at any rate for my fond +fancy of that, and write it here to my credit in letters as big and +black as the tearful alphabet of my childhood; let them do this even +if everything else registers meaner things. I'm perfectly willing to +recognize, as grovellingly as any one likes, that, as grown-up and as +married and as preoccupied and as disillusioned, or at least as battered +and seasoned (by adversity) as possible, I'm in respect to HER as +achingly filial and as feelingly dependent, all the time, as when I +used, in the far-off years, to wake up, a small blubbering idiot, from +frightening dreams, and refuse to go to sleep again, in the dark, till I +clutched her hands or her dress and felt her bend over me. + +She used to protect me then from domestic derision--for she somehow +kept such passages quiet; but she can't (it's where HER ache comes in!) +protect me now from a more insidious kind. Well, now I don't care! +I feel it in Maria and Tom, constantly, who offer themselves as the +pattern of success in comparison with which poor Lorraine and I are +nowhere. I don't say they do it with malice prepense, or that they plot +against us to our ruin; the thing operates rather as an extraordinary +effect of their mere successful blatancy. They're blatant, truly, in +the superlative degree, and I call them successfully so for just this +reason, that poor Mother is to all appearance perfectly unaware of it. +Maria is the one member of all her circle that has got her really, not +only just ostensibly, into training; and it's a part of the general +irony of fate that neither she nor my terrible sister herself recognizes +the truth of this. The others, even to poor Father, think they +manage and manipulate her, and she can afford to let them think it, +ridiculously, since they don't come anywhere near it. She knows they +don't and is easy with them; playing over Father in especial with +finger-tips so lightly resting and yet so effectively tickling, that +he has never known at a given moment either where they were or, in the +least, what they were doing to him. That's enough for Mother, who keeps +by it the freedom other soul; yet whose fundamental humility comes out +in its being so hidden from her that her eldest daughter, to whom she +allows the benefit of every doubt, does damnably boss her. + +This is the one case in which she's not lucid; and, to make it perfect, +Maria, whose humility is neither fundamental nor superficial, but whose +avidity is both, comfortably cherishes, as a ground of complaint--nurses +in fact, beatifically, as a wrong--the belief that she's the one person +without influence. Influence?--why she has so much on ME that she +absolutely coerces me into making here these dark and dreadful remarks +about her! Let my record establish, in this fashion, that if I'm +a clinging son I'm, in that quarter, to make up for it, a detached +brother. Deadly virtuous and deadly hard and deadly charmless--also, +more than anything, deadly sure I--how does Maria fit on, by +consanguinity, to such amiable characters, such REAL social values, +as Mother and me at all? If that question ceases to matter, sometimes, +during the week, it flares up, on the other hand, at Sunday supper, +down the street, where Tom and his wife, overwhelmingly cheerful +and facetious, contrast so favorably with poor gentle sickly (as we +doubtless appear) Lorraine and me. We can't meet them--that is I can't +meet Tom--on that ground, the furious football-field to which he reduces +conversation, making it echo as with the roar of the arena--one little +bit. + +Of course, with such deep diversity of feeling, we simply loathe each +other, he and I; but the sad thing is that we get no good of it, none +of the TRUE joy of life, the joy of our passions and perceptions and +desires, by reason of our awful predetermined geniality and the strange +abysmal necessity of our having so eternally to put up with each other. +If we could intermit that vain superstition somehow, for about three +minutes, I often think the air might clear (as by the scramble of the +game of General Post, or whatever they call it) and we should all get +out of our wrong corners and find ourselves in our right, glaring from +these positions a happy and natural defiance. Then I shouldn't be thus +nominally and pretendedly (it's too ignoble!) on the same side or in +the same air as my brother-in-law; whose value is that he has thirty +“business ideas” a day, while I shall never have had the thirtieth +fraction of one in my whole life. He just hums, Tom Price, with business +ideas, whereas I just gape with the impossibility of them; he moves in +the densest we carry our heads here on August evenings, each with its +own thick nimbus of mosquitoes. I'm but too conscious of how, on the +other hand, I'm desolately outlined to all eyes, in an air as pure and +empty as that of a fine Polar sunset. + +It was Lorraine, dear quaint thing, who some time ago made the remark +(on our leaving one of those weekly banquets at which we figure +positively as a pair of social skeletons) that Tom's facetae multiply, +evidently, in direct proportion to his wealth of business ideas; so that +whenever he's enormously funny we may take it that he's “on” something +tremendous. He's sprightly in proportion as he's in earnest, and +innocent in proportion as he's going to be dangerous; dangerous, I mean, +to the competitor and the victim. Indeed when I reflect that his jokes +are probably each going to cost certain people, wretched helpless people +like myself, hundreds and thousands of dollars, their abundant flow +affects me as one of the most lurid of exhibitions. I've sometimes +rather wondered that Father can stand so much of him. Father who has +after all a sharp nerve or two in him, like a razor gone astray in a +valise of thick Jager underclothing; though of course Maria, pulling +with Tom shoulder to shoulder, would like to see any one NOT stand her +husband. + +The explanation has struck me as, mostly, that business genial and +cheerful and even obstreperous, without detriment to its BEING business, +has been poor Father's ideal for his own terrible kind. This ideal is, +further, that his home-life shall attest that prosperity. I think it +has even been his conception that our family tone shall by its sweet +innocence fairly register the pace at which the Works keep ahead: so +that he has the pleasure of feeling us as funny and slangy here as +people can only be who have had the best of the bargains other people +are having occasion to rue. We of course don't know--that is Mother and +Grandmamma don't, in any definite way (any more than I do, thanks to +my careful stupidity) how exceeding small some of the material is +consciously ground in the great grim, thrifty mill of industrial +success; and indeed we grow about as many cheap illusions and easy +comforts in the faintly fenced garden of our little life as could very +well be crammed into the space. + +Poor Grandmamma--since I've mentioned her--appears to me always the aged +wan Flora of our paradise; the presiding divinity, seated in the centre, +under whose pious traditions, REALLY quite dim and outlived, our fond +sacrifices are offered. Queer enough the superstition that Granny is +a very solid and strenuous and rather grim person, with a capacity for +facing the world, that we, a relaxed generation, have weakly lost. +She knows as much about the world as a tin jelly-mould knows about the +dinner, and is the oddest mixture of brooding anxieties over things that +don't in the least matter and of bland failure to suspect things that +intensely do. She lives in short in a weird little waste of words--over +the moral earnestness we none of us cultivate; yet hasn't a notion +of any effective earnestness herself except on the subject of empty +bottles, which have, it would appear, noble neglected uses. At this time +of day it doesn't matter, but if there could have been dropped into her +empty bottles, at an earlier stage, something to strengthen a little any +wine of life they were likely to contain, she wouldn't have figured so +as the head and front of all our sentimentality. + +I judge it, for that matter, a proof of our flat “modernity” in this +order that the scant starch holding her together is felt to give her +among us this antique and austere consistency. I don't talk things +over with Lorraine for nothing, and she does keep for me the flashes of +perception we neither of us waste on the others. It's the “antiquity +of the age of crinoline,” she said the other day a propos of a little +carte-de-visite photograph of my ancestress as a young woman of the time +of the War; looking as if she had been violently inflated from below, +but had succeeded in resisting at any cost, and with a strange intensity +of expression, from her waist up. Mother, however, I must say, is as +wonderful about her as about everything else, and arranges herself, +exactly, to appear a mere contemporary illustration (being all the while +three times the true picture) in order that her parent shall have the +importance of the Family Portrait. I don't mean of course that she has +told me so; but she cannot see that if she hasn't that importance Granny +has none other; and it's therefore as if she pretended she had a ruff, +a stomacher, a farthingale and all the rest--grand old angles and +eccentricities and fine absurdities: the hard white face, if necessary, +of one who has seen witches burned. + +She hasn't any more than any one else among us a gleam of fine +absurdity: that's a product that seems unable, for the life of it, and +though so indispensable (say) for literary material, to grow here; but, +exquisitely determined she shall have Character lest she perish--while +it's assumed we still need her--Mother makes it up for her, with a turn +of the hand, out of bits left over from her own, far from economically +as her own was originally planned; scraps of spiritual silk and velvet +that no one takes notice of missing. And Granny, as in the dignity of +her legend, imposes, ridiculous old woman, on every one--Granny passes +for one of the finest old figures in the place, while Mother is never +discovered. So is history always written, and so is truth mostly +worshipped. There's indeed one thing, I'll do her the justice to say, as +to which she has a glimmer of vision--as to which she had it a couple of +years ago; I was thoroughly with her in her deprecation of the idea that +Peggy should be sent, to crown her culture, to that horrid co-educative +college from which the poor child returned the other day so +preposterously engaged to be married; and, if she had only been a little +more actively with me we might perhaps between us have done something +about it. But she has a way of deprecating with her long, knobby, +mittened hand over her mouth, and of looking at the same time, in a +mysterious manner, down into one of the angles of the room--it reduces +her protest to a feebleness: she's incapable of seeing in it herself +more than a fraction of what it has for her, and really thinks it would +be wicked and abandoned, would savor of Criticism, which is the cardinal +sin with her, to see all, or to follow any premise to it in the right +direction. + +Still, there was the happy chance, at the time the question came up, +that she had retained, on the subject of promiscuous colleges, the +mistrust of the age of crinoline: as to which in fact that little old +photograph, with its balloon petticoat and its astonishingly flat, +stiff “torso,” might have imaged some failure of the attempt to blow the +heresy into her. The true inwardness of the history, at the crisis, was +that our fell Maria had made up her mind that Peg should go--and that, +as I have noted, the thing our fell Maria makes up her mind to among us +is in nine cases out of ten the thing that is done. Maria still takes, +in spite of her partial removal to a wider sphere, the most insidious +interest in us, and the beauty of her affectionate concern for the +welfare of her younger sisters is the theme of every tongue. She +observed to Lorraine, in a moment of rare expansion, more than a year +ago, that she had got their two futures perfectly fixed, and that as +Peggy appeared to have “some mind,” though how much she wasn't yet sure, +it should be developed, what there was of it, on the highest modern +lines: Peggy would never be thought generally, that is physically, +attractive anyway. She would see about Alice, the brat, later on, though +meantime she had her idea--the idea that Alice was really going to have +the looks and would at a given moment break out into beauty: in which +event she should be run for that, and for all it might be worth, and +she, Maria, would be ready to take the contract. + +This is the kind of patronage of us that passes, I believe, among her +more particular intimates, for “so sweet” of her; it being of course +Maria all over to think herself subtle for just reversing, with a +“There--see how original I am?” any benighted conviction usually +entertained. I don't know that any one has ever thought Alice, the brat, +intellectual; but certainly no one has ever judged her even potentially +handsome, in the light of no matter which of those staggering +girl-processes that suddenly produce features, in flat faces, and +“figure,” in the void of space, as a conjurer pulls rabbits out of a +sheet of paper and yards of ribbon out of nothing. Moreover, if any one +SHOULD know, Lorraine and I, with our trained sense for form and for +“values,” certainly would. However, it doesn't matter; the whole thing +being but a bit of Maria's system of bluffing in order to boss. Peggy +hasn't more than the brain, in proportion to the rest of her, of a +small swelling dove on a window-sill; but she's extremely pretty and +absolutely nice, a little rounded pink-billed presence that pecks up +gratefully any grain of appreciation. + +I said to Mother, I remember, at the time--I took that plunge: “I hope +to goodness you're not going to pitch that defenceless child into any +such bear garden!” and she replied that to make a bear-garden you first +had to have bears, and she didn't suppose the co-educative young men +could be so described. “Well then,” said I, “would you rather I should +call them donkeys, or even monkeys? What I mean is that the poor girl--a +perfect little DECORATIVE person, who ought to have iridescent-gray +plumage and pink-shod feet to match the rest of her--shouldn't be thrust +into any general menagerie-cage, but be kept for the dovecote and the +garden, kept where we may still hear her coo. That's what, at college, +they'll make her unlearn; she'll learn to roar and snarl with the other +animals. Think of the vocal sounds with which she may come back to us!” + Mother appeared to think, but asked me, after a moment, as a result +of it, in which of the cages of the New York Art League menagerie, and +among what sort of sounds, I had found Lorraine--who was a product of +co-education if there ever had been one, just as our marriage itself had +been such a product. + +I replied to this--well, what I could easily reply; but I asked, I +recollect, in the very forefront, if she were sending Peg to college +to get married. She declared it was the last thing she was in a hurry +about, and that she believed there was no danger, but her great argument +let the cat out of the bag. “Maria feels the want of it--of a college +education; she feels it would have given her more confidence”; and I +shall in fact never forget the little look of strange supplication that +she gave me with these words. What it meant was: “Now don't ask me to +go into the question, for the moment, any further: it's in the acute +stage--and you know how soon Maria can BRING a question to a head. She +has settled it with your Father--in other words has settled it FOR him: +settled it in the sense that we didn't give HER, at the right time, +the advantage she ought to have had. It would have given her +confidence--from the want of which, acquired at that age, she feels +she so suffers; and your Father thinks it fine of her to urge that her +little sister shall profit by her warning. Nothing works on him, you +know, so much as to hear it hinted that we've failed of our duty to any +of you; and you can see how it must work when he can be persuaded that +Maria--!” + +“Hasn't colossal cheek?”--I took the words out of her mouth. “With +such colossal cheek what NEED have you of confidence, which is such an +inferior form--?” + +The long and short was of course that Peggy went; believing on her +side, poor dear, that it might for future relations give her the pull +of Maria. This represents, really, I think, the one spark of guile in +Peggy's breast: the smart of a small grievance suffered at her sister's +hands in the dim long-ago. Maria slapped her face, or ate up her +chocolates, or smeared her copy-book, or something of that sort; and the +sound of the slap still reverberates in Peg's consciousness, the missed +sweetness still haunts her palate, the smutch of the fair page (Peg +writes an immaculate little hand and Maria a wretched one--the only +thing she can't swagger about) still affronts her sight. Maria also, to +do her justice, has a vague hankering, under which she has always been +restive, to make up for the outrage; and the form the compunction now +takes is to get her away. It's one of the facts of our situation all +round, I may thus add, that every one wants to get some one else away, +and that there are indeed one or two of us upon whom, to that end, could +the conspiracy only be occult enough--which it can never!--all the rest +would effectively concentrate. + +Father would like to shunt Granny--it IS monstrous his having his +mother-in-law a fixture under his roof; though, after all, I'm not sure +this patience doesn't rank for him as one of those domestic genialities +that allow his conscience a bolder and tighter business hand; a curious +service, this sort of thing, I note, rendered to the business conscience +throughout our community. Mother, at any rate, and small blame to +her, would like to “shoo” off Eliza, as Lorraine and I, in our deepest +privacy, call Aunt Elizabeth; the Tom Prices would like to extirpate US, +of course; we would give our most immediate jewel to clear the sky of +the Tom Prices; und so weiter. And I think we should really all band +together, for once in our lives, in an unnatural alliance to get rid of +Eliza. The beauty as to THIS is, moreover, that I make out the rich +if dim, dawn of that last-named possibility (which I've been secretly +invoking, all this year, for poor Mother's sake); and as the act of mine +own right hand, moreover, without other human help. But of that anon; +the IMMEDIATELY striking thing being meanwhile again the strange +stultification of the passions in us, which prevents anything ever from +coming to an admitted and avowed head. + +Maria can be trusted, as I have said, to bring on the small crisis, +every time; but she's as afraid as any one else of the great one, and +she's moreover, I write it with rapture, afraid of Eliza. Eliza is +the one person in our whole community she does fear--and for reasons I +perfectly grasp; to which moreover, this extraordinary oddity attaches, +that I positively feel I don't fear Eliza in the least (and in fact +promise myself before long to show it) and yet don't at all avail by +that show of my indifference to danger to inspire my sister with the +least terror in respect to myself. It's very funny, the DEGREE of +her dread of Eliza, who affects her, evidently, as a person of lurid +“worldly” possibilities--the one innocent light in which poor Maria +wears for me what Lorraine calls a weird pathos; and perhaps, after all, +on the day I shall have justified my futile passage across this agitated +scene, and my questionable utility here below every way, by converting +our aunt's lively presence into a lively absence, it may come over +her that I AM to be recognized. I in fact dream at times, with high +intensity, that I see the Prices some day quite turn pale as they look +at each other and find themselves taking me in. + +I've made up my mind at any rate that poor Mother shall within the +year be relieved in one way or another of her constant liability to +her sister-in-law's visitations. It isn't to be endured that her house +should be so little her own house as I've known Granny and Eliza, +between them, though after a different fashion, succeed in making it +appear; and yet the action to take will, I perfectly see, never by any +possibility come from poor Father. He accepts his sister's perpetual +re-arrivals, under the law of her own convenience, with a broad-backed +serenity which I find distinctly irritating (if I may use the impious +expression) and which makes me ask myself how he sees poor Mother's +“position” at all. The truth is poor Father never does “see” anything +of that sort, in the sense of conceiving it in its relations; he doesn't +know, I guess, but what the prowling Eliza HAS a position (since this is +a superstition that I observe even my acute little Lorraine can't quite +shake off). He takes refuge about it, as about everything, truly, in the +cheerful vagueness of that general consciousness on which I have already +touched: he likes to come home from the Works every day to see how +good he really is, after all--and it's what poor Mother thus has to +demonstrate for him by translating his benevolence, translating it to +himself and to others, into “housekeeping.” If he were only good to HER +he mightn't be good enough; but the more we pig together round about him +the more blandly patriarchal we make him feel. + +Eliza meanwhile, at any rate, is spoiling for a dose--if ever a woman +required one; and I seem already to feel in the air the gathering +elements of the occasion that awaits me for administering it. All of +which it is a comfort somehow to maunder away on here. As I read over +what I have written the aspects of our situation multiply so in fact +that I note again how one has only to look at any human thing very +straight (that is with the minimum of intelligence) to see it shine out +in as many aspects as the hues of the prism; or place itself, in other +words, in relations that positively stop nowhere. I've often thought I +should like some day to write a novel; but what would become of me in +that case--delivered over, I mean, before my subject, to my extravagant +sense that everything is a part of something else? When you paint a +picture with a brush and pigments, that is on a single plane, it can +stop at your gilt frame; but when you paint one with a pen and words, +that is in ALL the dimensions, how are you to stop? Of course, as +Lorraine says, “Stopping, that's art; and what are we artists like, +my dear, but those drivers of trolley-cars, in New York, who, by some +divine instinct, recognize in the forest of pillars and posts the +white-striped columns at which they may pull up? Yes, we're drivers of +trolley-cars charged with electric force and prepared to go any distance +from which the consideration of a probable smash ahead doesn't deter +us.” + +That consideration deters me doubtless even a little here--in spite of +my seeing the track, to the next bend, so temptingly clear. I should +like to note for instance, for my own satisfaction (though no fellow, +thank God, was ever less a prey to the ignoble fear of inconsistency) +that poor Mother's impugnment of my acquisition of Lorraine didn't in +the least disconcert me. I did pick Lorraine--then a little bleating +stray lamb collared with a blue ribbon and a tinkling silver bell--out +of our New York bear-garden; but it interests me awfully to recognize +that, whereas the kind of association is one I hate for my small +Philistine sister, who probably has the makings of a nice, dull, +dressed, amiable, insignificant woman, I recognize it perfectly as +Lorraine's native element and my own; or at least don't at all mind her +having been dipped in it. It has tempered and plated us for the rest of +life, and to an effect different enough from the awful metallic wash of +our Company's admired ice-pitchers. We artists are at the best children +of despair--a certain divine despair, as Lorraine naturally says; and +what jollier place for laying it in abundantly than the Art League? As +for Peg, however, I won't hear of her having anything to do with this; +she shall despair of nothing worse than the “hang” of her skirt or the +moderation other hat--and not often, if I can help her, even of those. + +That small vow I'm glad to register here: it helps somehow, at the +juncture I seem to feel rapidly approaching, to do the indispensable +thing Lorraine is always talking about--to define my position. She's +always insisting that we've never sufficiently defined it--as if I've +ever for a moment pretended we have! We've REfined it, to the last +intensity--and of course, now, shall have to do so still more; which +will leave them all even more bewildered than the boldest definition +would have done. But that's quite a different thing. The furthest we +have gone in the way of definition--unless indeed this too belongs but +to our invincible tendency to refine--is by the happy rule we've made +that Lorraine shall walk with me every morning to the Works, and I shall +find her there when I come out to walk home with me. I see, on reading +over, that this is what I meant by “our” in speaking above of our little +daily heroism in that direction. The heroism is easier, and becomes +quite sweet, I find, when she comes so far on the way with me and when +we linger outside for a little more last talk before I go in. + +It's the drollest thing in the world, and really the most precious +note of the mystic influence known in the place as “the force of public +opinion”--which is in other words but the incubus of small domestic +conformity; I really believe there's nothing we do, or don't do, that +excites in the bosom of our circle a subtler sense that we're “au fond” + uncanny. And it's amusing to think that this is our sole tiny touch of +independence! That she should come forth with me at those hours, that +she should hang about with me, and that we should have last (and, when +she meets me again, first) small sweet things to say to each other, as +if we were figures in a chromo or a tableau vwant keeping our tryst at a +stile--no, this, quite inexplicably, transcends their scheme and baffles +their imagination. They can't conceive how or why Lorraine gets out, or +should wish to, at such hours; there's a feeling that she must violate +every domestic duty to do it; yes, at bottom, really, the act wears for +them, I discern, an insidious immorality, and it wouldn't take much to +bring “public opinion” down on us in some scandalized way. + +The funniest thing of all, moreover, is that that effect resides largely +in our being husband and wife--it would be absent, wholly, if we were +engaged or lovers; a publicly parading gentleman friend and lady friend. +What is it we CAN have to say to each other, in that exclusive manner, +so particularly, so frequently, so flagrantly, and as if we hadn't +chances enough at home? I see it's a thing Mother might accidentally do +with Father, or Maria with Tom Price; but I can imagine the shouts of +hilarity, the resounding public comedy, with which Tom and Maria would +separate; and also how scantly poor little Mother would permit herself +with poor big Father any appearance of a grave leave-taking. I've quite +expected her--yes, literally poor little Mother herself--to ask me, +a bit anxiously, any time these six months, what it is that at such +extraordinary moments passes between us. So much, at any rate, for the +truth of this cluster of documentary impressions, to which there may +some day attach the value as of a direct contemporary record of strange +and remote things, so much I here super-add; and verily with regret, as +well, on behalf of my picture, for two or three other touches from which +I must forbear. + +There has lately turned up, on our scene, one person with whom, doors +and windows closed, curtains drawn, secrecy sworn, the whole town asleep +and something amber-colored a-brewing--there has recently joined us one +person, I say, with whom we might really pass the time of day, to whom +we might, after due deliberation, tip the wink. I allude to the Parents' +new neighbor, the odd fellow Temple, who, for reasons mysterious and +which his ostensible undertaking of the native newspaper don't at all +make plausible, has elected, as they say, fondly to sojourn among us. A +journalist, a rolling stone, a man who has seen other life, how can one +not suspect him of some deeper game than he avows--some such studious, +surreptitious, “sociological” intent as alone, it would seem, could +sustain him through the practice of leaning on his fence at eventide +to converse for long periods with poor Father? Poor Father indeed, if a +real remorseless sociologist were once to get well hold of him! Lorraine +freely maintains that there's more in the Temples than meets the eye; +that they're up to something, at least that HE is, that he kind of feels +us in the air, just as we feel him, and that he would sort of reach out +to us, by the same token, if we would in any way give the first sign. +This, however, Lorraine contends, his wife won't let him do; his wife, +according to mine, is quite a different proposition (much more REALLY +hatted and gloved, she notes, than any one here, even than the belted +and trinketed Eliza) and with a conviction of her own as to what +their stay is going to amount to. On the basis of Lorraine's similar +conviction about ours it would seem then that we ought to meet for an +esoteric revel; yet somehow it doesn't come off. Sometimes I think I'm +quite wrong and that he can't really be a child of light: we should in +this case either have seen him collapse or have discovered what inwardly +sustains him. We ARE ourselves inwardly collapsing--there's no doubt of +that: in spite of the central fires, as Lorraine says somebody in Boston +used to say somebody said, from which we're fed. From what central fires +is Temple nourished? I give it up; for, on the point, again and again, +of desperately stopping him in the street to ask him, I recoil as often +in terror. He may be only plotting to MAKE me do it--so that he may give +me away in his paper! + +“Remember, he's a mere little frisking prize ass; stick to that, cling +to it, make it your answer to everything: it's all you now know and all +you need to know, and you'll be as firm on it as on a rock!” This +is what I said to poor Peg, on the subject of Harry Goward, before I +started, in the glorious impulse of the moment, five nights ago, for New +York; and, with no moment now to spare, yet wishing not to lose my +small silver clue, I just put it here for one of the white pebbles, or +whatever they were, that Hop o' my Thumb, carried off to the forest, +dropped, as he went, to know his way back. I was carried off the other +evening in a whirlwind, which has not even yet quite gone down, though +I am now at home and recovering my breath; and it will interest me +vividly, when I have more freedom of mind, to live over again these +strange, these wild successions. But a few rude notes, and only of the +first few hours of my adventure, must for the present suffice. The mot, +of the whole thing, as Lorraine calls it, was that at last, in a flash, +we recognized what we had so long been wondering about--what supreme +advantage we've been, all this latter time in particular, “holding out” + for. + +Lorraine had put it once again in her happy way only a few weeks +previous; we were “saving up,” she said--and not meaning at all our +poor scant dollars and cents, though we've also kept hold of some of +THEM--for an exercise of strength and a show of character that would +make us of a sudden some unmistakable sign. We should just meet it +rounding a corner as with the rush of an automobile--a chariot of fire +that would stop but long enough to take us in, when we should know it +immediately for the vehicle of our fate. That conviction had somehow +been with us, and I had really heard our hour begin to strike on Peg's +coming back to us from her co-educative adventure so preposterously +“engaged.” I didn't believe in it, in such a manner of becoming so, one +little bit, and I took on myself to hate the same; though that indeed +seemed the last thing to trouble any one else. Her turning up in such a +fashion with the whole thing settled before Father or Mother or Maria or +any of us had so much as heard of the young man, much less seen the +tip of his nose, had too much in common, for my taste, with the rude +betrothals of the people, with some maid-servant's announcement to her +employer that she has exchanged vows with the butcher-boy. + +I was indignant, quite artlessly indignant I fear, with the college +authorities, barbarously irresponsible, as it struck me; for when I +broke out about them to poor Mother she surprised me (though I confess +she had sometimes surprised me before), by her deep fatalism. “Oh, +I suppose they don't pretend not to take their students at the +young people's own risk: they can scarcely pretend to control their +affections!” she wonderfully said; she seemed almost shocked, moreover, +that I could impute either to Father or to herself any disposition to +control Peggy's. It was one of the few occasions of my life on which +I've suffered irritation from poor Mother; and yet I'm now not sure, +after all, that she wasn't again but at her old game (even then, for she +has certainly been so since) of protecting poor Father, by feigning a +like flaccidity, from the full appearance, not to say the full dishonor, +of his failure ever to meet a domestic responsibility. It came over +me that there would be absolutely nobody to meet this one, and my own +peculiar chance glimmered upon me therefore on the spot. I can't +retrace steps and stages; suffice it that my opportunity developed and +broadened, to my watching eyes, with each precipitated consequence of +the wretched youth's arrival. + +He proved, without delay, an infant in arms; an infant, either, +according to circumstances, crowing and kicking and clamoring for +sustenance, or wailing and choking and refusing even the bottle, to the +point even, as I've just seen in New York, of imminent convulsions. The +“arms” most appropriate to his case suddenly announced themselves, +in fine, to our general consternation, as Eliza's: but it was at this +unnatural vision that my heart indeed leaped up. I was beforehand even +with Lorraine; she was still gaping while, in three bold strokes, I +sketched to her our campaign. “I take command--the others are flat on +their backs. I save little pathetic Peg, even in spite of herself; +though her just resentment is really much greater than she dares, poor +mite, recognize (amazing scruple!). By which I mean I guard her against +a possible relapse. I save poor Mother--that is I rid her of the +deadly Eliza--forever and a day! Despised, rejected, misunderstood, I +nevertheless intervene, in its hour of dire need, as the good genius of +the family; and you, dear little quaint thing, I take advantage of the +precious psychological moment to whisk YOU off to Europe. We'll take +Peg with us for a year's true culture; she wants a year's true culture +pretty badly, but she doesn't, as it turns out, want Mr. Goward a +'speck.' And I'll do it all in my own way, before they can recover +breath; they'll recover it--if we but give them time--to bless our name; +but by that moment we shall have struck for freedom!” + +Well, then, my own way--it was “given me,” as Lorraine says--was, +taking the night express, without a word to any one but Peg, whom it was +charming, at the supreme hour, to feel glimmeringly, all-wonderingly, +with us: my own way, I say, was to go, the next morning, as soon as I +had breakfasted, to the address Lorraine had been able, by an +immense piece of luck, to suggest to me as a possible clue to Eliza's +whereabouts. “She'll either be with her friends the Chataways, in East +Seventy-third Street--she's always swaggering about the Chataways, who +by her account are tremendous 'smarts,' as she has told Lorraine the +right term is in London, leading a life that is a burden to them without +her; or else they'll know where she is. That's at least what I HOPE!” + said my wife with infinite feminine subtlety. The Chataways as a subject +of swagger presented themselves, even to my rustic vision, oddly; I may +be mistaken about New York “values,” but the grandeur of this connection +was brought home to me neither by the high lopsided stoop of its very, +very East Side setting, nor by the appearance of a terrible massive lady +who came to the door while I was in quite unproductive parley with an +unmistakably, a hopelessly mystified menial, an outlandish young woman +with a face of dark despair and an intelligence closed to any mere +indigenous appeal. I was to learn later in the day that she's a +Macedonian Christian whom the Chataways harbor against the cruel Turk in +return for domestic service; a romantic item that Eliza named to me in +rueful correction of the absence of several indeed that are apparently +prosaic enough. + +The powder on the massive lady's face indeed transcended, I rather +thought, the bounds of prose, did much to refer her to the realm of +fantasy, some fairy-land forlorn; an effect the more marked as the +wrapper she appeared hastily to have caught up, and which was somehow +both voluminous and tense (flowing like a cataract in some places, yet +in others exposing, or at least denning, the ample bed of the stream) +reminded me of the big cloth spread in a room when any mess is to +be made. She apologized when I said I had come to inquire for Miss +Talbert--mentioned (with play of a wonderfully fine fat hand) that she +herself was “just being manicured in the parlor”; but was evidently +surprised at my asking about Eliza, which plunged her into the +question--it suffused her extravagant blondness with a troubled light, +struggling there like a sunrise over snow--of whether she had better, +confessing to ignorance, relieve her curiosity or, pretending to +knowledge, baffle mine. But mine of course carried the day, for mine +showed it could wait, while hers couldn't; the final superiority of +women to men being in fact, I think, that we are more PATIENTLY curious. + +“Why, is she in the city?” + +“If she isn't, dear madam,” I replied, “she ought to be. She left +Eastridge last evening for parts unknown, and should have got here by +midnight.” Oh, how glad I was to let them both in as far as I possibly +could! And clearly now I had let Mrs. Chataway, if such she was, in very +far indeed. + +She stared, but then airily considered. “Oh, well--I guess she's +somewheres.” + +“I guess she is!” I replied. + +“She hasn't got here yet--she has so many friends in the city. But she +always wants US, and when she does come--!” With which my friend, now +so far relieved and agreeably smiling, rubbed together conspicuously the +pair of plump subjects of her “cure.” + +“You feel then,” I inquired, “that she will come?” + +“Oh, I guess she'll be round this afternoon. We wouldn't forgive her--!” + +“Ah, I'm afraid we MUST forgive her!” I was careful to declare. “But +I'll come back on the chance.” + +“Any message then?” + +“Yes, please say her nephew from Eastridge--!” + +“Oh, her nephew--!” + +“Her nephew. She'll understand. I'll come back,” I repeated. “But I've +got to find her!” + +And, as in the fever of my need, I turned and sped away. + +I roamed, I quite careered about, in those uptown streets, but +instinctively and confidently westward. I felt, I don't know why, +miraculously sure of some favoring chance and as if I were floating in +the current of success. I was on the way to our reward, I was positively +on the way to Paris, and New York itself, vast and glittering and +roaring, much noisier even than the Works at their noisiest, but with +its old rich thrill of the Art League days again in the air, was already +almost Paris for me--so that when I at last fidgeted into the Park, +where you get so beautifully away from the town, it was surely the next +thing to Europe, and in fact HAD to be, since it's the very antithesis +of Eastridge. I regularly revelled in that sense that Eliza couldn't +have done a better thing for us than just not be, that morning, where it +was supremely advisable she should have been. If she had had two grains +of sense she would have put in an appearance at the Chataways' with the +lark, or at least with the manicure, who seems there almost as early +stirring. Or rather, really, she would have reported herself as soon as +their train, that of the “guilty couple,” got in; no matter how late in +the evening. It was at any rate actually uplifting to realize that I had +got thus, in three minutes, the pull of her in regard to her great New +York friends. My eye, as Lorraine says, how she HAS, on all this ground +of those people, been piling it on! If Maria, who has so bowed her +head, gets any such glimpse of what her aunt has been making her bow it +to--well, I think I shall then entertain something of the human pity for +Eliza, that I found myself, while I walked about, fairly entertaining +for my sister. + +What were they, what ARE they, the Chataways, anyhow? I don't even yet +know, I confess; but now I don't want to--I don't care a hang, having +no further use for them whatever. But on one of the Park benches, in +the golden morning, the wonderment added, I remember, to my joy, for +we hadn't, Lorraine and I, been the least bit overwhelmed about them: +Lorraine only pretending a little, with her charming elfish art, that +she occasionally was, in order to see how far Eliza would go. Well, that +brilliant woman HAD gone pretty far for us, truly, if, after all, they +were only in the manicure line. She was a-doing of it, as Lorraine says, +my massive lady was, in the “parlor” where I don't suppose it's usually +done; and aren't there such places, precisely, AS Manicure Parlors, +where they do nothing else, or at least are supposed to? Oh, I do hope, +for the perfection of it, that this may be what Eliza has kept from +us! Otherwise, by all the gods, it's just a boarding-house: there was +exactly the smell in the hall, THE boarding-house smell, that pervaded +my old greasy haunt of the League days: that boiled atmosphere that +seems to belong at once, confusedly, to a domestic “wash” and to +inferior food--as if the former were perhaps being prepared in the +saucepan and the latter in the tubs. + +There also came back to me, I recollect, that note of Mrs. Chataway's +queer look at me on my saying I was Eliza's nephew--the droll effect of +her making on her side a discovery about ME. Yes, she made it, and as +against me, of course, against all of us, at sight of me; so that if +Eliza has bragged at Eastridge about New York, she has at least bragged +in New York about Eastridge. I didn't clearly, for Mrs. Chataway, come +up to the brag--or perhaps rather didn't come down to it: since I +dare say the poor lady's consternation meant simply that my aunt has +confessed to me but as an unconsidered trifle, a gifted child at +the most; or as young and handsome and dashing at the most, and not +as--well, as what I am. Whatever I am, in any case, and however awkward +a document as nephew to a girlish aunt, I believe I really tasted of the +joy of life in its highest intensity when, at the end of twenty +minutes of the Park, I suddenly saw my absurd presentiment of a miracle +justified. + +I could of course scarce believe my eyes when, at the turn of a quiet +alley, pulling up to gape, I recognized in a young man brooding on a +bench ten yards off the precious personality of Harry Goward! There +he languished alone, our feebler fugitive, handed over to me by a +mysterious fate and a well-nigh incredible hazard. There is certainly +but one place in all New York where the stricken deer may weep--or even, +for that matter, the hart ungalled play; the wonder of my coincidence +shrank a little, that is, before the fact that when young ardor or young +despair wishes to commune with immensity it can ONLY do so either in a +hall bedroom or in just this corner, practically, where I pounced on +my prey. To sit down, in short, you've GOT to sit there; there isn't +another square inch of the whole place over which you haven't got, as +everything shrieks at you, to step lively. Poor Goward, I could see at +a glance, wanted very much to sit down--looked indeed very much as if he +wanted never, NEVER again to get up. + +I hovered there--I couldn't help it, a bit gloatingly--before I pounced; +and yet even when he became aware of me, as he did in a minute, he +didn't shift his position by an inch, but only took me and my dreadful +meaning, with his wan stare, as a part of the strange burden of +his fate. He didn't seem even surprised to speak of; he had waked +up--premising his brief, bewildered delirium--to the sense that +something NATURAL must happen, and even to the fond hope that something +natural WOULD; and I was simply the form in which it was happening. +I came nearer, I stood before him; and he kept up at me the oddest +stare--which was plainly but the dumb yearning that I would explain, +explain! He wanted everything told him--but every single thing; as if, +after a tremendous fall, or some wild parabola through the air, the +effect of a violent explosion under his feet, he had landed at a vast +distance from his starting-point and required to know where he was. +Well, the charming thing was that this affected me as giving the very +sharpest point to the idea that, in asking myself how I should deal with +him, I had already so vividly entertained. + + + + +VIII. THE MARRIED DAUGHTER, By Elizabeth Stuart Phelps + +We start in life with the most preposterous of all human claims--that +one should be understood. We get bravely over that after awhile; but +not until the idea has been knocked out of us by the hardest. I used to +worry a good deal, myself, because nobody--distinctly not one person--in +our family understood me; that is, me in my relation to themselves; +nothing else, of course, mattered so much. But that was before I was +married. I think it was because Tom understood me from the very first +eye-beam, that I loved him enough to marry him and learn to understand +HIM. I always knew in my heart that he had the advantage of me in that +beautiful art: I suppose one might call it the soul-art. At all events, +it has been of the least possible consequence to me since I had Tom, +whether any one else in the world understood me or not. + +I suppose--in fact, I know--that it is this unfortunate affair of +Peggy's which has brought up all that old soreness to the surface of me. + +Nobody knows better than I that I have not been a popular member of this +family. But nobody knows as well as I how hard I have tried to do my +conscientious best by the whole of them, collectively and individually +considered. An older sister, if she have any consciousness of +responsibility at all, is, to my mind, not in an easy position. Her +extra years give her an extra sense. One might call it a sixth sense of +family anxiety which the younger children cannot share. She has, in a +way, the intelligence and forethought of a mother without a mother's +authority or privilege. + +When father had that typhoid and could not sleep--dear father! in his +normal condition he sleeps like a bag of corn-meal--who was there in all +the house to keep those boys quiet? Nobody but me. When they organized +a military company in our back yard directly under father's windows--two +drums, a fish-horn, a jews-harp, a fife, and three tin pans--was there +anybody but me to put a stop to it? It was on this occasion that the +pet name Moolymaria, afterward corrupted into Messymaria, and finally +evolved into Meddlymaria, became attached to me. To this day I do not +like to think how many cries I had over it. Then when Charles Edward +got into debt and nobody dared to tell father; and when Billy had the +measles and there wasn't a throat in the house to read to him four +hours a day except my unpopular throat; and when Charles Edward had that +quarrel over a girl with a squash-colored dress and cerise hair-ribbons; +or when Alice fell in love with an automobile, the chauffeur being +incidentally thrown in, and took to riding around the country with +him--who put a stop to it? Who was the only person in the family that +COULD put a stop to it? + +Then again--but what's the use? My very temperament I can see now (I +didn't see it when I lived at home) is in itself an unpopular one in +a family like ours. I forecast, I foresee, I provide, I plan--it is my +“natur' to.” I can't go sprawling through life. I must know where I am +to set my foot. Dear mother has no more sense of anxiety than a rice +pudding, and father is as cool as one of his own ice-pitchers. We all +know what Charles Edward is, and I didn't count grandmother and Aunt +Elizabeth. + +There has been my blunder. I ought to have counted Aunt Elizabeth. I +ought to have fathomed her. It never occurred to me that she was deep +enough to drop a plummet in. I, the burden-bearer, the caretaker, the +worrier; I, who am opprobriously called “the manager” in this family--I +have failed them at this critical point in their household history. I +did not foresee, I did not forecast, I did not worry, I did not manage. +It did not occur to me to manage after we had got Peggy safely graduated +and engaged, and now this dreadful thing has gaped beneath us like the +fissures at San Francisco or Kingston, and poor little Peggy has tumbled +into it. A teacupful of “management” might have prevented it; an ounce +of worry would have saved it all. I lacked that teacupful; I missed +that ounce. The veriest popular optimist could have done no worse. I am +smothered with my own stupidity. I have borne this humiliating condition +of things as long as I can. I propose to go over to that house and +take the helm in this emergency. I don't care whether I am popular or +unpopular for it. But something has got to be done for Peggy, and I am +going to do it. + + +I have been over and I have done it. I have taken the “management” of +the whole thing--not even discouraged by this unfortunate word. I own I +am rather raw to it. But the time has come when, though I bled beneath +it, I must act as if I didn't. At all events I must ACT.... I have +acted. I am going to New York by the early morning express--the 7.20. I +would go to-night-in fact, I really ought to go to-night. But Tom has a +supper “on” with some visitors to the Works. He won't be home till late, +and I can't go without seeing Tom. It would hurt his feelings, and that +is a thing no wife ought to do, and my kind of wife can't do. + +I found the house in its usual gelatinous condition. There wasn't +a back-bone in it, scarcely an ankle-joint to stand upon: plenty of +crying, but no thinking; a mush of talk, but no decision. To cap the +situation, Charles Edward has gone on to New York with a preposterous +conviction that HE can clear it up.... CHARLES EDWARD! If there is a +living member of the household--But never mind that. This circumstance +was enough for me, that's all. It brought out all the determination in +me, all the manager, if you choose to put it so. + +I shall go to New York myself and take the whole thing in hand. If I +needed anything to padlock my purpose those dozen words with Peggy would +have turned the key upon it. When I found that she wasn't crying; when +I got face to face with that soft, fine excitement in the eyes which a +girl wears when she has a love-affair, not stagnant, but in action--I +concluded at once that Peggy had her reservations and was keeping +something from me. On pretence of wanting a doughnut I got her into the +pantry and shut both doors. + +“Peggy,” I said, “what has Charles Edward gone to New York for? Do you +know?” + +Peggy wound a big doughnut spinning around her engagement finger and +made no reply. + +“If it has anything to do with you and Harry Goward, you must tell me, +Peggy. You must tell me instantly.” + +Peggy put a doughnut on her wedding finger and observed, with pained +perplexity, that it would not spin, but stuck. + +“What is Charles Edward up to?” I persisted. + +The opening rose-bud of Peggy's face took on a furtive expression, like +that of certain pansies, or some orchids I have seen. “He is going to +take me to Europe,” she admitted, removing both her doughnut rings. + +“YOU! To EUROPE!” + +“He and Lorraine. When this is blown by. They want to get me away.” + +“Away from what? Away from Harry Goward?” + +“Oh, I suppose so,” blubbered Peggy. + +She now began, in a perfectly normal manner, to mop her eyes with her +handkerchief. + +“Do you want to be got away from Harry Goward?” I demanded. + +“I never said I did,” sobbed Peggy. “I never said so, not one little +bit. But oh, Maria! Moolymaria! You can't think how dreadful it is to be +a girl, an engaged girl, and not know what to do!” + +Then and there an active idea--one with bones in it--raced and overtook +me, and I shot out: “Where is that letter?” + +“Mother has it,” replied Peggy. + +“Have you opened it?” + +“No.” + +“Has Aunt Elizabeth opened it?” + +“Oh no!” + +“Did Charlies Edward take it with him?” + +“I don't think he did. I will go ask mother.” + +“Go ask mother for that letter,” I commanded, “and bring it to me.” + +Peggy gave me one mutinous look, but the instinct of a younger sister +was in her and she obeyed me. She brought the letter. I have this +precious document in my pocket. I asked her if she would trust me to +find out to whom that letter was addressed. After some hesitation she +replied that she would. I reminded her that she was the only person in +the world who could give me this authority--which pleased her. I told +her that I should accept it as a solemn trust, and do my highest and +best with it for her sake. + +“Peggy,” I said, “this is not altogether a pleasant job for me, but +you are my little sister and I will take care of you. Kiss your old +Meddlymaria, Peggy.” She took down her sopping handkerchief and lifted +her warm, wet face. So I kissed Peggy. And I am going on the 7.20 +morning train. + + +It is now ten o'clock. My suit-case is packed, my ticket is bought, +but Tom has not come back, and the worst of it is he can't get back +to-night. He telephoned between courses at his dinner that he had +accepted an invitation to go home for the night with one of the men +they are dining. It seems he is a “person of importance”--there is a big +order behind the junket, and Tom has gone home with him to talk it over. +The ridiculous thing about it is that I forget where he was going. Of +course I could telephone to the hotel and find out, but men don't like +telephoning wives--at least, my man doesn't. It makes it rather hard, +going on this trip without kissing Tom good-bye. I had half made up my +mind to throw the whole thing over, but Peggy is pretty young; she has a +long life before her; there is a good deal at stake. So Tom and I kissed +by electricity, and he said that it was all right, and to go ahead, and +the other absurd thing about that is that Tom didn't ask me for my +New York address, and I forgot to tell him. We are like two asteroids +spinning through space, neither knowing the other's route or +destination. In point of fact, I shall register at “The Sphinx,” that +nice ladies' hotel where mere man is never admitted. + +I have always supposed that the Mrs. Chataway Aunt Elizabeth talks about +kept a boarding-house. I think Aunt Elizabeth rolls in upon her like a +spent wave between visits. I have no doubt that I shall be able to trace +Aunt Elizabeth by her weeds upon this beach. After that the rest is +easy. I must leave my address for Tom pinned up somewhere. Matilda's +mind wouldn't hold it if I stuck it through her brain with a hat-pin. I +think I will glue it to his library table, and I'll do it this minute to +make sure.... I have directed Matilda to give him chicken croquettes for +his luncheon, and I have written out the menu for every meal till I get +home. Poor Tom! He isn't used to eating alone. I wish I thought he would +mind it as much as I do. + + +Eleven o'clock.--I am obsessed with an idea, and I have yielded to it; +whether for good or ill, for wisdom or folly, remains to be proved. I +have telephoned Dr. Denbigh and suggested to him that he should go to +New York, too. Considered in any light but that of Peggy's welfare--But +I am not considering anything in any light but that of Peggy's welfare. +Dr. Denbigh used to have a little tendresse for Peggy--it was never +anything more, I am convinced. She is too young for him. A doctor sees +so many women; he grows critical, if not captious. Character goes for +more with him than with most men; looks go for less; and poor little +Peggy--who can deny?--up to this point in her development is chiefly +looks. + +I intimated to the doctor that my errand to New York was of an important +nature: that it concerned my younger sister; that my husband was, +unfortunately, out of town, and that I needed masculine advice. I am not +in the habit of flattering the doctor, and he swallowed this delicate +bait, as I thought he would. When I asked him if he didn't think he +needed a little vacation, if he didn't think he could get the old doctor +from Southwest Eastridge to take his practice for two days, he said he +didn't know but he could. The grippe epidemic had gone down, nothing +more strenuous than a few cases of measles stood in the way; in fact, +Eastridge at the present time, he averred, was lamentably healthy. +When he had committed himself so far as this, he hesitated, and very +seriously said: + +“Mrs. Price, you have never asked me to do a foolish thing, and I have +known you for a good many years. It is too late to come over and talk it +out with you. If you assure me that you consider your object in making +this request important I will go. We won't waste words about it. What +train do you take?” + + +I am not a person of divination or intuition. I think I have rather a +commonplace, careful, painstaking mind. But if ever I had an inspiration +in my life I think I have one now. Perhaps it is the novelty of it that +makes me confide in it with so little reflection. My inspiration, in a +word, is this: + +Aunt Elizabeth has reached the point where she is ready for a new man. I +know I don't understand her kind of woman by experience. I don't suppose +I do by sympathy. I have to reason her out. + +I have reasoned Aunt Elizabeth out to this conclusion: She always has +had, she always must have, she always will have, the admiration of some +man or men to engross her attention. She is an attractive woman; she +knows it; women admit it; and men feel it. I don't think Aunt Elizabeth +is a heartless person; not an irresponsible one, only an idle and +unhappy one. She lives on this intoxicant as other women might live on +tea or gossip, as a man would take his dram or his tobacco. She drinks +this wine because she is thirsty, and the plain, cool, spring-water of +life has grown stale to her. It is corked up in bottles like the water +sold in towns where the drinking-supply is low. It has ceased to be +palatable to her. + +My interpretation is, that there is no man on her horizon just now +except Harry Goward, and I won't do her the injustice to believe that +she wouldn't be thankful to be rid of him just for her own sake; to say +nothing of Peggy's. + +Aunt Elizabeth, I repeat, needs a new man. If Dr. Denbigh is willing to +fill this role for a few days (of course I must be perfectly frank with +him about it) the effect upon Harry Goward will be instantaneous. His +disillusion will be complete; his return to Peggy in a state of abject +humiliation will be assured. I mean, assuming that the fellow is capable +of manly feeling, and that Peggy has aroused it. That, of course, +remains for me to find out. + +How I am to fish Harry Goward out of the ocean of New York city doesn't +trouble me in the least. Given Aunt Elizabeth, he will complete the +equation. If Mrs. Chataway should fail me--But I won't suppose that Mrs. +Chataway will fail. I must be sure and explain to Tom about Dr. Denbigh. + + +“The Sphinx,” New York, 10 P.M.--I arrived--that is to say, we arrived +in this town at ten minutes past one o'clock, almost ten hours ago. Dr. +Denbigh has gone somewhere--and that reminds me that I forgot to ask him +where. I never thought of it until this minute, but it has just occurred +to me that it may be quite as well from an ignorant point of view that +“The Sphinx” excludes mere man from its portals. + +He was good to me on the train, very good indeed. I can't deny that he +flushed a little when I told him frankly what I wanted of him. At first +I thought that he was going to be angry. Then I saw the corners of his +mustache twitch. Then our sense of humor got the better of us, and then +I laughed, and then he laughed, and I felt that the crisis was passed. +I explained to him while we were in the Pullman car, as well as I could +without being overheard by a fat lady with three chins, and a girl with +a permit for a pet poodle, what it was that I wanted of him. I related +the story of Peggy's misfortune--in confidence, of course; and explained +the part he was expected to play--confidentially, of course; in fact, I +laid my plot before him from beginning to end. + +“If the boy doesn't love her, you see,” I suggested, “the sooner we +know it the better. She must break it off, if her heart is broken in the +process. If he does love her--my private opinion is he thinks he does--I +won't have Peggy's whole future wrecked by one of Aunt Elizabeth's +flirtations. The reef is too small for the catastrophe. I shall find +Aunt Elizabeth. Oh yes, I shall find Aunt Elizabeth! I have no more +doubt of that than I have that Matilda is putting too much onion in the +croquettes for Tom this blessed minute. If I find her I shall find the +boy; but what good is that going to do me, if I find either of them or +both of them, if we can't disillusionize the boy?” + +“In a word,” interrupted the doctor, rather tartly, “all you want of me +is to walk across the troubled stage--” + +“For Peggy's sake,” I observed. + +“Of course, yes, for Peggy's sake. I am to walk across this fantastic +stage in the inglorious capacity of a philanderer.” + +“That is precisely it,” I admitted. “I want you to philander with Aunt +Elizabeth for two days, one day; two hours, one hour; just long enough, +only long enough to bring that fool boy to his senses.” + +“If I had suspected the nature of the purpose I am to serve in this +complication”--began the doctor, without a smile. “I trusted your +judgment, Mrs. Price, and good sense--I have never known either to fail +before. However,” he added, manfully, “I am in for it now, and I would +do more disagreeable things than this for Peggy's sake. But perhaps,” he +suggested, grimly, “we sha'n't find either of them.” + +He retired from the subject obviously, if gracefully, and began to play +with the poodle that had the Pullman permit. I happen to know that if +there is any species of dog the doctor does not love it is a poodle, +with or without a permit. The lady with three chins asked me if my +husband were fond of dogs--I think she said, so fond as THAT. She +glanced at the girl whom the poodle owned. + +I don't know why it should be a surprise to me, but it was; that the +chin lady and the poodle girl have both registered at “The Sphinx.” + +Directly after luncheon, for I could not afford to lose a minute, I went +to Mrs. Chataway's; the agreement being that the doctor should follow me +in an absent-minded way a little later. But there was a blockade on +the way, and I wasn't on time. What I took to be Mrs. Chataway herself +admitted me with undisguised hesitation. + +Miss Talbert, she said, was not at home; that is--no, she was not home. +She explained that a great many people had been asking for Miss Talbert; +there were two in the parlor now. + +When I demanded, “Two what?” she replied, in a breathless tone, “Two +gentlemen,” and ushered me into that old-fashioned architectural effort +known to early New York as a front and back parlor. + +One of the gentlemen, as I expected, proved to be Dr. Denbigh. The other +was flatly and unmistakably Charles Edward. The doctor offered to excuse +himself, but I took Charles Edward into the back parlor, and I made so +bold as to draw the folding-doors. I felt that the occasion justified +worse than this. + +The colloquy between myself and Charles Edward was brief and pointed. He +began by saying, “YOU here! What a mess!--” + +My conviction is that he saved himself just in time from Messymaria. + +“Have you found him?” I propounded. + +“No.” + +“Haven't seen him?” + +“I didn't say I hadn't seen him.” + +“What did he say?” I insisted. + +“Not very much. It was in the Park.” + +“In the PARK? Not very MUCH? How could you let him go?” + +“I didn't let him go,” drawled Charles Edward. “He invited me to dinner. +A man can't ask a fellow what his intentions are to a man's sister in +a park. I hadn't said very much up to that point; he did most of the +talking. I thought I would put it off till we got round to the cigars.” + +“Then?” I cried, impatiently, “and then?” + +“You see,” reluctantly admitted Charles Edward, “there wasn't any then. +I didn't dine with him, after all. I couldn't find it--” + +“Couldn't find what?” + +“Couldn't find the hotel,” said Charles Edward, defiantly. “I lost the +address. Couldn't even say that it was a hotel. I believe it was a club. +He seems to be a sort of a swell--for a coeducational professor--anyhow, +I lost the address; and that is the long and short of it.” + +“If it had been a studio or a Bohemian cafe--” I began. + +“I should undoubtedly have remembered it,” admitted Charles Edward, in +his languid way. + +“You have lost him,” I replied, frostily. “You have lost Harry Goward, +and you come here--” + +“On the same errand, I presume, my distressed and distressing sister, +that has brought you. Have you seen her?” he demanded, with sudden, +uncharacteristic shrewdness. + +At this moment a portiere opened at the side of my back parlor, and Mrs. +Chataway, voluminously appearing, mysteriously beckoned me. I followed +her into the dreariest hall I think I ever saw even in a New York +boarding-house. There the landlady frankly told me that Miss Talbert +wasn't out. She was in her room packing to make one of her visits. Miss +Talbert had given orders that she was to be denied to gentlemen friends. + +No, she never said anything about ladies. (This I thought highly +probable.) But if I were anything to her and chose to take the +responsibility--I chose and I did. In five minutes I was in Aunt +Elizabeth's room, and had turned the key upon an interview which was +briefer but more startling than I could possibly have anticipated. + +Elizabeth Talbert is one of those women whose attraction increases with +the negligee or the deshabille. She was so pretty in her pink kimono +that she half disarmed me. She had been crying, and had a gentle look. + +When I said, “Where is he?” and when she said, “If you mean Harry +Goward--I don't know,” I was prepared to believe her without evidence. +She looked too pretty to doubt. Besides, I cannot say that I have ever +caught Aunt Elizabeth in a real fib. She may be a “charmian,” but I +don't think she is a liar. Yet I pushed my case severely. + +“If you and he hadn't taken that 5.40 train to New York--” + +“We didn't take the 5.40 train,” retorted Elizabeth Talbert, hotly. “It +took us. You don't suppose--but I suppose you do, and I suppose I know +what the whole family supposes--As if I would do such a dastardly!--As +if I didn't clear out on purpose to get away from him--to get out of the +whole mix--As if I knew that young one would be aboard that train!” + +“But he was aboard. You admit that.” + +“Oh yes, he got aboard.” + +“Made a pleasant travelling companion, Auntie?” + +“I don't know,” said Aunt Elizabeth, shortly. “I didn't have ten words +with him. I told him he had put me in a position I should never forgive. +Then he told me I had put him in a worse. We quarrelled, and he went +into the smoker. At the Grand Central he checked my suitcase and lifted +his hat. He did ask if I were going to Mrs. Chataway's. I have never +seen him since.” + +“Aunt Elizabeth,” I said, sadly, “I am younger than you--” + +“Not so very much!” retorted Aunt Elizabeth. + +“--and I must speak to you with the respect due my father's sister when +I say that the nobility of your conduct on this occasion--a nobility +which you will pardon me for suggesting that I didn't altogether count +on--is likely to prove the catastrophe of the situation.” + +Aunt Elizabeth stared at me with her wet, coquettish eyes. “You're +pretty hard on me, Maria,” she said; “you always were.” + +“Hurry and dress,” I suggested, soothingly; “there are two gentlemen to +see you downstairs.” + +Aunt Elizabeth shook her head. She asserted with evident sincerity +that she didn't wish to see any gentlemen; she didn't care to see any +gentlemen under any circumstances; she never meant to have anything to +do with gentlemen again. She said something about becoming a deaconess +in the Episcopal Church; she spoke of the attractions in the life of a +trained nurse; mentioned settlement work; and asked me what I thought of +Elizabeth Frye, Dorothea Dix, and Clara Barton. + +“This is one advantage that Catholics have over us,” she observed, +dreamily: “one could go into a nunnery; then one would be quite sure +there would be no men to let loose the consequences of their natures and +conduct upon a woman's whole existence.” + +“These two downstairs have waited a good while,” I returned, carelessly. +“One of them is a married man and is used to it. But the other is not.” + +“Very well,” said Aunt Elizabeth, with what (it occurred to me) was a +smile of forced dejection. “To please you, Maria, I will go down.” + + +If Aunt Elizabeth's dejection were assumed, mine was not. I have been +in the lowest possible spirits since my unlucky discovery. Anything +and everything had occurred to me except that she and that boy could +quarrel. I had fancied him shadowing Mrs. Chataway for the slightest +sign of his charmer. I don't know that I should have been surprised to +see him curled up, like a dog, asleep on the door-steps. At the present +moment I have no more means of finding the wetched lad than I had +in Eastridge; not so much, for doubtless Peggy has his prehistoric +addresses. I am very unhappy. I have not had the heart left in me +to admire Dr. Denbigh, who has filled his role brilliantly all the +afternoon. In half an hour he and Aunt Elizabeth had philandered as deep +as a six months' flirtation; and I must say that they have kept at it +with an art amounting almost to sincerity. Aunt Elizabeth did not once +mention settlement work, and put no inquiries to Dr. Denbigh about +Elizabeth Frye, Dorothea Dix, or Clara Barton. + +I think he took her to the Metropolitan Museum; I know he invited her +to the theatre; and there is some sort of an appointment for to-morrow +morning, I forget what. But my marked success at this end of the stage +only adds poignancy to my sense of defeat at the other. + +I am very homesick. I wish I could see Tom. I do hope Tom found my +message about Dr. Denbigh. + + +Twenty-four hours later.--The breeze of yesterday has spun into a +whirlwind to-day. I am half stunned by the possibilities of human +existence. One lives the simple life at Eastridge; and New York strikes +me on the head like some heavy thing blown down. If these are the +results of the very little love-affair of one very little girl--what +must the great emotion, the real experience, the vigorous crisis, bring? + +At “The Sphinx,” as is well known, no male being is admitted on any +pretence. I believe the porter (for heavy trunks) is the only +exception. The bell-boys are bell-girls. The clerk is a matron, and the +proprietress a widow in half-mourning. + +At nine o'clock this morning I was peremptorily summoned out of the +breakfast-room and ordered to the desk. Two frowning faces received +me. With cold politeness I was reminded of the leading clause in the +constitution of that house. + +“Positively,” observed the clerk, “no gentlemen callers are permitted at +this hotel, and, madam, there are two on the door-steps who insist upon +an interview with you; they have been there half an hour. One of them +refuses to recognize the rule of the house. He insists upon an immediate +suspension of it. I regret to tell you that he went so far as to mention +that he would have a conversation with you if it took a search-warrant +to get it.” + +“He says,” interrupted the proprietress in half-mourning, “that he is +your husband.” + +She spoke quite distinctly, and as these dreadful words re-echoed +through the lobby, I saw that two ladies had come out from the +reception-room and were drinking the scene down. One of these was the +fat lady with the three chins; the other was the poodle girl. She held +him, at that unpleasant moment, by a lavender ribbon leash. It seems she +gets a permit for him everywhere. + +And he is the wrong sex, I am sure, to obtain any privileges at “The +Sphinx.” + +The mosaic of that beautiful lobby did not open and swallow me down as +I tottered across it to the vestibule. A strapping door-girl guarded +the entrance. Grouped upon the long flight of marble steps two men +impatiently awaited me. The one with the twitching mustache was Dr. +Denbigh. But he, oh, he with the lightning in his eyes, he was my +husband, Thomas Price. + +“Maria,” he began, with ominous composure, “if you have any explanations +to offer of these extraordinary circumstances--” Then the torrent burst +forth. Every expletive familiar to the wives of good North-American +husbands broke from Tom's unleashed lips. “I didn't hear of it till +afternoon. I took the midnight express. Billy told Matilda he saw you +get aboard the 7.20 train It's all over Eastridge. We have been married +thirteen years, Maria, and I have always had occasion to trust your +judgment and good sense till now.” + +“That is precisely what I told her,” ventured Dr. Denbigh. + +“As for you, sir!” Tom Price turned, towering. “It is fortunate for YOU +that I find my wife in this darned shebang.--Any female policeman behind +that door-girl? Doctor? Why, Doctor! Say, DOCTOR! Dr. Denbigh! What in +thunder are you laughing at?” + +The doctor's sense of humor (a quality for which I must admit my dear +husband is not so distinguished as he is for some more important traits) +had got the better of him. He put his hands in his pockets, threw +back his handsome head, and then and there, in that sacred feminine +vestibule, he laughed as no woman could laugh if she tried. + +In the teeth of the door-girl, the clerk, and the proprietress, in the +face of the chin lady and the poodle girl, I ran straight to Tom and put +my arms around his neck. At first I was afraid he was going to push me +off, but he thought better of it. Then I cried out upon him as a woman +will when she has had a good scare. “Oh, Tom! Tom! Tom! You dear old +precious Tom! I told you all about it. I wrote you a note about Dr. +Denbigh and--and everything. You don't mean to say you never found it?” + +“Where the deuce did you leave it?” demanded Thomas Price. + +“Why, I stuck it on your pin-cushion! I pinned it there. I pinned it +down with two safety-pins. I was very particular to.” + +“PIN-CUSHION!” exploded Tom. “A message--an important message--to a +MAN--on a PIN-cushion!” + +Then, with that admirable self-possession which has been the secret of +Tom Price's success in life, he immediately recovered himself. “Next +time, Maria,” he observed, with pitying gentleness, “pin it on the +hen-coop. Or, paste it on the haymow with the mucilage-brush. Or, fasten +it to the watering-trough in the square--anywhere I might run across +it.--Doctor! I beg your pardon, old fellow.--Now madam, if you are +allowed by law to get out of this blasted house I can't get into, I will +pay your bill, Maria, and take you to a respectable hotel. What's that +one we used to go to when we ran down to see Irving? I can't think---Oh +yes--'The Holy Family.'” + +“Don't be blasphemous, Price, whatever else you are!” admonished the +doctor. He was choking with laughter. + +“Perhaps it was 'The Whole Family,' Tom?” I suggested, meekly. + +“Come to think of it,” admitted Tom, “it must have been 'The Happy +Family.' Get your things on, Mysie, and we'll get out of this inhuman +place.” + +I held my head as high as I could when I came back through the lobby, +with a stout chambermaid carrying my suit-case. The clerk sniffed +audibly; the proprietress met me with a granite eye; the lady with the +three chins muttered something which I am convinced it would not have +added to my personal happiness to hear; but I thought the girl with the +lavender poodle watched me a little wistfully as I whirled away upon my +husband's big forgiving arm. + +The doctor, who had really laughed until he cried, followed, wiping his +merry eyes. These glistened when on the sidewalk directly opposite the +hotel entrance we met Elizabeth Talbert, who had arranged, but in the +agitation of the morning I had entirely forgotten it, to come to see me +at that very hour. + +So we fell into line, the doctor and Aunt Elizabeth, my husband and I, +on our way to take the cars for “The Happy Family,” when suddenly Tom +clapped his hands to his pockets and announced that he had forgotten--he +must send a telegram. Coming away in such a hurry, he must telegraph to +the Works. Tom is an incurable telegrapher (I have long cherished the +conviction that he is the main support of the Western Union Telegraph +Company), and we all followed him to the nearest office where he could +get a wire. + +Some one was before him at the window, a person holding a hesitant +pencil above a yellow blank. I believe I am not without self-possession +myself, partly natural, and partly acquired by living so long with Tom; +but it took all I ever had not to utter a womanish cry when the young +man turned his face and I saw that it was Harry Goward. + +The boy's glance swept us all in. When it reached Aunt Elizabeth and Dr. +Denbigh he paled, whether with relief or regret I had my doubts at that +moment, and I have them still. An emotion of some species possessed him +so that he could not for the moment speak. Aunt Elizabeth was the first +to recover herself. + +“Ah?” she cooed. “What a happy accident! Mr. Goward, allow me to present +you to my friend Dr. Denbigh.” + +The doctor bowed with a portentous gravity. It was almost the equal of +Harry's own. + +After this satisfactory incident everybody fell back instinctively and +gave the command of the expedition to me. The boy anxiously yielded +his place at the telegraph window to Tom; in fact, I took the pains to +notice that Harry's telegram was not sent, or was deferred to a more +convenient season. I invited him to run over to “The Happy Family” with +us, and we all fell into rank again on the sidewalk, the boy not without +embarrassment. Of this I made it my first duty to relieve him. We +chatted of the weather and the theatre and hotels. When we had walked +a short distance, we met Charles Edward dawdling along over to “The +Sphinx” (however reluctantly) to call upon his precious elder sister. So +we paired off naturally: Aunt Elizabeth and the doctor in front, Goward +and I behind them, and Tom and Charles Edward bringing up the rear. + +My heart dropped when I saw what a family party air we had. I felt it +to my finger-tips, and I could see that the lad writhed under it. +His expression changed from misery to mutiny. I should not have been +surprised if he had made one plunge into the roaring current of Broadway +and sunk from sight forever. The thing that troubled me most was +the poor taste of it: as if the whole family had congregated in the +metropolis to capture that unhappy boy. For the first time I began to +feel some sympathy for him. + +“Mr. Goward,” I said, abruptly, in a voice too low even for Aunt +Elizabeth to hear, “nobody wishes to make you uncomfortable. We are not +here for any such purpose. I have something in my pocket to show you; +that is all. It will interest you, I am sure. As soon as we get to the +hotel, if you don't mind, I will tell you about it--or, in fact, will +give it to you. Count the rest out. They are not in the secret.” + +“I feel like a convict arrested by plainclothes men,” complained Harry, +glancing before and behind. + +“You won't,” I said, “when you have talked to me five minutes.” + +“Sha'n't I?” he asked, dully. He said nothing more, and we pursued our +way to the hotel in silence. Elizabeth Talbert and Dr. Denbigh talked +enough to make up for us. + +Aunt Elizabeth made herself so charming, so acutely charming, that I +heard the boy draw one quick, sharp breath. But his eyes followed her +more sullenly than tenderly, and when she clung to the doctor's arm upon +a muddy crossing the young man turned to me with a sad, whimsical smile. + +“It doesn't seem to make much difference--does it, Mrs. Price? She +treats us all alike.” + +There is the prettiest little writing-room in “The Happy Family,” all +blue and mahogany and quiet. This place was deserted, and thither I +betook myself with Harry Goward, and there he began as soon as we were +alone: + +“Well, what is it, Mrs. Price?” + +“Nothing but this,” I said, gently enough. “I have taken it upon myself +to solve a mystery that has caused a good deal of confusion in our +family.” + +Without warning I took the muddy letter from my pocket, and slid it +under his eyes upon the big blue blotter. + +“I don't wish to be intrusive or strenuous,” I pleaded, “none of us +wishes to be that. Nobody is here to call you to account, Mr. Goward, +but you see this letter. It was received at our house in the condition +in which you find it. Would you be so kind as to supply the missing +address? That is all I want of you.” + +The boy's complexion ran through the palette, and subsided from a +dull Indian-red to a sickly Nile-green. “Hasn't she ever read it?” he +demanded. + +“Nobody has ever read it,” I said. “Naturally--since it is not +addressed. This letter went fishing with Billy.” + +The young man took the letter and examined it in trembling silence. + +Perhaps if Fate ever broke him on her wheel it was at that moment. His +destiny was still in his own hands, and so was the letter. Unaddressed, +it was his personal property. He could retain it if he chose, and the +family mystery would darken into deeper gloom than ever. I felt my +comfortable, commonplace heart beat rapidly. + +Our silence had passed the point of discomfort, and was fast reaching +that of anguish, when the boy lifted his head manfully, dipped one of +“The Happy Family's” new pens into a stately ink-bottle, and rapidly +filled in the missing address upon the unfortunate letter. He handed it +to me without a word. My eyes blurred when I read: + +“Personal. Miss Peggy Talbert, Eastridge. (Kindness of Miss Alice +Talbert.)” + +“What shall I do with it?” I asked, controlling my agitation. + +“Deliver it to her, if you please, as quickly as possible. I thought of +everything else. I never thought of this.” + +“Never thought of--” + +“That she might not have got it.” + +“Now then, Mr. Goward,” I ventured, still speaking very gently, “do you +mind telling me what you took that 5.40 train for?” + +“Why, because I didn't get an answer from the letter!” exclaimed Harry, +raising his voice for the first time. “A man doesn't write a letter such +as that more than once in a lifetime. It was a very important letter. +I told her everything. I explained everything. I felt I ought to have a +hearing. If she wanted to throw me over (I don't deny she had the right +to) I would rather she had taken some other way than--than to ignore +such a letter. I waited for an answer to that letter until quarter-past +five. I just caught the 5.40 train and went to my aunt's house, the +one--you know my uncle died the other day--I have been there ever since. +By-the-way, Mrs. Price, if anything else comes up, and if you have +any messages for me, I shall be greatly obliged if you will take my +address.” + +He handed me his card with an up-town street and number, and I snapped +it into the inner pocket of my wallet. + +“Do you think,” demanded Harry Goward, outright, “that she will ever +forgive me, REALLY forgive me?” + +“That is for you to find out,” I answered, smiling comfortably; for I +could not possibly have Harry think that any of us--even an unpopular +elder sister--could be there to fling Peggy at the young man's head. +“That is between you and Peggy.” + +“When shall you get home with that letter?” demanded Harry. + +“Ask my husband. At a guess, I should say tomorrow.” + +“Perhaps I had better wait until she has read the letter,” mused the +boy. “Don't you think so, Mrs. Price?” + +“I don't think anything about it. I will not take any responsibility +about it. I have got the letter officially addressed, and there my +errand ends.” + +“You see, I want to do the best thing,” urged Harry Goward. “And so much +has happened since I wrote that letter--and when you come to think that +she has never read it--” + +“I will mail it to her,” I said, suddenly. “I will enclose it with a +line and get it off by special delivery this noon.” + +“It might not reach her,” suggested Harry, pessimistically. “Everything +seems to go wrong in this affair.” + +“Would you prefer to send it yourself?” I asked. + +Harry Goward shook his head. + +“I would rather wait till she has read it. I feel, under the +circumstances, that I owe that to her.” + +Now, at that critical moment, a wide figure darkened the entrance of the +writing-room, and, plumping down solidly at another table, spread out a +fat, ring-laden hand and began to write a laborious letter. It was the +lady with the three chins. But the girl with the poodle did not put +in an appearance. I learned afterward that the dog rule of “The Happy +Family” admitted of no permits. + +Harry Goward and I parted abruptly but pleasantly, and he earnestly +requested the privilege of being permitted to call upon me to-morrow +morning. + +I mailed the letter to Peggy by special delivery, and just now I asked +Tom if he didn't think it was wise. + +“I can tell you better, my dear, day after tomorrow,” he replied. And +that was all I could get out of him. + + +“The Happy Family.”--It is day after tomorrow, and Tom and I are going +to take the noon train home. Our purpose, or at least my purpose, +to this effect has been confirmed, if not created, by the following +circumstances: + +Yesterday, a few hours after I had parted from Harry Goward in the blue +writing-room of “The Happy Family,” Tom received from father a telegram +which ran like this: + +“Off for Washington--that Gooch business. Shall take Peggy. Child needs +change. Will stop over from Colonial Express and lunch Happy Family. +Explicitly request no outsider present. Can't have appearance of false +position. Shall take her directly out of New York, after luncheon. Cyrus +Talbert.” + +Torn between filial duty and sisterly affection, I sat twirling this +telegram between my troubled fingers. Tom had dashed it there and blown +off somewhere, leaving me, as he usually does, to make my own decisions. +Should I tell Harry? Should I not tell Harry? Was it my right? Was it +not his due? I vibrated between these inexorable questions, but, like +the pendulum I was, I struck no answer anywhere. I had half made up my +mind to let matters take their own course. If Goward should happen to +call on me when Peggy, flying through New York beneath her father's +stalwart wing, alighted for the instant at “The Happy Family”--was I to +blame? Could _I_ be held responsible? It struck me that I could not. On +the other hand, father could not be more determined than I that Peggy +should not be put into the apparent position of pursuing an irresolute, +however repentant, lover.... I was still debating the question as +conscientiously and philosophically as I knew how, when the bell-boy +brought me a note despatched by a district messenger, and therefore +constitutionally delayed upon the way. + +The letter was from my little sister's fiance, and briefly said: + +“My dear Mrs. Price,--I cannot tell you how I thank you for your +sisterly sympathy and womanly good sense. You have cleared away a lot +of fog out of my mind. I don't feel that I can wait an unnecessary hour +before I see Peggy. I should like to be with her as soon as the letter +is. If you will allow me to postpone my appointment with yourself, I +shall start for Eastridge by the first train I can catch to-day. + + “Gratefully yours, + + “Henry T. Goward.” + + + + +IX. THE MOTHER, by Edith Wyatt + +I am sure that I shall surprise no mother of a large family when I say +that this hour is the first one I have spent alone for thirty years. I +count it, alone. For while I am driving back in the runabout along the +six miles of leafy road between the hospital and Eastridge with mother +beside me, she is sound asleep under the protection of her little hinged +black sunshade, still held upright. She will sleep until we are at home; +and, after our anxious morning at the hospital, I am most grateful to +the fortune sending me this lucid interval, not only for thinking over +what has occurred in the last three days, but also for trying to focus +clearly for myself what has happened in the last week, since Elizabeth +went on the 5.40 to New York; since Charles followed Elizabeth; since +Maria, under Dr. Denbigh's mysteriously required escort, followed +Charles; since Tom followed Maria; and since Cyrus, with my dear girl, +followed Tom. + +On the warm afternoon before Elizabeth left, as I walked past her open +door, with Lena, and carrying an egg-nog to Peggy, I could not avoid +hearing down the whole length of the hall a conversation carried on in +clear, absorbed tones, between my sister and Alice. + +“Did I understand you to say,” said Elizabeth, in an assumption of +indifference too elaborate, I think, to deceive even her niece, “that +this Mr. Wilde you mention is now living in New York?” + +“Oh yes. He conducts all the art-classes at the Crafts Settlement. He +encouraged Lorraine's sisters in their wonderful work. I would love to +go into it myself.” + +Lorraine's sisters and her circle once entertained me at tea in their +establishment when I visited Charles before his marriage, in New York. +They are extremely kind young women, ladies in every respect, who have a +workshop called “At the Sign of the Three-legged Stool.” They seem to be +carpenters, as nearly as I can tell. They wear fillets and bright, loose +clothes; and they make very rough-hewn burnt-wood footstools and odd +settees with pieces of glass set about in them. It is all very puzzling. +When Charles showed me a candlestick one of the young ladies had made, +and talked to me about the decoration and the line, I could see that +it was very gracefully designed and nicely put together. But when he +noticed that in the wish to be perfectly open-minded to his point of +view I was looking very attentively at a queer, uneven wrought-iron +brooch with two little pendant polished granite rocks, he only laughed +and put his hand on my shawl a minute and brought me more tea. + +So that I could understand something of what Alice was mentioning as she +went on: “You know Lorraine says that, though not the most PROMINENT, +Lyman Wilde is the most RADICAL and TEMPERAMENTAL leader in the great +handicraft development in this country. Even most of the persons in +favor of it consider that he goes too far. She says, for instance, he is +so opposed to machines of all sorts that he thinks it would be better to +abolish printing and return to script. He has started what they call a +little movement of the kind now, and is training two young scriveners.” + +Elizabeth was shaking her head reflectively as I passed the door, and +saying: “Ah--no compromise. And always, ALWAYS the love of beauty.” And +I heard her advising Alice never, never to be one of the foolish women +and men who hurt themselves by dreaming of beauty or happiness in their +narrow little lives; repeating sagely that this dream was even worse for +the women than for the men; and asked whether Alice supposed the Crafts +Settlement address wouldn't probably be in the New York telephone-book. +Alice seemed to be spending a very gratifying afternoon. + +My sister Elizabeth's strongest instinct from her early youth has been +the passion inspiring the famous Captain Parklebury Todd, so often +quoted by Alice and Billy: “I do not think I ever knew a character so +given to creating a sensation. Or p'r'aps I should in justice say, +to what, in an Adelphi play, is known as situation.” Never has she +gratified her taste in this respect more fully than she did--as I +believe quite accidentally and on the inspiration of these words with +Alice--in taking the evening train to New York with Mr. Goward. + +Twenty or thirty people at the station saw them starting away together, +each attempting to avoid recognition, each in the pretence of avoiding +the other, each with excited manners. So that, as both Peggy and +Elizabeth have been born and brought up here; as, during Mr. Goward's +conspicuous absence and silence, during Peggy's illness, and all our +trying uncertainties and hers, in the last weeks, my sister had widely +flung to town talk many tacit insinuations concerning the character of +Mr. Goward's interest in herself; as none of the twenty or thirty +people were mute beyond their kind; and as Elizabeth's nature has never +inspired high neighborly confidence--before night a rumor had spread +like the wind that Margaret Talbert's lover had eloped with her aunt. + +Billy heard the other children talking of this news and hushing +themselves when he came up. Tom learned of the occurrence by a +telephone, and, after supper, told Cyrus and myself; Maria was informed +of it by telephone through an old friend who thought Maria should know +of what every one was saying. Lorraine, walking to the office to meet +Charles, was overtaken on the street by Mrs. Temple, greatly concerned +for us and for Peggy, and learned the strange story from our sympathetic +neighbor, to repeat it to Charles. At ten o'clock there was only one +person in the house, perhaps in Eastridge, who was ignorant of our +daughter's singular fortune. That person was our dear girl herself. + +Since my own intelligence of the report I had not left her alone with +anybody else for a moment; and now I was standing in the hall watching +her start safely up-stairs, when to our surprise the front-door latch +clicked suddenly; she turned on the stairs; the door opened, and we both +faced Charles. From the first still glances he and I gave each other he +knew she hadn't heard. Then he said quietly that he had wished to see +Peggy for a moment before she went to sleep. He bade me a very confiding +and responsible good-night, and went out with her to the garden where +they used to play constantly together when they were children. + +Up-stairs, unable to lie down till she came back, I put on a little +cambric sack and sat by the window waiting till I should hear her foot +on the stairs again. “Charles is telling her,” I said to Cyrus. He was +walking up and down the room, dumb with impatience and disgust, too +pained for Peggy, too tried by his own helplessness to rest or even +to sit still. In a way it has all been harder for him than for any one +else. His impulses are stronger and deeper than my dear girl's, and far +less cool. She is very especially precious to him; and, whether because +she looks so like him, or because he thinks her ways like my own, her +youth and her fortune have always been at once a more anxious and a more +lovely concern with him than any one else's on earth. She is, somehow, +our future to him. + +While we waited here in this anxiety up-stairs, down in the garden I +could hear not the words, but the tones of our children as they spoke +together. Charles's voice sounded first for a long time, with an air +of calmness and directness; and Peggy answered him at intervals of +listening, answered apparently less with surprise at what he told her +than in a quiet acceptance, with a little throb of control, and then in +accord with him. Then it was as though they were planning together. + +In the still village night their voices sounded very tranquil; after +a little while, even buoyant. Peggy laughed once or twice. Little by +little a breath of relief blew over both her father's solicitude and +mine. It was partly from the coolness and freshness of the out-door air, +and the half-unconscious sense it often brings, that beyond whatever +care is close beside you at the instant there is--and especially for +the young--so much else in all creation. Then, for me, there was a deep +comfort in the knowledge that in this time of need my children had each +other; that they could speak so together, in an intimate sympathy, and +were, not only superficially in name, but really and beautifully, a +brother and sister. + +At last, as they parted at the gate, Charles said, in a spirited, +downright tone: “Stick to that, cling to it, make it your answer to +everything. It's all you now know and all you need to know, and you'll +be as firm on it as on a rock.” + +The lamplight from the street filtering through the elm leaves glimmered +on Peggy's bright hair as she looked up at him. Her eyelashes were wet, +but she was laughing as she said: “But, of course, I HAVE to cling to +it. It's the truth. Good-night! Good-night!” And her step on the stairs +was light and even skipping. + +On the next morning, when I knocked at her door to find whether she +would rather breakfast up-stairs, I saw at once she had slept. She stood +before the mirror fastening her belt ribbon, and looking so lovely it +seemed impossible misfortune should ever touch her. + +“Why, mother dear, you aren't dressed for the library-board meeting! +Isn't that this morning?” + +“Yes.” + +She looked at me with her little, sweet, quick smile, and we sat down +for a moment on her couch together, each with a sense that neither would +say one word too sharply pressing. + +“Dear mother, why NOT go to the board meeting? You don't need to protect +me so. You CAN'T protect me every minute. You see, of course, last night +Charles--told me of what everybody thinks.” Her voice throbbed again. +She stopped for a minute. “But for weeks and weeks I had felt something +like this coming toward me. And now that it's come,” she went on, +bravely, “we can only just do as we always have done--and not make any +difference--can we?” + +“Except that I feel I must be here, because we can't know from minute to +minute what may come up.” + +“You feel you can't leave me, mother. But you can. I want to see whoever +comes, just as usual. I'd have to at some time, you know, at any rate. +And I mean to do it now--until I go away out of Eastridge. Charles is +going to arrange that so very wonderfully. He has gone to New York now +to see about it.” + +“He has, my dear?” I said, in some surprise. + +“Yes. And, mother, about--about what's over,” she whispered. + +“Yes.” + +“Oh, just--just it couldn't all have happened in this way if”--she spoke +in quite a clear, soft voice, looking straight into my eyes, with one of +her quick turns--“he were a real MAN--anybody I could think of as being +my husband. It was just that I didn't truly know him. That was all.” + +We held each other's hands fast for one moment of perfect understanding +before we rose. + +“Then I'll go, dear, this morning, just as you like,” I said. She came +into my room and fastened my cuff-pins for me. “Why, mother, I don't +believe you and your little duchesse cuffs and your little, fine, gold +watch-chain have ever been away from the chair of the library committee +at a board meeting for twenty years! Just think what a sensation you +were going to make if I hadn't interfered! There, how nice you look!” + +The weather was so inclement during my absence that I felt quite secure +concerning all intrusion for her. At noon the storm rose high, with +a close-timed thunder and lightning; the Episcopal church spire was +struck; two trees were blown over in the square; and, instead of +ordering Dan and the horses out in this tumult, I dined with a board +member living next the library, and drove home at three o'clock when the +violence of the gale had abated. + +The house was perfectly still when I reached it. The children were at +school; Cyrus, at the factory; mother, napping, with her door closed. In +her own room up-stairs, in the middle of the house, Peggy sat alone, in +a loose wrapper, with her hair flying over her shoulders. An open book +lay unnoticed in her lap. Her face was white and tear-stained, and her +eyes looked wild and ill. + +As her glance fell on me I saw her need of me, and hurried in to close +the door. “Oh, mother; mother!” she moaned. “Such a morning! It's all +come back--all I fought against--all I was conquering. What does it +mean? What does it mean?” + +“What has happened? Who has been here?” + +“Maria--sneering at Charles's ideas, asking me questions, petting me +and pitying me and making a baby of me, until I broke down at last +and wanted all the things she wanted to have done, and let her kiss me +good-bye for her kindness in doing them--” + +In a passion of tears she walked up and down, up and down the room, as +her father does, except with that quick, nervous grace she always has, +and in a painful, sobbing excitement. + +Every sense I had was for an instant's passage fused in one clear, +concentrated anger against a sister who could play so ruthlessly upon +my poor child's woman pulses and emotions, so disarm her of her +self-control and right free spirit. + +“Why did she come?” I said, at last, with the best calmness I could +muster. Peggy stood still for a moment, startled by a coldness in my +voice I couldn't alter. + +“She came to find out about things for herself. Then when she did find +out about Charles's way of helping us she simply hated it--and she sent +me after--after the letter you had. I got it from your desk, and Maria +took it to find out its real address.” + +At that she sank again in a chair, and buried her face in her hands, +hardly knowing what she was saying. “Oh, what shall I do? What shall I +do?” she repeated, softly and wildly. “Yesterday I could behave so well +by what I knew was true about him. Then, when Maria came and spoke +as though I was three years old, and hadn't any understanding nor any +dignity of my own, and the best thing for any girl, at any rate, were to +cling to the man she loved as though she were his mother and he were her +dear, erring child” (she began to laugh a little), “the feebler he were +the more credit to her for her devotion--then I couldn't go on by what I +knew was true about him--only back, back again to all my--old mistake.” + She was laughing and crying now with little, quick gasps, in a sheer +hysteria which no doubt would have given her sister entire satisfaction +as a manifesto of her normal womanliness. + +I brought her a glass of water, and, trying to conceal my own distress +for her as well as I could, sat down, silently, near her. Gradually +she grew quieter, until the room was so still that we could hear the +raindrops from the eaves plash down outside. Peggy pushed back her cloud +of bright hair and fastened it in the nape of her neck. At last she +said, with conviction: “Mother, Maria didn't say these things, but I +know she thinks them for me, thinks that a woman's love is just all +forgiveness and indulgence. By that she could--she did work on my +nerves. But”--and her gray eyes glanced so beautifully and so darkly +with a girl's fine, straight, native, healthy spirit as she said it--“I +COULDN'T marry any man but one that I admired.” + +“I'm sure you couldn't,” I said, firmly. “And, my dear child, I +must confess I fail to understand why your sister should wish so +patronizingly for you a fortune she would never have accepted for +herself. How can she possibly like for you such a mawkish and a morbid +thing as the prospect of a marriage with a man in whom neither you nor +any other person feels the presence of one single absolute and manly +quality?” + +“Why, mother, I have never heard you speak so strongly before--” + +At that moment Lena came searching through the hall, and knocking at the +door of my room, next Peggy's, to announce Lorraine. The kind-hearted +girl was with us constantly, and of the greatest unobtrusive solace to +Peggy in those three days after our travellers had all gone, one after +the other, like the fairy-tale family, at the chance word of Clever +Alice. + +It was on the fifth morning afterward, as I was sitting on the piazza +hemming an organdie ruffle for my big little girl--she does shoot up so +fast--that I heard on the gravel Charles's footstep. + +For some time after his arrival, as he sat, with his hat thrown off, +talking lightly of his New York sojourn, I was so completely glad to see +him, and to see him looking so well and in such buoyant spirits, that I +could think of nothing else until he mentioned taking tea “At the +Sign of the Three-legged Stool” with Lorraine's sisters, with Lyman +Wilde--and with Aunt Elizabeth. + +My work dropped out of my hands. + +He laughed. “Yes. Dear mother, since you never have seen him, I don't +know that I can hope to convey any right conception of Wilde's truly +remarkable character. He is, to begin with, the best of men. Picture, if +you can, a nature with a soul completely beautiful and selfless, and a +nervous surface quite as pachydermatous and indiscriminating as that +of an ox. Wilde accepts everybody's estimate of himself. Not only the +quality of his mercy, but also of his admiration, is quite unstrained. +So that he sees the friend of his youth not at all as I or any humanized +perception at the Crafts Settlement would see her, but quite as she +sees herself, as a fascinating, gifted, capricious woman of the +world, beating the wings of her thwarted love of beauty against cruel +circumstance. I noticed his attitude as soon as I mentioned to him +that Lorraine had by chance discovered that he and my aunt were old +acquaintances. He said that he would be very much interested in seeing +her again. As he happened at the moment to be looking over a packet +of postals announcing his series of talks on 'Script,' he asked me her +address, called his stenographer, and had it added to his mailing-list. +But before the postal reached her she had called him up to tell him she +had lately heard of his work and of him for the first time after all +these years, through Lorraine, and to ask him to come to see her. +His call, I am sure, they spent in a rich mutual misunderstanding as +thoroughly satisfactory to both as any one could wish. For, as I say, on +my last visit in the Crafts neighborhood she was taking tea with all of +them and Dr. Denbigh.” + +“Dr. Denbigh!” I repeated, in surprise. “Oh, Charles, are any of them +not well?” + +“No, no. I think he's been in New York”--he gave a groan--“on account +of some delicate finesse on Maria's part, some incomprehensible plan of +hers for bringing Goward back here. The worst of it is that, like all +her plans, I believe it's going to be perfectly successful.” + +“What do you mean?” I asked, in consternation. + +“From every natural portent, I think that horrid infant in arms was, +when I left New York, about to cast his handkerchief or rattle toward +Peggy again. I'm morally certain that he and all his odious emotional +disturbances will be presenting themselves for her consideration in +Eastridge before long; and, since they strike me as quite too odious for +the nicest girl in the world, I hope, before they reach here, she'll be +far away--absolutely out of reach.” + +“I hope so, too.” But as I said it, for the first time there came around +me, like a blank, rising mist, the prospect of a journey farther and a +longer separation than any I had before imagined between us. + +“I knew you'd think so. That was, partly, why I acted as I did, for her, +dear mother”--he leaned forward a little toward me and took up one end +of the ruffle I was stitching again to cover my excitement--“and for +Lorraine and for me, in engaging our passage abroad.” + +He seemed not to expect me to speak at once, but after a little quiet +pause, while we both sat thinking, went on, with great gentleness: “You +know it's about our only way of really protecting her from any annoyance +here, even that of thoughts of her own she doesn't like. There will be +so very wonderfully much for her to see, and I believe she'll enjoy it. +One of Lorraine's younger sisters is coming to be with us, perhaps, for +a while in Switzerland--and the Elliots--animal sculptors. You remember +them, don't you, and Arlington--studying decorative design that winter +when you were in New York? They'll be abroad this summer. I believe +we'll all have a very charming, care-free time walking and sketching and +working--a time really so much more charming for a lovely and sensible +young woman than sitting in a talking town subject to the incursions of +a lover she doesn't truly like.” He stopped a moment before he added, +sincerely: “Then--it isn't simply for her that this way would be better, +mother, but for me, for every one.” + +“For you and for every one?” I managed to make myself ask with +tranquillity. + +“Yes. Why wouldn't this relieve immensely all the sufferers from my +commercial career at the factory? Don't you think that's somewhat +unjust, not simply to Maria's and Tom's requirements for the family +standing and fortunes”--he laughed a moment--“but to father's need there +of a right-hand business man?” That was his way of putting it. “For a +long time,” he pursued, more earnestly than I've ever heard him speak +before in his life, “I've been planning, mother, to go away to study and +to sketch. I'm doing nothing here. Maybe what I would do away from +here might not seem to you so wonderful. But it would have one +dignity--whatever else it were or were not, it would be my own.” + +Perhaps it may seem strange, but in those few words and instants, when +my son spoke so simply and sincerely of his own work, I felt, more than +in his actual wedding with his wife, the cleaving pang of a marriage for +him. At the same time I was stricken beyond all possible speech by my +rising consciousness of the injustice of his sense of failure here in +his own father's house, in my house. How weakly I had been lost in the +thousand little anxieties and preoccupations of my every-day, to let +myself be unwittingly engulfed in his older sister's strange, blank +prejudice, to lose my own true understanding of the rights and the +happiness of one of the children--I can think it, all unspoken and in +silence--somehow most my own. + +It seemed as though my heartstrings tightened. Everything blurred +before me. I never in my life have tried so hard before to hold my +soul absolutely still to see quite clearly, as though none of this +were happening to myself, what would be best for my boy's future, +for Peggy's, for their whole lives. It was in the midst of these +close-pressing thoughts that I heard him saying: “So that perhaps this +would truly be the right way for every one.” Only too inevitably I +knew his words were true; and now I could force myself at last to say, +quietly: “Why--yes--if that would make you happier, Charles.” He rose +and came up to my chair then so beautifully, and moved it to a shadier +place, as Peggy, catching sight of him from the garden, ran up with a +cry of surprise to meet him, to talk about it all. + +I scarcely know whether her father's consciousness of the coming +separation for me, or my consciousness of the coming separation for him, +made things harder or easier for both of us. Cyrus was obliged to make a +business trip to Washington on the next day, and it was decided that as +Peggy especially wished to be with him now before her long absence, she +should accompany him in the morning. + +On the midnight before we were all startled from sleep by the clang +of the door-bell. Good little Billy, always hoping for excitement, and +besides extremely sweet in doing errands, answered it. The rest of us +absurdly assembled in kimonos and bathrobes at the head of the stairs, +dreading we scarcely knew what, for the members of the family not in the +house. Within a few minutes Billy dashed up-stairs again, considerately +holding high, so that we all could see it, a special-delivery letter, +the very same illegible, bleared envelope which had before annoyed us so +extremely. It was addressed in washed-out characters to Miss -- Talbert. +The word Peggy, very clear and black, had been lately inserted in the +same handwriting; and below, the street and number had been recently +refreshed, apparently by the hand of Maria. + +As this familiar, wearisome object reappeared before us all, Peggy, with +a little quiver of mirth, looking out between her long braids, cried: +“Call back the boy!” By the time the messenger had returned she had +readdressed the envelope, unopened, to Mr. Goward. Billy took it back +down-stairs again; and every one trooped off to bed, Alice and mother +with positive snorts and flounces of impatience. + +Needless to say, Tom and Maria returned in perfect safety on Saturday. +Before then, at twelve o'clock on the same morning, when Cyrus and Peggy +had gone, I was sitting on the piazza making a little money-bag for her, +with mother sitting rocking beside me, and complaining of every one in +peace, when Dr. Denbigh drove up to the horse-block, flung his weight +out of the buggy, and hurried up the steps. He shook hands with us +hastily and abstractedly, and asked if he might speak to me inside the +house. + +“Mrs. Talbert,” he said, closing the door of the library as soon as we +were inside it, “I am sure you will try not to feel alarmed at something +I must tell you of at once. The early morning train I came on from New +York, the one that ought to get in at Eastridge at eleven, was derailed +two hours ago on a misplaced switch between here and Whitman. No one +was killed, but many of the passengers were injured. Among the injured +I took care of was Mr. Goward. His arm has been broken. He's been badly +shaken up--and he's now in a state of shock at the Whitman Hospital. +The boy has been asking for Peggy, and then for you. I promised him that +after my work was done--all the injured were taken there by a special as +soon as possible after the wreck--I'd ask you to drive back to see him. +Will you come?” + +Of course I went, then. And at Harry Goward's request I have gone twice +since. He is very ill, too ill to talk, and though Dr. Denbigh says +he will outlive a thousand stronger men, he has been rather worse this +morning. When I first saw him he asked for Peggy in one gasping word, +and when he learned she had gone to Washington turned even whiter than +he had been before. He is nervously quite wrecked and wretched; has no +confidence in Dr. Denbigh; and either Maria or I will go to the hospital +every day till the boy's mother comes from California. It is a very +trying situation. For his misfortune has, of course, not changed my +knowledge of his nature. I dread telling Cyrus and Peggy, when I +meet their returning noon train, after I have left mother at home, of +everything that has happened here. + +As though these difficulties were not enough, this morning, just before +we started to Whitman, we were involved in another perplexity through +the unwilling agency of Mr. Temple. He called me up to read me a +bewildering telegram he had received an hour before from Elizabeth. It +said: + +“Please end Eastridge scandal by announcing my engagement in +Banner.--Lily.” + +“Engagement to whom?” Mr. Temple had asked by telephone of Charles, who +said none of us could be responsible for any definite information in the +matter unless, perhaps, Maria. On consultation, Maria had said to Mr. +Temple that in New York Mr. Goward had imparted to her that Elizabeth +had told him many weeks ago that she was irrevocably betrothed to +Dr. Denbigh. Mr. Temple had finally referred unsuccessfully to me for +Elizabeth's address in order to ask her to send a complete announcement +in the full form she wished printed. + +(“Whoa, Douglas. Well--mother, you had a nice little nap, didn't you. +No, no; I won't be late. It's not more than five minutes to the station. +Thanks, Lena. Yes, Billy dear, you can get in. Why, I don't know why you +shouldn't drive.”) + +The train is just pulling in. Charles is there and Maria, each standing +on one side of the car-steps. Now I see them. That looks like Peggy's +suit-case the porter's carrying down. Yes, it is. There--there they are, +coming down the steps behind him, Cyrus and my dear girl--how well they +look! Oh, how I hope everything will come right for them! + + + + +X. THE SCHOOL-BOY, By Mary Raymond Shipman Andrews + +Rabbits. + +Automobile. (Painted red, with yellow lines.) + +Automatic reel. (The 3-dollar kind.) + +New stamp-book. (The puppy chewed my other.) + +Golly, I forgot. I suppose I mustn't use this, but it's my birthday next +month, and I want 'steen things, and I thought I'd better make a list to +pin on the dining-room door, where the family could take their pick what +to give me. Lorraine gave me this blank-book, and told me that if I'd +write down everything that I knew about Peggy and Harry Goward and all +that stuff, she'd have Sally make me three pounds of crumbly cookies +with currants on top, in a box, to keep in my room just to eat myself, +and she wouldn't tell Alice, so I won't be selfish not to offer her any +as she won't know about it and so won't suffer. I'm going to keep them +in the extra bureau drawer where Peg puts her best party dress, so I +guess they'll be et up before anybody goes there. + +Peggy's feeling pretty sick now to dress up for parties, but I know a +thing or two that the rest don't know. Wouldn't Alice be hopping! She +always thinks she's wise to everything, and to have a thick-headed +boy-person know a whacking secret that they'd all be excited about would +make her mad enough to burst. She thinks she can read my ingrown soul +too--but I rather think I have my own interior thoughts that Miss Alice +doesn't tumble to. For instance, Dr. Denbigh. + +Golly, I forgot. Lorraine said she'd cut down the cookies if things +weren't told orderly the way they happened. So I've got to begin back. +First then, I've had the best time since Peggy got engaged that I've +ever had in my own home. Not quite as unbossed as when they sent me on +the Harris farm last summer, and I slept in the stable if I wanted to, +and nobody asked if I'd taken a bath. That was a sensible way to live, +but yet it's been unpecked at and pleasant even at home lately. You +see, with such a lot of fussing about Peggy and Harry Goward, nobody has +noticed what I did, and that, to a person with a taste for animals, +is one of the best states of living. I've gone to the table without +brushing my hair, and the puppy has slept in my bed, and I've kept a +toad behind the wash-basin for two weeks, and though Lena, the maid, +knew about it, she shut up and was decent because she didn't want to +worry mother. A toad is such an unusual creature to live with. I've got +a string to his hind leg, but yet he gets into places where you don't +expect him, and it's very interesting. Lena seemed to think it wasn't +nice to have him in the towels in the wash-stand drawer, but I didn't +care. It doesn't hurt the towels and it's cosey for the toad. + +I had a little snake--a stunner--but Lena squealed when she found him in +my collars, so I had to take him away. He looked awfully cunning inside +the collars, but Lena wouldn't stand for him, so I let well enough alone +and tried to be contented with the toad and the puppy and some June-bugs +I've got in boxes in the closet, and my lizard--next to mother, he's +my best friend--I've had him six months. I'm not sure I wouldn't rather +lose mother than him, because you can get a step-mother, but it's +awfully difficult to replace a lizard like Diogenes. I wonder if +Lorraine will think I've written too much about my animals? They're +more fun than Peggy anyway, and as for Harry Goward--golly! The toad +or lizard that couldn't be livelier than he is would be a pretty sad +animal. + +A year ago I was fishing one day away up the river, squatting under a +bush on a bank, when Peggy and Dr. Denbigh came and plumped right over +my head. They didn't see me--but it wasn't up to me. They were looking +the other way, so they didn't notice my fish-line either. They weren't +noticing much of life as it appeared to me except their personal selves. +I thought if they wouldn't disturb me I wouldn't disturb them. At first +I didn't pay attention to what they were saying, because there was a +chub and a trout together after my bait, and I naturally was excited +to see if the trout would take it. But when I'd lost both of them I had +time to listen. + +I wouldn't have believed it of Dr. Denbigh, to bother about a girl like +Peg, who can't do anything. And he's a whale, just a whale. He's six +feet-two, and strong as an ox. He went through West Point before +he degraded himself into a doctor, and he held the record there for +shot-putting, and was on the foot-ball team, and even now, when he's +very old and of course can't last long, he plays the best tennis in +Eastridge. He went to the Spanish War--quite awhile ago that was, but +yet in modern times--and he was at San Juan. You can see he's a Jim +dandy--and him to be wasting time on Peggy--it's sickening! Even for a +girl she's poor stuff. I don't mean, of course, that she's not all +right in a moral direction, and I wouldn't let anybody else abuse her. +Everybody says she's pretty, and I suppose she is, in a red-headed way, +and she's awfully kind, you know, but athletically--that's what I'm +talking about--she doesn't amount to a row of pins. She can't fish or +play tennis or ride or anything. + +Yet all the same it's true, I distinctly heard him say he loved her +better than anything on earth. I don't think he could have meant better +than Rapscallion; he's awfully fond of that horse. Probably he forgot +Rapscallion for the moment. Anyhow, Peg was sniffling and saying how she +was going back to college--it was the Easter vacation--and how she +was only a stupid girl and he would forget her. And he said he'd never +forget her one minute all his life--which was silly, for I've often +forgotten really important things. Once I forgot to stop at Lorraine's +for a tin of hot gingerbread she'd had Sally make for me to entirely eat +by myself, and Alice got it and devoured it all up, the pig! Anyway, Dr. +Denbigh said that, and then Peggy sniffled some more, and I heard him +ask her: + +“What is it, dear?” + +“Dear,” your grandmother. She said, then, why wouldn't he let her be +engaged to him like anybody else, and it was hard on a girl to have to +beg a man to be engaged, and then he laughed a little and they didn't +either of them say anything for a while, but there were soft, rustling +sounds--a trout was after my bait, so I didn't listen carefully. When I +noticed again, Dr. Denbigh was saying how he was years and years older, +and it was his duty to take care of her and not allow her to make a +mistake that might ruin her life, and he wouldn't let her hurry into +a thing she couldn't get out of, and a lot more. Peg said that forty +wasn't old, and he was young enough for her, and she was certain, +CERTAIN--I don't know what she was certain of, but she was horribly +obstinate about it. + +And then Dr. Denbigh said: “If I only dared let you, dear--if I only +dared.” + +And something about if she felt the same in two years, or a year, or +something--I can't remember all that truck--and they said the same thing +over a lot. I heard him murmur: + +“Call me Jack, just once.” + +And she murmured back, as if it was a stunt, “Jack”--and then rustlings. +I'd call him Jack all the afternoon if he liked. + +Then, after another of those still games, Peggy said, “Ow!” as if +somebody'd pinched her, and that seemed such a queer remark that I stood +up to see what they were up to. Getting to my feet I swung the line +around and the bait flopped up the bank and hit Peg square in the +mouth--I give you my word I didn't mean to, but it was awfully funny! +My! didn't she squeal bloody murder? That's what makes a person despise +Peggy. She's no sort of sport. Another time I remember I had some worms +in an envelope, and I happened to feel them in my pocket, so I pulled +out one and slid it down the back of her neck, and you'd have thought +I'd done something awful. She yelped and wriggled and cried--she +did--she actually cried. And you wouldn't believe what she finished up +by doing--she went and took a bath! A whole bath--when she didn't have +to! She can't see a joke at all. Now Alice is a horrid meddler--she and +Maria. Yet Alice is a sport, and takes her medicine. I've seen that girl +with a beetle in her hair, which I put there, keep her teeth shut and +not make a sound--only a low gurgle--until she'd got him and slung him +out of the window. Then she lammed me, I tell you--I respected her for +it too--but she couldn't now, I'm stronger. + +Oh, golly! Lorraine will cut down the cookies if I don't tell what +happened. I don't exactly know what was next, but Dr. Denbigh somehow +had me by the collar and gave me a yank, like a big dog does a little +one. + +“See here, you young limb,” he said, “I'm--I'm going to--” and then he +suddenly stopped and looked at Peggy and began to chuckle, and Peggy +laughed and turned lobster color, and put her face in her hands and just +howled. + +Of course I grinned too, and then I glanced up at him lovingly and +murmured “Jack,” just like Peggy did. + +That seemed to sober him, and he considered a minute. “Listen, Billy,” + he began, slowly; “we're in your power, but I'm going to trust you.” + +I just hooted, because there wasn't much else he could do. But he didn't +smile, only his eyes sort of twinkled. + +“Be calm, my son,” he said. “You're a gentleman, I believe, and all +I need do is to point out that what you've seen and heard is not your +secret. I'm sure you realize that it's unnecessary to ask you not to +tell. Of course, you'll never tell one word--NOT ONE WORD--” and he +glared. “That's understood, isn't it?” + +I said, “Yep,” sort of scared. He's splendidly big and arrogant, and has +that man-eating look, but he's a peach all the same. + +“Are we friends--and brothers?” he asked, and slid a look at Peg. + +“Yep,” I said again, and I meant it. + +“Shake,” said Dr. Denbigh, and we shook like two men. + +That was about all that happened that day except about my fishing. There +was a very interesting--but I suppose Lorraine wouldn't care for that. +It was a good deal of a strain on my feelings not to tell Alice, but +of course I didn't. But once in awhile I would glance up at Dr. Denbigh +trustingly and murmur “Jack,” and he would be in a fit because I'd +always do it when the family just barely couldn't hear. As soon as Peg +came home from college we skipped to the mountains, and she went back +from there to college again, and I didn't have a fair show to get rises +out of them together, and in the urgency of 'steen things like pigeons +and the new puppy, I pretty nearly forgot their love's young dream. I +didn't have a surmise that I was going to be interwoven among it like I +was. I saw Aunt Elizabeth going out with Dr. Denbigh in his machine two +or three times, but she's a regular fusser with men, and he's got a kind +heart, so I wasn't wise to anything in that. The day Peg came home for +Christmas she was singing like the blue canaries down in the parlor, +and I happened to pass Aunt Elizabeth's door and she was lacing up her +shoes. + +“Oh, Billy, ask Peggy if she doesn't want to go for a walk, will you? +There's a lamb,” she called to me. + +So I happened to have intelligence from pristine sources that they went +walking. And after that Peg had a grouch on and was off her feed the +rest of the vacation--nobody knew why--I didn't myself, even, and it +didn't occur to me that Aunt Elizabeth had probably been rubbing it +in how well she knew Dr. Denbigh. The last day Peggy was home, at the +table, they were chaffing Aunt Elizabeth about him, the way grown-ups +do, instead of talking about the facts of life and different kinds of +horse-feed, which is important in the winter. And I heard mother say in +a “sort-of-vochy” tone to Peggy: + +“They really seem to be fond of each other. Perhaps there may be an +engagement to write you about, Peggy.” + +I thought to myself that mother didn't know that Dr. Denbigh was +prejudiced to being engaged, but I didn't say anything--it's wise not to +say anything to your family beyond the necessary jargon of living. Peggy +seemed to think the same, for she didn't answer a syllabus, but after +dropping her glass of water into the fried potatoes which Lena was +kindly handing to her, she jumped and scooted. A few minutes later +I wanted her to sew a sail on a boat, so I tried her door and it was +locked, and then I knocked and she took an awfully long time simply to +open that door, and when she did her eyes were red and she was shivering +as if she was cold. + +“Oh, Billy, Billy!” she said, and then, of all things, she grabbed me +and kissed me. + +I wriggled loose, and I said: “Sew up this sail for me, will you? +Hustle!” + +But she didn't pay attention. “Oh, Billy, be a little good to me!” she +said. “I'm so wretched, and nobody knows but you. Oh, Billy--he likes +somebody better than me!” + +“Who does?” I asked. “Father?” + +She half laughed, a sort of sickly laugh. “No, Billy. Not +father--he--Jack--Dr. Denbigh. Oh, you know. Billy! You heard what +mother said.” + +“O--o--oh!” I answered her, in a contemplating slowness. “Oh--that's so! +Do you mind if he gets engaged to Aunt Elizabeth?” + +“Do--I--MIND?” said Peggy, as if she was astonished. “Mind? Billy, I'll +love him till I die. It would break my heart.” + +“Oh no, it wouldn't,” I told her, because I thought I'd sort of comfort +her. “That's truck. You can't break muscles just by loving. But I know +how you feel, because that's the way I felt when father gave that Irish +setter to the Tracys.” + +She went on chattering her teeth as if she was cold, so I put the +table-cover around her. “You dear Billy,” she said. But that was stuff. + +“I wouldn't bother,” I said. “Likely he's forgotten about you. I often +forget things myself.” That didn't seem to comfort her, for she began to +sob out loud. “Oh, now. Peg, don't cry,” I observed to her. “He probably +likes Aunt Elizabeth better than you, don't you see? I think she's +prettier, myself. And, of course, she's a lot cleverer. She tells funny +stories and makes people laugh; you never do that--You're a good sort, +but quiet and not much fun, don't you see? Maybe he got plain tired of +you.” + +But instead of being cheered up by my explaining things, she put her +head on the table and just yowled. Girls are a queer species. + +“You're cruel, cruel!” she sobbed out, and you bet that surprised me--me +that was comforting her for all I was worth! I patted her on the back +of the neck, and thought hard what other soothings I could squeeze out. +Then I had an idea. “Tell you what, Peg,” I said, “it's too darned bad +of Dr. Denbigh, if he just did it for meanness, when you haven't done +anything to him. But maybe he got riled because you begged him so to let +you be engaged to him. Of course a man doesn't want to be bothered--if +he wants to get engaged he wants to, and if he doesn't want to he +doesn't, and that's all. I think probably Dr. Denbigh was afraid you'd +be at him again when you came home, so he hurried up and snatched Aunt +Elizabeth.” + +Peggy lifted her face and stared at me. She was a sight, with her eyes +all bunged up and her cheeks sloppy. “You think he IS engaged to her, do +you, Billy?” she asked me. + +Her voice sort of shook, and I thought I'd better settle it for her one +way or the other, so I nodded and said, “Wouldn't be surprised,” and +then, if you'll believe it, that girl got angry--at ME. “Billy, +you're brutal--you're like any other man-thing--cold-blooded and +faithless--and--” And she began choking--choking again, and I was +disgusted and cleared out. + +I was glad when she went off to college, because, though she's a +kind-hearted girl, she was so peevish and untalkative it made me tired. +I think people ought to be cheerful around their own homes. But the +family didn't seem to see it; there are such a lot of us that you have +to blow a trumpet before you get any special notice--except me, when +I don't wash my hands. Yet, what's the use of washing your hands when +you're certain to get them dirty again in five minutes? + +Well, then, awhile ago Peggy wrote she was engaged to Harry Goward, and +there was great excitement in the happy home. My people are mobile in +their temperatures, anyway--a little thing stirs them up. I thought it +was queerish, but I didn't know but Peggy had changed her mind about +loving Dr. Denbigh till she died. I should think that was too long +myself. I was busy getting my saddle mended and a new bridle, so I +didn't have time for gossip. + +Harry came to visit the family, and the minute I inspected him over I +knew he was a sissy. If you'll believe me, that grown-up man can't chin +himself. He sings and paints apple blossoms, but he fell three-cornered +over a fence that I vaulted. He may be fascinating, as Lorraine says, +but he isn't worth saving, in my judgments. I said so to Dr. Denbigh one +day when he picked me up in his machine and brought me home from school, +and he was sympathetic and asked intelligent questions--at least, some +of them were; some of them were just slow remarks about if Peggy +seemed to be very happy, and that sort of stuff that doesn't have any +foundations. I told him particularly that I like automobiles, and he +thought a minute, and then said: + +“If you were going to be playing near the Whitman station to-morrow I'd +pick you up and take you on a twenty-mile spin. I'm lunching with some +people near Whitman, and going on to Elmville.” + +“Oh, pickles!” said I. “Will you, really? Of course, I'll be there. +I'll drive over with the expressman--he's a friend of mine--right after +lunch,” I said, “and I'll wait around the station for you.” + +So I did that, and while I was waiting I saw Aunt Elizabeth coming--I +saw her first, so I hid--I was afraid if she saw me she'd find out I +was going with Dr. Denbigh and snatch him herself. I heard her sending +a crazy telegram to Harry Goward, and then I forgot all about it until I +wanted to distract Alice's mind off some cookies that I'd accumulated at +Lorraine's house. Alice is a pig. She never lets me stuff in peace. So I +told her about the telegram--I knew Alice would be perturbed with that. +She just loves to tell things, but she made me tell Peggy, and there was +a hullabaloo promptly. Nobody confided a word to me, and I didn't care +much, but I saw them all whispering in low tones and being very busy +about it, and Peg looking madder than a goat, and I guessed that Alice +had made me raise Cain. + +Now, I've got to back up and start over. Golly! it's harder than you'd +think just to write down things the way they happened, like I promised +Lorraine. Let's see--Oh yes, of course--about Dr. Denbigh and the +bubble. I was in a fit for fear dear Aunt Elizabeth would linger around +till the doctor came, and then somehow I'd be minus one drive in a +machine. She didn't; she cleared out with solidity and despatch, and my +Aurora, as the school-teacher would say, came in his whirling car, and +in I popped, and we had a corking time. He let me drive a little. You +see, the machine is a--Oh, well, Lorraine said, specially, I was not to +describe automobiles. That seems such a stupid restrictiveness, but it's +a case of cookies, so I'll cut that out. + +There really wasn't much else to tell, only that Dr. Denbigh started +right in and raked out the inmost linings of my soul about Peggy and +Harry Goward. It wasn't exactly cross-examination, because he wasn't +cross, yet he fired the questions at me like a cannon, and I answered +quick, you bet. Dr. Denbigh knows what he wants, and he means to get it. +Just by accident toward the last I let out about that day in the winter +when they were chaffing Aunt Elizabeth at the table about him, and how +he'd taken her out in the machine, and how mother had said there might +be an engagement to write Peggy about. + +“Oh!” said Dr. Denbigh. “Oh!--oh!” + +Funny, the way he went on saying, “Oh! Oh!” + +I thought if that interested him he might like to hear about Peg +throwing a fit in her room after, so I told him that, and how I tried +to comfort her, and how unreasonable she was. And what do you suppose +he said? He looked at me a minute with his eyebrows away down, and his +mouth jammed together, and then he brought out: + +“You little devil!” + +That's not the worst he said, either. I guess mother wouldn't let me go +out with him if she knew he used profanity--Maria wouldn't, anyway. I +have decided I won't tell them. It's the only time I ever caught him. +The other thing is this. He said to himself--but out loud--I think he +had forgotten me: “So they made her believe I liked her aunt better.” + And then, in a minute: “She said it would break her heart--bless her!” + And two or three other interlocutory remarks like that, meaning nothing +in particular. And then all of a sudden he brought his fist down on +his knee with a bang and said, “Damn Aunt Elizabeth!”--not loud, but +compressed and explodingly, you know. I looked at him, and he said: “Beg +pardon. Billy. Your aunt's a very charming woman, but I mean it. I only +asked her to go out with me because she talked more about Peggy than +anybody else would,” he went on. + +I thought a minute, and put two and two together pretty quick. “You mind +about Peggy's being engaged to Harry Goward, don't you?” I asked him; +for I saw right through him then. + +He looked queer. “Yes, I mind,” he said. + +“But you wouldn't be engaged to her yourself,” I propounded to him; and +he grinned, and said something about more things in heaven and earth, +and called me Horatio. I reckon he got struck crazy a minute. And then +he made me tell him further what Peggy said and what I said, and he +laughed that time about my comforting her, though I don't see why. It +doesn't pay to give up important things, to be kind and thoughtful in +this world--nobody appreciates it, and you are sure to be sorry you +took the time. When I got up-stairs, after comforting Peggy, my toad had +jumped in the water-pitcher and got about drowned--he never was the same +toad after--and if I hadn't stopped in Peg's room to do good it wouldn't +have happened. And Dr. Denbigh laughed at me besides. However, for an +old chap of forty, he's a peach. I'm not kicking at Dr. Denbigh. + +Then let's see--(It makes me tired to go on writing this stuff--I wish +I was through. But the cookies! I see a vision of a mountain range of +cookies with currants on them--crumbly cookies. Up and at it again for +me!) + +The next stunt I had a shy at was a letter that Harry Goward asked Alice +to give Peggy, and Alice gave it to me because she was up to something +else just that minute. She didn't look at the address, but you bet your +sweet life I did, when I heard it was from Harry Goward. I saw it was +addressed to Peg. Then I stuffed it in my pocket and plain forgot, +because I was in a hurry to go fishing with Sid Tracy. I put a chub on +top of it that I wanted to keep for bait, and when I pulled it out--the +letter--the chub hadn't helped much. The envelope was a little slimy. I +said: “Gee!” + +Sid said: “What's that?” + +“A letter to my sister from that chump. Harry Goward,” said I. “I've got +to take it to her. Looks pretty sad now.” + +Sid didn't like Harry Goward any more than I did, because he'd borrowed +Sid's best racket and left it out in the rain, and then just laughed. So +he said: “Not sad enough. Give it to me. I'll fix it.” + +He had some molasses candy that he'd bit, and he rubbed that over it +a little, and then suddenly we heard Alice calling, and he crammed the +letter in his pocket, candy and all, and there were some other things +in there that stuck to it. We were so rattled when Alice appeared and +demanded that very letter in her lordly way that I forgot if I had it +or Sid, and I went all through my clothes looking for it, and then Sid +found it in his, and, oh, my! Miss Alice turned up her nose when she saw +it. It did look smudgy. + +Sid hurriedly scrubbed it with his handkerchief, but even that didn't +really make it clean, and by that time you couldn't read the address. +Alice didn't ask me if I'd read it, or I'd have told her. + +There was a fuss afterward in the family, but I kept clear of it. I +wouldn't have time to get through what I have to do if I attended to +their fusses, so all I knew was that it had something to do with that +letter. All the family were taking trains, like a procession, for two or +three days. I don't know why, so Lorraine can't expect me to write that +down. + +There's only one other event of great signification that I know about, +and nobody knows that except me and Dr. Denbigh and Peggy. It was this +way. The doctor saw me on the street one afternoon--I can't remember +what day it was--and stopped his machine and motioned to me to get in. +You bet I got. He shook hands with me just the way he would with father, +and not as if I were a contemptible puppy. + +“Billy, my son, I want you to do something for me,” he said. + +“All right,” said I. + +“I've got to see Peggy,” he went on. “I've got to!” And he looked as +fierce as a circus tiger. “I can't sit still and not lift a finger +and let this wretched business go on. I won't lose her for any silly +scruples.” + +I didn't know what he was driving at, but I said, “I wouldn't, either,” + in a sympathetic manner. + +“I've got to see her!” he fired at me again. + +“Yep,” I said. “She's up at the house now. Come on.” But that didn't +suit him. He explained that she wouldn't look at him when the others +were around, and that she slid off and wormed out of his way, so he +couldn't get at her, anyhow. Just like a girl, wasn't it--not to face +the music? Well, anyway, he'd cooked up a plan that he wanted me to do, +and I promised I would. He wanted me to get Peggy to go up the river to +their former spooning-resort (only he put it differently), and he would +be there waiting and make Peggy talk to him, which he seemed to desire +more than honey in the honeycomb. + +Lovers are a strange animal. I may be foolish, but I prefer toads. With +them you can tie a string around the hind leg, and you have got them. +But with lovers it's all this way one day and upside down the next, and +wondering what's hurt the feelings of her, and if he's got tired of +you, and polyandering around to get interviews up rivers when you could +easier sit on the piazza and talk--and all such. It seems to me that +things would go a lot simpler if everybody would cut out most of the +feelings department, and just eat their meals and look after their +animals and play all they get time for, and then go to sleep quietly. +Fussing is such a depravity. But they wouldn't do what I said, not if I +told them, so I lie low and think. + +Next morning I harnessed the pony in the cart and said, “Peg--take a +drive with me--come on,” and Peg looked grattyfied, and mother said +I was a dear, thoughtful child, and grandma said it would do the girl +good, and I was a noble lad. So I got encombiums all round for once. +Only Aunt Elizabeth--she looked thoughtful. + +I rattled Hotspur--that's the pony--out to the happy hunting-ground +by the river, till I saw Dr. Denbigh's gray cap behind a bush, and I +rightly argued that his manly form was hitched onto it, for he arose up +in his might as I stopped the cart. Peggy gasped and said, “Oh--oh! We +must go home. Oh, Billy, drive on!” Which Billy didn't do, not so +you'd notice it. Then the doctor said, in his I-am-the-Ten-Commandments +manner, “Get out, Peggy,” and held his hand. + +And Peggy said, “I won't--I can't,” and immediately did, the goose. + +Then he looked at me in a funny, fierce way he has, with his eyebrows +away down, only you know he's pleasant because his eyes jiggle. + +“Billy, my son,” he said, “will you kindly deprive us of the light of +your presence for one hour by the clock? Here's my timepiece--one hour. +Go!” And he gave Hotspur a slap so he leaped. + +Dr. Denbigh is the most different person from Harry Goward I know. + +Well, I drove round by the Red Bridge, and was gone an hour and twelve +minutes, and I thought they'd be missing me and in a fit to get home, so +I just raced Hotspur the last mile. + +“I'm awfully sorry I'm so late,” said I. “I got looking at some pigs, so +I forgot. I'm sorry,” said I. + +Peg looked up at me as if she couldn't remember who I was, and inquired, +wonderingly: “Is it an hour yet?” + +And Dr. Denbigh said, “Great Scott! boy, you needn't have hurried!” + +That's lovers all over. + +And they hadn't finished yet, if you'll believe me. Dr. Denbigh went on +talking as they stood up, just as if I wasn't living. “You won't promise +me?” he asked her. + +And she said: “Oh, Jack, how can I? I don't know what to do--but I'm +engaged to him--that's a solemn thing.” + +“Solemn nonsense,” said the doctor. “You don't love him--you never +did--you never could. Be a woman, dearest, and end this wretched mess.” + +“I never would have thought I loved him if I hadn't believed I'd lost +you,” Peggy ruminated to herself. “But I must think--” As if she hadn't +thunk for an hour! + +“How long must you think?” the doctor fired at her. + +“Don't be cross at me,” said she, like a baby, and that big capable man +picked up her hand and kissed it--shame on him! + +“No, no, dear,” he said, as meek as pie. “I'll wait--only you MUST +decide the right way, and remember that I'm waiting, and that it's +hard.” + +Then he put her into the cart clingingly--I'd have chucked her--and I +leaned over toward him the last thing and threw my head lovingly on one +side and rolled my eyes up and murmured at him, “Good-bye, Jack,” and +started Hotspur before he could hit me. + +Now, thank the stars, there's just one or two little items more that +I've got to write. One is what I heard mother tell father when they were +on the front piazza alone, and I was teaching the puppy to beg, right in +sight of them on the grass. They think I'm an earless freak, maybe. She +told him that dear Peggy was growing into such a strong, splendid woman; +that she'd been talking to her, and she thought the child would be able +to give up her weak, vacillating lover with hardly a pang, because she +realized that he was unworthy of her; that Peg had said she couldn't +marry a man she didn't admire--and wasn't that noble of her? Noble, your +grandmother--to give up a perfect lady like Harry Goward, when she's got +a real man up her sleeve! I'd have made them sit up and take notice if +I hadn't promised not to tell. Which reminds me that I ought to explain +how I got Dr. Denbigh to let me write this for Lorraine. I put it to him +strongly, you see, about the cookies, and at first he said. + +“Not on your life! Not in a thousand years!” And then-- + +But what's the use of writing that? Lorraine is on to all that. But, my +pickles! won't there be a circus when Alice finds out that I've known +things she didn't! Won't Alice be hopping--gee! + + + + +XI. PEGGY, by Alice Brown + +“Remember,” said Charles Edward--he had run in for a minute on his way +home from the office where he has been clearing out his desk, “for good +and all,” he tells us--“remember, next week will see us out of this land +of the free and home of the talkative.” He meant our sailing. I shall be +glad to be with him and Lorraine. “And whatever you do. Peg, don't talk, +except to mother. Talk to her all you want to. Mother has the making of +a woman in her. If mother'd been a celibate, she'd have been, also, a +peach.” + +“But I don't want to talk,” said I. “I don't want to talk to anybody.” + +“Good for you,” said Charles Edward. “Now I'll run along.” + +I sat there on the piazza watching him, thinking he'd been awfully good +to me, and feeling less bruised, somehow, than I do when the rest of the +family advise me--except mother! And I saw him stop, turn round as if he +were coming back, and then settle himself and plant his feet wide apart, +as he does when the family question him about business. Then I saw +somebody in light blue through the trees, and I knew it was Aunt +Elizabeth. Alice was down in the hammock reading and eating cookies, and +she saw her, too. Alice threw the book away and got her long legs out +of the hammock and ran. I thought she was coming into the house to hide +from Aunt Elizabeth. That's what we all do the first minute, and then +we recover ourselves and go down and meet her. But Alice dropped on her +knees by my chair and threw her arms round me. + +“Forgive, Peggy,” she moaned. “Oh, forgive!” + +I saw she had on my fraternity pin, and I thought she meant that. So I +said, “You can wear it today”; but she only hugged me the tighter and +ran on in a rigmarole I didn't understand. + +“She's coming, and she'll get it out of Lorraine, and they'll all be +down on us.” + +Charles Edward and Aunt Elizabeth stood talking together, and just then +I saw her put her hand on his shoulder. + +“She's trying to come round him,” said Alice. + +I began to see she was really in earnest now. “He's squirming. Oh, +Peggy, maybe she's found it out some way, and she's telling him, and +they'll tell you, and you'll think I am false as hell!” + +I knew she didn't mean anything by that word, because whenever she says +such things they're always quotations. She began to cry real tears. + +“It was Billy put it into my head,” said she, “and Lorraine put it +into his. Lorraine wanted him to write out exactly what he knew, and he +didn't know anything except about the telegram and how the letter got +wuzzled, and I told him I'd help him write it as it ought to be 'if life +were a banquet and beauty were wine'; but I told him we must make him +say in it how he'd got to conceal it from me, or they'd think we got it +up together. So I wrote it,” said Alice, “and Billy copied it.” + +Perhaps I wasn't nice to the child, for I couldn't listen to her. I was +watching Charles Edward and Aunt Elizabeth, and saying to myself +that mother'd want me to sit still and meet Aunt Elizabeth when she +came--“like a good girl,” as she used to say to me when I was little and +begged to get out of hard things. Alice went on talking and gasping. + +“Peg,” she said, “he's perfectly splendid--Dr. Denbigh is.” + +“Yes, dear,” said I, “he's very nice.” + +“I've adored him for years,” said Alice. “I could trust him with my +whole future. I could trust him with yours.” + +Then I laughed. I couldn't help it. And Alice was hurt, for some reason, +and got up and held her head high and went into the house. And Aunt +Elizabeth came up the drive, and that is how she found me laughing. She +had on a lovely light-blue linen. Nobody wears such delicate shades as +Aunt Elizabeth. I remember, one day, when she came in an embroidered +pongee over Nile-green, father groaned, and grandmother said: “What is +it, Cyrus? Have you got a pain?” “Yes,” said father, “the pain I always +have when I see sheep dressed lamb fashion.” Grandmother laughed, but +mother said: “Sh!” Mother's dear. + +This time Aunt Elizabeth had on a great picture-hat with light-blue +ostrich plumes; it was almost the shape of her lavender one that Charles +Edward said made her look like a coster's bride. When she bent over me +and put both arms around me the plumes tickled my ear. I think that was +why I was so cross. I wriggled away from her and said: “Don't!” + +Aunt Elizabeth spoke quite solemnly. “Dear child!” she said, “you are +broken, indeed.” + +And I began to feel again just as I had been feeling, as if I were in a +show for everybody to look at, and I found I was shaking all over, and +was angry with myself because of it. She had drawn up a chair, and she +held both my hands. + +“Peggy,” said she, “haven't you been to the hospital to see that poor +dear boy?” + +I didn't have to answer, for there was a whirl on the gravel, and Billy, +on his bicycle, came riding up with the mail. He threw himself off his +wheel and plunged up the steps as he always does, pretended to tickle +his nose with Aunt Elizabeth's feathers as he passed behind her, and +whispered to me: “Shoot the hat!” But he had heard Aunt Elizabeth asking +if I were not going to see that poor dear boy, and he said, as if he +couldn't help it: + +“Huh! I guess if she did she wouldn't get in. His mother's walking up +and down front of the hospital when she ain't with him, and she's got +a hook nose and white hair done up over a roll and an eye-glass on a +stick, and I guess there won't be no nimps and shepherdesses get by +HER.” + +Aunt Elizabeth stood and thought for a minute, and her eyes looked as +they do when she stares through you and doesn't see you at all. Alice +asked Charles Edward once if he thought she was sorrowing o'er the past +when she had that look, and he said: “Bless you, chile, no more than a +gentle industrious spider. She's spinning a web.” But in a minute mother +had stepped out on the piazza, and I felt as if she had come to my +rescue. It was the way she used to come when I broke my doll or tore my +skirt. But we didn't look at each other, mother and I. We didn't mean +Aunt Elizabeth should see there was anything to rescue me from. Aunt +Elizabeth turned to mother, and seemed to pounce upon her. + +“Ada,” said she, “has my engagement been announced?” + +“Not to my knowledge,” said mother. She spoke with a great deal +of dignity. “I understood that the name of the gentleman had been +withheld.” + +“Withheld!” repeated Aunt Elizabeth. “What do you mean by 'withheld'? +Billy, whom are those letters for?” + +In spite of ourselves mother and I started. Letters have begun to seem +rather tragic to us. + +“One's the gas-bill,” said Billy, “and one's for you.” Aunt Elizabeth +took the large, square envelope and tore it open. Then she looked at +mother and smiled a little and tossed her head. + +“This is from Lyman Wilde,” said she. + +I thought I had never seen Aunt Elizabeth look so young. It must have +meant something more to mother than it did to me, for she stared at her +a minute very seriously. + +“I am truly glad for you, Elizabeth,” she said. Then she turned to me. +“Daughter,” said she, “I shall need you about the salad.” + +She smiled at me and went in. I knew what that meant. She was giving +me a chance to follow her, if I needed to escape. But there was hardly +time. I was at the door when Aunt Elizabeth rustled after so quickly +that it sounded like a flight. There on the piazza she put her arms +about me. + +“Child!” she whispered. “Child! Verlassen! Verlassen!” + +I drew away a little and looked at her. Then I thought: “Why, she is +old!” But I hadn't understood. I knew the word was German, and I hadn't +taken that in the elective course. + +“What is it. Aunt Elizabeth?” I asked. I had a feeling I mustn't leave +her. She smiled a little--a queer, sad smile. + +“Peggy,” said she, “I want you to read this letter.” She gave it to me. +It was written on very thick gray paper with rough edges, and there was +a margin of two inches at the left. The handwriting was beautiful, only +not very clear, and when I had puzzled over it for a minute she snatched +it back again. + +“I'll read it to you,” said she. + +Well, I thought it was a most beautiful letter. The gentleman said +she had always been the ideal of his life. He owed everything--and by +everything he meant chiefly his worship of beauty--to her. He asked +her to accept his undying devotion, and to believe that, however far +distance and time should part them, he was hers and hers only. He said +he looked back with ineffable contempt upon the days when he had hoped +to build a nest and see her beside him there. Now he had reached the +true empyrean, and he could only ask to know that she, too, was winging +her bright way into regions where he, in another life, might follow and +sing beside her in liquid, throbbing notes to pierce the stars. He +ended by saying that he was not very fit--the opera season had been +a monumental experience this year--and he was taking refuge with an +English brotherhood to lead, for a time, a cloistered life instinct +with beauty and its worship, but that there as everywhere he was hers +eternally. How glad I was of the verbal memory I have been so often +praised for! I knew almost every word of that lovely letter by heart +after the one reading. I shall never forget it. + +“Well?” said Aunt Elizabeth. She was looking at me, and again I saw how +long it must have been since she was young. “Well, what do you think of +it?” + +I told the truth. “Oh,” said I, “I think it's a beautiful letter!” + +“You do!” said Aunt Elizabeth. “Does it strike you as being a +love-letter!” + +I couldn't answer fast enough. “Why, Aunt Elizabeth,” I said, “he tells +you so. He says he loves you eternally. It's beautiful!” + +“You fool!” said Aunt Elizabeth. “You pink-cheeked little fool! You +haven't opened the door yet--not any door, not one of them--oh, you +happy, happy fool!” She called through the window (mother was arranging +flowers there for tea): “Ada, you must telephone the Banner. My +engagement is not to be announced.” Then she turned to me. “Peggy'” said +she, in a low voice, as if mother was not to hear, “to-morrow you must +drive with me to Whitman.” + +Something choked me in my throat: either fear of her or dread of what +she meant to make me do. But I looked into her face and answered +with all the strength I had: “Aunt Elizabeth, I sha'n't go near the +hospital.” + +“Don't you think it's decent for you to call on Mrs. Goward?” she asked. + +She gave me a little shake. It made me angry. “It may be decent,” I +said, “but I sha'n't do it.” + +“Very well,” said Aunt Elizabeth. Her voice was sweet again. “Then I +must do it for you. Nobody asks you to see Harry himself. I'll run in +and have a word with him--but, Peggy, you simply must pay your respects +to Mrs. Goward.” + +“No! no! no!” I heard myself answering, as if I were in some strange +dream. Then I said: “Why, it would be dreadful! Mother wouldn't let me!” + +Aunt Elizabeth came closer and put her hands on my shoulders. She has +a little fragrance about her, not like flowers, but old laces, perhaps, +that have been a long time in a drawer with orris and face-powder and +things. “Peggy,” said she, “never tell your mother I asked you.” + +I felt myself stiffen. She was whispering, and I saw she meant it. + +“Oh, Peggy! don't tell your mother. She is not--not simpatica. I might +lose my home here, my only home. Peggy, promise me.” + +“Daughter!” mother was calling from the dining-room. + +I slipped away from Aunt Elizabeth's hands. “I promise,” said I. “You +sha'n't lose your home.” + +“Daughter!” mother called again, and I went in. + +That night at supper nobody talked except father and mother, and they +did every minute, as if they wanted to keep the rest of us from speaking +a word. It was all about the Works. Father was describing some new +designs he had accepted, and telling how Charles Edward said they would +do very well for the trimmings of a hearse, and mother coughed and said +Charles Edward's ideas were always good, and father said not where the +market was concerned. Aunt Elizabeth had put on a white dress, and I +thought she looked sweet, because she was sad and had made her face +quite pale; but I was chiefly busy in thinking how to escape before +anybody could talk to me. It doesn't seem safe nowadays to speak a word, +because we don't know where it will lead us. Alice, too, looked pale, +poor child! and kept glancing at me in a way that made me so sorry. I +wanted to tell her I didn't care about her pranks and Billy's, whatever +they were. And whatever she had written, it was sure to be clever. The +teacher says Alice has a positive genius for writing, and before +many years she'll be in all the magazines. When supper was over I ran +up-stairs to my room. I sat down by the window in the dark and wondered +when the moon would rise. I felt excited--as if something were going to +happen. And in spite of all the dreadful things that had happened to us, +and might keep on happening, I felt as if I could die with joy. There +were steps on the porch below my window. I heard father's voice. + +“That's ridiculous, Elizabeth,” he said--“ridiculous! If it's a good +thing for other girls to go to college, it's been a good thing for her.” + +“Ah,” said Aunt Elizabeth, “but is it a good thing?” + +Then I knew they were talking about me, and I put my fingers in my ears +and said the Latin prepositions. I have been talked about enough. +They may talk, but I won't hear. By-and-by I took my fingers out and +listened. They had gone in, and everything was still. Then I began to +think it over. Was it a bad thing for me to go to college? I'm different +from what I was three years ago, but I should have been different if I'd +stayed at home. For one thing, I'm not so shy. I remember the first day +I came out of a class-room and Stillman Dane walked up to me and said; +“So you're Charlie Ned's sister!” I couldn't look at him. I stood +staring down at my note-book, and now I should say, quite calmly: “Oh, +you must be Mr. Dane? I believe you teach psychology.” But I stood and +stared. I believe I looked at my hands for a while and wished I hadn't +got ink on my forefinger--and he had to say: “I'm the psychology man. +Charlie Ned and I were college friends. He wrote me about you.” But +though I didn't look at him that first time, I thought he had the +kindest voice that ever was--except mother's--and perhaps that was why +I selected psychology for my specialty. I was afraid I might be stupid, +and I knew he was kind. And then came that happy time when I was getting +acquainted with everybody, and Mr. Dane was always doing things for me. +“I'm awfully fond of Charlie Ned, you know,” he told me. “You must let +me take his place.” Then Mr. Goward told me all those things at the +dance, how he had found life a bitter waste, how he had been betrayed +over and over by the vain and worldly, and how his heart was dead and +nobody could bring it to life but me. He said I was his fate and his +guiding-star, and since love was a mutual flame that meant he was my +fate, too. But it seemed as if that were the beginning of all my bad +luck, for about that time Stillman Dane was different, and one day he +stopped me in the yard when I was going to chapel. + +“Miss Peggy,” said he, “don't let's quarrel.” + +He held out his hand, and I gave him mine quickly. + +“No,” said I, “I'm not quarrelling.” + +“I want to ask you something,” said he. “You must answer, truly. If +I have a friend and she's doing something foolish, should I tell her? +Should I write to her brother and tell him?” + +“Why,” said I, “do you mean me?” Then I understood. “You think I'm not +doing very well in my psychology,” I said. “You think I've made a wrong +choice.” I looked at him then. I never saw him look just so. He had my +hand, and now I took it away. But he wouldn't talk about the psychology. + +“Peggy,” said he, “do your people know Goward?” + +“They will in vacation,” I said. “He's going home with me. We're +engaged, you know.” + +“Oh!” said he. “Oh! Then it is true. Let him meet Charles Edward at +once, will you? Tell Charles Edward I particularly want him to know +Goward.” His voice sounded sharp and quick, and he turned away and left +me. But I didn't give his message to Charles Edward, and somehow, I +don't know why, I didn't talk about him after I came home. “Dane never +wrote me whether he looked you up,” said Charles Edward one day. “Not +very civil of him.” But even then I couldn't tell him. Mr. Dane is one +of the people I never can talk about as if they were like everybody +else. Perhaps that is because he is so kind in a sort of intimate, +beautiful way. And when I went back after vacation he had resigned, and +they said he had inherited some money and gone away, and after he went +I never understood the psychology at all. Mr. Goward used to laugh at +me for taking it, only he said I could get honors in anything, my verbal +memory is so good. But I told him, and it is true, that the last part of +the book is very dull. While I was going over all this, still with that +strange excited feeling of happiness, I heard Aunt Elizabeth's voice +from below. She was calling, softly: “Peggy! Peggy! Are you up there?” + +I got on my feet just as quietly as I could, and slipped through +mother's room and down the back stairs. Mother was in the vegetable +garden watering the transplanted lettuce. I ran out to her. “Mother,” I +said, “may I go over to Lorraine's and spend the night?” + +“Yes, lamb,” said mother. That's a good deal for mother to say. + +“I'll run over now,” I told her. “I won't stop to take anything. +Lorraine will give me a nightie.” + +I went through the vegetable garden to the back gate and out into the +street. There I drew a long breath. I don't know what I thought Aunt +Elizabeth could do to me, but I felt safe. Then--I could laugh at it +all, because it seems as if I must have been sort of crazy that night--I +began to run as if I couldn't get there fast enough. But when I got +to the steps I heard Lorraine laughing, and I stopped to listen to see +whether any one was there. + +“I tell Peter,” said she, “that it's his opportunity. Don't you remember +the Great Magician's story of the man who was always afraid he should +miss his opportunity? And the opportunity came, and, sure enough, the +man didn't know it, and it slipped by. Well, that mustn't be Peter.” + +“It musn't be any of us,” said a voice. “Things are mighty critical, +though. It's as if everybody, the world and the flesh and the Whole +Family, had been blundering round and setting their feet down as near as +they could to a flower. But the flower isn't trampled yet. We'll build +a fence round it.” My heart beat so fast that I had to put my hand +over it. I wondered if I were going to have heart-failure, and I knew +grandmother would say, “Digitalis!” When I thought of that I laughed, +and Lorraine called out, “Who's there?” She came to the long window. +“Why, Peggy, child,” said she, “come in.” She had me by the hand and +led me forward. They got up as I stepped in, Charles Edward and Stillman +Dane. Then I knew why I was glad. If Stillman Dane had been here +all these dreadful things would not have happened, because he is +a psychologist, and he would have understood everybody at once and +influenced them before they had time to do wrong. + +“Jove!” said Charles Edward. “Don't you look handsome, Peg!” + +“Goose!” said Lorraine, as if she wanted him to be still. “A good neat +girl is always handsome. There's an epigram for you. And Peggy's hair is +loose in three places. Let me fix it for you, child.” + +So we all laughed, and Lorraine pinned me up in a queer, tender way, as +if she were mother dress-me for something important, and we sat down, +and began to talk about college. I am afraid Stillman Dane and I did +most of the talking, for Lorraine and Charles Edward looked at each +other and smiled a little, in a fashion they have, as if they understood +each other, and Lorraine got up to show him the bag she had bought that +day for the steamer; and while she was holding it out to him and asking +him if it cost too much, she stopped short and called out, sharply, +“Who's there?” I laughed. “Lorraine has the sharpest ears,” I said. +“Ears!” said Lorraine. “It isn't ears. I smell orris. She's coming. Mr. +Dane, will you take Peggy out of that window into the garden? Don't yip, +either of you, while you're within gunshot, and don't appear till I tell +you.” + +“Lorraine!” came a voice, softly, from the front walk. It was Aunt +Elizabeth. She has a way of calling to announce herself in a sweet, +cooing tone. I said to Charles Edward once it was like a dove, and he +said: “No, my child, not doves, but woodcock.” Alice giggled and called +out, quite loudly, '“Springes to catch woodcock!'” And he shook his head +at her and said, “You all-knowing imp! isn't even Shakespeare hidden +from you?” But now the voice didn't sound sweet to me at all, because +I wanted to get away. We rose at the same minute, Mr. Dane and I, and +Lorraine seemed to waft us from the house on a kind little wind. At +the foot of the steps we stopped for fear the gravel should crunch, and +while we waited for Aunt Elizabeth to go in the other way I looked at +Mr. Dane to see if he wanted to laugh as much as I. He did. His eyes +were full of fun and pleasure, and he gave me a little nod, as if we +were two children going to play a game we knew all about. Then I heard +Aunt Elizabeth's voice inside. It was low and broken--what Charles +Edward called once her “come-and-comfort-me” voice. + +“Dears,” said she, “you are going abroad?” + +“Yes,” Charles Edward answered. “Yes, it looks that way now.” + +“Yes,” said Lorraine, rather sharply, I thought, as if she meant to show +him he ought to be more decisive, “we are.” + +“Dears,” Aunt Elizabeth went on, “will you take me with you?” + +Mr. Dane started as if he meant to go back into the house. I must have +started, too, and my heart beat hard. There was a silence of a minute, +two minutes, three perhaps. Then I heard Charles Edward speak, in a +voice I didn't know he had. + +“No, Aunt Elizabeth, no. Not so you'd notice it.” + +Mr. Dane gave a nod as if he were relieved, and we both began tiptoeing +down the path in the dark. But it wasn't dark any more. The moon was +coming through the locust-trees, and I smelled the lindens by the wall. +“Oh,” I said, “it's summer, isn't it? I don't believe I've thought of +summer once this year.” + +“Yes,” said he, “and there never was a summer such as this is going to +be.” + +I knew he was very athletic, but I don't believe I'd thought how much +he cared for out-of-doors. “Come down here,” I said. “This is Lorraine's +jungle. There's a seat in it, and we can smell the ferns.” + +Charles Edward had been watering the garden, and everything was sweet. +Thousands of odors came out such as I never smelled before. And all +the time the moon was rising. After we had sat there awhile, talking a +little about college, about my trip abroad, I suddenly found I could not +go on. There were tears in my eyes. I felt as if so good a friend ought +to know how I had behaved--for I must have been very weak and silly to +make such a mistake. He ought to hear the worst about me. “Oh,” I said, +“do you know what happened to me?” + +He made a little movement toward me with both hands. Then he took them +back and sat quite still and said, in that kind voice: “I know you are +going abroad, and when you come back you will laugh at the dolls you +played with when you were a child.” But I cried, softly, though, because +it was just as if I were alone, thinking things out and being sorry, +sorry for myself--and ashamed. Until now I'd never known how ashamed I +was. “Don't cry, child,” he was saying. “For God's sake, don't cry!” I +think it came over me then, as it hadn't before, that all that part of +my life was spoiled. I'd been engaged and thought I liked somebody, +and now it was all over and done. “I don't know what I'm crying for,” I +said, at last, when I could stop. “I suppose it's because I'm different +now, different from the other girls, different from myself. I can't ever +be happy any more.” + +He spoke, very quickly. “Is it because you liked Goward so much?” + +“Like him!” I said. “Like Harry Goward? Why, I--” There I stopped, +because I couldn't think of any word small enough, and I think he +understood, for he laughed out quickly. + +“Now,” said he, “I'm a psychologist. You remember that, don't you? It +used to impress you a good deal.” + +“Oh,” said I, “it does impress me. Nobody has ever seemed so wise as +you. Nobody!” + +“Then it's understood that I'm a sage from the Orient. I know the +workings of the human mind. And I tell you a profound truth: that the +only way to stop thinking of a thing is to stop thinking of it. Now, +you're not to think of Goward and all this puppet-show again. Not a +minute. Not an instant. Do you hear?” He sounded quite stern, and I +answered as if I had been in class. + +“Yes, sir.” + +“You are to think of Italy, and how blue the sea is--and Germany, and +how good the beer is--and Charlie Ned and Lorraine, and what trumps they +are. Do you hear?” + +“Yes, sir,” said I, and because I knew we were going to part and there +would be nobody else to advise me in the same way, I went on in a great +hurry for fear there should not be time. “I can't live at home even +after we come back. I could never be pointed at, like Aunt Elizabeth, +and have people whisper and say I've had a disappointment. I must make +my own life. I must have a profession. Do you think I could teach? Do +you think I could learn to teach--psychology?” + +He didn't answer for a long time, and I didn't dare look at him, though +the moon was so bright now that I could see how white his hand was, +lying on his knee, and the chasing of the ring on his little finger. It +had been his mother's engagement ring, he told me once. But he spoke, +and very gently and seriously. “I am sure you could teach some things. +Whether psychology--but we can talk of that later. There'll be lots of +time. It proves I am going over on the same steamer with Charlie Ned and +Lorraine and you.” + +“You are!” I cried. “Why, I never heard of anything so--” I couldn't +find the word for it, but everything stopped being puzzling and unhappy +and looked clear and plain. + +“Yes,” said he. “It's very convenient, isn't it? We can talk over your +future, and you could even take a lesson or two in psychology. But I +fancy we shall have a good deal to do looking for porpoises and asking +what the run is. People are terribly busy at sea.” + +Then it occurred to me that he had never been here before, and why was +he here now? “How did you happen to come?” I asked. I suppose I really +felt as if God sent him. + +“Why,” said he, “why--” Then he laughed. “Well,” said he, “to tell the +truth, I was going abroad if--if certain things happened, and I needed +to make sure. I didn't want to write, so I ran down to see Charlie Ned.” + +“But could he tell you?” said I. “And had they happened?” + +He laughed, as if at something I needn't share. “No,” he said, “the +things weren't going to happen. But I decided to go abroad.” + +I was “curiouser and curiouser,” as Lorraine says. + +“But,” I insisted, “what had Charles Edward to do with it?” + +There were a great many pauses that night as if, I think, he didn't +know what was wise to say. I should imagine it would always be so with +psychologists. They understand so well what effect every word will have. + +“Well, to tell the truth,” he answered, at last, in a kind, darling way, +“I wanted to make sure all was well with my favorite pupil before I left +the country. I couldn't quite go without it.” + +“Mr. Dane,” I said, “you don't mean me?” + +“Yes,” he answered, “I mean you.” + +I could have danced and sung with happiness. “Oh,” said I, “then I must +have been a better scholar than I thought. I feel as if I could teach +psychology--this minute.” + +“You could,” said he, “this minute.” And we both laughed and didn't +know, after all, what we were laughing at--at least I didn't. But +suddenly I was cold with fear. + +“Why,” I said, “if you've only really decided to go to-night, how do you +know you can get a passage on our ship?” + +“Because, sweet Lady Reason,” said he, “I used Charlie Ned's telephone +and found out.” (That was a pretty name--sweet Lady Reason.) + +We didn't talk any more then for a long time, because suddenly the moon +seemed so bright and the garden so sweet. But all at once I heard a step +on the gravel walk, and I knew who it was. “That's Charles Edward,” I +said. “He's been home with Aunt Elizabeth. We must go in.” + +“No!” said he. “No, Peggy. There won't be such another night.” Then +he laughed quickly and got up. “Yes,” he said, “there will be such +nights--over and over again. Come, Peggy, little psychologist, we'll go +in.” + +We found Lorraine and Charles Edward standing in the middle of the room, +holding hands and looking at each other. “You're a hero,” Lorraine was +saying, “and a gentleman and a scholar and my own particular Peter.” + +“Don't admire me,” said Charles Edward, “or you'll get me so bellicose I +shall have to challenge Lyman Wilde. Poor old chap! I believe to my soul +he's had the spirit to make off.” + +“Speak gently of Lyman Wilde,” said Lorraine. “I never forget what we +owe him. Sometimes I burn a candle to his photograph. I've even dropped +a tear before it. Well, children?” She turned her bright eyes on us as +if she liked us very much, and we two stood facing them two, and it all +seemed quite solemn. Suddenly Charles Edward put out his hand and shook +Mr. Dane's, and they both looked very much moved, as grandmother would +say. I hadn't known they liked each other so well. + +“Do you know what time it is?” said Lorraine. “Half-past eleven by +Shrewsbury clock. I'll bake the cakes and draw the ale.” + +“Gee whiz!” said Mr. Dane. I'd never heard things like that. It sounded +like Billy, and I liked it. “I've got to catch that midnight train.” + +For a minute it seemed as if we all stood shouting at one another, +Lorraine asking him to stay all night, Charles Edward giving him a cigar +to smoke on the way, I explaining to Lorraine that I'd sleep on the +parlor sofa and leave the guest-room free, and Mr. Dane declaring he'd +got a million things to do before sailing. Then he and Charles Edward +dashed out into the night, as Alice would say, and I should have thought +it was a dream that he'd been there at all except that I felt his touch +on my hand. And Lorraine put her arms round me and kissed me and said, +“Now, you sweet child, run up-stairs and look at the moonlight and +dream--and dream--and dream.” + +I don't know whether I slept that night; but, if I did, I did not dream. + +The next forenoon I waited until eleven o'clock before I went home. I +wanted to be sure Aunt Elizabeth was safely away at Whitman. Yet, after +all, I did not dread her now. I had been told what to do. Some one +was telling me of a song the other day, “Command me, dear.” I had been +commanded to stop thinking of all those things I hated. I had done it. +Mother met me at the steps. She seemed a little anxious, but when she +had put her hand on my shoulder and really looked at me she smiled the +way I love to see her smile. “That's a good girl!” said she. Then she +added, quickly, as if she thought I might not like it and ought to know +at once, “Aunt Elizabeth saw Dr. Denbigh going by to Whitman, and she +asked him to take her over.” + +“Did she?” said I. “Oh, mother, the old white rose is out!” + +“There they are, back again,” said mother. “He's leaving her at the +gate.” + +Well, we both waited for Aunt Elizabeth to come up the path. I picked +the first white rose and made mother smell it, and when I had smelled +it myself I began to sing under my breath, “Come into the garden, Maud,” + because I remembered last night. + +“Hush, child,” said mother, quickly. “Elizabeth, you are tired. Come +right in.” + +Aunt Elizabeth's lip trembled a little. I thought she was going to cry. +I had never known her to cry, though I had seen tears in her eyes, and +I remember once, when she was talking to Dr. Denbigh, Charles Edward +noticed them and laughed. “Those are not idle tears, Peg,” he said to me +“They're getting in their work.” + +Now I was so sorry for her that I stopped thinking of last night and put +it all away. It seemed cruel to be so happy. Aunt Elizabeth sat down +on the step and mother brought her an eggnog. It had been all ready for +grandmother, and I could see mother thought Aunt Elizabeth needed it, if +she was willing to make grandmother wait. + +“Ada,” said Aunt Elizabeth, suddenly, as she sipped it, “what was Dr. +Denbigh's wife like?” + +“Why,” said mother, “I'd almost forgotten he had a wife, it was so long +ago. She died in the first year of their marriage.” + +Aunt Elizabeth laughed a little, almost as if no one were there. “He +began to talk about her quite suddenly this morning,” she said. “It +seems Peg reminds him of her. He is devoted to her memory. That's what +he said--devoted to her memory.” + +“That's good,” said mother, cheerfully, as if she didn't know quite what +to say. “More letters, Lily? Any for us?” I could see mother was very +tender of her for some reason, or she never would have called her Lily. + +“For me,” said Aunt Elizabeth, as if she were tired. “From Mrs. +Chataway. A package, too. It looks like visiting-cards. That seems to +be from her, too.” She broke open the package. “Why!” said she, “of all +things! Why!” + +“That's pretty engraving,” said mother, looking over her shoulder. +She must have thought they were Aunt Elizabeth's cards. “Why! of all +things!” + +Aunt Elizabeth began to flush pink and then scarlet. She looked as +pretty as a rose, but a little angry, I thought. She put up her head +rather haughtily. “Mrs. Chataway is very eccentric,” she said. “A +genius, quite a genius in her own line. Ada, I won't come down to +luncheon. This has been sufficient. Let me have some tea in my own room +at four, please.” She got up, and her letter and one of the cards fell +to the floor. I picked them up for her, and I saw on the card: + + Mrs. Ronald Chataway + Magnetic Healer and Mediumistic Divulger + Lost Articles a Specialty + +I don't know why, but I thought, like mother and Aunt Elizabeth, “Well, +of all things!” + +But the rest of that day mother and I were too busy to exchange a +word about Mrs. Chataway or even Aunt Elizabeth. We plunged into my +preparations to sail, and talked dresses and hats, and ran ribbons in +things, and I burned letters and one photograph (I burned that without +looking at it), and suddenly mother got up quickly and dropped her +lapful of work. “My stars!” said she, “I've forgotten Aunt Elizabeth's +tea.” + +“It's of no consequence, dear,” said Aunt Elizabeth's voice at the door. +“I asked Katie to bring it up.” + +“Why,” said mother, “you're not going?” + +I held my breath. Aunt Elizabeth looked so pretty. She was dressed, as +I never saw her before, a close-fitting black gown and a plain white +collar and a little close black hat. She looked almost like some sister +of charity. + +“Ada,” said she, “and Peggy, I am going to tell you something, and it is +my particular desire that you keep it from the whole family. They +would not understand. I am going to ally myself with Mrs. Chataway in a +connection which will lead to the widest possible influence for her and +for me. In Mrs. Chataway's letter to-day she urges me to join her. She +says I have enormous magnetism and--and other qualifications.” + +“Don't you want me to tell Cyrus?” said mother. She spoke quite faintly. + +“You can simply tell Cyrus that I have gone to Mrs. Chataway's,” said +Aunt Elizabeth. “You can also tell him I shall be too occupied to +return. Good-bye, Ada. Good-bye, Peggy. Remember, it is the bruised herb +that gives out the sweetest odor.” + +Before I could stop myself I had laughed, out of happiness, I think. For +I remembered how the spearmint had smelled in the garden when Stillman +Dane and I stepped on it in the dark and how bright the moon was, and I +knew nobody could be unhappy very long. + +“I telephoned for a carriage,” said Aunt Elizabeth. “There it is.” She +and mother were going down the stairs, and suddenly I felt I couldn't +have her go like that. + +“Oh, Aunt--Aunt Lily!” I called. “Stop! I want to speak to you.” I ran +after her. “I'm going to have a profession, too,” I said. “I'm going to +devote my life to it, and I am just as glad as I can be.” I put my arms +round her and kissed her on her soft, pink cheeks, and we both cried a +little. Then she went away. + + + + +XII. THE FRIEND OF THE FAMILY, by Henry Van Dyke + + “Eastridge, June 3, 1907. + + “To Gerrit Wendell, The Universe Club, New York: + + “Do you remember promise? Come now, if possible. Much needed. + + “Cyrus Talbert.” + +This was the telegram that Peter handed me as I came out of the +coat-room at the Universe and stood under the lofty gilded ceiling of +the great hall, trying to find myself at home again in the democratic +simplicity of the United States. For two years I had been travelling +in the effete, luxurious Orient as a peace correspondent for a famous +newspaper; sleeping under canvas in Syria, in mud houses in Persia, +in paper cottages in Japan; riding on camel-hump through Arabia, on +horseback through Afghanistan, in palankeen through China, and faring on +such food as it pleased Providence to send. The necessity of putting +my next book through the press (The Setting Splendors of the East) had +recalled me to the land of the free and the home of the brave. Two +hours after I had landed from the steamship, thirty seconds after I had +entered the club, there was Peter, in his green coat and brass +buttons, standing in the vast, cool hall among the immense columns of +verd-antique, with my telegram on a silver tray, which he presented to +me with a discreet expression of welcome in his well-trained face, as +if he hesitated to inquire where I had been, but ventured to hope that +I had enjoyed my holiday and that there was no bad news in my despatch. +The perfection of the whole thing brought me back with a mild surprise +to my inheritance as an American, and made me dimly conscious of the +point to which New York has carried republicanism and the simple life. + +But the telegram--read hastily in the hall, and considered at leisure +while I took a late breakfast at my favorite table in the long, stately, +oak-panelled dining-room, high above the diminished roar of Fifth +Avenue--the telegram carried me out to Eastridge, that self-complacent +overgrown village among the New York hills, where people still lived in +villas with rubber-plants in the front windows, and had dinner in +the middle of the day, and attended church sociables, and listened +to Fourth-of-July orations. It was there that I had gone, green from +college, to take the assistant-editorship of that flapping sheet The +Eastridge Banner; and there I had found Cyrus Talbert beginning his work +in the plated-ware factory--the cleanest, warmest, biggest heart of a +man that I have known yet, with a good-nature that covered the bed-rock +of his conscience like an apple orchard on a limestone ridge. In +the give-and-take of every day he was easy-going, kindly, a lover of +laughter; but when you struck down to a question of right and wrong, +or, rather, when he conceived that he heard the divine voice of duty, he +became absolutely immovable--firm, you would call it if you agreed with +him, obstinate if you differed. + +After all, a conscience like that is a good thing to have at the bottom +of a friendship. I could be friends with a man of almost any religion, +but hardly with a man of none. Certainly the intimacy that sprang up +between Talbert and me was fruitful in all the good things that cheer +life's journey from day to day, and deep enough to stand the strain of +life's earthquakes and tornadoes. There was a love-affair that might +have split us apart; but it only put the rivets into our friendship. +For both of us in that affair--yes, all three of us, thank God--played a +straight game. There was a time of loss and sorrow for me when he proved +himself more true and helpful than any brother that I ever knew. I was +best man at his wedding; and because he married a girl that understood, +his house became more like a home to me than any other place that my +wandering life has found. + +I saw its amazing architectural proportions erupt into the pride of +Eastridge. I saw Cyrus himself, with all his scroll-saw tastes and +mansard-roof opinions, by virtue of sheer honesty and thorough-going +human decency, develop into the unassuming “first citizen” of the +town, trusted even by those who laughed at him, and honored most by his +opponents. I saw his aggravating family of charming children grow around +him--masterful Maria, aesthetic Charles Edward, pretty Peggy, fairy-tale +Alice, and boisterous Billy--each at heart lovable and fairly good; but, +taken in combination, bewildering and perplexing to the last degree. + +Cyrus had a late-Victorian theory in regard to the education of +children, that individuality should not be crushed--give them what they +want--follow the line of juvenile insistence--all the opportunities and +no fetters. This late-Victorian theory had resulted in the production +of a collection of early-Rooseveltian personalities around him, whose +simultaneous interaction sometimes made his good old head swim. As +a matter of fact, the whole family, including Talbert's preposterous +old-maid sister Elizabeth (the biggest child of the lot), absolutely +depended on the good sense of Cyrus and his wife, and would have been +helpless without them. But, as a matter of education, each child had a +secret illusion of superiority to the parental standard, and not only +made wild dashes at originality and independent action, but at the +same time cherished a perfect mania for regulating and running all the +others. Independence was a sacred tradition in the Talbert family; but +interference was a fixed nervous habit, and complication was a chronic +social state. The blessed mother understood them all, because she +loved them all. Cyrus loved them all, but the only one he thought he +understood was Peggy, and her he usually misunderstood, because she was +so much like him. But he was fair to them all--dangerously fair--except +when his subcutaneous conscience reproached him with not doing his duty; +then he would cut the knot of family interference with some tremendous +stroke of paternal decision unalterable as a law of the Medes and +Persians. + +All this was rolling through my memory as I breakfasted at the Universe +and considered the telegram from Eastridge. + +“Do you remember promise?” Of course I remembered. Was it likely that +either of us would forget a thing like that? We were in the dingy little +room that he called his “den”; it was just after the birth of his third +child. I had told my plan of letting the staff of The Banner fall into +other hands and going out into the world to study the nations when they +were not excited by war, and write about people who were not disguised +in soldier-clothes. “That's a big plan,” he said, “and you'll go far, +and be long away at times.” I admitted that it was likely. “Well,” he +continued, laying down his pipe, “if you ever are in trouble and can't +get back here, send word, and I'll come.” I told him that there was +little I could do for him or his (except to give superfluous advice), +but if they ever needed me a word would bring me to them. Then I laid +down my pipe, and we stood up in front of the fire and shook hands. That +was all the promise there was; but it brought him down to Panama to +get me, five years later, when I was knocked out with the fever; and it +would take me back to Eastridge now by the first train. + +But what wasteful brevity in that phrase, “much needed”! What did that +mean? (Why will a man try to put a forty-word meaning into a ten-word +telegram?) Sickness? Business troubles? One of those independent, +interfering children in a scrape? One thing I was blessedly sure of: it +did not mean any difficulty between Cyrus and his wife; they were of +the tribe who marry for love and love for life. But the need must be +something serious and urgent, else he never would have sent for me. +With a family like his almost anything might happen. Perhaps Aunt +Elizabeth--I never could feel any confidence in a red-haired female who +habitually dressed in pink. Or perhaps Charles Edward--if that young +man's artistic ability had been equal to his sense of it there would +have been less danger in taking him into the factory. Or probably Maria, +with her great head for business--oh, Maria, I grant you, is like what +the French critic said of the prophet Habakkuk, “capable de tout.” + +But why puzzle any longer over that preposterous telegram? If my friend +Talbert was in any kind of trouble under the sun, there was just one +thing that I wanted--to get to him as quickly as possible. Find when +the first train started and arrived--send a lucid despatch--no expensive +parsimony in telegraphing: + +'“To Cyrus Talbert, Eastridge, Massachusetts: + +“I arrived this morning on the Dilatoria and found your telegram here. +Expect me on the noon train due at Eastridge five forty-three this +afternoon. I hope all will go well. Count on me always. Gerrit Wendell.” + +It was a relief to find him on the railway platform when the train +rolled in, his broad shoulders as square as ever, his big head showing +only a shade more of gray, a shade less of red, in its strawberry roan, +his face shining with the welcome which he expressed, as usual, in +humorous disguise. + +“Here you are,” he cried, “browner and thinner than ever! Give me that +bag. How did you leave my friend the Shah of Persia?” + +“Better,” I said, stepping into the open carriage, “since he got on the +water-wagon--uses nothing but Eastridge silver-plated ice-pitchers now.” + +“And my dear friend the Empress of China?” he asked, as he got in beside +me. + +“She has recovered her digestion,” I answered, “due entirely to the +abandonment of chop-sticks and the adoption of Eastridge knives and +forks. But now it's my turn to ask a question. How are YOU?” + +“Well,” said he. “And the whole family is well, and we've all grown +tremendously, but we haven't changed a bit, and the best thing that has +happened to us for three years is seeing you again.” + +“And the factory?” I asked. “How does the business of metallic humbug +thrive?” + +“All right,” he answered. “There's a little slackening in chafing-dishes +just now, but ice-cream knives are going off like hot cakes. The factory +is on a solid basis; hard times won't hurt us.” + +“Well, then,” said I, a little perplexed, “what in Heaven's name did you +mean by sending that--” + +“Hold on,” said Talbert, gripping my knee and looking grave for a +moment, “just you wait. I need you badly enough or else the telegram +never would have gone to you. I'll tell you about it after supper. Till +then, never mind--or, rather, no matter; for it's nothing material, +after all, but there's a lot in it for the mind.” + +I knew then that he was in one of his fundamental moods, imperviously +jolly on the surface, inflexibly Puritan underneath, and that the only +thing to do was to let the subject rest until he chose to take it up in +earnest. So we drove along, chaffing and laughing, until we came to the +dear, old, ugly house. The whole family were waiting on the veranda to +bid me welcome home. Mrs. Talbert took my hands with a look that said +it all. Her face had not grown a shade older, to me, since I first +knew her; and her eyes--the moment you look into them you feel that she +understands. Alice seemed to think that she had become too grown-up to +be kissed, even by the friend of the family; and I thought so, too. But +pretty Peggy was of a different mind. There is something about the way +that girl kisses an old gentleman that almost makes him wish himself +young again. + +At supper we had the usual tokens of festivity: broiled chickens and +pop-overs and cool, sliced tomatoes and ice-cream with real strawberries +in it (how good and clean it tasted after Ispahan and Bagdad!) and the +usual family arguing and joking (how natural and wholesome it sounded +after Vienna and Paris!). I thought Maria looked rather strenuous and +severe, as if something important were on her mind, and Billy and Alice, +at moments, had a conscious air. But Charles Edward and Lorraine were +distinctly radiant, and Peggy was demurely jolly. She sounded like her +father played on a mandolin. + +After supper Talbert took me to the summer-house at the foot of the +garden to smoke. Our first cigars were about half burned out when he +began to unbosom himself. + +“I've been a fool,” he said, “an idiot, and, what is more, an unnatural +and neglectful father, cruel to my children when I meant to be kind, a +shirker of my duty, and a bringer of trouble on those that I love best.” + +“As for example?” I asked. + +“Well, it is Peggy!” he broke out. “You know, I like her best of them +all, next to Ada; can't help it. She is nearer to me, somehow. The +finest, most unselfish little girl! But I've been just selfish enough +to let her get into trouble, and be talked about, and have her heart +broken, and now they've put her into a position where she's absolutely +helpless, a pawn in their fool game, and the Lord only knows what's to +come of it all unless he makes me man enough to do my duty.” + +From this, of course, I had to have the whole story, and I must say +it seemed to me most extraordinary--a flagrant case of idiotic +interference. Peggy had been sent away to one of those curious +institutions that they call a “coeducational college,” chiefly because +Maria had said that she ought to understand the duties of modern +womanhood; she had gone, without the slightest craving for “the higher +education,” but naturally with the idea of having a “good time”; and +apparently she had it, for she came home engaged to a handsome, amatory +boy, one of her fellow “students,” named Goward. At this point Aunt +Elizabeth, with her red hair and pink frock, had interfered and lured +off the Goward, who behaved in a manner which appeared to me to reduce +him to a negligible quantity. But the family evidently did not think so, +for they all promptly began to interfere, Maria and Charles Edward and +Alice and even Billy, each one with an independent plan, either to lure +the Goward back or to eliminate him. Alice had the most original idea, +which was to marry Peggy to Dr. Denbigh; but this clashed with Maria's +idea, which was to entangle the doctor with Aunt Elizabeth in order that +the Goward might be recaptured. It was all extremely complicated and +unnecessary (from my point of view), and of course it transpired and +circulated through the gossip of the town, and poor Peggy was much +afflicted and ashamed. Now the engagement was off; Aunt Elizabeth had +gone into business with a clairvoyant woman in New York; Goward was in +the hospital with a broken arm, and Peggy was booked to go to Europe on +Saturday with Charles Edward and Lorraine. + +“Quite right,” I exclaimed at this point in the story. “Everything has +turned out just as it should, like a romance in an old-fashioned ladies' +magazine.” + +“Not at all,” broke out Talbert; “you don't know the whole of it, Maria +has told me” (oh, my prophetic soul, Maria!) “that Charley and his wife +have asked a friend of theirs, a man named Dane, ten years older than +Peggy, a professor in that blank coeducational college, to go with them, +and that she is sure they mean to make her marry him.” + +“What Dane is that?” I interrupted. “Is his first name Stillman--nephew +of my old friend Harvey Dane, the publisher? Because, if that's so, I +know him; about twenty-eight years old; good family, good head, good +manners, good principles; just the right age and the right kind for +Peggy--a very fine fellow indeed.” + +“That makes no difference,” continued Cyrus, fiercely. “I don't care +whose nephew he is, nor how old he is, nor what his manners are. My +point is that Peggy positively shall not be pushed, or inveigled, or +dragooned, or personally conducted into marrying anybody at all! Billy +and Alice were wandering around Charley's garden last Friday night, and +they report that Professor Dane was there with Peggy. Alice says that +she looked pale and drooping, 'like the Bride of Lammermoor.' There has +been enough of this meddling with my little Peggy, I say, and I'm to +blame for it. I don't know whether her heart is broken or not. I don't +know whether she still cares for that fellow Goward or not. I don't know +what she wants to do--but whatever it is she shall do it, I swear. She +sha'n't be cajoled off to Europe with Charles Edward and Lorraine to be +flung at the head of the first professor who turns up. I'll do my duty +by my little girl. She shall stay at home and be free. There has been +too much interference in this family, and I'm damned if I stand any +more; I'll interfere myself now.” + +It was not the unusual violence of the language in the last sentence +that convinced me. I had often seen religious men affected in that way +after an over-indulgence in patience and mild behavior. It was that +ominous word, “my duty,” which made me sure that Talbert had settled +down on the bed-rock of his conscience and was not to be moved. Why, +then, had he sent for me, I asked, since he had made up his mind? + +“Well,” said he, “in the first place, I hadn't quite made it up when I +sent the telegram. And in the second place, now that you have helped me +to see absolutely what is right to do, I want you to speak to my wife +about it. She doesn't agree with me, wants Peggy to go to Europe, thinks +there cannot be any risk in it. You know how she has always adored +Charles Edward. Will you talk to her?” + +“I will,” said I, after a moment of reflection, “on one condition. You +may forbid Peggy's journey, to-morrow morning if you like. Break it +off peremptorily, if you think it's your duty. But don't give up her +state-room on the ship. And if you can be convinced between now and +Saturday that the danger of interference with her young affections is +removed, and that she really needs and wants to go, you let her go! Will +you?” + +“I will,” said he. And with that we threw away the remainder of our +second cigars, and I went up to the side porch to talk with Mrs. +Talbert. What we said I leave you to imagine. I have always thought her +the truest and tenderest woman in the world, but I never knew till that +night just how clear-headed and brave she was. She agreed with me that +Peggy's affair, up to now more or less foolish, though distressing, +had now reached a dangerous stage, a breaking-point. The child was +overwrought. A wrong touch now might wreck her altogether. But the right +touch? Or, rather, no touch at all, but just an open door before her? +Ah, that was another matter. My plan was a daring one; it made her +tremble a little, but perhaps it was the best one; at all events, she +could see no other. Then she stood up and gave me both hands again. “I +will trust you, my friend,” said she. “I know that you love us and our +children. You shall do what you think best and I will be satisfied. +Good-night.” + +The difficulty with the situation, as I looked it over carefully +while indulging in a third cigar in my bedroom, was that the time was +desperately short. It was now one o'clock on Tuesday morning. About nine +Cyrus would perform his sacred duty of crushing his darling Peggy by +telling her that she must stay in Eastridge. At ten o'clock on Saturday +the Chromatic would sail with Charles Edward and Lorraine and Stillman +Dane. Yet there were two things that I was sure of: one was that Peggy +ought to go with them, and the other was that it would be good for her +to--but on second thought I prefer to keep the other thing for the end +of my story. My mind was fixed, positively and finally, that the habit +of interference in the Talbert family must be broken up. I never +could understand what it is that makes people so crazy to interfere, +especially in match-making. It is a lunacy. It is presuming, irreverent, +immoral, intolerable. So I worked out my little plan and went to sleep. + +Peggy took her father's decree (which was administered to her privately +after breakfast on Tuesday) most loyally. Of course, he could not give +her his real reasons, and so she could not answer them. But when she +appeared at dinner it was clear, in spite of a slight rosy hue about her +eyes, that she had decided to accept the sudden change in the situation +like a well-bred angel--which, in fact, she is. + +I had run down to Whitman in the morning train to make a call on young +Goward, and found him rather an amiable boy, under the guard of an +adoring mother, who thought him a genius and was convinced that he had +been entrapped by designing young women. I agreed with her so heartily +that she left me alone with him for a half-hour. His broken arm was +doing well; his amatoriness was evidently much reduced by hospital diet; +he was in a repentant frame of mind and assured me that he knew he had +been an ass as well as a brute (synonymes, dear boy), and that he was +now going West to do some honest work in the world before he thought any +more about girls. I commended his manly decision. He was rather rueful +over the notion that he might have hurt Miss Talbert by his bad conduct. +I begged him not to distress himself, his first duty now was to get +well. I asked him if he would do me the favor, with the doctor's +permission, of taking the fresh air with his mother on the terrace of +the hospital about half-past five that afternoon. He looked puzzled, but +promised that he would do it; and so we parted. + +After dinner I requested Peggy to make me happy by going for a little +drive in the runabout with me. She came down looking as fresh as a wild +rose, in a soft, white dress with some kind of light greenery about +it, and a pale green sash around her waist, and her pretty, sunset hair +uncovered. If there is any pleasanter avocation for an old fellow than +driving in an open buggy with a girl like that, I don't know it. She +talked charmingly: about my travels; about her college friends; about +Eastridge; and at last about her disappointment in not going to Europe. +By this time we were nearing the Whitman hospital. + +“I suppose you have heard,” said she, looking down at her bare hands +and blushing; “perhaps they have told you why I wanted especially to go +away.” + +“Yes, my dear child,” I answered, “they have told me a lot of nonsense, +and I am heartily glad that it is all over. Are you?” + +“More glad than I can tell you,” she answered, frankly, looking into my +face. + +“See,” said I, “there is the hospital. I believe there is a boy in there +that knows you--name of Goward.” + +“Yes,” she said, rather faintly, looking down again, but not changing +color. + +“Peggy,” I asked, “do you still--think now, and answer truly--do you +still HATE him?” + +She waited a moment, and then lifted her clear blue eyes to mine. “No, +Uncle Gerrit, I don't hate him half as much as I hate myself. Really, I +don't hate him at all. I'm sorry for him.” + +“So am I, my dear,” said I, stretching my interest in the negligible +youth a little. “But he is getting well, and he is going West as soon +as possible. Look, is that the boy yonder, sitting on the terrace with +a fat lady, probably his mother? Do you feel that you could bow to him, +just to oblige me?” + +She flashed a look at me. “I'll do it for that reason, and for another, +too,” she said. And then she nodded her red head, in the prettiest way, +and threw in an honest smile and a wave of her hand for good measure. I +was proud of her. The boy stood up and took off his hat. I could see +him blush a hundred feet away. Then his mother evidently asked him a +question, and he turned to answer her, and so EXIT Mr. Goward. + +The end of our drive was even pleasanter than the beginning. Peggy was +much interested in a casual remark expressing my pleasure in hearing +that she had recently met the nephew of one of my very old friends, +Stillman Dane. + +“Oh,” she cried, “do you know HIM? Isn't that lovely?” + +I admitted that he was a very good person to know, though I had only +seen a little of him, about six years ago. But his uncle, the one who +lately died and left a snug fortune to his favorite nephew, was one of +my old bachelor cronies, in fact, a member of the firm that published my +books. If the young man resembled his uncle he was all right. Did Peggy +like him? + +“Why, yes,” she answered. “He was a professor at our college, and all +the girls thought him a perfect dandy!” + +“Dandy!” I exclaimed. “There was no sign of an excessive devotion to +dress when I knew him. It's a great pity!” + +“Oh!” she cried, laughing, “I don't mean THAT. It is only a word we +girls use; it means the same as when you say, 'A VERY FINE FELLOW +INDEED.”' + +From that point we played the Stillman Dane tune, with variations, until +we reached home, very late indeed for supper. The domestic convulsion +caused by the formal announcement of Talbert's sudden decision had +passed, leaving visible traces. Maria was flushed, but triumphant; Alice +and Billy had an air of conscience-stricken importance; Charles Edward +and Lorraine were sarcastically submissive; Cyrus was resolutely jovial; +the only really tranquil one was Mrs. Talbert. Everything had been +arranged. The whole family were to go down to New York on Thursday to +stop at a hotel, and see the travellers off on Saturday morning--all +except Peggy, who was to remain at home and keep house. + +“That suits me exactly,” said I, “for business calls me to town +to-morrow, but I would like to come back here on Thursday and keep house +with Peggy, if she will let me.” + +She thanked me with a little smile, and so it was settled. Cyrus wanted +to know, when we were sitting in the arbor that night, if I did not +think he had done right. “Wonderfully,” I said. He also wanted to know +if he might not give up that extra state-room and save a couple of +hundred dollars. I told him that he must stick to his bargain--I was +still in the game--and then I narrated the afternoon incident at the +hospital. “Good little Peggy!” he cried. “That clears up one of my +troubles. But the great objection to this European business still holds. +She shall not be driven.” I agreed with him--not a single step! + +The business that called me to New York was Stillman Dane. A most +intelligent and quick-minded young gentleman--not at all a beauty +man--not even noticeably academic. He was about the middle height, +but very well set up, and evidently in good health of body and mind; a +clean-cut and energetic fellow, who had been matured by doing his work +and had himself well in hand. There was a look in his warm, brown eyes +that spoke of a heart unsullied and capable of the strongest and purest +affection; and at the same time certain lines about his chin and his +mouth, mobile but not loose lipped, promised that he would be able to +take care of himself and of the girl that he loved. His appearance and +his manner were all that I had hoped--even more, for they were not only +pleasant but thoroughly satisfactory. + +He was courteous enough to conceal his slight surprise at my visit, but +not skilful enough to disguise his interest in hearing that I had just +come from the Talberts. I told him of the agreement with Cyrus Talbert, +the subsequent conversation with Mrs. Talbert, Peggy's drive with me to +Whitman, and her views upon dandies and other cognate subjects. + +Then I explained to him quite clearly what I should conceive my duty to +be if I were in his place. He assented warmly to my view. I added that +if there were any difficulties in his mind I should advise him to lay +the case before my dear friend the Reverend George Alexanderson, of +the Irving Place Church, who was an extraordinarily sensible and human +clergyman, and to whom I would give him a personal letter stating the +facts. Upon this we shook hands heartily, and I went back to Peggy on +Thursday morning. + +The house was delightfully quiet, and she was perfection as a hostess. I +never passed a pleasanter afternoon. But the evening was interrupted +by the arrival of Stillman Dane, who said that he had run up to say +good-bye. That seemed quite polite and proper, so I begged them to +excuse me, while I went into the den to write some letters. They were +long letters. + +The next morning Peggy was evidently flustered, but divinely radiant. +She said that Mr. Dane had asked her to go driving with him--would that +be all right? I told her that I was sure it was perfectly right, but +if they went far they would find me gone when they returned, for I had +changed my mind and was going down to New York to see the voyagers +off. At this Peggy looked at me with tears sparkling in the edge of her +smile. Then she put her arms around my neck. “Good-bye,” she whispered, +“good-bye! YOU'RE A DANDY TOO! Give mother my love--and THAT--and +THAT--and THAT!” + +“Well, my dear,” I answered, “I rather prefer to keep THOSE for myself. +But I'll give her your message. And mind this--don't you do anything +unless you really want to do it with all your heart. God bless you! +Promise?” + +“I promise, WITH ALL MY HEART,” said she, and then her soft arms were +unloosed from my neck and she ran up-stairs. That was the last word I +heard from Peggy Talbert. + + +On Saturday morning all the rest of us were on the deck of the Chromatic +by half-past nine. The usual farewell performance was in progress. +Charles Edward was expressing some irritation and anxiety over the +lateness of Stillman Dane, when that young man quietly emerged from the +music-room, with Peggy beside him in the demurest little travelling suit +with an immense breast-plate of white violets. Tom Price was the first +to recover his voice. + +“Peggy!” he cried; “Peggy, by all that's holy!” + +“Excuse me,” I said, “Mr. and Mrs. Stillman Dane! And I must firmly +request every one except Mr. and Mrs. Talbert, senior, to come with me +at once to see the second steward about the seats in the dining-saloon.” + +We got a good place at the end of the pier to watch the big boat swing +out into the river. She went very slowly at first, then with +astonishing quickness. Charles Edward and Lorraine were standing on +the hurricane-deck, Peggy close beside them. Dane had given her his +walking-stick, and she had tied her handkerchief to the handle. She was +standing up on a chair, with one of his hands to steady her. Her hat had +slipped back on her head. The last thing that we could distinguish +on the ship was that brave little girl, her red hair like an aureole, +waving her flag of victory and peace. “And now,” said Maria, as we +turned away, “I have a lovely plan. We are all going together to our +hotel to have lunch, and after that to the matinee at--” + +I knew it was rude to interrupt, but I could not help it. + +“Pardon me, dear Maria,” I said, “but you have not got it quite right. +You and Tom are going to escort Alice and Billy to Eastridge, with such +diversions by the way as seem to you appropriate. Your father and mother +are going to lunch with me at Delmonico's--but we don't want the whole +family.” + + + + + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The Whole Family, by +William Dean Howells, Mary E. 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Wilkins Freeman, Mary Heaton Vorse, Mary Stewart +Cutting, Elizabeth Jordan, John Kendrick Bangs, Henry James, Elizabeth +Stuart Phelps, Edith Wyatt, Mary Raymond Shipman Andrews, Alice Brown, +Henry Van Dyke + +This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with +almost no restrictions whatsoever. 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: The Whole Family + A Novel by Twelve Authors + +Author: William Dean Howells, Mary E. Wilkins Freeman, Mary Heaton +Vorse, Mary Stewart Cutting, Elizabeth Jordan, John Kendrick Bangs, +Henry James, Elizabeth Stuart Phelps, Edith Wyatt, Mary Raymond Shipman +Andrews, Alice Brown, Henry Van Dyke + +Release Date: June 13, 2009 [EBook #5066] +Last Updated: February 25, 2018 + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: UTF-8 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE WHOLE FAMILY *** + + + + +Produced by Dianne Bean, and David Widger + + + + + + +</pre> + + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <h1> + THE WHOLE FAMILY, + </h1> + <h3> + A NOVEL BY TWELVE AUTHORS + </h3> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <h3> +By William Dean Howells, Mary E. Wilkins Freeman, <br /> Mary Heaton +Vorse, Mary Stewart Cutting, Elizabeth Jordan, <br /> John Kendrick +Bangs, Henry James, Elizabeth Stuart Phelps, <br /> Edith Wyatt, Mary +Raymond Shipman Andrews, Alice Brown, Henry Van Dyke + </h3> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + +<div class="fig" style="width:50%;"> <img src="images/{0001}.jpg" alt="{0001}" width="100%" /><br /> </div> <h5> <a href="images/{0001}.jpg"> <img src="images/enlarge.jpg" alt="" /> </a> </h5> +<div class="fig" style="width:50%;"> <img src="images/{0006}.jpg" alt="{0006}" width="100%" /><br /> </div> <h5> <a href="images/{0006}.jpg"> <img src="images/enlarge.jpg" alt="" /> </a> </h5> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <blockquote> + <p class="toc"> + <big><b>CONTENTS</b></big> + </p> + <p> + <br /> <a href="#link2H_4_0001"> I. </a>THE FATHER, by William Dean + Howells <br /><br /> <a href="#link2H_4_0002"> II. </a>THE OLD-MAID AUNT, + by Mary E. Wilkins Freeman <br /><br /> <a href="#link2H_4_0003"> III. + </a>THE GRANDMOTHER, by Mary Heaton Vorse <br /><br /> <a + href="#link2H_4_0004"> IV. </a>THE DAUGHTER-IN-LAW, by Mary Stewart + Cutting <br /><br /> <a href="#link2H_4_0005"> V. </a>THE SCHOOL-GIRL, by + Elizabeth Jordan <br /><br /> <a href="#link2H_4_0006"> VI. </a>THE + SON-IN-LAW, by John Kendrick Bangs <br /><br /> <a href="#link2H_4_0007"> + VII. </a>THE MARRIED SON, by Henry James <br /><br /> <a + href="#link2H_4_0008"> VIII. </a>THE MARRIED DAUGHTER, + By Elizabeth Stuart Phelps <br /><br /> <a href="#link2H_4_0009"> IX. </a>THE + MOTHER, by Edith Wyatt <br /><br /> <a href="#link2H_4_0010"> X. </a>THE + SCHOOL-BOY, By Mary Raymond Shipman Andrews <br /><br /> <a + href="#link2H_4_0011"> XI. </a>PEGGY, by Alice Brown <br /><br /> <a + href="#link2H_4_0012"> XII. </a>THE FRIEND OF THE FAMILY, by Henry Van + Dyke <br /><br /> + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <h1> + THE WHOLE FAMILY + </h1> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0001" id="link2H_4_0001"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + I. THE FATHER, by William Dean Howells + </h2> + <p> + As soon as we heard the pleasant news—I suppose the news of an + engagement ought always to be called pleasant—it was decided that I + ought to speak first about it, and speak to the father. We had not been a + great while in the neighborhood, and it would look less like a bid for the + familiar acquaintance of people living on a larger scale than ourselves, + and less of an opening for our own intimacy if they turned out to be not + quite so desirable in other ways as they were in the worldly way. For the + ladies of the respective families first to offer and receive + congratulations would be very much more committing on both sides; at the + same time, to avoid the appearance of stiffness, some one ought to speak, + and speak promptly. The news had not come to us directly from our + neighbors, but authoritatively from a friend of theirs, who was also a + friend of ours, and we could not very well hold back. So, in the cool of + the early evening, when I had quite finished rasping my lawn with the new + mower, I left it at the end of the swath, which had brought me near the + fence, and said across it, + </p> + <p> + “Good-evening!” + </p> + <p> + My neighbor turned from making his man pour a pail of water on the earth + round a freshly planted tree, and said, “Oh, good-evening! How d'ye do? + Glad to see you!” and offered his hand over the low coping so cordially + that I felt warranted in holding it a moment. + </p> + <p> + “I hope it's in order for me to say how very much my wife and I are + interested in the news we've heard about one of your daughters? May I + offer our best wishes for her happiness?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, thank you,” my neighbor said. “You're very good indeed. Yes, it's + rather exciting—for us. I guess that's all for to-night, Al,” he + said, in dismissal of his man, before turning to lay his arms comfortably + on the fence top. Then he laughed, before he added, to me, “And rather + surprising, too.” + </p> + <p> + “Those things are always rather surprising, aren't they?” I suggested. + </p> + <p> + “Well, yes, I suppose they are. It oughtn't be so in our case, though, as + we've been through it twice before: once with my son—he oughtn't to + have counted, but he did—and once with my eldest daughter. Yes, you + might say you never do quite expect it, though everybody else does. Then, + in this case, she was the baby so long, that we always thought of her as a + little girl. Yes, she's kept on being the pet, I guess, and we couldn't + realize what was in the air.” + </p> + <p> + I had thought, from the first sight of him, that there was something very + charming in my neighbor's looks. He had a large, round head, which had + once been red, but was now a russet silvered, and was not too large for + his manly frame, swaying amply outward, but not too amply, at the girth. + He had blue, kind eyes, and a face fully freckled, and the girl he was + speaking of with a tenderness in his tones rather than his words, was a + young feminine copy of him; only, her head was little, under its load of + red hair, and her figure, which we had lately noticed flitting in and out, + as with a shy consciousness of being stared at on account of her + engagement, was as light as his was heavy on its feet. + </p> + <p> + I said, “Naturally,” and he seemed glad of the chance to laugh again. + </p> + <p> + “Well, of course! And her being away at school made it all the more so. If + we'd had her under our eye, here—Well, we shouldn't have had her + under our eye if she had BEEN here; or if we had, we shouldn't have seen + what was going on; at least <i>I</i> shouldn't; maybe her mother would. So + it's just as well it happened as it did happen, I guess. We shouldn't have + been any the wiser if we'd known all about it.” I joined him in his laugh + at his paradox, and he began again. “What's that about being the + unexpected that happens? I guess what happens is what ought to have been + expected. We might have known when we let her go to a coeducational + college that we were taking a risk of losing her; but we lost our other + daughter that way, and SHE never went to ANY kind of college. I guess we + counted the chances before we let her go. What's the use? Of course we + did, and I remember saying to my wife, who's more anxious than I am about + most things—women are, I guess—that if the worst came to the + worst, it might not be such a bad thing. I always thought it wasn't such + an objectionable feature, in the coeducational system, if the young people + did get acquainted under it, and maybe so well acquainted that they didn't + want to part enemies in the end. I said to my wife that I didn't see how, + if a girl was going to get married, she could have a better basis than + knowing the fellow through three or four years' hard work together. When + you think of the sort of hit-or-miss affairs most marriages are that young + people make after a few parties and picnics, coeducation as a preliminary + to domestic happiness doesn't seem a bad notion.” + </p> + <p> + “There's something in what you say,” I assented. + </p> + <p> + “Of course there is,” my neighbor insisted. “I couldn't help laughing, + though,” and he laughed, as if to show how helpless he had been, “at what + my wife said. She said she guessed if it came to that they would get to + know more of each other's looks than they did of their minds. She had me + there, but I don't think my girl has made out so very poorly even as far + as books are concerned.” + </p> + <p> + Upon this invitation to praise her, I ventured to say, “A young lady of + Miss Talbert's looks doesn't need much help from books.” + </p> + <p> + I could see that what I had said pleased him to the core, though he put on + a frown of disclaimer in replying, “I don't know about her looks. She's a + GOOD girl, though, and that's the main thing, I guess.” + </p> + <p> + “For her father, yes, but other people don't mind her being pretty,” I + persisted. “My wife says when Miss Talbert comes out into the garden, the + other flowers have no chance.” + </p> + <p> + “Good for Mrs. Temple!” my neighbor shouted, joyously giving himself away. + </p> + <p> + I have always noticed that when you praise a girl's beauty to her father, + though he makes a point of turning it off in the direction of her + goodness, he likes so well to believe she is pretty that he cannot hold + out against any persistence in the admirer of her beauty. My neighbor now + said with the effect of tasting a peculiar sweetness in my words, “I guess + I shall have to tell my wife, that.” Then he added, with a rush of + hospitality, “Won't you come in and tell her yourself?” + </p> + <p> + “Not now, thank you. It's about our tea-time.” + </p> + <p> + “Glad it isn't your DINNER-time!” he said, heartily. + </p> + <p> + “Well, yes. We don't see the sense of dining late in a place like this. + The fact is, we're both village-bred, and we like the mid-day dinner. We + make rather a high tea, though.” + </p> + <p> + “So do we. I always want a dish of something hot. My wife thinks cake is + light, but I think meat is.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, cake is the New England superstition,” I observed. “And I suppose + York State, too.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, more than pie is,” he agreed. “For supper, anyway. You may have pie + at any or all of the three meals, but you have GOT to have cake at tea, if + you are anybody at all. In the place where my wife lived, a woman's social + standing was measured by the number of kinds of cake she had.” + </p> + <p> + We laughed at that, too, and then there came a little interval and I said, + “Your place is looking fine.” + </p> + <p> + He turned his head and gave it a comprehensive stare. “Yes, it is,” he + admitted. “They tell me it's an ugly old house, and I guess if my girls, + counting my daughter-in-law, had their way, they would have that French + roof off, and something Georgian—that's what they call it—on, + about as quick as the carpenter could do it. They want a kind of classic + front, with pillars and a pediment; or more the Mount Vernon style, body + yellow, with white trim. They call it Georgian after Washington?” This was + obviously a joke. + </p> + <p> + “No, I believe it was another George, or four others. But I don't wonder + you want to keep your house as it is. It expresses something + characteristic.” I saved myself by forbearing to say it was handsome. It + was, in fact, a vast, gray-green wooden edifice, with a mansard-roof cut + up into many angles, tipped at the gables with rockets and finials, and + with a square tower in front, ending in a sort of lookout at the top, with + a fence of iron filigree round it. The taste of 1875 could not go further; + it must have cost a heap of money in the depreciated paper of the day. + </p> + <p> + I suggested something of the kind to my neighbor, and he laughed. “I guess + it cost all we had at the time. We had been saving along up, and in those + days it used to be thought that the best investment you could make was to + put your money in a house of your own. That's what we did, anyway. I had + just got to be superintendent of the Works, and I don't say but what we + felt my position a little. Well, we felt it more than we did when I got to + be owner.” He laughed in good-humored self-satire. “My wife used to say we + wanted a large house so as to have it big enough to hold me, when I was + feeling my best, and we built the largest we could for all the money we + had. She had a plan of her own, which she took partly from the house of a + girl friend of hers where she had been visiting, and we got a builder to + carry out her idea. We did have some talk about an architect, but the + builder said he didn't want any architect bothering around HIM, and I + don't know as SHE did, either. Her idea was plenty of chambers and plenty + of room in them, and two big parlors one side of the front door, and a + library and dining-room on the other; kitchen in the L part, and girl's + room over that; wide front hall, and black-walnut finish all through the + first floor. It was considered the best house at the time in Eastridge, + and I guess it was. But now, I don't say but what it's old-fashioned. I + have to own up to that with the girls, but I tell them so are we, and that + seems to make it all right for a while. I guess we sha'n't change.” + </p> + <p> + He continued to stare at the simple-hearted edifice, so simple-hearted in + its out-dated pretentiousness, and then he turned and leaned over the top + of the fence where he had left his arms lying, while contemplating the + early monument of his success. In making my journalistic study, more or + less involuntary, of Eastridge, I had put him down as materially the first + man of the place; I might have gone farther and put him down as the first + man intellectually. We folk who have to do more constantly with reading + and writing are apt to think that the other folk who have more to do with + making and marketing have not so much mind, but I fancy we make a mistake + in that now and then. It is only another kind of mind which they have + quite as much of as we have of ours. It was intellectual force that built + up the Plated-Ware Works of Eastridge, where there was no other reason for + their being, and it was mental grip that held constantly to the + management, and finally grasped the ownership. Nobody ever said that + Talbert had come unfairly into that, or that he had misused his money in + buying men after he began to come into it in quantity. He was felt in a + great many ways, though he made something of a point of not being + prominent in politics, after being president of the village two terms. The + minister of his church was certainly such a preacher as he liked; and + nothing was done in the church society without him; he gave the town a + library building, and a soldier's monument; he was foremost in getting the + water brought in, which was natural enough since he needed it the most; he + took a great interest in school matters, and had a fight to keep himself + off the board of education; he went into his pocket for village + improvements whenever he was asked, and he was the chief contributor to + the public fountain under the big elm. If he carefully, or even jealously + guarded his own interests, and held the leading law firm in the hollow of + his hand, he was not oppressive, to the general knowledge. He was a + despot, perhaps, but he was Blackstone's ideal of the head of a state, a + good despot. In all his family relations he was of the exemplary + perfection which most other men attain only on their tombstones, and I had + found him the best of neighbors. There were some shadows of diffidence + between the ladies of our families, mainly on the part of my wife, but + none between Talbert and me. He showed me, as a newspaper man with ideals + if not abilities rather above the average, a deference which pleased my + wife, even more than me. + </p> + <p> + It was the married daughter whom she most feared might, if occasion + offered, give herself more consequence than her due. She had tried to rule + her own family while in her father's house, and now though she had a house + of her own, my wife believed that she had not wholly relinquished her + dominion there. Her husband was the junior member of the law firm which + Talbert kept in his pay, to the exclusion of most other clients, and he + was a very good fellow, so far as I knew, with the modern conception of + his profession which, in our smaller towns and cities, has resulted in + corporation lawyers and criminal lawyers, and has left to a few aging + attorneys the faded traditions and the scanty affairs of the profession. + My wife does not mind his standing somewhat in awe of his father-in-law, + but she thinks poorly of his spirit in relation to that managing girl he + has married. Talbert's son is in the business with him, and will probably + succeed him in it; but it is well known in the place that he will never be + the man his father is, not merely on account of his college education, but + also on account of the easy temperament, which if he had indulged it to + the full would have left him no better than some kind of artist. As it is, + he seems to leave all the push to his father; he still does some sketching + outside, and putters over the aesthetic details in the business, the new + designs for the plated ware, and the illustrated catalogues which the + house publishes every year; I am in hopes that we shall get the printing, + after we have got the facilities. It would be all right with the young man + in the opinion of his censors if he had married a different kind of woman, + but young Mrs. Talbert is popularly held just such another as her husband, + and easy-going to the last degree. She was two or three years at the Art + Students' League, and it was there that her husband met her before they + both decided to give up painting and get married. + </p> + <p> + The two youngest children, or the fall chickens as they are called in + recognition of the wide interval between their ages and those of the other + children, are probably of the indeterminate character proper to their + years. We think the girl rather inclines to a hauteur based upon the + general neglect of that quality in the family, where even the eldest + sister is too much engaged in ruling to have much force left for snubbing. + The child carries herself with a vague loftiness, which has apparently not + awaited the moment of long skirts for keeping pretenders to her favor at a + distance. In the default of other impertinents to keep in abeyance we + fancy that she exercises her gift upon her younger brother, who, so far as + we have been able to note, is of a disposition which would be entirely + sweet if it were not for the exasperations he suffers from her. I like to + put myself in his place, and to hold that he believes himself a better + judge than she of the sort of companions he chooses, she being disabled by + the mental constitution of her sex, and the defects of a girl's training, + from knowing the rare quality of boys who present themselves even to my + friendly eyes as dirty, and, when not patched, ragged. I please myself in + my guesses at her character with the conjecture that she is not satisfied + with her sister's engagement to a fellow-student in a co-educational + college, who is looking forward to a professorship. + </p> + <p> + In spite of her injustice in regard to his own companions, this imaginable + attitude of hers impresses the boy, if I understand boys. I have no doubt + he reasons that she must be right about something, and as she is never + right about boys, she must be right about brothers-in-law, potential if + not actual. This one may be, for all the boy knows, a sissy; he inclines + to believe, from what he understands of the matter, that he is indeed a + sissy, or he would never have gone to a college where half the students + are girls. He himself, as I have heard, intends to go to a college, but + whether Harvard, or Bryant's Business College, he has not yet decided. One + thing he does know, though, and that is there are not going to be any + girls in it. We have not allowed our invention so great play in regard to + the elder members of our neighbor's family perhaps because we really know + something more about them. Mrs. Talbert duly called after We came to + Eastridge, and when my wife had self-respectfully waited a proper time, + which she made a little more than a week lest she should feel that she had + been too eager for the acquaintance, she returned the call. Then she met + not only Mrs. Talbert, but Mrs. Talbert's mother, who lives with them, in + an anxiety for their health which would impair her own if she were not of + a constitution such as you do not find in these days of unladylike + athletics. She was inclined to be rather strict with my wife about her own + health, and mine too, and told her she must be careful not to let me work + too hard, or overeat, or leave off my flannels before the weather was + settled in the spring. She said she had heard that I had left a very good + position on a Buffalo paper when I bought the Eastridge Banner, and that + the town ought to feel very much honored. My wife suppressed her + conviction that this was the correct view of the case, in a deprecatory + expression of our happiness in finding ourselves in Eastridge, and our + entire satisfaction with our prospects and surroundings. Then Mrs. + Talbert's mother inquired, as delicately as possible, what denominations, + religious and medical, we were of, how many children we had, and whether + mostly boys or girls, and where and how long we had been married. She was + glad, she said, that we had taken the place next them, after our brief + sojourn in the furnished house where we had first lived, and said that + there was only one objection to the locality, which was the prevalence of + moths; they obliged you to put away your things in naphtha-balls almost + the moment the spring opened. She wished to know what books my wife was + presently reading, and whether she approved of women's clubs to the extent + that they were carried to in some places. She believed in book clubs, but + to her mind it was very questionable whether the time that ladies gave to + writing papers on so many different subjects was well spent. She thought + it a pity that so many things were canned, nowadays, and so well canned + that the old arts of pickling and preserving were almost entirely lost. In + the conversation, where she bore a leading part as long as she remained in + the room, her mind took a wide range, and visited more human interests + than my wife was at first able to mention, though afterward she remembered + so many that I formed the notion of something encyclopedic in its compass. + When she reached the letter Z, she rose and took leave of my wife, saying + that now she must go and lie down, as it appeared to be her invariable + custom to do (in behalf of the robust health which she had inherited + unimpaired from a New England ancestry), at exactly half-past four every + afternoon. It was this, she said, more than any one thing that enabled her + to go through so much as she did; but through the door which she left open + behind her my wife heard Talbert's voice saying, in mixed mockery and + tenderness, “Don't forget your tonic, mother,” and hers saying, “No, I + won't, Cyrus. I never forget it, and it's a great pity you don't take it, + too.” + </p> + <p> + It was our conclusion from all the facts of this call, when we came to + discuss them in the light of some friendly gossip which we had previously + heard, that the eldest daughter of the Talberts came honestly by her love + of ruling if she got it from her grandmother, but that she was able to + indulge it oftener, and yet not so often as might have been supposed from + the mild reticence of her mother. Older if not shrewder observers than + ourselves declared that what went in that house was what Mrs. Talbert + said, and that it went all the more effectively because what she said + Talbert said too. + </p> + <p> + That might have been because she said so little. When her mother left the + room she let a silence follow in which she seemed too embarrassed to speak + for a while on finding herself alone with my wife, and my wife decided + that the shyness of the girl whose engagement was soon afterward reported, + as well as the easy-goingness of the eldest son, had come from their + mother. As soon as Mrs. Talbert could command herself, she began to talk, + and every word she said was full of sense, with a little gust of humor in + the sense which was perfectly charming. Absolutely unworldly as she was, + she had very good manners; in her evasive way she was certainly qualified + to be the leader of society in Eastridge, and socially Eastridge thought + fairly well of itself. She did not obviously pretend to so much literature + as her mother, but she showed an even nicer intelligence of our own + situation in Eastridge. She spoke with a quiet appreciation of the + improvement in the Banner, which, although she quoted Mr. Talbert, seemed + to be the result of her personal acquaintance with the paper in the past + as well as the present. My wife pronounced her the ideal mother of a + family, and just what the wife of such a man as Cyrus Talbert ought to be, + but no doubt because Mrs. Talbert's characteristics were not so salient as + her mother's, my wife was less definitely descriptive of her. + </p> + <p> + From time to time, it seemed that there was a sister of Mr. Talbert's who + visited in the family, but was now away on one of the many other visits in + which she passed her life. She was always going or coming somewhere, but + at the moment she was gone. My wife inferred from the generation to which + her brother belonged that she had long been a lady of that age when ladies + begin to be spoken of as maiden. Mrs. Talbert spoke of her as if they were + better friends than sisters-in-law are apt to be, and said that she was to + be with them soon, and she would bring her with her when she returned my + wife's call. From the general impression in Eastridge we gathered that + Miss Talbert was not without the disappointment which endears maiden + ladies to the imagination, but the disappointment was of a date so remote + that it was only matter of pathetic hearsay, now. Miss Talbert, in her + much going and coming, had not failed of being several times in Europe. + She especially affected Florence, where she was believed to have studied + the Tuscan School to unusual purpose, though this was not apparent in any + work of her own. We formed the notion that she might be uncomfortably + cultured, but when she came to call with Mrs. Talbert afterward, my wife + reported that you would not have thought, except for a remark she dropped + now and then, that she had ever been out of her central New York village, + and so far from putting on airs of art, she did not speak of any gallery + abroad, or of the pensions in which she stayed in Florence, or the hotels + in other cities of Italy where she had stopped to visit the local schools + of painting. + </p> + <p> + In this somewhat protracted excursion I have not forgotten that I left Mr. + Talbert leaning against our party fence, with his arms resting on the top, + after a keen if not critical survey of his dwelling. He did not take up + our talk at just the point where we had been in it, but after a reflective + moment, he said, “I don't remember just whether Mrs. Temple told my + mother-in-law you were homoeopaths or allopaths.” + </p> + <p> + “Well,” I said, “that depends. I rather think we are homoeopaths of a + low-potency type.” My neighbor's face confessed a certain disappointment. + “But we are not bigoted, even in the article of appreciable doses. Our own + family doctor in our old place always advised us, in stress of absence + from him, to get the best doctor wherever we happened to be, so far as we + could make him out, and not mind what school he was of. I suppose we have + been treated by as many allopaths as homoeopaths, but we're rather a + healthy family, and put it all together we have not been treated a great + deal by either.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Talbert looked relieved. “Oh, then you will have Dr. Denbigh. He puts + your rule the other way, and gets the best patient he can, no matter + whether he is a homoeopath or an allopath. We have him, in all our + branches; he is the best doctor in Eastridge, and he is the best man. I + want you to know him, and you can't know a doctor the way you ought to, + unless he's your family physician.” + </p> + <p> + “You're quite right, I think, but that's a matter I should have to leave + two-thirds of to my wife: women are two-thirds of the patients in every + healthy family, and they ought to have the ruling voice about the doctor.” + We had formed the habit already of laughing at any appearance of joke in + each other, and my neighbor now rolled his large head in mirth, and said: + </p> + <p> + “That's so, I guess. But I guess there won't be any trouble about Mrs. + Temple's vote when she sees Denbigh. His specialty is the capture of + sensible women. They all swear by him. You met him, didn't you, at my + office, the other day?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh yes, and I liked him so much that I wished I was sick on the spot!” + </p> + <p> + “That's good!” my neighbor said, joyfully. + </p> + <p> + “Well, you could meet the doctor there almost any afternoon of the week, + toward closing-up hours, and almost any evening at our house here, when he + isn't off on duty. It's a generally understood thing that if he isn't at + home, or making a professional visit, he's at one place or the other. The + farmers round stop for him with their buggies, when they're in a hurry, + and half our calls over the 'phone are for Dr. Denbigh. The fact is he + likes to talk, and if there's any sort of man that <i>I</i> like to talk + with better than another, it's a doctor. I never knew one yet that didn't + say something worth while within five minutes' time. Then, you know that + you can be free with them, be yourself, and that's always worth while, + whether you're worth while yourself or not. You can say just what you + think about anybody or anything, and you know it won't go farther. You may + not be a patient, but they've always got their Hippocratic oath with them, + and they're safe. That so?” + </p> + <p> + My neighbor wished the pleasure of my explicit assent; my tacit assent he + must have read in my smile. “Yes,” I said, “and they're always so tolerant + and compassionate. I don't want to say anything against the reverend + clergy; they're oftener saints upon earth than we allow; but a doctor is + more solid comfort; he seems to understand you exponentially.” + </p> + <p> + “That's it! You've hit it! He's seen lots of other cases like yours, and + next to a man's feeling that he's a peculiar sufferer, he likes to know + that there are other fellows in the same box.” + </p> + <p> + We both laughed at this; it was, in fact, a joke we were the joint authors + of. + </p> + <p> + “Well, we don't often talk about my ailments; I haven't got a great many; + and generally we get on some abstract topic. Just now we're running the + question of female education, perhaps because it's impersonal, and we can + both treat of it without prejudice.” + </p> + <p> + “The doctor isn't married, I believe?” + </p> + <p> + “He's a widower of long standing, and that's the best kind of doctor to + have: then he's a kind of a bachelor with practical wisdom added. You see, + I've always had the idea that women, beginning with little girls and + ending with grandmothers, ought to be brought up as nearly like their + brothers as can be—that is, if they are to be the wives of other + women's brothers. It don't so much matter how an old maid is brought up, + but you can't have her destiny in view, though I believe if an old maid + could be brought up more like an old bachelor she would be more + comfortable to herself, anyway.” + </p> + <p> + “And what does Dr. Denbigh say?” + </p> + <p> + “Well, you must hear him talk. I guess he rather wants to draw me out, for + the most part.” + </p> + <p> + “I don't wonder at that. I wish you'd draw yourself out. I've thought + something in the direction of your opinion myself.” + </p> + <p> + “Have you? That's good! We'll tackle the doctor together sometime. The + difficulty about putting a thing like that in practice is that you have to + co-operate in it with women who have been brought up in the old way. A + man's wife is a woman—” + </p> + <p> + “Generally,” I assented, as if for argument's sake. + </p> + <p> + He gave himself time to laugh. “And she has the charge of the children as + long as they're young, and she's a good deal more likely to bring up the + boys like girls than the girls like boys. But the boys take themselves out + of her hands pretty soon, while the girls have to stay under her thumb + till they come out just the kind of women we've always had.” + </p> + <p> + “We've managed to worry along with them.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, we have. And I don't say but what we fancy them as they are when we + first begin to 'take notice.' One trouble is that children are sick so + much, and their mothers scare you with that, and you haven't the courage + to put your theories into practice. I can't say that any of my girls have + inherited my constitution but this one.” I knew he meant the one whose + engagement was the origin of our conversation. “If you've heard my + mother-in-law talk about her constitution you would think she belonged to + the healthiest family that ever got out of New England alive, but the fact + is there's always something the matter with her, or she thinks there is, + and she's taking medicine for it, anyway. I can't say but what my wife has + always been strong enough, and I've been satisfied to have the children + take after her; but when I saw this one's sorrel-top as we used to call it + before we admired red hair, I knew she was a Talbert, and I made up my + mind to begin my system with her.” He laughed as with a sense of agreeable + discomfiture. “I can't say it worked very well, or rather that it had a + chance. You see, her mother had to apply it; I was always too busy. And a + curious thing was that though the girl looked like me, she was a good deal + more like her mother in temperament and character.” + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps,” I ventured, “that's the reason why she was your favorite.” + </p> + <p> + He dropped his head in rather a shamefaced way, but lifted it with another + laugh. “Well, there may be something in that. Not,” he gravely retrieved + himself, “that we have ever distinguished between our children.” + </p> + <p> + “No, neither have we. But one can't help liking the ways of one child + better than another; one will rather take the fancy more than the rest.” + </p> + <p> + “Well,” my neighbor owned, “I don't know but it's that kind of shyness in + them both. I suppose one likes to think his girl looks like him, but + doesn't mind her being like her mother. I'm glad she's got my + constitution, though. My eldest daughter is more like her grandmother in + looks, and I guess she's got her disposition too, more. I don't know,” he + said, vaguely, “what the last one is going to be like. She seems to be + more worldly. But,” he resumed, strenuously, as if the remembrance of old + opposition remained in his nerves, “when it came to this going off to + school, or college, or whatever, I put my foot down, and kept it down. I + guess her mother was willing enough to do my way, but her sister was all + for some of those colleges where girls are educated with other girls and + not with young men. She said they were more ladylike, and a lot more stuff + and nonsense, and were more likely to be fit for society. She said this + one would meet a lot of jays, and very likely fall in love with one; and + when we first heard of this affair of Peggy's I don't believe but what her + sister got more satisfaction out of it than I did. She's quick enough! And + a woman likes to feel that she's a prophetess at any time of her life. + That's about all that seems to keep some of them going when they get old.” + I knew that here he had his mother-in-law rather than his daughter in + mind, and I didn't interrupt the sarcastic silence into which he fell. + “You've never met the young man, I believe?” he asked, at quite another + point, and to the negation of my look he added, “To be sure! We've hardly + met him ourselves; he's only been here once; but you'll see him—you + and Mrs. Temple. Well!” He lifted his head, as if he were going away, but + he did not lift his arms from the fence, and so I knew that he had not + emptied the bag of his unexpected confidences; I did not know why he was + making them to me, but I liked him the better for them, and tried to feel + that I was worthy of them. He began with a laugh, “They both paid it into + me so,” and now I knew that he meant his eldest daughter as well as her + grandmother, “that my wife turned round and took my part, and said it was + the very best thing that could happen; and she used all the arguments that + I had used with her, when she had her misgivings about it, and she didn't + leave them a word to say. A curious thing about it was, that though my + arguments seemed to convince them, they didn't convince me. Ever notice, + how when another person repeats what you've said, it sounds kind of weak + and foolish?” I owned that my reasons had at times some such way of + turning against me from the mouths of others, and he went on: “But they + seemed to silence her own misgivings, and she's been enthusiastic for the + engagement ever since. What's the reason,” he asked, “why a man, if he's + any way impetuous, wants to back out of a situation just about the time a + woman has got set in it like the everlasting hills? Is it because she + feels the need of holding fast for both, or is it because she knows she + hasn't the strength to keep to her conclusion, if she wavers at all, while + a man can let himself play back and forth, and still stay put.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, in a question like that,” I said, and I won my neighbor's easy + laugh, “I always like to give my own sex the benefit of the doubt, and I + haven't any question but man's inconsistency is always attributable to his + magnanimity.” + </p> +<div class="fig" style="width:50%;"> <img src="images/{0006}.jpg" alt="{0006}" width="100%" /><br /> </div> <h5> <a href="images/{0006}.jpg"> <img src="images/enlarge.jpg" alt="" /> </a> </h5> + + <p> + “I guess I shall have to put that up on the doctor,” my neighbor said, as + he lifted his arms from the fence at last, and backed away from it. I knew + that he was really going in-doors now, and that I must come out with what + was in my mind, if I meant to say it at all, and so I said, “By-the-way, + there's something. You know I don't go in much for what's called society + journalism, especially in the country press, where it mostly takes the + form of 'Miss Sadie Myers is visiting with Miss Mamie Peters,' but I + realize that a country paper nowadays must be a kind of open letter to the + neighborhood, and I suppose you have no objection to my mentioning the + engagement?” + </p> + <p> + This made Mr. Talbert look serious; and I fancy my proposition made him + realize the affair as he had not before, perhaps. After a moment's pause, + he said, “Well! That's something I should like to talk with my wife + about.” + </p> + <p> + “Do so!” I applauded. “I only suggest it—or chiefly, or partly—because + you can have it reach our public in just the form you want, and the + Rochester and Syracuse papers will copy my paragraph; but if you leave it + to their Eastridge correspondents—” + </p> + <p> + “That's true,” he assented. “I'll speak to Mrs. Talbert—” He walked + so inconclusively away that I was not surprised to have him turn and come + back before I left my place. “Why, certainly! Make the announcement! It's + got to come out. It's a kind of a wrench, thinking of it as a public + affair; because a man's daughter is always a little girl to him, and he + can't realize—And this one—But of course!” + </p> + <p> + “Would you like to suggest any particular form of words?” I hesitated. + </p> + <p> + “Oh no! Leave that to you entirely. I know we can trust you not to make + any blare about it. Just say that they were fellow-students—I should + like that to be known, so that people sha'n't think I don't like to have + it known—and that he's looking forward to a professorship in the + same college—How queer it all seems!” + </p> + <p> + “Very well, then, I'll announce it in our next. There's time to send me + word if Mrs. Talbert has any suggestions.” + </p> + <p> + “All right. But she won't have any. Well, good-evening.” + </p> + <p> + “Good-evening,” I said from my side of the fence; and when I had watched + him definitively in-doors, I turned and walked into my own house. + </p> + <p> + The first thing my wife said was, “You haven't asked him to let you + announce it in the Banner?” + </p> + <p> + “But I have, though!” + </p> + <p> + “Well!” she gasped. + </p> + <p> + “What is the matter?” I demanded. “It's a public affair, isn't it?” + </p> + <p> + “It's a family affair—” + </p> + <p> + “Well, I consider the readers of the Banner a part of the family.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0002" id="link2H_4_0002"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + II. THE OLD-MAID AUNT, by Mary E. Wilkins Freeman + </h2> + <p> + I am relegated here in Eastridge to the position in which I suppose I + properly belong, and I dare say it is for my best spiritual and temporal + good. Here I am the old-maid aunt. Not a day, not an hour, not a minute, + when I am with other people, passes that I do not see myself in their + estimation playing that role as plainly as if I saw myself in a + looking-glass. It is a moral lesson which I presume I need. I have just + returned from my visit at the Pollards' country-house in Lancaster, where + I most assuredly did not have it. I do not think I deceive myself. I know + it is the popular opinion that old maids are exceedingly prone to deceive + themselves concerning the endurance of their youth and charms, and the + views of other people with regard to them. But I am willing, even anxious, + to be quite frank with myself. Since—well, never mind since what + time—I have not cared an iota whether I was considered an old maid + or not. The situation has seemed to me rather amusing, inasmuch as it has + involved a secret willingness to be what everybody has considered me as + very unwilling to be. I have regarded it as a sort of joke upon other + people. + </p> + <p> + But I think I am honest—I really mean to be, and I think I am—when + I say that outside Eastridge the role of an old-maid aunt is the very last + one which I can take to any advantage. Here I am estimated according to + what people think I am, rather than what I actually am. In the first + place, I am only fifteen years older than Peggy, who has just become + engaged, but those fifteen years seem countless aeons to the child herself + and the other members of the family. I am ten years younger than my + brother's wife, but she and my brother regard me as old enough to be her + mother. As for Grandmother Evarts, she fairly looks up to me as her + superior in age, although she DOES patronize me. She would patronize the + prophets of old. I don't believe she ever says her prayers without + infusing a little patronage into her petitions. The other day Grandmother + Evarts actually inquired of me, of ME! concerning a knitting-stitch. I had + half a mind to retort, “Would you like a lesson in bridge, dear old soul?” + She never heard of bridge, and I suppose she would have thought I meant + bridge-building. I sometimes wonder why it is that all my brother's family + are so singularly unsophisticated, even Cyrus himself, able as he is and + dear as he is. + </p> + <p> + Sometimes I speculate as to whether it can be due to the mansard-roof of + their house. I have always had a theory that inanimate things exerted more + of an influence over people than they dreamed, and a mansard-roof, to my + mind, belongs to a period which was most unsophisticated and fatuous, not + merely concerning aesthetics, but simple comfort. Those bedrooms under the + mansard-roof are miracles not only of ugliness, but discomfort, and there + is no attic. I think that a house without a good roomy attic is like a man + without brains. Possibly living in a brainless house has affected the + mental outlook of my relatives, although their brains are well enough. + Peggy is not exactly remarkable for hers, but she is charmingly pretty, + and has a wonderful knack at putting on her clothes, which might be + esteemed a purely feminine brain, in her fingers. Charles Edward really + has brains, although he is a round peg in a square hole, and as for Alice, + her brains are above the normal, although she unfortunately knows it, and + Billy, if he ever gets away from Alice, will show what he is made of. + Maria's intellect is all right, although cast in a petty mould. She + repeats Grandmother Evarts, which is a pity, because there are types not + worth repeating. Maria if she had not her husband Tom to manage, would + simply fall on her face. It goes hard with a purely patronizing soul when + there is nobody to manage; there is apt to be an explosion. However, Maria + HAS Tom. But none of my brother's family, not even my dear sister-in-law, + Cyrus's wife, have the right point of view with regard to the present, + possibly on account of the mansard-roof which has overshadowed them. They + do not know that today an old-maid aunt is as much of an anomaly as a + spinning-wheel, that she has ceased to exist, that she is prehistoric, + that even grandmothers have almost disappeared from off the face of the + earth. In short, they do not know that I am not an old-maid aunt except + under this blessed mansard-roof, and some other roofs of Eastridge, many + of which are also mansard, where the influence of their fixed belief + prevails. For instance, they told the people next door, who have moved + here recently, that the old-maid aunt was coming, and so, when I went to + call with my sister-in-law, Mrs. Temple saw her quite distinctly. To think + of Ned Temple being married to a woman like that, who takes things on + trust and does not use her own eyes! Her two little girls are exactly like + her. I wonder what Ned himself will think. I wonder if he will see that my + hair is as red-gold as Peggy's, that I am quite as slim, that there is not + a line on my face, that I still keep my girl color with no aid, that I + wear frills of the latest fashion, and look no older than when he first + saw me. I really do not know myself how I have managed to remain so + intact; possibly because I have always grasped all the minor sweets of + life, even if I could not have the really big worth-while ones. I honestly + do not think that I have had the latter. But I have not taken the position + of some people, that if I cannot have what I want most I will have + nothing. I have taken whatever Providence chose to give me in the way of + small sweets, and made the most of them. Then I have had much womanly + pride, and that is a powerful tonic. + </p> + <p> + For instance, years ago, when my best lamp of life went out, so to speak, + I lit all my candles and kept my path. I took just as much pains with my + hair and my dress, and if I was unhappy I kept it out of evidence on my + face. I let my heart ache and bleed, but I would have died before I + wrinkled my forehead and dimmed my eyes with tears and let everybody else + know. That was about the time when I met Ned Temple, and he fell so madly + in love with me, and threatened to shoot himself if I would not marry him. + He did not. Most men do not. I wonder if he placed me when he heard of my + anticipated coming. Probably he did not. They have probably alluded to me + as dear old Aunt Elizabeth, and when he met me (I was staying at Harriet + Munroe's before she was married) nobody called me Elizabeth, but Lily. + Miss Elizabeth Talbert, instead of Lily Talbert, might naturally set him + wrong. Everybody here calls me Elizabeth. Outside Eastridge I am Lily. I + dare say Ned Temple has not dreamed who I am. I hear that he is quite + brilliant, although the poor fellow must be limited as to his income. + However, in some respects it must be just as well. It would be a great + trial to a man with a large income to have a wife like Mrs. Temple, who + could make no good use of it. You might load that poor soul with crown + jewels and she would make them look as if she had bought them at a + department store for ninety-eight cents. And the way she keeps her house + must be maddening, I should think, to a brilliant man. Fancy the books on + the table being all arranged with the large ones under the small ones in + perfectly even piles! I am sure that he has his meals on time, and I am + equally sure that the principal dishes are preserves and hot biscuits and + cake. That sort of diet simply shows forth in Mrs. Temple and her + children. I am sure that his socks are always mended, but I know that he + always wipes his feet before he enters the house, that it has become a + matter of conscience with him; and those exactions are to me pathetic. + These reflections are uncommonly like the popular conception as to how an + old-maid aunt should reflect, had she not ceased to exist. Sometimes I + wish she were still existing and that I carried out her character to the + full. I am not at all sure but she, as she once was, coming here, would + not have brought more happiness than I have. I must say I thought so when + I saw poor Harry Goward turn so pale when he first saw me after my + arrival. Why, in the name of common-sense, Ada, my sister-in-law, when she + wrote to me at the Pollards', announcing Peggy's engagement, could not + have mentioned who the man was, I cannot see. + </p> + <p> + Sometimes it seems to me that only the girl and the engagement figure at + all in such matters. I suppose Peggy always alluded to me as “dear Aunt + Elizabeth,” when that poor young fellow knew me at the Abercrombies', + where we were staying a year ago, as Miss Lily Talbert. The situation with + regard to him and Peggy fairly puzzles me. I simply do not know what to + do. Goodness knows I never lifted my finger to attract him. Flirtations + between older women and boys always have seemed to me contemptible. I + never particularly noticed him, although he is a charming young fellow, + and there is not as much difference in our ages as in those of Harriet + Munroe and her husband, and if I am not mistaken there is more difference + between the ages of Ned Temple and his wife. Poor soul! she looks old + enough to be his mother, as I remember him, but that may be partly due to + the way she arranges her hair. However, Ned himself may have changed; + there must be considerable wear and tear about matrimony, taken in + connection with editing a country newspaper. If I had married Ned I might + have looked as old as Mrs. Temple does. I wonder what Ned will do when he + sees me. I know he will not turn white, as poor Harry Goward did. That + really worries me. I am fond of little Peggy, and the situation is really + rather awful. She is engaged to a man who is fond of her aunt and cannot + conceal it. Still, the affection of most male things is curable. If Peggy + has sense enough to retain her love for frills and bows, and puts on her + clothes as well, and arranges her hair as prettily, after she has been + married a year—no, ten years (it will take at least ten years to + make a proper old-maid aunt of me)—she may have the innings. But + Peggy has no brains, and it really takes a woman with brains to keep her + looks after matrimony. + </p> + <p> + Of course, the poor little soul has no danger to fear from me; it is lucky + for her that her fiance fell in love with me; but it is the principle of + the thing which worries me. Harry Goward must be as fickle as a honey-bee. + There is no assurance whatever for Peggy that he will not fall headlong in + love—and headlong is just the word for it—with any other woman + after he has married her. I did not want the poor fellow to stick to me, + but when I come to think of it that is the trouble. How short-sighted I + am! It is his perverted fickleness rather than his actual fickleness which + worries me. He has proposed to Peggy when he was in love with another + woman, probably because he was in love with another woman. Now Peggy, + although she is not brilliant, in spite of her co-education (perhaps + because of it), is a darling, and she deserves a good husband. She loves + this man with her whole heart, poor little thing! that is easy enough to + be seen, and he does not care for her, at least not when I am around or + when I am in his mind. The question is, is this marriage going to make the + child happy? My first impulse, when I saw Harry Goward and knew that he + was poor Peggy's lover, was immediately to pack up and leave. Then I + really wondered if that was the wisest thing to do. I wanted to see for + myself if Harry Goward were really in earnest about poor little Peggy and + had gotten over his mad infatuation for her aunt and would make her a good + husband. Perhaps I ought to leave, and yet I wonder if I ought. Harry + Goward may have turned pale simply from his memory of what an uncommon + fool he had been, and the consideration of the embarrassing position in + which his past folly has placed him, if I chose to make revelations. He + might have known that I would not; still, men know so little of women. I + think that possibly I am worrying myself needlessly, and that he is really + in love with Peggy. She is quite a little beauty, and she does know how to + put her clothes on so charmingly. The adjustments of her shirt-waists are + simply perfection. I may be very foolish to go away; I may be even + insufferably conceited in assuming that Harry's change of color signified + anything which could make it necessary. But, after all, he must be fickle + and ready to turn from one to another, or deceitful, and I must admit that + if Peggy were my daughter, and Harry had never been mad about me six weeks + ago, but about some other woman, I should still feel the same way. + </p> + <p> + Sometimes I wonder if I ought to tell Ada. She is the girl's mother. I + might shift the responsibility on to her. I almost think I will. She is + alone in her room now, I know. Peggy and Harry have gone for a drive, and + the rest have scattered. It is a good chance. I really don't feel as if I + ought to bear the whole responsibility alone. I will go this minute and + tell Ada. + </p> + <p> + Well, I have told Ada, and here I am back in my room, laughing over the + result. I might as well have told the flour-barrel. Anything like Ada's + ease of character and inability to worry or even face a disturbing + situation I have never seen. I laugh, although her method of receiving my + tale was not, so to speak, flattering to me. Ada was in her loose white + kimono, and she was sitting at her shady window darning stockings in very + much the same way that a cow chews her cud; and when I told her, under + promise of the strictest secrecy, she just laughed that placid little + laugh of hers and said, taking another stitch, “Oh, well, boys are always + falling in love with older women.” And when I asked if she thought + seriously that Peggy might not be running a risk, she said: “Oh dear, no; + Harry is devoted to the child. You can't be foolish enough. Aunt + Elizabeth, to think that he is in love with you NOW?” + </p> + <p> + I said, “Certainly not.” It was only the principle involved; that the + young man must be very changeable, and that Peggy might run a risk in the + future if Harry were thrown in much with other women. + </p> + <p> + Ada only laughed again, and kept on with her darning, and said she guessed + there was no need to worry. Harry seemed to her very much like Cyrus, and + she was sure that Cyrus had never thought of another woman besides herself + (Ada). + </p> + <p> + I wonder if another woman would have said what I might have said, + especially after that imputation of the idiocy of my thinking that a young + man could possibly fancy ME. I said nothing, but I wondered what Ada would + say if she knew what I knew, if she would continue to chew her cud, that + Cyrus had been simply mad over another girl, and only married her because + he could not get the other one, and when the other died, five years after + he was married to Ada, he sent flowers, and I should not to this day + venture to speak that girl's name to the man. She was a great beauty, and + she had a wonderful witchery about her. I was only a child, but I remember + how she looked. Why, I fell in love with her myself! Cyrus can never + forget a woman like that for a cud-chewing creature like Ada, even if she + does keep his house in order and make a good mother to his children. The + other would not have kept the house in order at all, but it would have + been a shrine. Cyrus worshipped that girl, and love may supplant love, but + not worship. Ada does not know, and she never will through me, but I + declare I was almost wicked enough to tell her when I saw her placidly + darning away, without the slightest conception, any more than a feather + pillow would have, of what this ridiculous affair with me might mean in + future consequences to poor, innocent little Peggy. But I can only hope + the boy has gotten over his feeling for me, that he has been really + changeable, for that would be infinitely better than the other thing. + </p> + <p> + Well, I shall not need to go away. Harry Goward has himself solved that + problem. He goes himself to-morrow. He has invented a telegram about a + sick uncle, all according to the very best melodrama. But what I feared is + true—he is still as mad as ever about me. I went down to the + post-office for the evening mail, and was coming home by moonlight, + unattended, as any undesirable maiden aunt may safely do, when the boy + overtook me. I had heard his hurried steps behind me for some time. Up he + rushed just as we reached the vacant lot before the Temple house, and + caught my arm and poured forth a volume of confessions and avowals, and, + in short, told me he did not love Peggy, but me, and he never would love + anybody but me. I actually felt faint for a second. Then I talked. I told + him what a dishonorable wretch he was, and said he might as well have + plunged a knife into an innocent, confiding girl at once as to have + treated Peggy so. I told him to go away and let me alone and write + friendly letters to Peggy, and see if he would not recover his senses, if + he had any to recover, which I thought doubtful; and then when he said he + would not budge a step, that he would remain in Eastridge, if only for the + sake of breathing the same air I did, that he would tell Peggy the whole + truth at once, and bear all the blame which he deserved for being so + dishonorable, I arose to the occasion. I said, “Very well, remain, but you + may have to breathe not only the same air that I do, but also the same air + that the man whom I am to marry does.” I declare that I had no man + whatever in mind. I said it in sheer desperation. Then the boy burst forth + with another torrent, and the secret was out. + </p> + <p> + My brother and my sister-in-law and Grandmother Evarts and the children, + for all I know, have all been match-making for me. I did not suspect it of + them. I supposed they esteemed my case as utterly hopeless, and then I + knew that Cyrus knew about—well, never mind; I don't often mention + him to myself. I certainly thought that they all would have as soon + endeavored to raise the dead as to marry me, but it seems that they have + been thinking that while there is life there is hope, or rather, while + there are widowers there is hope. And there is a widower in Eastridge—Dr. + Denbigh. He is the candle about which the mothlike dreams of ancient + maidens and widows have fluttered, to their futile singeing, for the last + twenty years. I really did not dream that they would think I would + flutter, even if I was an old-maid aunt. But Harry cried out that if I + were going to marry Dr. Denbigh he would go away. He never would stay and + be a witness to such sacrilege. “That OLD man!” he raved. And when I said + I was not a young girl myself he got all the madder. Well, I allowed him + to think I was going to marry Dr. Denbigh (I wonder what the doctor would + say), and as a consequence Harry will flit to-morrow, and he is with poor + little Peggy out in the grape-arbor, and she is crying her eyes out. If he + dares tell her what a fool he is I could kill him. I am horribly afraid + that he will let it out, for I never saw such an alarmingly impetuous + youth. Young Lochinvar out of the west was mere cambric tea to him. I am + really thankful that he has not a gallant steed, nor even an automobile, + for the old-maid aunt might yet be captured as the Sabine women were. + </p> + <p> + Well, thank fortune, Harry has left, and he cannot have told, for poor + little Peggy has been sitting with me for a solid hour, sniffing, and + sounding his praises. Somehow the child made me think of myself at her + age. I was about a year older when my tragedy came and was never righted. + Hers, I think, will be, since Harry was not such an ass as to confess + before he went away. But all the same, I am concerned for her happiness, + for Harry is either fickle or deceitful. Sometimes I wonder what my duty + is, but I can't tell the child. It would do no more good for me to consult + my brother Cyrus than it did to consult Ada. I know of no one whom I can + consult. Charles Edward and his wife, who is just like Ada, pretty, but + always with her shirt-waist hunching in the back, sitting wrong, and + standing lopsided, and not worrying enough to give her character salt and + pepper, are there. (I should think she would drive Charles Edward, who is + really an artist, only out of his proper sphere, mad.) Tom and Maria are + down there, too, on the piazza, and Ada at her everlasting darning, and + Alice bossing Billy as usual. I can hear her voice. I think I will put on + another gown and go for a walk. + </p> + <p> + I think I will put on my pink linen, and my hat lined with pink chiffon + and trimmed with shaded roses. That particular shade of pink is just right + for my hair. I know quite well how I look in that gown and hat, and I + know, also, quite well how I shall look to the members of my family + assembled below. They all unanimously consider that I should dress always + in black silk, and a bonnet with a neat little tuft of middle-aged + violets, and black ribbons tied under my chin. I know I am wicked to put + on that pink gown and hat, but I shall do it. I wonder why it amuses me to + be made fun of. Thank fortune, I have a sense of humor. If I did not have + that it might have come to the black silk and the bonnet with the tuft of + violets, for the Lord knows I have not, after all, so very much compared + with what some women have. It troubles me to think of that young fool + rushing away and poor, dear little Peggy; but what can I do? This pink + gown is fetching, and how they will stare when I go down! + </p> + <p> + Well, they did stare. How pretty this street is, with the elms arching + over it. I made quite a commotion, and they all saw me through their + eyeglasses of prejudice, except, possibly, Tom Price, Maria's husband. I + am certain I heard him say, as I marched away, “Well, I don't care; she + does look stunning, anyhow,” but Maria hushed him up. I heard her say, + “Pink at her age, and a pink hat, and a parasol lined with pink!” Ada + really looked more disturbed than I have ever seen her. If I had been + Godiva, going for my sacrificial ride through the town, it could not have + been much worse. She made her eyes round and big, and asked, in a voice + which was really agitated, “Are you going out in that dress. Aunt + Elizabeth?” And Aunt Elizabeth replied that she certainly was, and she + went after she had exchanged greetings with the family and kissed Peggy's + tear-stained little face. Charles Edward's wife actually straightened her + spinal column, she was so amazed at the sight of me in my rose-colored + array. Charles Edward, to do him justice, stared at me with a bewildered + air, as if he were trying to reconcile his senses with his traditions. He + is an artist, but he will always be hampered by thinking he sees what he + has been brought up to think he sees. That is the reason why he has + settled down uncomplainingly in Cyrus's “Works,” as he calls them, doing + the very slight aesthetics possible in such a connection. Now Charles + Edward would think that sunburned grass over in that field is green, when + it is pink, because he has been taught that grass is green. If poor + Charles Edward only knew that grass was green not of itself, but because + of occasional conditions, and knew that his aunt looked—well, as she + does look—he would flee for his life, and that which is better than + his life, from the “Works,” and be an artist, but he never will know or + know that he knows, which comes to the same thing. + </p> + <p> + Well, what does it matter to me? I have just met a woman who stared at me, + and spoke as if she thought I were a lunatic to be afield in this array. + What does anything matter? Sometimes, when I am with people who see + straight, I do take a certain pleasure in looking well, because I am a + woman, and nothing can quite take away that pleasure from me; but all the + time I know it does not matter, that nothing has really mattered since I + was about Peggy's age and Lyman Wilde quarrelled with me over nothing and + vanished into thin air, so far as I was concerned. I suppose he is + comfortably settled with a wife and family somewhere. It is rather odd, + though, that with all my wandering on this side of the water and the other + I have never once crossed his tracks. He may be in the Far East, with a + harem. I never have been in the Far East. Well, it does not matter to me + where he is. That is ancient history. On the whole, though, I like the + harem idea better than the single wife. I have what is left to me—the + little things of life, the pretty effects which go to make me pretty + (outside Eastridge); the comforts of civilization, travelling and seeing + beautiful things, also seeing ugly things to enhance the beautiful. I have + pleasant days in beautiful Florence. I have friends. I have everything + except—well, except everything. That I must do without. But I will + do without it gracefully, with never a whimper, or I don't know myself. + But now I AM worried over Peggy. I wish I could consult with somebody with + sense. What a woman I am! I mean, how feminine I am! I wish I could cure + myself of the habit of being feminine. It is a horrible nuisance; this + wishing to consult with somebody when I am worried is so disgustingly + feminine. + </p> + <p> + Well, I have consulted. I am back in my own room. It is after supper. We + had three kinds of cake, hot biscuits, and raspberries, and—a + concession to Cyrus—a platter of cold ham and an egg salad. He will + have something hearty, as he calls it (bless him! he is a good-fellow), + for supper. I am glad, for I should starve on Ada's New England menus. I + feel better, now that I have consulted, although, when I really consider + the matter, I can't see that I have arrived at any very definite issue. + But I have consulted, and, above all things, with Ned Temple! I was + walking down the street, and I reached his newspaper building. It is a + funny little affair; looks like a toy house. It is all given up to the + mighty affairs of the Eastridge Banner. In front there is a piazza, and on + this piazza sat Ned Temple. Changed? Well, yes, poor fellow! He is thin. I + am so glad he is thin instead of fat; thinness is not nearly so + disillusioning. His hair is iron-gray, but he is, after all, + distinguished-looking, and his manners are entirely sophisticated. He + shows at a glance, at a word, that he is a brilliant man, although he is + stranded upon such a petty little editorial island. And—and he saw + ME as I am. He did not change color. He is too self-poised; besides, he is + too honorable. But he saw ME. He rose immediately and came to speak to me. + He shook hands. He looked at my face under my pink-lined hat. He saw it as + it was; but bless him! that stupid wife of his holds him fast with his own + honor. Ned Temple is a good man. Sometimes I wonder if it would not have + been better if he, instead of Lyman—Well, that is idiotic. + </p> + <p> + He said he had to go to the post-office, and then it was time for him to + go home to supper (to the cake and sauce, I suppose), and with my + permission he would walk with me. So he did. I don't know how it happened + that I consulted with him. I think he spoke of Peggy's engagement, and + that led up to it. But I could speak to him, because I knew that he, + seeing me as I really am, would view the matter seriously. I told him + about the miserable affair, and he said that I had done exactly right. I + can't remember that he offered any actual solution, but it was something + to be told that I had done exactly right. And then he spoke of his wife, + and in such a faithful fashion, and so lovingly of his two commonplace + little girls. Ned Temple is as good as he is brilliant. It is really + rather astonishing that such a brilliant man can be so good. He told me + that I had not changed at all, but all the time that look of faithfulness + for his wife never left his handsome face, bless him! I believe I am + nearer loving him for his love for another woman than I ever was to loving + him for himself. + </p> + <p> + And then the inconceivable happened. I did what I never thought I should + be capable of doing, and did it easily, too, without, I am sure, a change + of color or any perturbation. I think I could do it, because faithfulness + had become so a matter of course with the man that I was not ashamed + should he have any suspicion of me also. He and Lyman used to be warm + friends. I asked if he knew anything about him. He met my question as if I + had asked what o'clock it was, just the way I knew he would meet it. He + knows no more than I do. But he said something which has comforted me, + although comfort at this stage of affairs is a dangerous indulgence. He + said, very much as if he had been speaking of the weather, “He worshipped + you, Lily, and wherever he is, in this world or the next, he worships you + now.” Then he added: “You know how I felt about you. Lily. If I had not + found out about him, that he had come first, I know how it would have been + with me, so I know how it is with him. We had the same views about matters + of that kind. After I did find out, why, of course, I felt different—although + always, as long as I live, I shall be a dear friend to you. Lily. But a + man is unfaithful to himself who is faithful to a woman whom another man + loves and whom she loves.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, that is true,” I agreed, and said something about the hours for the + mails in Eastridge. Lyman Wilde dropped out of Ned's life as he dropped + out of mine, it seems. I shall simply have to lean back upon the minor + joys of life for mental and physical support, as I did before. Nothing is + different, but I am glad that I have seen Ned Temple again, and realize + what a good man he is. + </p> + <p> + Well, it seems that even minor pleasures have dangers, and that I do not + always read characters rightly. The very evening after my little stroll + and renewal of friendship with Ned Temple I was sitting in my room, + reading a new book for which the author should have capital punishment, + when I heard excited voices, or rather an excited voice, below. I did not + pay much attention at first. I supposed the excited voice must belong to + either Maria or Alice, for no others of my brother's family ever seem in + the least excited, not to the extent of raising their voices to a + hysterical pitch. But after a few minutes Cyrus came to the foot of the + stairs and called. He called Aunt Elizabeth, and Aunt Elizabeth, in her + same pink frock, went down. Cyrus met me at the foot of the stairs, and he + looked fairly wild. “What on earth, Aunt Elizabeth!” said he, and I stared + at him in a daze. + </p> + <p> + “The deuce is to pay,” said he. “Aunt Elizabeth, did you ever know our + next-door neighbor before his marriage?” + </p> + <p> + “Certainly,” said I; “when we were both infants. I believe they had gotten + him out of petticoats and into trousers, but much as ever, and my skirts + were still abbreviated. It was at Harriet Munroe's before she was + married.” + </p> + <p> + “Have you been to walk with him?” gasped poor Cyrus. + </p> + <p> + “I met him on my way to the post-office last night, and he walked along + with me, and then as far as his house on the way home, if you call that + walking out,” said I. “You sound like the paragraphs in a daily paper. + Now, what on earth do you mean, if I may ask, Cyrus?” + </p> + <p> + “Nothing, except Mrs. Temple is in there raising a devil of a row,” said + Cyrus. He gazed at me in a bewildered fashion. “If it were Peggy I could + understand it,” he said, helplessly, and I knew how distinctly he saw the + old-maid aunt as he gazed at me. “She's jealous of you, Elizabeth,” he + went on in the same dazed fashion. “She's jealous of you because her + husband walked home with you. She's a dreadfully nervous woman, and, I + guess, none too well. She's fairly wild. It seems Temple let on how he + used to know you before he was married, and said something in praise of + your looks, and she made a regular header into conclusions. You have held + your own remarkably well, Elizabeth, but I declare—” And again poor + Cyrus gazed at me. + </p> + <p> + “Well, for goodness' sake, let me go in and see what I can do,” said I, + and with that I went into the parlor. + </p> + <p> + I was taken aback. Nobody, not even another woman, can tell what a woman + really is. I thought I had estimated Ned Temple's wife correctly. I had + taken her for a monotonous, orderly, dull sort of creature, quite + incapable of extremes; but in reality she has in her rather large, flabby + body the characteristics of a kitten, with the possibilities of a tigress. + The tigress was uppermost when I entered the room. The woman was as + irresponsible as a savage. I was disgusted and sorry and furious at the + same time. I cannot imagine myself making such a spectacle over any mortal + man. She was weeping frantically into a mussy little ball of handkerchief, + and when she saw me she rushed at me and gripped me by the arm like a mad + thing. + </p> + <p> + “If you can't get a husband for yourself,” said she, “you might at least + let other women's husbands alone!” + </p> + <p> + She was vulgar, but she was so wild with jealousy that I suppose vulgarity + ought to be forgiven her. I hardly know myself how I managed it, but, + somehow, I got the poor thing out of the room and the house and into the + cool night air, and then I talked to her, and fairly made her be quiet and + listen. I told her that Ned Temple had made love to me when he was just + out of petticoats and I was in short dresses. I stretched or shortened the + truth a little, but it was a case of necessity. Then I intimated that I + never would have married Ned Temple, anyway, and THAT worked beautifully. + She turned upon me in such a delightfully inconsequent fashion and + demanded to know what I expected, and declared her husband was good enough + for any woman. Then I said I did not doubt that, and hinted that other + women might have had their romances, even if they did not marry. That + immediately interested her. She stared at me, and said, with the most + innocent impertinence, that my brother's wife had intimated that I had had + an unhappy love-affair when I was a girl. I did not think that Cyrus had + told Ada, but I suppose a man HAS to tell his wife everything. + </p> + <p> + I hedged about the unhappy love-affair, but the first thing I knew the + poor, distracted woman was sobbing on my shoulder as we stood in front of + her gate, and saying that she was so sorry, but her whole life was bound + up in her husband, and I was so beautiful and had so much style, and she + knew what a dowdy she was, and she could not blame poor Ned if—But I + hushed her. + </p> + <p> + “Your husband has no more idea of caring for another woman besides you + than that moon has of travelling around another world,” said I; “and you + are a fool if you think so; and if you are dowdy it is your own fault. If + you have such a good husband you owe it to him not to be dowdy. I know you + keep his house beautifully, but any man would rather have his wife look + well than his house, if he is worth anything at all.” + </p> +<div class="fig" style="width:50%;"> <img src="images/{0067}.jpg" alt="{0067}" width="100%" /><br /> </div> <h5> <a href="images/{0067}.jpg"> <img src="images/enlarge.jpg" alt="" /> </a> </h5> + + <p> + Then she gasped out that she wished she knew how to do up her hair like + mine. It was all highly ridiculous, but it actually ended in my going into + the Temple house and showing Ned's wife how to do up her hair like mine. + She looked like another woman when it was puffed softly over her forehead—she + has quite pretty brown hair. Then I taught her how to put on her corset + and pin her shirt-waist taut in front and her skirt behind. Ned was not to + be home until late, and there was plenty of time. It ended in her fairly + purring around me, and saying how sorry she was, and ashamed, that she had + been so foolish, and all the time casting little covert, conceited glances + at herself in the looking-glass. Finally I kissed her and she kissed me, + and I went home. I don't really see what more a woman could have done for + a rival who had supplanted her. But this revelation makes me more sorry + than ever for poor Ned. I don't know, though; she may be more interesting + than I thought. Anything is better than the dead level of small books on + large ones, and meals on time. It cannot be exactly monotonous never to + know whether you will find a sleek, purry cat, or an absurd kitten, or a + tigress, when you come home. Luckily, she did not tell Ned of her + jealousy, and I have cautioned all in my family to hold their tongues, and + I think they will. I infer that they suspect that I must have been guilty + of some unbecoming elderly prank to bring about such a state of affairs, + unless, possibly, Maria's husband and Billy are exceptions. I find that + Billy, when Alice lets him alone, is a boy who sees with his own eyes. He + told me yesterday that I was handsomer in my pink dress than any girl in + his school. + </p> + <p> + “Why, Billy Talbert!” I said, “talking that way to your old aunt!” + </p> + <p> + “I suppose you ARE awful old,” said Billy, bless him! “but you are + enough-sight prettier than a girl. I hate girls. I hope I can get away + from girls when I am a man.” + </p> + <p> + I wanted to tell the dear boy that was exactly the time when he would not + get away from girls, but I thought I would not frighten him, but let him + find it out for himself. + </p> + <p> + Well, now the deluge! It is a week since Harry Goward went away, and Peggy + has not had a letter, although she has haunted the post-office, poor + child! and this morning she brought home a letter for me from that crazy + boy. She was white as chalk when she handed it to me. + </p> + <p> + “It's Harry's writing,” said she, and she could barely whisper. “I have + not had a word from him since he went away, and now he has written to you + instead of me. What has he written to you for, Aunt Elizabeth?” + </p> + <p> + She looked at me so piteously, poor, dear little girl! that if I could + have gotten hold of Harry Goward that moment I would have shaken him. I + tried to speak, soothingly. I said: + </p> + <p> + “My dear Peggy, I know no more than you do why he has written to me. + Perhaps his uncle is dead and he thought I would break it to you.” + </p> + <p> + That was rank idiocy. Generally I can rise to the occasion with more + success. + </p> + <p> + “What do I care about his old uncle?” cried poor Peggy. “I never even saw + his uncle. I don't care if he is dead. Something has happened to Harry. + Oh, Aunt Elizabeth, what is it?” + </p> + <p> + I was never in such a strait in my life. There was that poor child staring + at the letter as if she could eat it, and then at me. I dared not open the + letter before her. We were out on the porch. I said: + </p> + <p> + “Now, Peggy Talbert, you keep quiet, and don't make a little fool of + yourself until you know you have some reason for it. I am going up to my + own room, and you sit in that chair, and when I have read this letter I + will come down and tell you about it.” + </p> + <p> + “I know he is dead!” gasped Peggy, but she sat down. + </p> + <p> + “Dead!” said I. “You just said yourself it was his handwriting. Do have a + little sense, Peggy.” With that I was off with my letter, and I locked my + door before I read it. + </p> + <p> + Of all the insane ravings! I put it on my hearth and struck a match, and + the thing went up in flame and smoke. Then I went down to poor little + Peggy and patched up a story. I have always been averse to lying, and I + did not lie then, although I must admit that what I said was open to + criticism when it comes to exact verity. I told Peggy that Harry thought + that he had done something to make her angry (that was undeniably true) + and did not dare write her. I refused utterly to tell her just what was in + the letter, but I did succeed in quieting her and making her think that + Harry had not broken faith with her, but was blaming himself for some + unknown and imaginary wrong he had done her. Peggy rushed immediately up + to her room to write reassuring pages to Harry, and her old-maid aunt had + the horse put in the runabout and was driven over to Whitman, where nobody + knows her—at least the telegraph operator does not. Then I sent a + telegram to Mr. Harry Goward to the effect that if he did not keep his + promise with regard to writing F. L. to P. her A. would never speak to him + again; that A. was about to send L., but he must keep his promise with + regard to P. by next M. + </p> + <p> + It looked like the most melodramatic Sunday personal ever invented. It + might have meant burglary or murder or a snare for innocence, but I sent + it. Now I have written. My letter went in the same mail as poor Peggy's, + but what will be the outcome of it all I cannot say. Sometimes I catch + Peggy looking at me with a curious awakened expression, and then I wonder + if she has begun to suspect. I cannot tell how it will end. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0003" id="link2H_4_0003"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + III. THE GRANDMOTHER, by Mary Heaton Vorse + </h2> + <p> + The position of an older woman in her daughter's house is often difficult. + It makes no difference to me that Ada is a mother herself; she might be + even a great-grandmother, and yet in my eyes she would still be Ada, my + little girl. I feel the need of guiding her and protecting her just as + much this minute as when she was a baby in the nursery; only now the task + is much more difficult. That is why I say that the position of women + placed as I am is often hard, harder than if I lived somewhere else, + because although I am with Ada I can no longer protect her from anything—not + even from myself, my illnesses and weaknesses. It sometimes seems to me, + so eagerly do I follow the lights and shadows of my daughter's life, as if + I were living a second existence together with my own. Only as I grow + older I am less fitted physically to bear things, even though I take them + philosophically. + </p> + <p> + When Ada and the rest of my children were little, I could guard against + the menaces to their happiness; I could keep them out of danger; if their + little friends didn't behave, I sent them home. When it was needed, I + didn't hesitate to administer a good wholesome spanking to my children. + There isn't one of these various things but needs doing now in Ada's + house. I can't, however, very well spank Cyrus, nor can I send Elizabeth + home. All I CAN do is to sit still and hold my tongue, though I don't + know, I'm sure, what the end of it all is to be. + </p> + <p> + Life brings new lessons at every turn in the road, and one of the hardest + of all is the one we older people have to learn—to sit still while + our children hurt themselves, or, what is worse, to sit still while other + people hurt our children. It is especially hard for me to bear, when life + is made difficult for my Ada, for if ever any one deserved happiness my + daughter does. I try to do justice to every one, and I hope I am not + unfair when I say that the best of men, and Cyrus is one of them, are + sometimes blind and obstinate. Of all my children, Ada gave me the least + trouble, and was always the most loving and tender and considerate. + Indeed, if Ada has a fault, it is being too considerate. I could, if she + only would let me, help her a great deal more around the house; although + Ada is a very good housekeeper, I am constantly seeing little things that + need doing. I do my best to prevent the awful waste of soap that goes on, + and there are a great many little ways Ada could let me save for her if + she would. When I suggest this to her she laughs and says, “Wait till we + need to save as badly as that, mother,” which doesn't seem to me good + reasoning at all. “Waste not, want not,” say I, and when it comes to + throwing out perfectly good glass jars, as the girls would do if I didn't + see to it they saved them, why, I put my foot down. If Ada doesn't want + them herself to put things up in, why, some poor woman will. I don't + believe in throwing things away that may come in handy sometime. When I + kept house nobody ever went lacking strings or a box of whatever size, to + send things away in, or paper in which to do it up, and I can remember in + mother's day there was never a time she hadn't pieces put by for a + handsome quilt. Machinery has put a stop to many of our old occupations, + and the result is a generation of nervous women who haven't a single thing + in life to occupy themselves with but their own feelings, while girls like + Peggy, who are active and useful, have nothing to do but to go to school + and keep on going to school. If one wanted to dig into the remote cause of + things, one might find the root of our present trouble in these changed + conditions, for Cyrus's sister, Elizabeth, is one of these unoccupied + women. Formerly in a family like ours there would have been so much to do + that, whether she liked it or not, and whether she had married or not, + Elizabeth would have had to be a useful woman—and now the less said + the better. + </p> + <p> + It is hard, I say, to see the causes for unhappiness set in action and yet + do nothing, or, if one speaks, to speak to deaf ears. Oh, it is very hard + to do this, and this has been the portion of older women always. Our + children sometimes won't even let us dry their tears for them, but cry by + themselves, as I know Ada has been doing lately—though in the end + she came to me, or rather I went to her, for, after all, I am living in + the same world with the rest of them. I have not passed over to the other + side yet, and while I stay I am not going to be treated as if I were a + disembodied spirit. I have eyes of my own, and ears too, and I can see as + well as the next man when things go wrong. + </p> + <p> + I have always known that no good would come of sending Peggy to a + coeducational college. I urged Ada to set her foot down, for Ada didn't + wish to send Peggy there, naturally enough, but she wouldn't. + </p> + <p> + “Well,” said I, “I'M not afraid to speak my mind to your husband.” Now I + very seldom open my mouth to Cyrus, or to any one else in this house, for + it is more than ever the fashion for people to disregard the advice of + others, and the older I get the more I find it wise to save my breath to + cool my porridge—there come times, however, when I feel it my duty + to speak. + </p> + <p> + “Mark my words, Cyrus,” I said. “You'll be sorry you sent Peggy off to a + boys' school. Girls at her age are impressionable, and if they aren't + under their mothers' roofs, where they can be protected and sheltered, + why, then send them to a seminary where they will see as few young men as + possible.” + </p> + <p> + Cyrus only laughed and said: + </p> + <p> + “Well, mother, you can say 'I told you so' if anything bad comes of it.” + </p> + <p> + “It's all very well to laugh, Cyrus,” I answered, “but <i>I</i> don't + believe in putting difficulties into life that aren't there already, and + that's what sending young men and young women off to the same college + seems to ME!” + </p> + <p> + When Peggy came home engaged, after her last year, everybody was + surprised. + </p> + <p> + “I'm sure I don't know what Cyrus expected,” I said to Ada. “You can't go + out in the rain without getting wet. Let us pray that this young man will + turn out to be all right, though we know so little about him.” For all we + knew was what Peggy told us, and you know the kind of things young girls + have to tell one about their sweethearts. Peggy didn't even know what + church his people went to! I couldn't bear the thought of that dear child + setting out on the long journey of marriage in such a fashion. I looked + forward with fear to what Ada might have to go through if it didn't turn + out all right. For one's daughter's sorrows are one's own; what she + suffers one must suffer, too. It is hard for a mother to see a care-free, + happy young girl turn into a woman before her eyes. Even if a woman is + very happy, marriage brings many responsibilities, and a woman who has + known the terror of watching beside a sick child can never be quite the + same, I think. We ourselves grew and deepened under such trials, and we + wouldn't wish our daughters to be less than ourselves; but, oh, how glad I + should be to have Peggy spared some things! How happy I should be to know + that she was to have for her lot only the trials we all must have! I do + not want to see my Ada having to bear the unhappiness of seeing Peggy + unhappy. Even if Peggy puts up a brave face, Ada will know—she will + know just as I have known things in my own children's lives; and I shall + know, too. This young man has it in his hands to trouble my old age. + </p> + <p> + No mother and daughter can live together as Ada and I have without what + affects one of us affecting the other. When her babies were born I was + with her; I helped her bring them up; as I have grown older, though she + comes to me less and less, wishing to spare me, I seem to need less + telling; for I know myself when anything ails her. + </p> + <p> + It amazed me to see how Ada took Peggy's engagement, and when young Henry + Goward came to visit, I made up my mind that he should not go away again + without our finding out a little, at any rate, of what his surroundings + had been, and what his own principles were. As we grow older we see more + and more that character is the main thing in life, and I would rather have + a child of mine marry a young man of sound principles whom she respected + than one of undisciplined character and lax ideas whom she loved. When I + said things like this to Ada, she replied: + </p> + <p> + “I'm afraid you're prejudiced against that poor boy because he and Peggy + happened to meet at college.” + </p> + <p> + I answered: “I am not prejudiced at all, Ada, but I feel that all of us, + you especially, should keep our eyes and ears open. Wait! is all I say.” + </p> + <p> + I know my own faults, for I have always believed that one is never too old + for character-building, and I know that being prejudiced is not one of + them. I realize too keenly that as women advance in years they are very + apt to get set in their ways unless they take care, and I am naturally too + fair-minded to judge a man before I have seen him. Maria and Alice were + prejudiced, if you like. Maria, indeed, had so much to say to Ada that I + interfered, though it is contrary to my custom. + </p> + <p> + “I should think, Maria,” I said, “that however old you are, you would + realize that your father and mother are EVEN better able to judge than you + as to their children's affairs.” I cannot imagine where Maria gets her + dominant disposition. It is very unlike the women of our family. + </p> + <p> + When he came, however, Mr. Goward's manners and appearance impressed me + favorably. Neither Ada nor Cyrus, as far as I could see, tried in the + least to draw him out. I sat quiet for a while, but at last for Peggy's + sake I felt I would do what I could to find out his views on important + things. I was considerably relieved to hear that his mother was a Van + Horn, a very good Troy family and distant connection of mother's. + </p> + <p> + When I asked him what he was, “My PEOPLE are Episcopalians,” he replied. + </p> + <p> + “I suppose that means YOU are something else?” I asked him. + </p> + <p> + “I'm afraid it means I'm nothing else,” he answered; and while I was glad + he was so honest, I couldn't help feeling anxious at having Peggy engaged + to a man so unformed in his beliefs. I do not care so much WHAT people + believe, for I am not bigoted, as that they should believe SOMETHING, and + that with their whole hearts. There are a great many young men like Henry + Goward, to-day, who have no fixed beliefs and no established principles + beyond a vague desire to be what they call “decent fellows.” One needs + more than that in this world. + </p> + <p> + However, I found the boy likable, and everything went smoothly for a time, + when all at once I felt something had gone wrong—what, I didn't + know. Mr. Goward received a telegram and left suddenly. Ada, I could see, + was anxious; Peggy, tearful; and, as if this wasn't enough, Mrs. Temple, + our new neighbor, who had seemed a sensible body to me, had some sort of a + falling-out with Aunt Elizabeth, who pretended that Mrs. Temple was + jealous of her! After Mrs. Temple had gone home, Elizabeth Talbert went + around pleased as Punch and swore us all to solemn secrecy never to tell + any one about “Mrs. Temple's absurd jealousy.” + </p> + <p> + “You needn't worry about me, Aunt Elizabeth,” I said. “I'm not likely to + go around proclaiming that ANOTHER woman has made a fool of herself.” + </p> + <p> + Elizabeth Talbert is one of those women who live on a false basis. She is + a case of arrested development. She enjoys the same amusements that she + did fifteen years ago. She is like a young fruit that has been put up in a + preserving fluid and gives the illusion of youth; the preserving fluid in + her case is the disappointment she suffered as a girl. I like useful women—women + who, whether married or unmarried, bring things to pass in this world, and + Elizabeth does not. Still, I can't help feeling sorry for her, poor thing; + in the end our own shortcomings and vanities hurt us more than they hurt + any one else. I heartily wish she would get married—I have known + women older than Elizabeth, and worse-looking, to find husbands—both + for her own sake and for Ada's, for her comings and goings complicate life + for my daughter. She diffuses around her an atmosphere of criticism—I + do not think she ever returns from a visit to the city without wishing + that we should have dinner at night, and Alice is beginning to prick up + her ears and listen to her. She spends a great deal of time over her + dress, and, if she has grown no older, neither have her clothes—not + a particle. She dresses in gowns suitable for Peggy, but which Maria, who + is years younger than her aunt, would not think of wearing. Elizabeth is + the kind of woman who is a changed being at the approach of a man; she is + even different when Cyrus or Billy is around; she brightens up and exerts + herself to please them; but when she is alone with Ada and me she is + frankly bored and looks out of the window in a sad, far-away manner. The + presence of men has a most rejuvenating effect on Aunt Elizabeth, although + she pretends she has never been interested in any man since her + disappointment years ago. When she got back and found Harry Goward here, + instead of relapsing into her lack-lustre ways, as she generally does, she + kept on her interested air. + </p> + <p> + I have always thought that houses have their atmosphere, like people, and + this house lately has seemed bewitched. After Mr. Goward left, although + every one tried to pretend things were as they should be, the situation + grew more and more uncomfortable. I felt it, though no one told me a + thing. I fancy that most older people have the same experience often that + I have had lately. All at once you are aware something is wrong. You can't + tell why you feel this; you only know that you are living in the cold + shadow of some invisible unhappiness. You see no tears in the eyes of the + people you love, but tears have been shed just the same. Why? You don't + know, and no one thinks of telling you. It is like seeing life from so far + off that you cannot make out what has happened. I have sometimes leaned + out of a window and have seen down the street a crowd of gesticulating + people, but I was too far off to know whether some one was hurt or whether + it was only people gathered around a man selling something. When I see + such things my heart beats, for I am always afraid it is an accident, and + so with the things I don't know in my own household. I always fancy them + worse than they are. There are so many things one can imagine when one + doesn't KNOW, and now I fancied everything. Such things, I think, tell on + older people more than on younger ones, and at last I went to my room and + kept there most of the time, reading William James's Varieties of + Religious Experience. It is an excellent work in many ways. I am told it + is given in sanitariums for nervous people to read, for the purpose of + getting their minds off themselves. I found it useful to get my mind off + others, for of late I have gotten to an almost morbid alertness, and I + know by the very way Peggy ran up the stairs that something ailed her even + before I caught a glimpse of her face, which showed me that she was going + straight to her room to cry. + </p> + <p> + This sort of thing had happened too often, and I made up my mind I would + not live in this moral fog another moment. So I went to Ada. + </p> + <p> + “Ada,” I said, “I am your mother, and I think I have a right to ask you a + question. I want to know this: what has that young man been doing?” + </p> + <p> + “I suppose you mean Harry,” Ada answered. “He hasn't been doing anything. + Peggy's a little upset because he isn't a good correspondent. You know how + girls feel—” + </p> + <p> + “Don't tell ME, Ada,” said I. “I know better. There's more in it than + that. Peggy's a sensible girl. There's something wrong, and I want you to + tell me what it is.” Younger people don't realize how bad it can be to be + left to worry alone in the dark. + </p> + <p> + Ada sat down with a discouraged air such as I have seldom seen her with. I + went over to her and took her hand in mine. + </p> + <p> + “Tell mother what's worrying you, dear,” I said, gently. + </p> +<div class="fig" style="width:50%;"> <img src="images/{0085}.jpg" alt="{0085}" width="100%" /><br /> </div> <h5> <a href="images/{0085}.jpg"> <img src="images/enlarge.jpg" alt="" /> </a> </h5> + + <p> + “Why, it's all so absurd,” Ada answered. “I can't make head or tail of it. + Aunt Elizabeth came to me full of mystery soon after she came back, and + told me that Harry Goward had become infatuated with her when she was off + on one of her visits—” + </p> + <p> + I couldn't help exclaiming, “Well, of all things!” + </p> + <p> + “That's not the queerest part,” Ada went on. “She told me as confidently + as could be that he is still in love with her.” + </p> + <p> + “Ada,” said I, “Elizabeth Talbert must be daft! Does she think that all + the men in the world are in love with her—at her age? First Mrs. + Temple making such a rumpus, and now this—” + </p> + <p> + “At first I thought just as you do,” Ada said, helplessly. “Of course + there can't be anything in it—and yet—I'm sure I don't + understand the situation at all. You know Harry left quite unexpectedly—soon + after Elizabeth came; he didn't write for a week—and then to her, + and Peggy's only had one short note from him—” + </p> + <p> + I can see through a hole in a millstone as well as any one, and a light + dawned on me. + </p> + <p> + “You can depend upon it, Ada,” I said, “Aunt Elizabeth has been making + trouble! I don't know what she's been up to, but she's been up to + something! I wondered why she had been having such a contented look lately—and + now I know.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, mother, I can't believe that!” Ada protested. “I thought Elizabeth + was a little vain and silly, and, though everything is so + incomprehensible, I don't believe for a moment that Aunt Elizabeth would + do anything to hurt Peggy.” + </p> + <p> + My Ada is a truly good woman—so good that it is almost impossible + for her to believe ill of any one, and she was profoundly shocked at what + I suggested. + </p> + <p> + “I don't think in the beginning Elizabeth intended to hurt Peggy,” I + answered her, gently, “but when you've lived as long in the world as I + have you'll realize to what lengths a woman will go to show the world + she's still young. Just look at it for yourself. Everything was going + smoothly until Elizabeth came. Now it's not. Elizabeth has told you she's + had goings-on with Harry Goward. I don't see, Ada, how you can be so blind + as not to be willing to look the truth in the face. If it's not + Elizabeth's fault, whose is it? I don't suppose you believe Henry Goward's + dying for love of Aunt Elizabeth when he can look at Peggy! Oh, I'd like + to hear his side of the story! For you may be sure that there is one!” + </p> + <p> + “Mother,” said Ada, “if I believed Elizabeth had done anything to mar that + child's happiness—” + </p> + <p> + She stopped for fear, I suppose, of what she might be led to say. “We + mustn't judge before we know,” she finished. But I knew by the look on her + face that, if Aunt Elizabeth has made trouble, Ada will never forgive her. + </p> + <p> + “What does Cyrus say to all this?” I asked, by way of diversion. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, I haven't told Cyrus anything about it. I didn't intend to tell any + one—about Aunt Elizabeth's part in it. I think Cyrus is a little + uneasy himself, but he's been so busy lately—” + </p> + <p> + “Well,” I said, “<i>I</i> think Cyrus ought to be told! And you're the one + to do it. Don't let's judge, to be sure, before we know everything, but I + think Cyrus ought to know the mischief his sister is making! Elizabeth + simply makes a convenience of this house. It's her basis of departure to + pack her trunk from, that's all your home means to her. She's never lifted + a finger to be useful beyond rearranging the furniture in a different way + from what you'd arranged it. She acts exactly as if she were a young lady + boarder. She's nothing whatever to do in this world except make trouble + for others. I think Cyrus should know, and then if he prefers his sister's + convenience to his wife's happiness, well and good!” It's not often I + speak out, but now and then things happen which I can't very well keep + silent about. It did me good to ease my mind about Elizabeth Talbert for + once. + </p> + <p> + Ada only said, “Elizabeth and I have always been such good friends, and + she's so fond of Peggy.” + </p> + <p> + Ada doesn't realize that with some women vanity is stronger than loyalty. + She kissed me. “It's done me good to talk to you, mother,” she said, + “because now it doesn't seem, when I put it outside myself, that there's + very much of anything to worry about.” + </p> + <p> + Ada has always been like that—she seems to get rid of her troubles + just by telling them. Now she had passed her riddle on to me, and I could + not keep Peggy and her affairs from my mind. I tried to tell myself that + it would be better for every one to find out now than later if Henry + Goward was not worthy to be Peggy's husband. But, oh, for all their sakes, + how I hoped this cloud, whatever it was, would blow over! I have a very + good constitution and I know how to take care of it, but when several more + days passed without Peggy's hearing from Henry again I gave way, but I + tried to keep up on Ada's account. I began to see how much this young + man's honor and faithfulness meant to Peggy, and I took long excursions + back into the past to remember how I felt at her age. Mail-time was the + difficult time for all three of us. Before the postman came Peggy would + brighten up; not that she was drooping at any time, only I knew how + tensely she waited, because Ada and I waited with her. When the man came, + and again no letters, Peggy held up her head bravely as could be, but I + could see, all the same, how the light had gone out. The worst of it was, + everybody knew about it. It would have been twice as easy for the child if + she could have borne it alone, but Elizabeth Talbert watched the mail like + a cat, and even manoeuvred to try and get the letters before Peggy, while + Alice went around with her nose in the air, and I heard Maria saying to + Ada: + </p> + <p> + “What's all this about Harry Goward's not writing?” + </p> + <p> + To escape it all I took to my room, coming down only for meals. I couldn't + eat a thing, and Cyrus noticed it—it is queer how observant men are + about some things and how unobservant about others. He didn't tell me what + he was going to do, but in the afternoon Dr. Denbigh came to see me. + That's the way they do—I'm liable to have the doctor sent in to look + me over any time, whether I want him or not. Dr. Denbigh is an excellent + friend and a good doctor, but at my time of life I should be lacking in + intelligence if I didn't understand my constitution better than any doctor + can. They seem to think that there's more virtue in a pill or a powder + because a doctor gives it to one than because one's common-sense tells one + to take it. That afternoon I didn't need him any more than a squirrel + needs a pocket, and I told him so. He laughed, and then grew serious. + </p> + <p> + “You're not looking as well as you did, Mrs. Evarts,” he said, “and + Talbert told me that you had all the preliminary symptoms of one of your + attacks and wanted me to 'nip it in the bud,' he said.” + </p> + <p> + “Dr. Denbigh,” said I, “if the matter with me could be cured by the things + you know, there are other people in this house who need your attention + more than I.” I wanted to add that if Cyrus would always be as far-sighted + as he has been about me there wouldn't be anything the matter to-day, but + I held my tongue. + </p> + <p> + “I see you're worried about something,” the doctor said, very kindly. + “Mental anxiety pulls you down quicker than anything.” + </p> + <p> + Then as he sat chatting with me so kind and good—there's something + about Dr. Denbigh that makes me think of my own father, although he is + young enough to be my son—I told him the whole thing, all except + Aunt Elizabeth's share in it. I merely told him that Henry Goward had + written to her and not to Peggy. + </p> + <p> + I felt very much better. He took what I told him seriously, and yet not in + the tragic way we did. He has a way of listening that is very comforting. + </p> + <p> + “It seems absurd, I know, for an old woman like me to get upset just + because her grandchild does not get letters from her sweetheart,” I told + him. “But you see, doctor, no one suffers alone in a family like ours. An + event like this is like a wave that disturbs the whole surface of the + water. Every one of us feels anything that happens, each in his separate + way. Why, I can't be sick without its causing inconvenience to Billy.” And + it is true; people in this world are bound up together in an extraordinary + fashion; and I wondered if Henry Goward's mother was unhappy too, and was + wondering what it was Peggy had done to her boy, for she, of course, will + think whatever happens is Peggy's fault. The engagement of these two young + people has been like a stone thrown into a pond, and it takes only a very + little pebble to ruffle the water farther than one would believe it + possible. + </p> + <p> + After the doctor left, Ada came to sit with me. We were sewing quietly + when I heard voices in the hall. I heard Peggy say, “I want you to tell + mother.” Then Billy growled: + </p> + <p> + “I don't see what you're making such a kick for. I wouldn't have told you + if I'd known you'd be so silly.” + </p> + <p> + And I heard Peggy say again: + </p> + <p> + “I want you to tell mother.” Her tone was perfectly even, but it sounded + like Cyrus when he is angry. They both came in. Peggy was flushed, and her + lips were pressed firmly together. She looked older than I have ever seen + her. + </p> + <p> + “What's the matter?” Ada asked them. + </p> + <p> + “Tell her,” Peggy commanded. Billy didn't know what it all was about. + </p> + <p> + “Why, I just said I wondered what Aunt Elizabeth was telegraphing Harry + Goward about, and now she drags me in here and makes a fuss,” he said, in + an aggrieved tone. + </p> + <p> + “He was over at Whitman playing around the telegraph-office—he had + driven over on the express-wagon—and when Aunt Elizabeth drove up he + hid because he didn't want her to see him. Then he heard the operator read + the address aloud,” Peggy explained, evenly. + </p> + <p> + “Is this so?” Ada asked. + </p> + <p> + “Sure,” Billy answered, disgustedly, and made off as fast as he could. + </p> + <p> + “Now,” said Peggy, “I want to know why Harry wrote to Aunt Elizabeth, and + why she telegraphed him—over there where no one could see her!” She + stood up very straight. “I think I ought to know,” she said, gently. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, dear,” Ada answered, “I think you ought.” + </p> + <p> + I shall be sorry for Elizabeth Talbert if she has been making mischief. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0004" id="link2H_4_0004"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + IV. THE DAUGHTER-IN-LAW, by Mary Stewart Cutting + </h2> + <p> + I have never identified myself with my husband's family, and Charles + Edward, who is the best sort ever, doesn't expect me to. Of course, I want + to be decent to them, though I know they talk about me, but you can't make + oil and water mix, and I don't see the use of pretending that you can. I + know they never can understand how Charles Edward married me, and they + never can get used to my being such a different type from theirs. The + Talberts are all blue-eyed, fair-haired, and rosy, and I'm dark, thin, and + pale, and Grandmother Evarts always thinks I can't be well, and wants me + to take the medicine she takes. + </p> + <p> + But, really, I see very little of the family, except Alice and Billy, who + don't count. Billy comes in at any time he feels like it to get a book and + something to eat, though the others don't know it, and Alice has fits of + stopping in every afternoon on her way from school, and then perhaps + doesn't come near me for weeks. Alice is terribly discontented at home, + and I think it's a very good thing that she is; anything is better than + sinking to that dreadful dead level. She doesn't quite know whether to + take up the artistic life or be a society queen, and she feels that nobody + understands her at home. It makes her nearly wild when Aunt Elizabeth + comes back from one of her grand visits and acts as if SHE wasn't + anything. She came over right after the row, of course, and told me all + about it—she had on her new white China silk and her hat with the + feathers. She said she was so excited about everything that she couldn't + stop to think about what she put on; she looked terribly dressed up, but + she had come all through the village with her waist unfastened in the + middle of the back—she said she couldn't reach the hooks. Aunt + Elizabeth had gone away that morning for overnight, so nobody could get at + her to find out about her actions with Mr. Goward, and the telegram she + had sent to him, until the next day, and every one was nearly crazy. They + talked about it for two hours before Maria went home. Then Peggy had + locked herself in her room, and her mother had gone out, and her + grandmother was sitting now on the piazza, rocking and sighing, with her + eyes shut. Alice said each person had got dreadfully worked up, not only + about Aunt Elizabeth, but about all the ways every other member of the + family had hurt that person at some time. Maria said that Peggy never + would take HER advice, and Peggy returned that Maria had hurt her more + than any one by her attitude toward Harry Goward, that she was so + suspicious of him that it had made him act unnaturally from the first—that + nothing had hurt her so much since the time Maria took away Peggy's doll + on purpose when she was a little girl—the doll she used to sleep + with—and burned it; it was something she had NEVER got over. + </p> + <p> + Then her mother, who hadn't been talking very much, said that Peggy didn't + realize the depth of Maria's affection for her, and what a good sister she + had been, and how she had taken care of Peggy the winter that Peggy was + ill—and then she couldn't help saying that, bad as was this affair + about Harry Goward, it wasn't like the anxiety one felt about a sick + child; there were times when she felt that she could bear anything if + Charles Edward's health were only properly looked after. Of course + Lorraine was young and inexperienced, but if she would only use her + influence with him— + </p> + <p> + Alice broke off suddenly, and said she had to go—it was just as Dr. + Denbigh's little auto was coming down the street. She dashed out of the + door and bowed to him from the crossing, quite like a young lady, for all + her short skirts—she really did look fetching! Dr. Denbigh smiled at + her, but not the way he used to smile at Peggy. I really thought he cared + for Peggy once, though he's so much older that nobody else seemed to dream + of such a thing. + </p> + <p> + Of course, after Alice went, I just sat there in the chair all humped up, + thinking of her last words. + </p> + <p> + The family are always harping on “Lorraine's influence.” If they wanted + their dear Charles Edward made different from the way he is, why on earth + didn't they do it themselves, when they had the chance? That's what I want + to know! I know they mean to be nice to me, but they take it for granted + that every habit Charles Edward has or hasn't, and everything he does or + doesn't, is because I didn't do something that I ought to have done, or + condoned something that I ought not. They seem to think that a man is made + of soft, kindergarten clay, and all a wife has to do is to sit down and + mould him as she pleases. Well, some men may be like that, but Peter + isn't. The family never really have forgiven me for calling their darling + “Charles Edward” Peter. I perfectly loathe that long-winded Walter-Scotty + name, and I don't care how many grandfathers it's descended from. I'm + sorry, of course, if it hurts their feelings, but as long as <i>I</i> + don't object to their calling him what THEY like, I don't see why they + mind. And as for my managing Peter, they know perfectly well that, though + he's a darling, he's just mulishly obstinate. He's had his own way ever + since he was born; the whole family simply adore him. His mother has + always waited on him hand and foot, though she's sensible enough with the + other children. If he looks sulky she is perfectly miserable. I am really + very fond of my mother-in-law—that is, I am fond of her IN SPOTS. + There are times when she understands how I feel about Peter better than + any one else—like that dreadful spring when he had pneumonia and I + was nearly wild. I know she is dreadfully unselfish and kind, but she WILL + think—they all do—that they know what Peter needs better than + I do, and whenever they see me alone it's to hint that I ought to keep him + from smoking too much and being extravagant, and that I should make him + wear his overcoat and go to bed early and take medicine when he has a + cold. And through everything else they hark back to that everlasting, “If + you'd only exert your influence, Lorraine dear, to make Charles Edward + take more interest in the business—his father thinks so much of + that.” + </p> + <p> + If I were to tell them that Charles Edward perfectly detests the business, + and will NEVER be interested in it and never make anything out of it, + they'd all go straight off the handle; yet they all know it just as well + as I do. That's the trouble—you simply can't tell them the truth + about anything; they don't want to hear it. I never talk at all any more + when I go over to the big house, for I can't seem to without horrifying + somebody. + </p> + <p> + I thought I should die when I first came here; it was so different from + the way it is at home, where you can say or do anything you please without + caring what anybody thinks. Dad has always believed in not restricting + individuality, and that girls have just as much right to live their own + lives as boys—which is a fortunate thing, for, counting Momsey, + there are four of us. + </p> + <p> + We never had any system about anything at home, thank goodness! We just + had atmosphere. Dad was an artist, you know, and he does paint such lovely + pictures; but he gave it up as a profession when we were little, and went + into business, because, he said, he couldn't let his family starve—and + we all think it was so perfectly noble of him! I couldn't give up being an + artist for anybody, no matter WHO starved, and Peter feels that way, too. + Of course we both realize that we're not LIVING here in this hole, we're + simply existing, and nothing matters very much until we get out of it. In + six months, when Charles Edward is twenty-five, there's a little money + coming to him—three thousand dollars—and then we're going to + Paris to live our own lives; but nobody knows anything about that. One day + I said something, without thinking, to my mother-in-law about that money; + I've forgotten what it was, but she looked so horrified and actually + gasped: + </p> + <p> + “You wouldn't think of Charles Edward's using his PRINCIPAL, Lorraine?” + </p> + <p> + And I said: “Why not? It's his own principal.” + </p> + <p> + Well, I just made up my mind afterward that I'd never open my mouth again, + while I live here, about ANYTHING I was interested in, even about Peter! + </p> + <p> + His father might have let him go to Paris that year before we met, when he + was in New York at the Art League, just as well as not, but the family all + consulted about it, Peter says, and concluded it wasn't “necessary.” That + is the blight that is always put on everything we want to do—it + isn't necessary. Oh, how Alice hates that word! She says she supposes it's + never “necessary” to be happy. + </p> + <p> + Well, Peter heard that when the Paris scheme came up—he'd written + home that he couldn't work without the art atmosphere—Grandmother + Evarts said: + </p> + <p> + “Why, I'm sure he has the Metropolitan Museum to go to; and there's + Wanamaker's picture-gallery, too. Has he been to Wanamaker's?” + </p> + <p> + I thought I should throw a fit when Peter told me that! + </p> + <p> + I know, of course, that the family pity Peter for living in a house that's + all at sixes and sevens, and for not having everything the way he has been + used to having it; and I know they think I keep him from going to see them + all at home, when the truth is—although, as usual, I can't say it—sometimes + I absolutely have to HOUND him to go there; though, of course, he's + awfully fond of them all, and his mother especially; but he gets + dreadfully lazy, and says they're his own people, anyway, and he can do as + he pleases about it. It's their own fault, because they've always spoiled + him. And if they only knew how he hates just that way of living he's been + always used to, with its little, petty cast-iron rules and regulations, + and the stupid family meals, where everybody is expected to be on time to + the minute! My father-in-law pulls out his chair at the dinner-table + exactly as the clock is striking one, and if any member of the family is a + fraction late all the rest are solemn and strained and nervous until the + culprit appears. Peter says the way he used to suffer—he was NEVER + on time. + </p> + <p> + The menu for each day of the week is as fixed as fate, no matter what the + season of the year: hot roast beef, Sunday; cold roast beef, Monday; + beef-steak, Tuesday; roast mutton, Wednesday; mutton pot-pie, Thursday; + corned beef, Friday; and beef-steak again on Saturday. My father-in-law + never eats fish or poultry, so they only have either if there is state + company. There's one sacred apple pudding that's been made every Wednesday + for nineteen years, and if you can imagine anything more positively + dreadful than that, <i>I</i> can't. + </p> + <p> + Every time, as soon as we sit down to the table, Grandmother Evarts always + begins, officially: + </p> + <p> + “Well, Charles Edward, my dear boy, we don't have you here very often + nowadays. I said to your mother yesterday that it was two whole weeks + since you had been to see her. What have you been doing with yourself + lately?” + </p> + <p> + And when he says, as he always does, “Nothing, grandmother,” I know she's + disappointed, and then she starts in and tells what she has been doing, + and Maria—Maria always manages to be there when we are—Maria + tells what SHE has been doing, with little side digs at me because I + haven't been pickling or preserving or cleaning. Once, when I first went + there, Maria asked me at dinner what days I had for cleaning. And I said, + as innocently as possible, that I hadn't any; that I perfectly loathed + cleaning, and that we never cleaned at home! Of course it wasn't true, but + we never talk about it, anyway. Peter said he nearly shrieked with joy to + hear me come out like that. + </p> + <p> + It was almost as bad as the time I wore that sweet little yellow Empire + gown. It's a dear, and Lyman Wilde simply raved over it when he painted me + in it (not that he can really paint, but he has a TOUCH with everything he + does). I noticed that everybody seemed solemn and queer, but I never + dreamed that I was the cause until my mother-in-law came to me afterward, + blushing, and told me that Mr. Talbert never allowed any of the family to + wear Mother Hubbards around the house. MOTHER HUBBARDS! I could have + moaned. Well, when I go around there now I never care what I have on, and + I never pretend to talk at meals; I just sit and try and make my mind a + blank until it's over. You HAVE to make your mind a blank if you don't + want to be driven raving crazy by that dining-room. It has a hideous + black-walnut sideboard, an “oil-painting” of pale, bloated fruit on one + side, and pale, bloated fish on the other, and a strip of black-and-white + marbled oil-cloth below. + </p> + <p> + I feel sometimes as if I could hardly live until my father-in-law rises + from his chair and kisses his wife good-bye before going off to the + factory. She always blushes so prettily when he kisses her—as if it + were for the first time. Then everybody looks pained when Peter and I just + nod at each other as he goes out—I cannot be affectionate to him + before them—and then, thank Heaven! the rest of us escape from the + dining-room. + </p> + <p> + How Peggy, who has been away from home and seen and done things, can stand + it there now as it is, is a continual wonder to me. + </p> + <p> + Peggy is a dear little thing. Peter has always been awfully fond of her, + but she doesn't seem to have an idea in her head beyond her clothes and + Harry Goward, though she'll HAVE to have something more to her if she's + going to keep HIM. The moment I saw that boy, of course I knew that he had + the artistic temperament; I've seen so much of it. He's the kind that's + always awfully gloomy until eleven o'clock in the morning, and has to make + love intensely to somebody every evening. What it must have been to that + boy, after indulging in a romantic dream with poor little earnest, + downright Peggy, to wake up and find the engagement taken seriously not + only by her, but by all her relatives—find himself being welcomed + into the family, introduced to them all as a future member—what it + must have been to him I can't imagine! Peggy has no more temperament than + a cow—the combination of Maria and Tom, and Grandmother Evarts, and + Billy with his face washed clean, and Alice with three enormous bows on + her hair, all waiting to welcome him, standing by the pictorial lamp on + the brown worsted mat on the centre-table, made me fairly howl when I sat + at home and thought of it—and that was before I'd SEEN Harry. + </p> + <p> + The family were, of course, quite “hurt” that Peter and I wouldn't assist + at the celebration. I cannot see why people WILL want you to do things + when they KNOW you don't care to! + </p> + <p> + The next evening, however, we had to go, when Peggy herself came around + and asked us. Of course Mr. Goward was with Peggy most of the time. They + certainly looked charming together, but rather conscious and stiff. Every + member of the family was watching his every motion. Oh, I've been there! I + know what it is! + </p> + <p> + Some of the neighbors were there, too. Peter hardly ever plays on the big, + old-fashioned grand-piano, but that night he was so bored he had to. The + family always THINK they're very musical—you can know the style when + I tell you that after Peter has been rambling through bits from Schumann + and Richard Strauss they always ask him if he won't “play something.” + Well, after Peggy had gone into the other room with her mother to do the + polite to Mrs. Temple, Mr. Goward gravitated over to where I sat in the + big bay-window behind the piano; he had that “be-good-to-me,-won't-you?” + air that I know so well! Then we got to talking and listening in between + whiles—he knows lots of girls in the Art League—till Peter + began playing that heart-breaking “Im Herbst” from the Franz Songs, and + then he said: + </p> + <p> + “You're going to be my sister, aren't you? Won't you let me hold your hand + while your husband's playing that? It makes me feel so lonely!” + </p> + <p> + I answered, promptly, “Certainly; hold both hands if you like!” + </p> + <p> + And we laughed, and Peter turned around for a moment and smiled, too. Oh, + it WAS nice to meet somebody of one's own kind! You get so sick of having + everything taken seriously. + </p> + <p> + That night, after we'd left the house, Harry caught up with us at the + corner on his way to the hotel, and went home with us, and we all talked + until three o'clock in the morning. We simply ate all over the house—goodness! + how hungry we were! At Peter's home it's an unheard-of thing to eat + anything after half-past six—almost a crime, unless it's a wedding + or state reception. We began now with coffee in the dining-room, and jam + and cheese, and ended by gradual stages at hot lobster in the chafing-dish + in the studio—the darky was out all night, as usual. + </p> + <p> + Then Harry and Peter concluded that it was too late to go to bed at all—it + was really daylight—so they took bath-towels and went down to the + river and had a swim, and Harry slipped back to the house at six o'clock. + He said we'd repeat it all the next night, but of course we didn't. He's + the kind that, as soon as he's promised to do a thing, feels at once that + he doesn't really want to do it. + </p> + <p> + The next day Peter's Aunt Elizabeth came on the scene, and of course we + stayed away as much as we could. She loves Peter—they all do—but + she hasn't any use for me, and shows it. She thinks I'm perfectly dumb and + stupid. I simply don't exist, and I've never tried to undeceive her—it's + too much trouble. She always wants to tell people how to do their hair and + put on their clothes. + </p> + <p> + Miss Elizabeth Talbert is a howling swell; she only just endures it here. + I've heard lots of things about her from Bell Pickering, who knows the + Munroes—Lily Talbert, they call her there. She thinks she's fond of + Art, but she really doesn't know the first thing about it—she + doesn't like anything that isn't expensive and elegant and a la mode. + </p> + <p> + The only time she ever came to see me she actually PICKED her way around + the house when I was showing it to her—there's no other word to use—just + because there was a glass of jelly on the sofa, and the painting things + were all over the studio with Peter's clothes. I perfectly hated her that + day, yet I do love to look at her, and I can see how she might be terribly + nice if you were any one she thought worth caring for. There have been + times when I've seen a look on her face, like the clear ethereal light + beyond the sunset, that just PULLED at me. She is very fond of Peggy; I + know she would never do anything to injure Peggy. + </p> + <p> + Poor little Peggy! When I think of this affair about Harry Goward I don't + believe she ever felt sure of him; that is why she is so worked up over + this matter now. I know there was something that I felt from the first + through all her excitement, something that wasn't quite happy in her + happiness. I feel atmospheres at once; I just can't help it. And when I + get feeling other people's atmospheres too much I lose my own, and then I + can't paint. I began so well the other day with the picture of that + Armenian peddler, and now since Alice left I can't do a thing with it; his + bare yellow knees look just like ugly grape-fruit. I wish Sally was in. + She can't cook, but she can do a song-and-dance that's worth its weight in + gold when you're down in the mouth. + </p> + <p> + —Just then I looked out of the window and saw my mother-in-law + coming in. For a minute I was frightened. I'd never seen her look like + that before—so white and almost OLD; she seemed hardly able to walk, + and I ran to the door and helped her in, and put her in a chair and her + feet on a footstool, and got her my dear little Venetian bottle of + smelling-salts with the long silver chain; it's so beautiful it makes you + feel better just to look at it. I whisked Peter's shoes out into the hall, + and when I sat down by her she put her hand out to me and said, “Dear + child,” and I got all throaty, the way I do when any one speaks like that + to me, for, oh, I HAVE been lonesome for Dad and Momsey and my own dear + home! though no one ever seems to imagine it, and I said: + </p> +<div class="fig" style="width:50%;"> <img src="images/{0111}.jpg" alt="{0111}" width="100%" /><br /> </div> <h5> <a href="images/{0111}.jpg"> <img src="images/enlarge.jpg" alt="" /> </a> </h5> + + <p> + “Oh, can't I do something for you, Madonna?” I usually just call her + “you,” but once in a great while, when there's nobody else around, I call + her Madonna, and I know she likes it, even if she does think it a little + Romish or sacrilegious or something queer. + </p> + <p> + But she said she didn't want anything, only to rest a few minutes, and + that there was something she wanted me to tell Peter. She couldn't come in + the evening to see him without every one wanting to know why she came. + There was some terrible trouble about Peggy's engagement. She flushed up + and hesitated, and when I broke in to say, “You needn't bother to explain, + I know all about the whole thing,” she didn't seem at all surprised or ask + how I knew—she only seemed relieved to find that she could go right + on. I never can be demonstrative to her before people, but I just put my + arms around her now when she said: + </p> + <p> + “It's a great comfort to be able to come to you, Lorraine, and speak out. + At home your dear grandmother considers me so much—she only thinks + of everything as it affects me, but it makes it so that I can't always + show what I feel, for if I do she gets ill. All <i>I</i> can think of is + Peggy. If you knew what it was to me just now when my little Peggy went + away from me and locked herself in her room—Peggy, who all her life + has always come to me for comfort—” + </p> + <p> + She stopped for a minute, and I patted her. It was so unlike my + mother-in-law to speak in this way; she's usually so self-contained that + it made me sort of awestruck. After a moment she went on in a different + voice: + </p> + <p> + “They all want me to tell Cyrus—your father—that Aunt + Elizabeth has been trying to take Mr. Goward's affections away from Peggy. + I'm afraid it's just what she has been doing, though it seems incredible + that she should have any attraction for a young man. I was glad Elizabeth + had gone away overnight, for Maria is in such a state I don't know what + might have happened.” + </p> + <p> + “And don't you want to tell—father?” I gulped, but I knew I must say + it. “Why not, Madonna?” + </p> + <p> + She shook her head, with that look that makes you feel sometimes that she + isn't just the gentle and placid person that she appears to be. I seemed + to catch a glimpse of something very clear and strong. If I could paint + her with an expression like that I'd make my fortune. + </p> + <p> + “No, Lorraine. If it was about anybody but your aunt Elizabeth I would, + but I can't speak against her. It's her home as well as mine; I've always + realized that. I made up my mind, when I married, that I never would come + between brother and sister, and I never have. Aunt Elizabeth doesn't know + how many times I have smoothed matters over for her, how many times Cyrus + has been provoked because he thought she didn't show enough consideration + for me. I have always loved Aunt Elizabeth, and I believed she loved us—but + when I saw my Peggy to-day, Lorraine, I couldn't go and tell your father + about Aunt Elizabeth while I feel as I do now! I couldn't be just. If I + made him angry with her—” + </p> + <p> + She stopped, and I didn't need to have her go on. My father-in-law is one + of those big, kind, sensible, good-natured men who, when they do get + angry, go clear off the handle, and are so absolutely furious and + unreasonable you can't do anything with them. He got that way at Peter + once—but it makes me so furious myself when I think of it that I + never do. + </p> + <p> + “And, Lorraine,” Madonna went on, quite simply, “bringing all this home to + Aunt Elizabeth and making her pay up for it really has nothing to do with + Peggy's happiness. It is my child's happiness that I want, Lorraine. There + may be a misunderstanding of some kind—misunderstandings are very + cruel things sometimes, Lorraine. I cannot believe that boy doesn't care + for her—why, he loved her dearly! It seems to me far the best and + most dignified thing to just write to Mr. Goward himself and find out the + truth.” + </p> + <p> + “I think so, too!” said I. “Oh, Madonna, you're a Jim Dandy!” + </p> + <p> + “And so,” she went on, “I want you to ask Charles Edward to write + to-night. I'll leave the address with you. As Peggy's brother, it will be + more suitable for him to attend to the matter.” + </p> + <p> + Charles Edward! I simply gasped. The idea of Peter's writing to Harry + Goward to ask him the state of his affections! If Peter's mother couldn't + realize how perfectly impossible it was for even ME to make Peter do a + thing that—Well—I was knocked silly. + </p> + <p> + Dear Madonna is the survival of a period when a woman always expected some + man to face any crisis for her. All I could do was to say, resignedly: + </p> + <p> + “I'll give him the address.” And when she got up I went to the gate with + her. She was as dear as she could be; I just loved her until she happened + to say: + </p> + <p> + “When I came in I thought you might be lying down, for I looked up and saw + the shades were pulled down in your room, as they are now.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh,” I said, “I don't suppose anybody has been back in the room since we + got up.” And I was downright scared, she looked at me so strangely and + began to tremble all over. “What IS the matter?” I cried. “Do come into + the house again!” But she only grasped my arm and said, tragically: + </p> + <p> + “Lorraine, it isn't POSSIBLE that you haven't made your bed at four + o'clock in the afternoon!” And I answered: + </p> + <p> + “Oh, I always make it up before I sleep in it.” And then I knew that I'd + said just the wrong thing. What difference it can make to ANYBODY what + time you make your OWN bed I can't see! She tried to make me promise I'd + always make it up before ten o'clock in the morning. Why, I wouldn't even + promise to always feel fond of Peter at ten o'clock in the morning! I + NEVER have anything to do with the family without always feeling on edge + afterward. Why, when she was so sweet and strong about Peggy and Aunt + Elizabeth and all the rest of it, WHY should she get upset about such a + trifle? + </p> + <p> + I stood there by the gate just glowering as she went off. I knew she + thought I was going to perdition. I was sick of “the engagement.” What + business was it of Peter's and mine, anyhow? It had nothing to do with us, + really. Then I thought of the time Peter and I quarrelled, and how DEAR + Lyman Wilde was about it, and how he brought Peter back to me—just + to say the name of Lyman Wilde always makes me feel better. I adore him, + and always shall, and Peter knows it. If I could only go back to the + Settlement and hear him say, “Little girl,” in that coaxing voice of his! + He is one of those men who are always working so hard for other people + that you forget he hasn't anything for himself. + </p> + <p> + Thinking of him made me quite chipper again, and I went in and got his + picture and stuck it up in the mantel-piece and put flowers in front of + it. When Peter came in I told him about everything, and of course he + refused to write to Harry Goward, as I knew he would. He said it was all + rot, anyway, and that Harry was a nice boy, but not worth making such a + fuss over. He didn't know that he was particularly stuck on Peggy's + marrying Harry Goward, anyway—but there was no use in any one's + interfering. Peggy was the person to write. Finally he said he'd telephone + to Harry the next day to come out and stay at our house over Sunday, and + then he and Peggy could have a chance to settle it. + </p> + <p> + But Peter didn't telephone. He was late at the Works the next day—though + not nearly so late as he often is; but Mr. Talbert has a perfect fad about + every one's getting there on time; it's one of the things there's always + been a tug about between him and Peter. I should think he'd have realized + long ago that Peter NEVER will be on time, and just make up his mind to + it, but he won't. Well, Peter came back again to the house a little after + nine, perfectly white; he said he'd never enter the factory again.... + </p> + <p> + His father was in a towering rage when Peter went in; he spoke to Peter so + that every one could hear him, and then—Oh, it was a dreadful + time!... + </p> + <p> + Alice told me afterward that Maria had found her father in the garden + before breakfast. She insinuated, in HER way, all kinds of dreadful things + about Harry Goward and Aunt Elizabeth, and there was a scene at the + breakfast-table—and Peggy was taken so ill that they had to send for + Dr. Denbigh. I don't know what will happen when Aunt Elizabeth comes home. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0005" id="link2H_4_0005"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + V. THE SCHOOL-GIRL, by Elizabeth Jordan + </h2> + <p> + Except for Billy, who is a boy and does not count, I am the youngest + person in our family; and when I tell you that there are eleven of us—well, + you can dimly imagine the kind of a time I have. Two or three days ago I + heard Grandma Evarts say something to the minister about “the down-trodden + and oppressed of foreign lands,” and after he had gone I asked her what + they were. For a wonder, she told me; usually when Billy and I ask + questions you would think the whole family had been struck dumb. But this + time she answered and I remember every word—for if ever anything + sounded like a description of Billy and me it was what Grandma Evarts said + that day. I told her so, too; but, of course, she only looked at me over + her spectacles and didn't understand what I meant. Nobody ever does except + Billy and Aunt Elizabeth, and they're not much comfort. Billy is always so + busy getting into trouble and having me get him out of it, and feeling + sorry for himself, that he hasn't time to sympathize with me. Besides, as + I've said before, he's only a boy, and you know what boys are and how they + lack the delicate feelings girls have, and how their minds never work when + you want them to. As for Aunt Elizabeth, she is lovely sometimes, and the + way she remembers things that happened when she was young is simply + wonderful. She knows how girls feel, too, and how they suffer when they + are like Dr. Denbigh says I am—very nervous and sensitive and + high-strung. But she admitted to me to-day that she had never before + really made up her mind whether I am the “sweet, unsophisticated child” + she calls me, or what Tom Price says I am, The Eastridge Animated and + Undaunted Daily Bugle and Clarion Call. He calls me that because I know so + much about what is going on; and he says if Mr. Temple could get me on his + paper as a regular contributor there wouldn't be a domestic hearth-stone + left in Eastridge. He says the things I drop will break every last one of + them, anyhow, beginning with the one at home. That's the way he talks, and + though I don't always know exactly what he means I can tell by his + expression that it is not very complimentary. + </p> + <p> + Aunt Elizabeth is different from the others, and she and I have inspiring + conversations sometimes—serious ones, you know, about life and + responsibility and careers; and then, at other times, just when I'm + revealing my young heart to her the way girls do in books, she gets + absent-minded or laughs at me, or stares and says, “You extraordinary + infant,” and changes the subject. At first it used to hurt me dreadfully, + but now I'm beginning to think she does it when she can't answer my + questions. I've asked her lots and lots of things that have made her sit + up and gasp, I can tell you, and I have more all ready as soon as I get + the chance. + </p> + <p> + There is another thing I will mention while I think of it. Grandma Evarts + is always talking about “rules of life,” but the only rule of life I'm + perfectly sure I have is to always mention things when I think of them. + Even that doesn't please the family, though, because sometimes I mention + things they thought I didn't know, and then they are annoyed and cross + instead of learning a lesson by it and realizing how silly it is to try to + keep secrets from me. If they'd TELL me, and put me on my honor, I could + keep their old secrets as well as anybody. I've kept Billy's for years and + years. But when they all stop talking the minute I come into a room, and + when mamma and Peggy go around with red eyes and won't say why, you'd + better believe I don't like it. It fills me with the “intelligent + discontent” Tom is always talking about. Then I don't rest until I know + what there is to know, and usually when I get through I know more than + anybody else does, because I've got all the different sides—Maria's + and Tom's and Lorraine's and Charles Edward's and mamma's and papa's and + grandma's and Peggy's and Aunt Elizabeth's. It isn't that they intend to + tell me things, either; they all try not to. Every one of them keeps her + own secrets beautifully, but she drops things about the others. Then all I + have to do is to put them together like a patch-work quilt. + </p> + <p> + You needn't think it's easy, though, for the very minute I get near any of + the family they waste most of the time we're together by trying to improve + me. You see, they are all so dreadfully old that they have had time to + find out their faults and youthful errors, and every single one of them + thinks she sees ALL her faults in me, and that she must help me to conquer + them ere it is too late. Aunt Elizabeth says they mean it kindly, and + perhaps they do. But if you have ever had ten men and women trying to + improve you, you will know what my life is. Tom Price, who married my + sister Maria, told Dr. Denbigh once that “every time a Talbert is + unoccupied he or she puts Alice or Billy, or both, on the family + moulding-board and kneads awhile.” I heard him say it and it's true. All + <i>I</i> can say is that if they keep on kneading and moulding me much + longer there won't be anything left but a kind of a pulpy mass. I can see + what they have done to Billy already; he's getting pulpier every day, and + I don't believe his brain would ever work if I didn't keep stirring it up. + </p> + <p> + However, the thing I want to say while I think of it is this. It is a + question, and I will ask it here because there is no use of asking it at + home: Why is it that grown-up men and women never have anything really + interesting to say to a girl fifteen years old? Then, if you can answer + that, I wish you would answer another: Why don't they ever listen or + understand what a girl means when she talks to them? Billy and I have one + rule now when we want to say something serious. We get right in front of + them and fix them with a glittering eye, the way the Ancient Mariner did, + you know, and speak as slowly as we can, in little bits of words, to show + them it's very important. Then, sometimes, they pay attention and answer + us, but usually they act as if we were babies gurgling in cunning little + cribs. And the rude way they interrupt us often and go on talking about + their own affairs—well, I will not say more, for dear mamma has + taught me not to criticise my elders, and I never do. But I watch them + pretty closely, just the same, and when I see them doing something that is + not right my brain works so hard it keeps me awake nights. If it's + anything very dreadful, like Peggy's going and getting engaged, I point + out the error, the way they're always pointing errors out to me. Of course + it doesn't do any good, but that isn't my fault. It's because they haven't + got what my teacher calls “receptive minds.” + </p> + <p> + I'm telling you all this before I tell you what has happened, so you will + be sorry for Billy and me. If you are sorry already, as well indeed you + may be, you will be a great deal more sorry before I get through. For if + ever any two persons were “downtrodden and oppressed” and “struggling in + darkness” and “feeling the chill waters of affliction,” it's Billy and me + to-night—all because we tried to help Peggy and Lorraine and Aunt + Elizabeth after they had got everything mixed up! I told them I was just + trying to help, and Tom Price said right off that there was only one thing + for Billy and me to do in future whenever the “philanthropic spirit began + to stir” in us, and that was to get on board the suburban trolley-car and + go as far away from home as our nickels would take us, and not hurry back. + So you see he is not a bit grateful for the interesting things I told + Maria. + </p> + <p> + I will now tell what happened. It began the day Billy heard the station + agent at Whitman read Aunt Elizabeth's telegram to Harry Goward. The + telegram had a lot of silly letters and words in it, so Billy didn't know + what it meant, and, of course, he didn't care. The careless child would + have forgotten all about it if I hadn't happened to meet him at Lorraine's + after he got back from Whitman. He is always going to Lorraine's for some + of Sallie's cookies—she makes perfectly delicious ones, round and + fat and crumbly, with currants on the top. Billy had taken so many that + his pockets bulged out on the sides, and his mouth was so full he only + nodded when he saw me. So, of course, I stopped to tell him how vulgar + that was, and piggish, and to see if he had left any for me, and he was so + anxious to divert my mind that as soon as he could speak he began to talk + about seeing Aunt Elizabeth over in Whitman. That interested me, so I got + the whole thing out of him, and the very minute he had finished telling it + I made him go straight and tell Peggy. I told him to do it delicately, and + not yell it out. I thought it would cheer and comfort Peggy to know that + some one was doing something, instead of standing around and looking + solemn, but, alas! it did not, and Billy told me with his own lips that it + was simply awful to see Peggy's face. Even he noticed it, so it must have + been pretty bad. He said her eyes got so big it made him think of the + times she used to imitate the wolf in Red Riding-Hood and scare us 'most + to death when we were young. + </p> +<div class="fig" style="width:50%;"> <img src="images/{0127}.jpg" alt="{0127}" width="100%" /><br /> </div> <h5> <a href="images/{0127}.jpg"> <img src="images/enlarge.jpg" alt="" /> </a> </h5> + + <p> + When Billy told me that, I saw that perhaps we shouldn't have told Peggy, + so the next day I went over to Lorraine's again to ask her what she + thought about it. I stopped at noon on my way home from school, and I + didn't ring the bell, because I never do. I walked right in as usual, + falling over the books and teacups and magazines on the floor, and I found + Lorraine sitting at the tea-table with her head down among the little + cakes and bits of toast left over from the afternoon before. She didn't + look up, so I knew she hadn't heard me, and I saw her shoulders shake, and + then I knew that she was crying. I had never seen Lorraine cry before, and + I felt dreadfully, but I didn't know just what to do or what to say, and + while I stood staring at her I noticed that there was a photograph on the + table with a lot of faded flowers. The face of the photograph was up and I + saw that it was a picture of Mr. Wilde—the one that usually stands + on the mantel-piece. Lorraine is always talking about him, and she has + told me ever and ever so much about how nice and kind he was to her when + she was studying art in New York. But, of course, I didn't know she cared + enough for him to cry over his picture, and it gave me the queerest + feelings to see her do it—kind of wabbly ones in my legs, and + strange, sinking ones in my stomach. You see, I had just finished reading + Lady Hermione's Terrible Secret. A girl at school lent it to me. So when I + saw Lorraine crying over a photograph and faded flowers I knew it must + mean that she had learned to love Mr. Wilde with a love that was her doom, + or would be if she didn't hurry and get over it. Finally I crept out of + the house without saying a word to her or letting her know I was there, + and I leaned on the gate to think it over and try to imagine what a girl + in a book would do. In Lady Hermione her sister discovered the truth and + tried to save the rash woman from the sad consequences of her love, so I + knew that was what I must do, but I didn't know how to begin. While I was + standing there with my brain going round like one of Billy's paper + pinwheels some one stopped in front of me and said, “Hello, Alice,” in a + sick kind of a way, like a boy beginning to recite a piece at school. I + looked up. It was Harry Goward! + </p> + <p> + You'd better believe I was surprised, for, of course, when he went away + nobody expected he would come back so soon; and after all the fuss and the + red eyes and the mystery <i>I</i> hoped he wouldn't come back at all. But + here he was in three days, so I said, very coldly, “How do you do, Mr. + Goward,” and bowed in a distant way; and he took his hat off quickly and + held it in his hand, and I waited for him to say something else. All he + did for a minute was to look over my head. Then he said, in the same queer + voice: “Is Mrs. Peter in? I wanted to have a little talk with her,” and he + put his hand on the gate to open it. I suppose it was dreadfully rude, but + I stayed just where I was and said, very slowly, in icy tones, that he + must kindly excuse my sister-in-law, as I was sure she wouldn't be able to + receive him. Of course I knew she wouldn't want him or any one else to + come in and see her cry, and besides I never liked Harry Goward and I + never expect to. He looked very much surprised at first, and then his face + got as red as a baby's does when there's a pin in it somewhere, and he + asked if she was ill. I said, “No, she is not ill,” and then I sighed and + looked off down the street as if I would I were alone. He began to speak + very quickly, but stopped and bit his lip. Then he turned away and + hesitated, and finally he came back and took a thick letter from his + pocket and held it out to me. He was smiling now, and for a minute he + really looked nice and sweet and friendly. + </p> + <p> + “Say, Alice,” he said, in the most coaxing way, “don't YOU get down on me, + too. Do me a good turn—that's a dear. Take this letter home and + deliver it. Will you? And say I'm at the hotel waiting for an answer.” + </p> + <p> + Now, you can see yourself that this was thrilling. The whole family was + watching every mail for a letter from Harry Goward and here he was + offering me one! I didn't show how excited I was; I just took the letter + and turned it over so I couldn't see the address and slipped it into my + pocket, and said, coldly, that I would deliver it with pleasure. Harry + Goward was looking quite cheerful again, but he said, in a worried tone, + that he hoped I wouldn't forget, because it was very, very important. Then + I dismissed him with a haughty bow, the way they do on the stage, and this + time he put his hat on and really went. + </p> + <p> + Of course after that I wanted to go straight home with the letter, but I + knew it wouldn't do to leave Lorraine bearing her terrible burden without + some one to comfort her. While I was trying to decide what to do I saw + Billy a block away with Sidney Tracy, and I whistled to him to come, and + beckoned with both hands at the same time to show it was important. I had + a beautiful idea. In that very instant I “planned my course of action,” as + they say in books. I made up my mind that I would send the letter home by + Billy, and that would give me time to run over to Maria's and get + something to eat and ask Maria to go and comfort Lorraine. Maria and + Lorraine don't like each other very much, but I knew trouble might bring + them closer, for Grandma Evarts says it always does. Besides, Maria is + dreadfully old and knows everything and is the one the family always sends + for when things happen. If they don't send she comes anyhow and tells + everybody what to do. So I pinned the letter in Billy's pocket, so he + couldn't lose it, and I ordered him to go straight home with it. He said + he would. He looked queer and I thought I saw him drop something near a + fence before he came to me, but I was so excited I didn't pay close + attention. As soon as Billy started off I went to Maria's. + </p> + <p> + She was all alone, for Tom was lunching with some one at the hotel. When + we were at the table I told her about Lorraine, and if ever any one was + excited and really listened this time it was sister Maria. She pushed back + her chair, and spoke right out before she thought, I guess. “Charles + Edward's wife crying over another man's picture!” she said. “Well, I like + that! But I'm not surprised. I always said no good would come of THAT + match!” + </p> + <p> + Then she stopped and made herself quiet down, but I could see how hard it + was, and she added: “So THAT was the matter with Charles Edward when I met + him this morning rushing along the street like a cyclone.” + </p> + <p> + I got dreadfully worried then and begged her to go to Lorraine at once, + for I saw things were even more terrible than I had thought. But Maria + said: “Certainly not! I must consult with father and mother first. This is + something that affects us all. After I have seen them I will go to + Lorraine's.” Then she told me not to worry about it, and not to speak of + it to any one else. I didn't, either, except to Billy and Aunt Elizabeth; + and when I told Aunt Elizabeth the man's name I thought she would go up + into the air like one of Billy's skyrockets. But that part does not belong + here, and I'm afraid if I stop to talk about it I'll forget about Billy + and the letter. + </p> + <p> + After luncheon Maria put her hat on and went straight to our house to see + mother, and I went back to school. When I got home I asked, the first + thing, if Billy had delivered the letter from Harry Goward, and for the + next fifteen minutes you would have thought every one in our house had + gone crazy. That wretched boy had not delivered it at all! They had not + even seen him, and they didn't know anything about the letter. After they + had let me get enough breath to tell just how I had met Harry and exactly + what he had said and done, mother rushed off to telephone to father, and + Aunt Elizabeth came down-stairs with a wild, eager face, and Grandma + Evarts actually shook me when she found I didn't even know whom the letter + was for. I hadn't looked, because I had been so excited. Finally, after + everybody had talked at once for a while. Grandma Evans told me mamma had + said Billy could go fishing that afternoon, because the weather was so hot + and she thought he looked pale and overworked. The idea of Billy Talbert + being overworked! I could have told mamma something about THAT. + </p> + <p> + Well, I saw through the whole thing then. Billy hadn't told me, for fear I + would want to go along; so he had sneaked off with Sidney Tracy, and if he + hadn't forgotten all about the letter he had made up his mind it would do + as well to deliver it when he came home. That's the way Billy's mind works—like + Tom Price's stop-watch. It goes up to a certain instant and then it stops + short. You'd better believe I was angry. And it didn't make it any easier + for me to remember that while I was having this dreadful time at home, and + being reproached by everybody. Billy and Sidney Tracy were sitting + comfortably under the willows on the edge of the river pulling little + minnows out of the water. I knew exactly where they would be—I'd + been there with Billy often enough. Just as I thought of that I looked at + poor Peggy, sitting in her wrapper in papa's big easy-chair, leaning + against a pillow Grandma Evarts had put behind her back, and trying to be + calm. She looked so pale and worn and worried and sick that I made up my + mind I'd follow those boys to the river and get that letter and bring it + home to Peggy—for, of course, I was sure it was for her. I wish you + could have seen her face when I said I'd do it, and the way she jumped up + from the chair and then blushed and sank back and tried to look as if it + didn't matter—with her eyes shining all the time with excitement and + hope. + </p> + <p> + I got on my bicycle and rode off, and I made good time until I crossed the + bridge. Then I had to walk along the river, pushing the bicycle, and I + came to those two boys so quietly that they never saw me until I was right + behind them. They were fishing still, but they had both been swimming—I + could tell that by their wet hair and by the damp, mussy look of their + clothes. When Billy saw me he turned red and began to make a great fuss + over his line. He didn't say a word; he never does when he's surprised or + ashamed, so he doesn't speak very often, anyhow; but I broke the painful + silence by saying a few words myself. I told Billy how dreadful he had + made everybody feel and how they were all blaming me, and I said I'd thank + him for that letter to take home to his poor suffering sister. Billy put + down his rod, and all the time I talked he was going through his pockets + one after the other and getting redder and redder. I was so busy talking + that I didn't understand at first just what this meant, but when I stopped + and held out my hand and looked at him hard I saw in his guilty face the + terrible, terrible fear that he had lost that letter; and I was so + frightened that my legs gave way under me, and I sat down on the grass in + my fresh blue linen dress, just where they had dripped and made it wet. + </p> + <p> + All this time Sidney Tracy was going through HIS pockets, too, and just as + I was getting up again in a hurry he took off his cap and emptied his + pockets into it. I wish you could have seen what that cap held then—worms, + and sticky chewing-gum, and tops, and strings, and hooks, and marbles, and + two pieces of molasses candy all soft and messy, and a little bit of a + turtle, and a green toad, and a slice of bread-and-butter, and a dirty, + soaking, handkerchief that he and Billy had used for a towel. There was + something else there, too—a dark, wet, pulpy, soggy-looking thing + with pieces of gum and molasses candy and other things sticking to it. + Sidney took it out and held it toward me in a proud, light-hearted way: + </p> + <p> + “There's your letter, all right,” he said, and Billy gave a whoop of joy + and called out, “Good-bye, Alice,” as a hint for me to hurry home. I was + so anxious to get the letter that I almost took it, but I stopped in time. + I hadn't any gloves on, and it was just too dreadful. If you could have + seen it you would never have touched it in the world. I got near enough to + look at it, though, and then I saw that the address was so dirty and so + covered with gum and bait and candy that all I could read was a capital + “M” and a small “s” at the beginning and an “ert” at the end; the name + between was hidden. I covered my eyes with my hand and gasped out to the + boys that I wanted the things taken off it that didn't belong there, and + when I looked again Sidney had scraped off the worst of it and was + scrubbing the envelope with his wet handkerchief to make it look cleaner. + After that you couldn't tell what ANY letter was, so I just groaned and + snatched it from his hands and left those two boys in their disgusting + dirt and degradation and went home. + </p> + <p> + When I got back mamma and Grandma Evarts and Tom Price and Peggy and Aunt + Elizabeth were in the parlor, looking more excited than ever, because + Maria had been there telling the family about Lorraine. Then she had gone + on to Lorraine's and Tom had dropped in to call for her and was waiting to + hear about the letter. They were all watching the door when I came in, and + Peggy and Aunt Elizabeth started to get up, but sat down again. I stood + there hesitating because, of course, I didn't know who to give it to, and + Grandma Evarts shot out, “Well, Alice! Well, Well!” as if she was blowing + the words at me from a little peashooter. Then I began to explain about + the address, but before I could say more than two or three words mamma + motioned to me and I gave the letter to her. + </p> + <p> + You could have heard an autumn leaf fall in that room. Mamma put on her + glasses and puzzled over the smear on the envelope, and Peggy drew a long + breath and jumped up and walked over to mamma and held out her hand. Mamma + didn't hesitate a minute. “Certainly it must be for you, my dear,” she + said, and then she added, in a very cold, positive way, “For whom else + could it possibly be intended?” No one spoke; but just as Peggy had put + her finger under the flap to tear it open, Aunt Elizabeth got up and + crossed the room to where mamma and Peggy stood. She spoke very softly and + quietly, but she looked queer and excited. + </p> + <p> + “Wait one moment, my dear,” she said to Peggy. “Very probably the letter + IS for you, but it is just possible that it may be for some one else. + Wouldn't it be safer—wiser—for ME to open it?” + </p> + <p> + Then Peggy cried out, “Oh, Aunt Elizabeth, how dreadful! How can you say + such a thing!” Mother had hesitated an instant when Aunt Elizabeth spoke, + but now she drew Peggy's head down to her dear, comfy shoulder, and Peggy + stayed right there and cried as hard as she could—with little gasps + and moans as if she felt dreadfully nervous. Then, for once in my life, I + saw my mother angry. She looked over Peggy's head at Aunt Elizabeth, and + her face was so dreadful it made me shiver. + </p> + <p> + “Elizabeth,” she said, and she brought her teeth right down hard on the + word, “this is the climax of your idiocy. Have you the audacity to claim + here, before me, that this letter from my child's affianced husband is + addressed to you?” + </p> + <p> + Aunt Elizabeth looked very pale now, but when she answered she spoke as + quietly as before. + </p> + <p> + “If it is, Ada,” she said, “it is against my wish and my command. But—it + may be.” Then her voice changed as if she were really begging for + something. + </p> + <p> + “Let me open it,” she said. “If it is for Peggy I can tell by the first + line or two, even if he does not use the name. Surely it will do no harm + if I glance at it.” + </p> + <p> + Mother looked even angrier than before. + </p> + <p> + “Well,” she said, “it could do no harm, you think, if you read a letter + intended for Peggy, but you don't dare to risk letting Peggy read a letter + addressed by Harry Goward to you. This is intolerable, Elizabeth Talbert. + You have passed the limit of my endurance—and of my husband's.” + </p> + <p> + She brought out the last words very slowly, looking Aunt Elizabeth + straight in the eyes, and Aunt Elizabeth looked back with her head very + high. She has a lovely way of using such expressions as “For the rest” and + “As to that,” and she did it now. + </p> + <p> + “As to that,” she said, “my brother must speak for himself. No one regrets + more bitterly than I do this whole most unpleasant affair. I can only say + that with all my heart I am trying to straighten it out.” + </p> + <p> + Grandma Evarts sniffed just then so loudly that we all looked at her, and + then, of course, mamma suddenly remembered that I was still there, + regarding the scene with wide, intelligent young eyes, and she nodded + toward the door, meaning for me to go out. My, but I hated to! I picked up + grandma's ball of wool and drew the footstool close to her feet, and + looked around to see if I couldn't show her some other delicate girlish + attention such as old ladies love, but there wasn't anything, especially + as grandma kept motioning for me to leave. So I walked toward the door + very slowly, and before I got there I heard Tom Price say: + </p> + <p> + “Oh, come now; we're making a lot of fuss about nothing. There's a very + simple way out of all this. Alice says Goward's still at the hotel. I'll + just run down there and explain, and ask him to whom that letter belongs.” + </p> + <p> + Then I was at the door, and I HAD to open it and go out. The voices went + on inside for a few minutes, but soon I saw Tom come out and I went to him + and slipped my arm inside of his and walked with him across the lawn and + out to the sidewalk. I don't very often like the things Tom says, but I + thought it was clever of him to think of going to ask Harry Goward about + the letter, and I told him so to encourage him. He thanked me very + politely, and then he stopped and braced his back against the lamp-post on + the corner and “fixed me with a stern gaze,” as writers say. + </p> + <p> + “Look here, Clarry,” he said (“Clarry” is short, he says, for Daily Bugle + and Clarion Call, which is “too lengthy for frequent use”), “you're doing + a lot of mischief to-day with your rural delivery system for Goward and + your news extras about Lorraine. What's this cock-and-bull story you've + got up about her, anyway?” + </p> + <p> + I told him just what I had seen. When I got through he said there was + “nothing in it.” + </p> + <p> + “That bit about her head being among the toast and cake,” he went on, + “would be convincing circumstantial evidence of a tragedy if it had been + any other woman's head, but it doesn't count with Lorraine—I mean it + doesn't represent the complete abandonment to grief which would be implied + if it happened in the case of any one else. You must remember that when + Lorraine wants to have a comfortable cry she's got to choose between + putting her head in the jam on the sofa, or among the wet paint and + brushes in the easy-chair, or among the crumbs on the tea-table. As for + that photograph, it probably fell off the mantel-piece to the tea-table, + instead of falling, as usual, into the coal-hod. To sum up, my dear + Clarry, if you had remembered the extreme emotionalism of your sister + Lorraine's temperament and the—er—eccentricity of her + housekeeping, you would not have permitted yourself to be so sadly misled. + Not remembering it, you've done a lot of mischief. All these things being + so, no one will believe them. And to-night, when you are safely tucked + into your little bed, if you hear the tramping of many feet on the asphalt + walks you may know what it will mean. It will mean that your mother and + father, and Elizabeth, and Grandma Evarts and Maria and Peggy will be + dropping in on Lorraine, each alone and quite casually, of course, to find + out what there really is in this terrible rumor. And some of them will + believe to their dying day that there was something in it.” + </p> + <p> + Well, that made me feel very unhappy. For I could see that under Tom's gay + exterior and funny way of saying things he really meant every word. Of + course I told him that I had wanted to help Lorraine and Peggy because + they were so wretched, and he made me promise on the spot that if ever I + wanted to help him I'd tell him about it first. Then he went off to the + hotel looking more cheerful, and I was left alone with my sad thoughts. + </p> + <p> + When I got into the house the first thing I saw was Billy sneaking out of + the back door. I had meant to have a long and earnest talk with Billy the + minute he got home, and point out some of his serious faults, but when I + looked at him I saw that mamma or grandma had just done it. He looked red + eyed and miserable, and the minute he saw me he began to whistle. Billy + never whistles except just before or just after a whipping, so my heart + sank, and I was dreadfully sorry for him. I started after him to tell him + so, but he made a face at me and ran; and just then Aunt Elizabeth came + along the hall and dragged me up to her room and began to ask me all over + again about Mr. Goward and all that he said—whether I was perfectly + SURE he didn't mention any name. She looked worried and unhappy. Then she + asked about Lorraine, but in an indifferent voice, as if she was really + thinking about something else. I told her all I knew, but she didn't say a + word or pay much attention until I mentioned that the man in the + photograph was Mr. Lyman Wilde. Then—well, I wish you had seen Aunt + Elizabeth! She made me promise afterwards that I'd never tell a single + soul what happened, and I won't. But I do wish sometimes that Billy and I + lived on a desert island, where there wasn't anybody else. I just can't + bear being home when everybody is so unhappy, and when not a single thing + I do helps the least little bit! + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0006" id="link2H_4_0006"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + VI. THE SON-IN-LAW, by John Kendrick Bangs + </h2> + <p> + On the whole I am glad our family is no larger than it is. It is a very + excellent family as families go, but the infinite capacity of each + individual in it for making trouble, and adding to complications already + sufficiently complex, surpasses anything that has ever before come into my + personal or professional experience. If I handle my end of this miserable + affair without making a break of some kind or other, I shall apply to the + Secretary of State for a high place in the diplomatic service, for mere + international complications are child's-play compared to this embroglio in + which Goward and Aunt Elizabeth have landed us all. I think I shall take + up politics and try to get myself elected to the legislature, anyhow, and + see if I can't get a bill through providing that when a man marries it is + distinctly understood that he marries his wife and not the whole of his + wife's family, from her grandmother down through her maiden aunts, + sisters, cousins, little brothers, et al., including the latest arrivals + in kittens. In my judgment it ought to be made a penal offence for any + member of a man's wife's family to live on the same continent with him, + and if I had to get married all over again to Maria—and I'd do it + with as much delighted happiness as ever—I should insist upon the + interpolation of a line in the marriage ceremony, “Do you promise to love, + honor, and obey your wife's relatives,” and when I came to it I'd turn and + face the congregation and answer “No,” through a megaphone, so loud that + there could be no possibility of a misunderstanding as to precisely where + I stood. + </p> + <p> + If anybody thinks I speak with an unusual degree of feeling, I beg to + inform him or her, as the case may be, that in the matter of wife's + relations I have an unusually full set, and, as my small brother-in-law + says when he orates about his postage-stamp collection, they're all + uncancelled. Into all lives a certain amount of mother-in-law must fall, + but I not only have that, but a grandmother-in-law as well, and + maiden-aunt-in-law, and the Lord knows what else-in-law besides. I must + say that as far as my mother-in-law is concerned I've had more luck than + most men, because Mrs. Talbert comes pretty close to the ideal in + mother-in-legal matters. She is gentle and unoffending. She prefers + minding her own business to assuming a trust control of other people's + affairs, but HER mother—well, I don't wish any ill to Mrs. Evarts, + but if anybody is ambitious to adopt an orphan lady, with advice on tap at + all hours in all matters from winter flannels to the conversion of the + Hottentots, I will cheerfully lead him to the goal of his desires, and + with alacrity surrender to him all my right, title, and interest in her. + At the same time I will give him a quit-claim deed to my + maiden-aunt-in-law—not that Aunt Elizabeth isn't good fun, for she + is, and I enjoy talking to her, and wondering what she will do next fills + my days with a living interest, but I'd like her better if she belonged in + some other fellow's family. + </p> + <p> + I don't suppose I can blame Maria under all the circumstances for standing + up for the various members of her family when they are attacked, which she + does with much vigorous and at times aggressive loyalty. We cannot always + help ourselves in the matter of our relations. Some are born relatives, + some achieve relatives, and others have relatives thrust upon them. Maria + was born to hers, and according to all the rules of the game she's got to + like them, nay, even cherish and protect them against the slings and + arrows of outrageous criticism. But, on the other hand, I think she ought + to remember that while I achieved some of them with my eyes open, the rest + were thrust upon me when I was defenceless, and when I find some + difficulty in adapting myself to circumstances, as is frequently the case, + she should be more lenient to my incapacity. The fact that I am a lawyer + makes it necessary for me to toe the mark of respect for the authority of + the courts all day, whether I am filled with contempt for the court or + not, and it is pretty hard to find, when I return home at night, that + another set of the judiciary in the form of Maria's family, a sort of + domestic supreme court, controls all my private life, so that except when + I am rambling through the fields alone, or am taking my bath in the + morning, I cannot give my feelings full and free expression without + disturbing the family entente; and there isn't much satisfaction in + skinning people to a lonesome cow, or whispering your indignant sentiments + into the ear of a sponge already soaked to the full with cold water. I + have tried all my married life to agree with every member of the family in + everything he, she, or it has said, but, now that this Goward business has + come up, I can't do that, because every time anybody says “Booh” to + anybody else in the family circle, regarding this duplex love-affair, a + family council is immediately called and “Booh” is discussed, not only + from every possible stand-point, but from several impossible ones as well. + </p> + <p> + When that letter of Goward's was rescued from the chewing-gum contingent, + with its address left behind upon the pulpy surface of Sidney Tracy's + daily portion of peptonized-paste, it was thought best that I should call + upon the writer at his hotel and find out to whom the letter was really + written. + </p> + <p> + My own first thought was to seek out Sidney Tracy and see if the + superscription still remained on the chewing-gum, and I had the + good-fortune to meet the boy on my way to the hotel, but on questioning + him I learned that in the excitement of catching a catfish, shortly after + Alice had left the lads, Sidney had incontinently swallowed the + rubber-like substance, and nothing short of an operation for appendicitis + was likely to put me in possession of the missing exhibit. So I went on to + the hotel, and ten minutes later found myself in the presence of an + interesting case of nervous prostration. Poor Goward! When I observed the + wrought-up condition of his nerves, I was immediately so filled with pity + for him that if it hadn't been for Maria I think I should at once have + assumed charge of his case, and, as his personal counsel, sued the family + for damages on his behalf. He did not strike me as being either old + enough, or sufficiently gifted in the arts of philandery, to be taken + seriously as a professional heart-breaker, and to tell the truth I had to + restrain myself several times from telling him that I thought the whole + affair a tempest in a teapot, because, in wanting consciously to marry two + members of the family, he had only attempted to do what I had done + unconsciously when I and the whole tribe of Talberts, remotely and + immediately connected, became one. Nevertheless, I addressed him coldly. + </p> + <p> + “Mr. Goward,” I said, when the first greetings were over, “this is a most + unfortunate affair.” + </p> + <p> + “It is terrible,” he groaned, pacing the thin-carpeted floor like a poor + caged beast in the narrow confines of the Zoo. “You don't need to tell me + how unfortunate it all is.” + </p> + <p> + “As a matter of fact,” I went on, “I don't exactly recall a similar case + in my experience. You will doubtless admit yourself that it is a bit + unusual for a man even of your age to flirt with the maiden aunt of his + fiancee, and possibly you realize that we would all be very much relieved + if you could give us some reasonable explanation of your conduct.” + </p> +<div class="fig" style="width:50%;"> <img src="images/{0151}.jpg" alt="{0151}" width="100%" /><br /> </div> <h5> <a href="images/{0151}.jpg"> <img src="images/enlarge.jpg" alt="" /> </a> </h5> + + <p> + “I'll be only too glad to explain,” said Goward, “if you will only + listen.” + </p> + <p> + “In my own judgment the best solution of the tangle would be for you to + elope with a third party at your earliest convenience,” I continued, “but + inasmuch as you have come here it is evident that you mean to pursue some + course of action in respect to one of the two ladies—my sister or my + aunt. Now what IS that course? and which of the two ladies may we regard + as the real object of your vagrom affections? I tell you frankly, before + you begin, that I shall permit no trifling with Peggy. As to Aunt + Elizabeth, she is quite able to take care of herself.” + </p> + <p> + “It's—it's Peggy, of course,” said Goward. “I admire Miss Elizabeth + Talbert very much indeed, but I never really thought of—being + seriously engaged to her.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah!” said I, icily. “And did you think of being frivolously engaged to + her?” + </p> + <p> + “I not only thought of it,” said Goward, “but I was. It was at the + Abercrombies', Mr. Price. Lily—that is to say, Aunt Elizabeth—” + </p> + <p> + “Excuse me, Mr. Goward,” I interrupted. “As yet the lady is not your Aunt + Elizabeth, and the way things look now I have my doubts if she ever is + your Aunt Elizabeth.” + </p> + <p> + “Miss Talbert, then,” said Goward, with a heart-rending sigh. “Miss + Talbert and I were guests at the Abercrombies' last October—maybe + she's told you—and on Hallowe'en we had a party—apple-bobbing + and the mirror trick and all that, and somehow or other Miss Talbert and I + were thrown together a great deal, and before I really knew how, or why, + we—well, we became engaged for—for the week, anyhow.” + </p> + <p> + “I see,” said I, dryly. “You played the farce for a limited engagement.” + </p> + <p> + “We joked about it a great deal, and I—well, I got into the spirit + of it—one must at house-parties, you know,” said Goward, + deprecatingly. + </p> + <p> + “I suppose so,” said I. + </p> + <p> + “I got into the spirit of it, and Miss Talbert christened me Young + Lochinvar, Junior,” Goward went on, “and I did my best to live up to the + title. Then at the end of the week I was suddenly called home, and I + didn't have any chance to see Miss Talbert alone before leaving, and—well, + the engagement wasn't broken off. That's all. I never saw her again until + I came here to meet the family. I didn't know she was Peggy's aunt.” + </p> + <p> + “So that in reality you WERE engaged to both Peggy and Miss Talbert at the + same time,” I suggested. “That much seems to be admitted.” + </p> + <p> + “I suppose so,” groaned Goward. “But not seriously engaged, Mr. Price. I + didn't suppose she would think it was serious—just a lark—but + when she appeared that night and fixed me with her eye I suddenly realized + what had happened.” + </p> + <p> + “It was another case of 'the woman tempted me and I did eat,' was it, + Goward?” I asked. + </p> + <p> + Goward's pale face Hushed, and he turned angrily. + </p> + <p> + “I haven't said anything of the sort,” he retorted. “Of all the unmanly, + sneaking excuses that ever were offered for wrong-doing, that first of + Adam's has never been beaten.” + </p> + <p> + “You evidently don't think that Adam was a gentleman,” I put in, with a + feeling of relief at the boy's attitude toward my suggestion. + </p> + <p> + “Not according to my standards,” he said, with warmth. + </p> + <p> + “Well,” I ventured, “he hadn't had many opportunities, Adam hadn't. His + outlook was rather provincial, and his associations not broadening. You + wouldn't have been much better yourself brought up in a zoo. Nevertheless, + I don't think myself that he toed the mark as straight as he might have.” + </p> + <p> + “He was a coward,” said Goward, with a positiveness born of conviction. + And with that remark Goward took his place in my affections. Whatever the + degree of his seeming offence, he was at least a gentleman himself, and + his unwillingness to place any part of the blame for his conduct upon Aunt + Elizabeth showed me that he was not a cad, and I began to feel pretty + confident that some reasonable way out of our troubles was looming into + sight. + </p> + <p> + “How old are you, Goward?” I asked. + </p> + <p> + “Twenty-one,” he answered, “counting the years. If you count the last week + by the awful hours it has contained I am older than Methuselah.” + </p> + <p> + At last I thought I had it, and a feeling of wrath against Aunt Elizabeth + began to surge up within me. It was another case of that intolerable “only + a boy” habit that so many women of uncertain age and character, married + and single, seem nowadays to find so much pleasure in. We find it too + often in our complex modern society, and I am not sure that it is not + responsible for more deviations from the path of rectitude than even the + offenders themselves imagine. Callow youth just from college is + susceptible to many kinds of flattery, and at the age of adolescence the + appeal which lovely woman makes to inexperience is irresistible. + </p> + <p> + I know whereof I speak, for I have been there myself. I always tell Maria + everything that I conveniently can—it is not well for a man to have + secrets from his wife—and when I occasionally refer to my past + flames I find myself often growing more than pridefully loquacious over my + early affairs of the heart, but when I thought of the serious study that I + once made in my twentieth year of the dozen easiest, most painless methods + of committing suicide because Miss Mehitabel Flanders, aetat thirty-eight, + whom I had chosen for my life's companion, had announced her intention of + marrying old Colonel Barrington—one of the wisest matches ever as I + see it now—I drew the line at letting Maria into that particular + secret of my career. Miss Mehitabel was indeed a beautiful woman, and she + took a very deep and possibly maternal interest in callow youth. She + invited confidence and managed in many ways to make a strong appeal to + youthful affections, but I don't think she was always careful to draw the + line nicely between maternal love and that other which is neither + maternal, fraternal, paternal, nor even filial. To my eye she was no older + than I, and to my way of thinking nothing could have been more eminently + fitting than that we should walk the Primrose Way hand in hand forever. + </p> + <p> + While I will not say that the fair Mehitabel trifled with my young + affections, I will say that she let me believe—nay, induced me to + believe by her manner—that even as I regarded her she regarded me, + and when at the end she disclaimed any intention to smash my heart into + the myriad atoms into which it flew—which have since most happily + reunited upon Maria—and asserted that she had let me play in the + rose-garden of my exuberant fancy because I was “only a boy,” my bump upon + the hard world of fact was an atrociously hard one. Some women pour passer + le temps find pleasure in playing thus with young hopes and hearts as + carelessly as though they were mere tennis-balls, to be whacked about and + rallied, and volleyed hither and yon, without regard to their constituent + ingredients, and then when trouble comes, and a catastrophe is imminent, + the refuge of “only a boy” is sought as though it really afforded a + sufficient protection against “responsibility.” The most of us would + regard the hopeless infatuation of a young girl committed to our care, + either as parents or as guardians, for a middle-aged man of the world with + such horror that drastic steps would be taken to stop it, but we are not + so careful of the love-affairs of our sons, and view with complaisance + their devotion to some blessed damozel of uncertain age, comforting + ourselves with the reflection that he is “only a boy” and will outgrow it + all in good time. (There's another mem. for my legislative career—a + Bill for the Protection of Boys, and the Suppression of Old Maids Who + Don't Mean Anything By It.) + </p> + <p> + I don't mean, in saying all this, to reflect in any way upon the many + helpful friendships that exist between youngsters developing into manhood + and their elders among women who are not related to them. There have been + thousands of such friendships, no doubt, that have worked for the + upbuilding of character; for the inspiring in the unfolding consciousness + of what life means in the young boy's being of a deeper, more lasting, + respect for womanhood than would have been attained to under any other + circumstances, but that has been the result only when the woman has taken + care to maintain her own dignity always, and to regard her course as one + wherein she has accepted a degree of responsibility second only to a + mother's, and not a by-path leading merely to pleasure and for the idling + away of an unoccupied hour. Potential manhood is a difficult force to + handle, and none should embark upon the parlous enterprise of arousing it + without due regard for the consequences. We may not let loose a young lion + from its leash, and, when dire consequences follow, excuse ourselves on + the score that we thought the devastating feature was “only a cub.” + </p> + <p> + These things flashed across my mind as I sat in Goward's room watching the + poor youth in his nerve-distracting struggles, and, when I thought of the + tangible evidence in hand against Aunt Elizabeth, I must confess if I had + been juryman sitting in judgment of the case I should have convicted her + of kidnapping without leaving the box. To begin with, there was the case + of Ned Temple. I haven't quite been able to get away from the notion that + however short-sighted and gauche poor Mrs. Temple's performance was in + going over to the Talberts' to make a scene because of Aunt Elizabeth's + attentions to Temple, she thought she was justified in doing so, and + Elizabeth's entire innocence in the premises, in view of her record as a + man-snatcher, has not been proven to my satisfaction. Then there was that + Lyman Wilde business, which I never understood and haven't wanted to until + they tried to mix poor Lorraine up in it. Certain it is that Elizabeth and + Wilde were victims of an affair of the heart, but what Lorraine has had to + do with it I don't know, and I hope the whole matter will be dropped at + least until we have settled poor Peggy's affair. Then came Goward and this + complication, and through it all Elizabeth has had a weather-eye open for + Dr. Denbigh. A rather suggestive chain of evidence that, proving that + Elizabeth seems to regard all men as her own individual property. As Mrs. + Evarts says, she perks up even when Billie comes into the room—or + Mr. Talbert, either; and as for me—well, in the strictest + confidence, if Aunt Elizabeth hasn't tried to flirt even with me, then I + don't know what flirtation is, and there was a time—long before I + was married, of course—when I possessed certain well-developed gifts + in that line. I know this, that when I was first paying my addresses to + Maria, Aunt Elizabeth was staying at the Talberts' as usual, and Maria and + I had all we could do to get rid of her. She seemed to be possessed with + the idea that I came there every night to see her, and not a hint in the + whole category of polite intimations seemed capable of conveying any other + idea to her mind, although she showed at times that even a chance remark + fell upon heeding ears, for once when I observed that pink was my favorite + color, she blossomed out in it the next day and met me looking like a + peach-tree in full bloom, on Main Street as I walked from my office up + home. And while we are discussing other people's weaknesses I may as well + confess my own, and say that I was so pleased at this unexpected + revelation of interest in my tastes that when I called that evening I felt + vaguely disappointed to learn that Aunt Elizabeth was dining out—and + I was twenty-seven at the time, too, and loved Maria into the bargain! And + after the wedding, when we came to say good-bye, and I kissed Aunt + Elizabeth—I kissed everybody that day in the hurry to get away, even + the hired man at the door—and said, “Good-bye, Aunty,” she pouted + and said she didn't like the title “a little bit.” + </p> + <p> + Now, of course, I wouldn't have anybody think that I think Aunt Elizabeth + was ever in love with me, but I mention these things to show her general + attitude toward members of the so-called stronger sex. The chances are + that she does not realize what she is doing, and assumes this coy method + with the whole masculine contingent as a matter of thoughtless habit. What + she wants to be to man I couldn't for the life of me even guess—mother, + sister, daughter, or general manager. But that she does wish to grab every + male being in sight, and attach them to her train, is pretty evident to + me, and I have no doubt that this is what happened in poor Harry Goward's + case. She has a bright way of saying things, is unmistakably pretty, and + has an unhappy knack of making herself appear ten or fifteen years younger + than she is if she needs to. She is chameleonic as to age, and takes on + always something of the years of the particular man she is talking to. I + saw her talking to the dominie the other night, and a more + spiritual-looking bit of demure middle-aged piety you never saw in a + nunnery, and the very next day when she was conversing with young George + Harris, a Freshman at Yale, at the Barbers' reception, you'd have thought + she was herself a Vassar undergraduate. So there you are. With Goward she + had assumed that same youthful manner, and backed by all the power other + thirty-seven years of experience he was mere putty in her hands, and she + played with him and he lost, just as any other man, from St. Anthony down + to the boniest ossified man of to-day would have lost, and it wasn't until + he saw Peggy again and realized the difference between the real thing and + the spurious that he waked up. + </p> + <p> + With all these facts marshalled and flashing through my brain much more + rapidly than I can tell them, like the quick succession of pictures in the + cinematograph, I made up my mind to become Goward's friend in so far as + circumstances would permit. With Aunt Elizabeth out of the way it seemed + to me that we would find all plain sailing again, but how to get rid other + was the awful question. Poor Peggy could hardly be happy with such a + Richmond in the field, and nothing short of Elizabeth's engagement to some + other man would help matters any. She had been too long unmarried, anyhow. + Maiden aunthood is an unhappy estate, and grows worse with habit. If I + could only find Lyman Wilde and bring him back to her, or, perhaps, Dr. + Denbigh—that was the more immediate resource, and surely no + sacrifice should be too great for a family physician to make for the + welfare of his patients. Maria and I would invite Dr. Denbigh to dinner + and have Aunt Elizabeth as the only other guest. We could leave them alone + on some pretext or other after dinner, and leave the rest to fate—aided + and abetted by Elizabeth herself. + </p> + <p> + Meanwhile there was Goward still on my hands. + </p> + <p> + “Well, my boy,” I said, patting him kindly on the shoulder, “I hardly know + what to say to you about this thing. You've got yourself in the dickens of + a box, but I don't mind telling you I think your heart is in the right + place, and, whatever has happened, I don't believe you have intentionally + done wrong. Maybe at your age you do not realize that it is not safe to be + engaged to two people at the same time, especially when they belong to the + same family. Scientific heart-breakers, as a rule, take care that their + fiancees are not only not related, but live in different sections of the + country, and as I have no liking for preaching I shall not dwell further + upon the subject.” + </p> + <p> + “I think I realize my position keenly enough without putting you to the + trouble,” said Goward, gazing gloomily out of the window. + </p> + <p> + “What I will say, however,” said I, “is that I'll do all I can to help you + out of your trouble. As one son-in-law to another, eh?” + </p> + <p> + “You are very kind,” said he, gripping me by the hand. + </p> + <p> + “I will go to Mrs. Talbert—she is the best one to talk to—first, + and tell her just what you have told me, and it is just possible that she + can explain it to Peggy,” I went on. + </p> + <p> + “I—I think I could do that myself if I only had the chance,” he + said, ruefully. + </p> + <p> + “Well, then—I'll try to make the chance. I won't promise that I will + make it, because I can't answer for anybody but myself. Some day you will + find out that women are peculiar. But what I can do I will,” said I. “And, + furthermore, as the general attorney for the family I will cross-examine + Aunt Elizabeth—put her through the third degree, as it were, and try + to show her how foolish it is for her to make so serious a matter of a + trifling flirtation.” + </p> + <p> + “I wouldn't, if I were you,” said Goward, with a frown. “She needn't be + involved in the affair any more than she already is. She is not in the + least to blame.” + </p> + <p> + “Nevertheless,” said I, “she may be able to help us to an easy way out—” + </p> + <p> + “She can't,” said Goward, positively. + </p> + <p> + “Excuse me, Mr. Goward,” said I, chilling a trifle in my newly acquired + friendliness, “but is there any real reason why I should not question Miss + Talbert—” + </p> + <p> + “Oh no, none at all,” he hastened to reply. “Only I—I see no + particular object in vexing her further in a matter that must have already + annoyed her sufficiently. It is very good of you to take all this trouble + on my account, and I don't wish you to add further to your difficulties, + either,” he added. + </p> + <p> + I appreciated his consideration, with certain reservations. However, the + latter were not of such character as to make me doubt the advisability of + standing his friend, and when we parted a few minutes later I left him + with the intention of becoming his advocate with Peggy and her mother, and + at the same time of having it out with Aunt Elizabeth. + </p> + <p> + I was detained at my office by other matters, which our family troubles + had caused me to neglect, until supper-time, and then I returned to my own + home, expecting to have a little chat over the affair with Maria before + acquainting the rest of the family with my impressions of Goward and his + responsibility for our woe. Maria is always so full of good ideas, but at + half-past six she had not come in, and at six-forty-five she 'phoned me + that she was at her father's and would I not better go there for tea. In + the Talbert family a suggestion of that sort is the equivalent of a royal + command in Great Britain, and I at once proceeded to accept it. As I was + leaving the house, however, the thought flashed across my mind that in my + sympathy for Harry Goward I had neglected to ask him the question I had + sought him out to ask, “To whom was the letter addressed?” So I returned + to the 'phone, and ringing up the Eagle Hotel, inquired for Mr. Goward. + </p> + <p> + “Mr. Goward!” came the answer. + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” said I. “Mr. Henry Goward.” + </p> + <p> + “Mr. Goward left for New York on the 5.40 train this afternoon,” was the + reply. + </p> + <p> + The answer, so unexpected and unsettling to all my plans, stunned me first + and then angered me. + </p> + <p> + “Bah!” I cried, impatiently. “The little fool! An attack of cold feet, I + guess—he ought to spell his name with a C.” + </p> + <p> + I hung up the receiver with a cold chill, for frankly I hated to go to the + Talberts' with the news. Moreover, it would be a humiliating confession to + make that I had forgotten to ask Goward about the letter, when everybody + knew that that was what I had called upon him for, and when I thought of + all the various expressions in the very expressive Talbert eyes that would + fix themselves upon me as I mumbled out my confession, I would have given + much to be well out of it. Nevertheless, since there was no avoiding the + ordeal, I resolved to face the music, and five minutes later entered the + dining-room at my father-in-law's house with as stiff an upper lip as I + could summon to my aid in the brief time at my disposal. They were all + seated at the table already—supper is not a movable feast in that + well-regulated establishment—save Aunt Elizabeth. Her place was + vacant. + </p> + <p> + “Sorry to be late,” said I, after respectfully saluting my mother-in-law, + “but I couldn't help it. Things turned up at the last minute and they had + to be attended to. Where's Aunt Elizabeth?” + </p> + <p> + “She went to New York,” said my mother-in-law, “on the 5.40 train.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0007" id="link2H_4_0007"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + VII. THE MARRIED SON, by Henry James + </h2> + <p> + It's evidently a great thing in life to have got hold of a convenient + expression, and a sign of our inordinate habit of living by words. I have + sometimes flattered myself that I live less exclusively by them than the + people about me; paying with them, paying with them only, as the phrase is + (there I am at it, exactly, again!) rather less than my companions, who, + with the exception, perhaps, a little—sometimes!—of poor + Mother, succeed by their aid in keeping away from every truth, in ignoring + every reality, as comfortably as possible. Poor Mother, who is worth all + the rest of us put together, and is really worth two or three of poor + Father, deadly decent as I admit poor Father mainly to be, sometimes meets + me with a look, in some connection, suggesting that, deep within, she + dimly understands, and would really understand a little better if she + weren't afraid to: for, like all of us, she lives surrounded by the black + forest of the “facts of life” very much as the people in the heart of + Africa live in their dense wilderness of nocturnal terrors, the mysteries + and monstrosities that make them seal themselves up in the huts as soon as + it gets dark. She, quite exquisite little Mother, would often understand, + I believe, if she dared, if she knew how to dare; and the vague, dumb + interchange then taking place between us, and from the silence of which we + have never for an instant deviated, represents perhaps her wonder as to + whether I mayn't on some great occasion show her how. + </p> + <p> + The difficulty is that, alas, mere intelligent useless wretch as I am, + I've never hitherto been sure of knowing how myself; for am I too not as + steeped in fears as any of them? My fears, mostly, are different, and of + different dangers—also I hate having them, whereas they love them + and hug them to their hearts; but the fact remains that, save in this + private precinct of my overflow, which contains, under a strong little + brass lock, several bad words and many good resolutions, I have never + either said or done a bold thing in my life. What I seem always to feel, + doubtless cravenly enough, under her almost pathetic appeal, has been that + it isn't yet the occasion, the really good and right one, for breaking + out; than which nothing could more resemble of course the inveterate + argument of the helpless. ANY occasion is good enough for the helpful; + since there's never any that hasn't weak sides for their own strength to + make up. However, if there COULD be conceivably a good one, I'll be hanged + if I don't seem to see it gather now, and if I sha'n't write myself here + “poor” Charles Edward in all truth by failing to take advantage of it, + (They have in fact, I should note, one superiority of courage to my own: + this habit of their so constantly casting up my poverty at me—poverty + of character, of course I mean, for they don't, to do them justice, taunt + me with having “made” so little. They don't, I admit, take their lives in + their hands when they perform that act; the proposition itself being that + I haven't the spirit of a fished-out fly.) + </p> + <p> + My point is, at any rate, that I designate THEM as Poor only in the + abysmal confidence of these occult pages: into which I really believe even + my poor wife—for it's universal!—has never succeeded in + peeping. It will be a shock to me if I some day find she has so far + adventured—and this not on account of the curiosity felt or the + liberty taken, but on account of her having successfully disguised it. She + knows I keep an intermittent diary—I've confessed to her it's the + way in which I work things in general, my feelings and impatiences and + difficulties, off. It's the way I work off my nerves—that luxury in + which poor Charles Edward's natural narrow means—narrow so far as + ever acknowledged—don't permit him to indulge. No one for a moment + suspects I have any nerves, and least of all what they themselves do to + them; no one, that is, but poor little Mother again—who, however, + again, in her way, all timorously and tenderly, has never mentioned it: + any more than she has ever mentioned her own, which she would think quite + indecent. This is precisely one of the things that, while it passes + between us as a mute assurance, makes me feel myself more than the others + verily HER child: more even than poor little Peg at the present strained + juncture. + </p> + <p> + But what I was going to say above all is that I don't care that poor + Lorraine—since that's my wife's inimitable name, which I feel every + time I write it I must apologize even to myself for!—should quite + discover the moments at which, first and last, I've worked HER off. Yet + I've made no secret of my cultivating it as a resource that helps me to + hold out; this idea of our “holding out,” separately and together, having + become for us—and quite comically, as I see—the very basis of + life. What does it mean, and how and why and to what end are we holding? I + ask myself that even while I feel how much we achieve even by just hugging + each other over the general intensity of it. This is what I have in mind + as to our living to that extent by the vain phrase; as to our really from + time to time winding ourselves up by the use of it, and winding each + other. What should we do if we didn't hold out, and of what romantic, + dramatic, or simply perhaps quite prosaic, collapse would giving in, in + contradistinction, consist for us? We haven't in the least formulated that—though + it perhaps may but be one of the thousand things we are afraid of. + </p> + <p> + At any rate we don't, I think, ever so much as ask ourselves, and much + less each other: we're so quite sufficiently sustained and inflamed by the + sense that we're just doing it, and that in the sublime effort our union + is our strength. There must be something in it, for the more intense we + make the consciousness—and haven't we brought it to as fine a point + as our frequently triumphant partnership at bridge?—the more it + positively does support us. Poor Lorraine doesn't really at all need to + understand in order to believe; she believes that, failing our exquisite + and intimate combined effort of resistance, we should be capable together + of something—well, “desperate.” It's in fact in this beautiful + desperation that we spend our days, that we face the pretty grim prospect + of new ones, that we go and come and talk and pretend, that we consort, so + far as in our deep-dyed hypocrisy we do consort, with the rest of the + Family, that we have Sunday supper with the Parents and emerge, modestly + yet virtuously shining, from the ordeal; that we put in our daily + appearance at the Works—for a utility nowadays so vague that I'm + fully aware (Lorraine isn't so much) of the deep amusement I excite there, + though I also recognize how wonderfully, how quite charitably, they manage + not to break out with it: bless, for the most part, their dear simple + hearts! It is in this privately exalted way that we bear in short the + burden of our obloquy, our failure, our resignation, our sacrifice of what + we should have liked, even if it be a matter we scarce dare to so much as + name to each other; and above all of our insufferable reputation for an + abject meekness. We're really not meek a bit—we're secretly quite + ferocious; but we're held to be ashamed of ourselves not only for our + proved business incompetence, but for our lack of first-rate artistic + power as well: it being now definitely on record that we've never yet + designed a single type of ice-pitcher—since that's the damnable form + Father's production more and more runs to; his uncanny ideal is to turn + out more ice-pitchers than any firm in the world—that has “taken” + with their awful public. We've tried again and again to strike off + something hideous enough, but it has always in these cases appeared to us + quite beautiful compared to the object finally turned out, on their + improved lines, for the unspeakable market; so that we've only been able + to be publicly rueful and depressed about it, and to plead practically, in + extenuation of all the extra trouble we saddle them with, that such things + are, alas, the worst we can do. + </p> + <p> + We so far succeed in our plea that we're held at least to sit, as I say, + in contrition, and to understand how little, when it comes to a reckoning, + we really pay our way. This actually passes, I think for the main basis of + our humility, as it's certainly the basis of what I feel to be poor + Mother's unuttered yearning. It almost broke her heart that we SHOULD have + to live in such shame—she has only got so far as that yet. But it's + a beginning; and I seem to make out that if I don't spoil it by any wrong + word, if I don't in fact break the spell by any wrong breath, she'll + probably come on further. It will glimmer upon her—some day when she + looks at me in her uncomfortable bewildered tenderness, and I almost + hypnotize her by just smiling inscrutably back—that she isn't + getting all the moral benefit she somehow ought out of my being so + pathetically wrong; and then she'll begin to wonder and wonder, all to + herself, if there mayn't be something to be said for me. She has limped + along, in her more or less dissimulated pain, on this apparently firm + ground that I'm so wrong that nothing will do for either of us but a + sweet, solemn, tactful agreement between us never to mention it. It falls + in so richly with all the other things, all the “real” things, we never + mention. + </p> + <p> + Well, it's doubtless an odd fact to be setting down even here; but I SHALL + be sorry for her on the day when her glimmer, as I have called it, + broadens—when it breaks on her that if I'm as wrong as this comes + to, why the others must be actively and absolutely right. She has never + had to take it quite THAT way—so women, even mothers, wondrously get + on; and heaven help her, as I say, when she shall. She'll be immense—“tactfully” + immense, with Father about it—she'll manage that, for herself and + for him, all right; but where the iron will enter into her will be at the + thought of her having for so long given raison, as they say in Paris—or + as poor Lorraine at least says they say—to a couple like Maria and + Tom Price. It comes over her that she has taken it largely from THEM (and + she HAS) that we're living in immorality, Lorraine and I: ah THEN, poor + dear little Mother—! Upon my word I believe I'd go on lying low to + this positive pitch of grovelling—and Lorraine, charming, absurd + creature, would back me up in it too—in order precisely to save + Mother such a revulsion. It will be really more trouble than it will be + worth to her; since it isn't as if our relation weren't, of its kind, just + as we are, about as “dear” as it can be. + </p> + <p> + I'd literally much rather help her not to see than to see; I'd much rather + help her to get on with the others (yes, even including poor Father, the + fine damp plaster of whose composition, renewed from week to week, can't + be touched anywhere without letting your finger in, without peril of its + coming to pieces) in the way easiest for her—if not easiest TO her. + She couldn't live with the others an hour—no, not with one of them, + unless with poor little Peg—save by accepting all their premises, + save by making in other words all the concessions and having all the + imagination. I ask from her nothing of this—I do the whole thing + with her, as she has to do it with them; and of this, au fond, as Lorraine + again says, she is ever so subtly aware—just as, FOR it, she's ever + so dumbly grateful. Let these notes stand at any rate for my fond fancy of + that, and write it here to my credit in letters as big and black as the + tearful alphabet of my childhood; let them do this even if everything else + registers meaner things. I'm perfectly willing to recognize, as + grovellingly as any one likes, that, as grown-up and as married and as + preoccupied and as disillusioned, or at least as battered and seasoned (by + adversity) as possible, I'm in respect to HER as achingly filial and as + feelingly dependent, all the time, as when I used, in the far-off years, + to wake up, a small blubbering idiot, from frightening dreams, and refuse + to go to sleep again, in the dark, till I clutched her hands or her dress + and felt her bend over me. + </p> + <p> + She used to protect me then from domestic derision—for she somehow + kept such passages quiet; but she can't (it's where HER ache comes in!) + protect me now from a more insidious kind. Well, now I don't care! I feel + it in Maria and Tom, constantly, who offer themselves as the pattern of + success in comparison with which poor Lorraine and I are nowhere. I don't + say they do it with malice prepense, or that they plot against us to our + ruin; the thing operates rather as an extraordinary effect of their mere + successful blatancy. They're blatant, truly, in the superlative degree, + and I call them successfully so for just this reason, that poor Mother is + to all appearance perfectly unaware of it. Maria is the one member of all + her circle that has got her really, not only just ostensibly, into + training; and it's a part of the general irony of fate that neither she + nor my terrible sister herself recognizes the truth of this. The others, + even to poor Father, think they manage and manipulate her, and she can + afford to let them think it, ridiculously, since they don't come anywhere + near it. She knows they don't and is easy with them; playing over Father + in especial with finger-tips so lightly resting and yet so effectively + tickling, that he has never known at a given moment either where they were + or, in the least, what they were doing to him. That's enough for Mother, + who keeps by it the freedom other soul; yet whose fundamental humility + comes out in its being so hidden from her that her eldest daughter, to + whom she allows the benefit of every doubt, does damnably boss her. + </p> + <p> + This is the one case in which she's not lucid; and, to make it perfect, + Maria, whose humility is neither fundamental nor superficial, but whose + avidity is both, comfortably cherishes, as a ground of complaint—nurses + in fact, beatifically, as a wrong—the belief that she's the one + person without influence. Influence?—why she has so much on ME that + she absolutely coerces me into making here these dark and dreadful remarks + about her! Let my record establish, in this fashion, that if I'm a + clinging son I'm, in that quarter, to make up for it, a detached brother. + Deadly virtuous and deadly hard and deadly charmless—also, more than + anything, deadly sure I—how does Maria fit on, by consanguinity, to + such amiable characters, such REAL social values, as Mother and me at all? + If that question ceases to matter, sometimes, during the week, it flares + up, on the other hand, at Sunday supper, down the street, where Tom and + his wife, overwhelmingly cheerful and facetious, contrast so favorably + with poor gentle sickly (as we doubtless appear) Lorraine and me. We can't + meet them—that is I can't meet Tom—on that ground, the furious + football-field to which he reduces conversation, making it echo as with + the roar of the arena—one little bit. + </p> + <p> + Of course, with such deep diversity of feeling, we simply loathe each + other, he and I; but the sad thing is that we get no good of it, none of + the TRUE joy of life, the joy of our passions and perceptions and desires, + by reason of our awful predetermined geniality and the strange abysmal + necessity of our having so eternally to put up with each other. If we + could intermit that vain superstition somehow, for about three minutes, I + often think the air might clear (as by the scramble of the game of General + Post, or whatever they call it) and we should all get out of our wrong + corners and find ourselves in our right, glaring from these positions a + happy and natural defiance. Then I shouldn't be thus nominally and + pretendedly (it's too ignoble!) on the same side or in the same air as my + brother-in-law; whose value is that he has thirty “business ideas” a day, + while I shall never have had the thirtieth fraction of one in my whole + life. He just hums, Tom Price, with business ideas, whereas I just gape + with the impossibility of them; he moves in the densest we carry our heads + here on August evenings, each with its own thick nimbus of mosquitoes. I'm + but too conscious of how, on the other hand, I'm desolately outlined to + all eyes, in an air as pure and empty as that of a fine Polar sunset. + </p> + <p> + It was Lorraine, dear quaint thing, who some time ago made the remark (on + our leaving one of those weekly banquets at which we figure positively as + a pair of social skeletons) that Tom's facetae multiply, evidently, in + direct proportion to his wealth of business ideas; so that whenever he's + enormously funny we may take it that he's “on” something tremendous. He's + sprightly in proportion as he's in earnest, and innocent in proportion as + he's going to be dangerous; dangerous, I mean, to the competitor and the + victim. Indeed when I reflect that his jokes are probably each going to + cost certain people, wretched helpless people like myself, hundreds and + thousands of dollars, their abundant flow affects me as one of the most + lurid of exhibitions. I've sometimes rather wondered that Father can stand + so much of him. Father who has after all a sharp nerve or two in him, like + a razor gone astray in a valise of thick Jager underclothing; though of + course Maria, pulling with Tom shoulder to shoulder, would like to see any + one NOT stand her husband. + </p> + <p> + The explanation has struck me as, mostly, that business genial and + cheerful and even obstreperous, without detriment to its BEING business, + has been poor Father's ideal for his own terrible kind. This ideal is, + further, that his home-life shall attest that prosperity. I think it has + even been his conception that our family tone shall by its sweet innocence + fairly register the pace at which the Works keep ahead: so that he has the + pleasure of feeling us as funny and slangy here as people can only be who + have had the best of the bargains other people are having occasion to rue. + We of course don't know—that is Mother and Grandmamma don't, in any + definite way (any more than I do, thanks to my careful stupidity) how + exceeding small some of the material is consciously ground in the great + grim, thrifty mill of industrial success; and indeed we grow about as many + cheap illusions and easy comforts in the faintly fenced garden of our + little life as could very well be crammed into the space. + </p> + <p> + Poor Grandmamma—since I've mentioned her—appears to me always + the aged wan Flora of our paradise; the presiding divinity, seated in the + centre, under whose pious traditions, REALLY quite dim and outlived, our + fond sacrifices are offered. Queer enough the superstition that Granny is + a very solid and strenuous and rather grim person, with a capacity for + facing the world, that we, a relaxed generation, have weakly lost. She + knows as much about the world as a tin jelly-mould knows about the dinner, + and is the oddest mixture of brooding anxieties over things that don't in + the least matter and of bland failure to suspect things that intensely do. + She lives in short in a weird little waste of words—over the moral + earnestness we none of us cultivate; yet hasn't a notion of any effective + earnestness herself except on the subject of empty bottles, which have, it + would appear, noble neglected uses. At this time of day it doesn't matter, + but if there could have been dropped into her empty bottles, at an earlier + stage, something to strengthen a little any wine of life they were likely + to contain, she wouldn't have figured so as the head and front of all our + sentimentality. + </p> + <p> + I judge it, for that matter, a proof of our flat “modernity” in this order + that the scant starch holding her together is felt to give her among us + this antique and austere consistency. I don't talk things over with + Lorraine for nothing, and she does keep for me the flashes of perception + we neither of us waste on the others. It's the “antiquity of the age of + crinoline,” she said the other day a propos of a little carte-de-visite + photograph of my ancestress as a young woman of the time of the War; + looking as if she had been violently inflated from below, but had + succeeded in resisting at any cost, and with a strange intensity of + expression, from her waist up. Mother, however, I must say, is as + wonderful about her as about everything else, and arranges herself, + exactly, to appear a mere contemporary illustration (being all the while + three times the true picture) in order that her parent shall have the + importance of the Family Portrait. I don't mean of course that she has + told me so; but she cannot see that if she hasn't that importance Granny + has none other; and it's therefore as if she pretended she had a ruff, a + stomacher, a farthingale and all the rest—grand old angles and + eccentricities and fine absurdities: the hard white face, if necessary, of + one who has seen witches burned. + </p> + <p> + She hasn't any more than any one else among us a gleam of fine absurdity: + that's a product that seems unable, for the life of it, and though so + indispensable (say) for literary material, to grow here; but, exquisitely + determined she shall have Character lest she perish—while it's + assumed we still need her—Mother makes it up for her, with a turn of + the hand, out of bits left over from her own, far from economically as her + own was originally planned; scraps of spiritual silk and velvet that no + one takes notice of missing. And Granny, as in the dignity of her legend, + imposes, ridiculous old woman, on every one—Granny passes for one of + the finest old figures in the place, while Mother is never discovered. So + is history always written, and so is truth mostly worshipped. There's + indeed one thing, I'll do her the justice to say, as to which she has a + glimmer of vision—as to which she had it a couple of years ago; I + was thoroughly with her in her deprecation of the idea that Peggy should + be sent, to crown her culture, to that horrid co-educative college from + which the poor child returned the other day so preposterously engaged to + be married; and, if she had only been a little more actively with me we + might perhaps between us have done something about it. But she has a way + of deprecating with her long, knobby, mittened hand over her mouth, and of + looking at the same time, in a mysterious manner, down into one of the + angles of the room—it reduces her protest to a feebleness: she's + incapable of seeing in it herself more than a fraction of what it has for + her, and really thinks it would be wicked and abandoned, would savor of + Criticism, which is the cardinal sin with her, to see all, or to follow + any premise to it in the right direction. + </p> + <p> + Still, there was the happy chance, at the time the question came up, that + she had retained, on the subject of promiscuous colleges, the mistrust of + the age of crinoline: as to which in fact that little old photograph, with + its balloon petticoat and its astonishingly flat, stiff “torso,” might + have imaged some failure of the attempt to blow the heresy into her. The + true inwardness of the history, at the crisis, was that our fell Maria had + made up her mind that Peg should go—and that, as I have noted, the + thing our fell Maria makes up her mind to among us is in nine cases out of + ten the thing that is done. Maria still takes, in spite of her partial + removal to a wider sphere, the most insidious interest in us, and the + beauty of her affectionate concern for the welfare of her younger sisters + is the theme of every tongue. She observed to Lorraine, in a moment of + rare expansion, more than a year ago, that she had got their two futures + perfectly fixed, and that as Peggy appeared to have “some mind,” though + how much she wasn't yet sure, it should be developed, what there was of + it, on the highest modern lines: Peggy would never be thought generally, + that is physically, attractive anyway. She would see about Alice, the + brat, later on, though meantime she had her idea—the idea that Alice + was really going to have the looks and would at a given moment break out + into beauty: in which event she should be run for that, and for all it + might be worth, and she, Maria, would be ready to take the contract. + </p> + <p> + This is the kind of patronage of us that passes, I believe, among her more + particular intimates, for “so sweet” of her; it being of course Maria all + over to think herself subtle for just reversing, with a “There—see + how original I am?” any benighted conviction usually entertained. I don't + know that any one has ever thought Alice, the brat, intellectual; but + certainly no one has ever judged her even potentially handsome, in the + light of no matter which of those staggering girl-processes that suddenly + produce features, in flat faces, and “figure,” in the void of space, as a + conjurer pulls rabbits out of a sheet of paper and yards of ribbon out of + nothing. Moreover, if any one SHOULD know, Lorraine and I, with our + trained sense for form and for “values,” certainly would. However, it + doesn't matter; the whole thing being but a bit of Maria's system of + bluffing in order to boss. Peggy hasn't more than the brain, in proportion + to the rest of her, of a small swelling dove on a window-sill; but she's + extremely pretty and absolutely nice, a little rounded pink-billed + presence that pecks up gratefully any grain of appreciation. + </p> + <p> + I said to Mother, I remember, at the time—I took that plunge: “I + hope to goodness you're not going to pitch that defenceless child into any + such bear garden!” and she replied that to make a bear-garden you first + had to have bears, and she didn't suppose the co-educative young men could + be so described. “Well then,” said I, “would you rather I should call them + donkeys, or even monkeys? What I mean is that the poor girl—a + perfect little DECORATIVE person, who ought to have iridescent-gray + plumage and pink-shod feet to match the rest of her—shouldn't be + thrust into any general menagerie-cage, but be kept for the dovecote and + the garden, kept where we may still hear her coo. That's what, at college, + they'll make her unlearn; she'll learn to roar and snarl with the other + animals. Think of the vocal sounds with which she may come back to us!” + Mother appeared to think, but asked me, after a moment, as a result of it, + in which of the cages of the New York Art League menagerie, and among what + sort of sounds, I had found Lorraine—who was a product of + co-education if there ever had been one, just as our marriage itself had + been such a product. + </p> + <p> + I replied to this—well, what I could easily reply; but I asked, I + recollect, in the very forefront, if she were sending Peg to college to + get married. She declared it was the last thing she was in a hurry about, + and that she believed there was no danger, but her great argument let the + cat out of the bag. “Maria feels the want of it—of a college + education; she feels it would have given her more confidence”; and I shall + in fact never forget the little look of strange supplication that she gave + me with these words. What it meant was: “Now don't ask me to go into the + question, for the moment, any further: it's in the acute stage—and + you know how soon Maria can BRING a question to a head. She has settled it + with your Father—in other words has settled it FOR him: settled it + in the sense that we didn't give HER, at the right time, the advantage she + ought to have had. It would have given her confidence—from the want + of which, acquired at that age, she feels she so suffers; and your Father + thinks it fine of her to urge that her little sister shall profit by her + warning. Nothing works on him, you know, so much as to hear it hinted that + we've failed of our duty to any of you; and you can see how it must work + when he can be persuaded that Maria—!” + </p> + <p> + “Hasn't colossal cheek?”—I took the words out of her mouth. “With + such colossal cheek what NEED have you of confidence, which is such an + inferior form—?” + </p> + <p> + The long and short was of course that Peggy went; believing on her side, + poor dear, that it might for future relations give her the pull of Maria. + This represents, really, I think, the one spark of guile in Peggy's + breast: the smart of a small grievance suffered at her sister's hands in + the dim long-ago. Maria slapped her face, or ate up her chocolates, or + smeared her copy-book, or something of that sort; and the sound of the + slap still reverberates in Peg's consciousness, the missed sweetness still + haunts her palate, the smutch of the fair page (Peg writes an immaculate + little hand and Maria a wretched one—the only thing she can't + swagger about) still affronts her sight. Maria also, to do her justice, + has a vague hankering, under which she has always been restive, to make up + for the outrage; and the form the compunction now takes is to get her + away. It's one of the facts of our situation all round, I may thus add, + that every one wants to get some one else away, and that there are indeed + one or two of us upon whom, to that end, could the conspiracy only be + occult enough—which it can never!—all the rest would + effectively concentrate. + </p> + <p> + Father would like to shunt Granny—it IS monstrous his having his + mother-in-law a fixture under his roof; though, after all, I'm not sure + this patience doesn't rank for him as one of those domestic genialities + that allow his conscience a bolder and tighter business hand; a curious + service, this sort of thing, I note, rendered to the business conscience + throughout our community. Mother, at any rate, and small blame to her, + would like to “shoo” off Eliza, as Lorraine and I, in our deepest privacy, + call Aunt Elizabeth; the Tom Prices would like to extirpate US, of course; + we would give our most immediate jewel to clear the sky of the Tom Prices; + und so weiter. And I think we should really all band together, for once in + our lives, in an unnatural alliance to get rid of Eliza. The beauty as to + THIS is, moreover, that I make out the rich if dim, dawn of that + last-named possibility (which I've been secretly invoking, all this year, + for poor Mother's sake); and as the act of mine own right hand, moreover, + without other human help. But of that anon; the IMMEDIATELY striking thing + being meanwhile again the strange stultification of the passions in us, + which prevents anything ever from coming to an admitted and avowed head. + </p> + <p> + Maria can be trusted, as I have said, to bring on the small crisis, every + time; but she's as afraid as any one else of the great one, and she's + moreover, I write it with rapture, afraid of Eliza. Eliza is the one + person in our whole community she does fear—and for reasons I + perfectly grasp; to which moreover, this extraordinary oddity attaches, + that I positively feel I don't fear Eliza in the least (and in fact + promise myself before long to show it) and yet don't at all avail by that + show of my indifference to danger to inspire my sister with the least + terror in respect to myself. It's very funny, the DEGREE of her dread of + Eliza, who affects her, evidently, as a person of lurid “worldly” + possibilities—the one innocent light in which poor Maria wears for + me what Lorraine calls a weird pathos; and perhaps, after all, on the day + I shall have justified my futile passage across this agitated scene, and + my questionable utility here below every way, by converting our aunt's + lively presence into a lively absence, it may come over her that I AM to + be recognized. I in fact dream at times, with high intensity, that I see + the Prices some day quite turn pale as they look at each other and find + themselves taking me in. + </p> + <p> + I've made up my mind at any rate that poor Mother shall within the year be + relieved in one way or another of her constant liability to her + sister-in-law's visitations. It isn't to be endured that her house should + be so little her own house as I've known Granny and Eliza, between them, + though after a different fashion, succeed in making it appear; and yet the + action to take will, I perfectly see, never by any possibility come from + poor Father. He accepts his sister's perpetual re-arrivals, under the law + of her own convenience, with a broad-backed serenity which I find + distinctly irritating (if I may use the impious expression) and which + makes me ask myself how he sees poor Mother's “position” at all. The truth + is poor Father never does “see” anything of that sort, in the sense of + conceiving it in its relations; he doesn't know, I guess, but what the + prowling Eliza HAS a position (since this is a superstition that I observe + even my acute little Lorraine can't quite shake off). He takes refuge + about it, as about everything, truly, in the cheerful vagueness of that + general consciousness on which I have already touched: he likes to come + home from the Works every day to see how good he really is, after all—and + it's what poor Mother thus has to demonstrate for him by translating his + benevolence, translating it to himself and to others, into “housekeeping.” + If he were only good to HER he mightn't be good enough; but the more we + pig together round about him the more blandly patriarchal we make him + feel. + </p> + <p> + Eliza meanwhile, at any rate, is spoiling for a dose—if ever a woman + required one; and I seem already to feel in the air the gathering elements + of the occasion that awaits me for administering it. All of which it is a + comfort somehow to maunder away on here. As I read over what I have + written the aspects of our situation multiply so in fact that I note again + how one has only to look at any human thing very straight (that is with + the minimum of intelligence) to see it shine out in as many aspects as the + hues of the prism; or place itself, in other words, in relations that + positively stop nowhere. I've often thought I should like some day to + write a novel; but what would become of me in that case—delivered + over, I mean, before my subject, to my extravagant sense that everything + is a part of something else? When you paint a picture with a brush and + pigments, that is on a single plane, it can stop at your gilt frame; but + when you paint one with a pen and words, that is in ALL the dimensions, + how are you to stop? Of course, as Lorraine says, “Stopping, that's art; + and what are we artists like, my dear, but those drivers of trolley-cars, + in New York, who, by some divine instinct, recognize in the forest of + pillars and posts the white-striped columns at which they may pull up? + Yes, we're drivers of trolley-cars charged with electric force and + prepared to go any distance from which the consideration of a probable + smash ahead doesn't deter us.” + </p> + <p> + That consideration deters me doubtless even a little here—in spite + of my seeing the track, to the next bend, so temptingly clear. I should + like to note for instance, for my own satisfaction (though no fellow, + thank God, was ever less a prey to the ignoble fear of inconsistency) that + poor Mother's impugnment of my acquisition of Lorraine didn't in the least + disconcert me. I did pick Lorraine—then a little bleating stray lamb + collared with a blue ribbon and a tinkling silver bell—out of our + New York bear-garden; but it interests me awfully to recognize that, + whereas the kind of association is one I hate for my small Philistine + sister, who probably has the makings of a nice, dull, dressed, amiable, + insignificant woman, I recognize it perfectly as Lorraine's native element + and my own; or at least don't at all mind her having been dipped in it. It + has tempered and plated us for the rest of life, and to an effect + different enough from the awful metallic wash of our Company's admired + ice-pitchers. We artists are at the best children of despair—a + certain divine despair, as Lorraine naturally says; and what jollier place + for laying it in abundantly than the Art League? As for Peg, however, I + won't hear of her having anything to do with this; she shall despair of + nothing worse than the “hang” of her skirt or the moderation other hat—and + not often, if I can help her, even of those. + </p> +<div class="fig" style="width:50%;"> <img src="images/{0191}.jpg" alt="{0191}" width="100%" /><br /> </div> <h5> <a href="images/{0191}.jpg"> <img src="images/enlarge.jpg" alt="" /> </a> </h5> + + <p> + That small vow I'm glad to register here: it helps somehow, at the + juncture I seem to feel rapidly approaching, to do the indispensable thing + Lorraine is always talking about—to define my position. She's always + insisting that we've never sufficiently defined it—as if I've ever + for a moment pretended we have! We've REfined it, to the last intensity—and + of course, now, shall have to do so still more; which will leave them all + even more bewildered than the boldest definition would have done. But + that's quite a different thing. The furthest we have gone in the way of + definition—unless indeed this too belongs but to our invincible + tendency to refine—is by the happy rule we've made that Lorraine + shall walk with me every morning to the Works, and I shall find her there + when I come out to walk home with me. I see, on reading over, that this is + what I meant by “our” in speaking above of our little daily heroism in + that direction. The heroism is easier, and becomes quite sweet, I find, + when she comes so far on the way with me and when we linger outside for a + little more last talk before I go in. + </p> + <p> + It's the drollest thing in the world, and really the most precious note of + the mystic influence known in the place as “the force of public opinion”—which + is in other words but the incubus of small domestic conformity; I really + believe there's nothing we do, or don't do, that excites in the bosom of + our circle a subtler sense that we're “au fond” uncanny. And it's amusing + to think that this is our sole tiny touch of independence! That she should + come forth with me at those hours, that she should hang about with me, and + that we should have last (and, when she meets me again, first) small sweet + things to say to each other, as if we were figures in a chromo or a + tableau vwant keeping our tryst at a stile—no, this, quite + inexplicably, transcends their scheme and baffles their imagination. They + can't conceive how or why Lorraine gets out, or should wish to, at such + hours; there's a feeling that she must violate every domestic duty to do + it; yes, at bottom, really, the act wears for them, I discern, an + insidious immorality, and it wouldn't take much to bring “public opinion” + down on us in some scandalized way. + </p> + <p> + The funniest thing of all, moreover, is that that effect resides largely + in our being husband and wife—it would be absent, wholly, if we were + engaged or lovers; a publicly parading gentleman friend and lady friend. + What is it we CAN have to say to each other, in that exclusive manner, so + particularly, so frequently, so flagrantly, and as if we hadn't chances + enough at home? I see it's a thing Mother might accidentally do with + Father, or Maria with Tom Price; but I can imagine the shouts of hilarity, + the resounding public comedy, with which Tom and Maria would separate; and + also how scantly poor little Mother would permit herself with poor big + Father any appearance of a grave leave-taking. I've quite expected her—yes, + literally poor little Mother herself—to ask me, a bit anxiously, any + time these six months, what it is that at such extraordinary moments + passes between us. So much, at any rate, for the truth of this cluster of + documentary impressions, to which there may some day attach the value as + of a direct contemporary record of strange and remote things, so much I + here super-add; and verily with regret, as well, on behalf of my picture, + for two or three other touches from which I must forbear. + </p> + <p> + There has lately turned up, on our scene, one person with whom, doors and + windows closed, curtains drawn, secrecy sworn, the whole town asleep and + something amber-colored a-brewing—there has recently joined us one + person, I say, with whom we might really pass the time of day, to whom we + might, after due deliberation, tip the wink. I allude to the Parents' new + neighbor, the odd fellow Temple, who, for reasons mysterious and which his + ostensible undertaking of the native newspaper don't at all make + plausible, has elected, as they say, fondly to sojourn among us. A + journalist, a rolling stone, a man who has seen other life, how can one + not suspect him of some deeper game than he avows—some such + studious, surreptitious, “sociological” intent as alone, it would seem, + could sustain him through the practice of leaning on his fence at eventide + to converse for long periods with poor Father? Poor Father indeed, if a + real remorseless sociologist were once to get well hold of him! Lorraine + freely maintains that there's more in the Temples than meets the eye; that + they're up to something, at least that HE is, that he kind of feels us in + the air, just as we feel him, and that he would sort of reach out to us, + by the same token, if we would in any way give the first sign. This, + however, Lorraine contends, his wife won't let him do; his wife, according + to mine, is quite a different proposition (much more REALLY hatted and + gloved, she notes, than any one here, even than the belted and trinketed + Eliza) and with a conviction of her own as to what their stay is going to + amount to. On the basis of Lorraine's similar conviction about ours it + would seem then that we ought to meet for an esoteric revel; yet somehow + it doesn't come off. Sometimes I think I'm quite wrong and that he can't + really be a child of light: we should in this case either have seen him + collapse or have discovered what inwardly sustains him. We ARE ourselves + inwardly collapsing—there's no doubt of that: in spite of the + central fires, as Lorraine says somebody in Boston used to say somebody + said, from which we're fed. From what central fires is Temple nourished? I + give it up; for, on the point, again and again, of desperately stopping + him in the street to ask him, I recoil as often in terror. He may be only + plotting to MAKE me do it—so that he may give me away in his paper! + </p> + <p> + “Remember, he's a mere little frisking prize ass; stick to that, cling to + it, make it your answer to everything: it's all you now know and all you + need to know, and you'll be as firm on it as on a rock!” This is what I + said to poor Peg, on the subject of Harry Goward, before I started, in the + glorious impulse of the moment, five nights ago, for New York; and, with + no moment now to spare, yet wishing not to lose my small silver clue, I + just put it here for one of the white pebbles, or whatever they were, that + Hop o' my Thumb, carried off to the forest, dropped, as he went, to know + his way back. I was carried off the other evening in a whirlwind, which + has not even yet quite gone down, though I am now at home and recovering + my breath; and it will interest me vividly, when I have more freedom of + mind, to live over again these strange, these wild successions. But a few + rude notes, and only of the first few hours of my adventure, must for the + present suffice. The mot, of the whole thing, as Lorraine calls it, was + that at last, in a flash, we recognized what we had so long been wondering + about—what supreme advantage we've been, all this latter time in + particular, “holding out” for. + </p> + <p> + Lorraine had put it once again in her happy way only a few weeks previous; + we were “saving up,” she said—and not meaning at all our poor scant + dollars and cents, though we've also kept hold of some of THEM—for + an exercise of strength and a show of character that would make us of a + sudden some unmistakable sign. We should just meet it rounding a corner as + with the rush of an automobile—a chariot of fire that would stop but + long enough to take us in, when we should know it immediately for the + vehicle of our fate. That conviction had somehow been with us, and I had + really heard our hour begin to strike on Peg's coming back to us from her + co-educative adventure so preposterously “engaged.” I didn't believe in + it, in such a manner of becoming so, one little bit, and I took on myself + to hate the same; though that indeed seemed the last thing to trouble any + one else. Her turning up in such a fashion with the whole thing settled + before Father or Mother or Maria or any of us had so much as heard of the + young man, much less seen the tip of his nose, had too much in common, for + my taste, with the rude betrothals of the people, with some maid-servant's + announcement to her employer that she has exchanged vows with the + butcher-boy. + </p> + <p> + I was indignant, quite artlessly indignant I fear, with the college + authorities, barbarously irresponsible, as it struck me; for when I broke + out about them to poor Mother she surprised me (though I confess she had + sometimes surprised me before), by her deep fatalism. “Oh, I suppose they + don't pretend not to take their students at the young people's own risk: + they can scarcely pretend to control their affections!” she wonderfully + said; she seemed almost shocked, moreover, that I could impute either to + Father or to herself any disposition to control Peggy's. It was one of the + few occasions of my life on which I've suffered irritation from poor + Mother; and yet I'm now not sure, after all, that she wasn't again but at + her old game (even then, for she has certainly been so since) of + protecting poor Father, by feigning a like flaccidity, from the full + appearance, not to say the full dishonor, of his failure ever to meet a + domestic responsibility. It came over me that there would be absolutely + nobody to meet this one, and my own peculiar chance glimmered upon me + therefore on the spot. I can't retrace steps and stages; suffice it that + my opportunity developed and broadened, to my watching eyes, with each + precipitated consequence of the wretched youth's arrival. + </p> + <p> + He proved, without delay, an infant in arms; an infant, either, according + to circumstances, crowing and kicking and clamoring for sustenance, or + wailing and choking and refusing even the bottle, to the point even, as + I've just seen in New York, of imminent convulsions. The “arms” most + appropriate to his case suddenly announced themselves, in fine, to our + general consternation, as Eliza's: but it was at this unnatural vision + that my heart indeed leaped up. I was beforehand even with Lorraine; she + was still gaping while, in three bold strokes, I sketched to her our + campaign. “I take command—the others are flat on their backs. I save + little pathetic Peg, even in spite of herself; though her just resentment + is really much greater than she dares, poor mite, recognize (amazing + scruple!). By which I mean I guard her against a possible relapse. I save + poor Mother—that is I rid her of the deadly Eliza—forever and + a day! Despised, rejected, misunderstood, I nevertheless intervene, in its + hour of dire need, as the good genius of the family; and you, dear little + quaint thing, I take advantage of the precious psychological moment to + whisk YOU off to Europe. We'll take Peg with us for a year's true culture; + she wants a year's true culture pretty badly, but she doesn't, as it turns + out, want Mr. Goward a 'speck.' And I'll do it all in my own way, before + they can recover breath; they'll recover it—if we but give them time—to + bless our name; but by that moment we shall have struck for freedom!” + </p> + <p> + Well, then, my own way—it was “given me,” as Lorraine says—was, + taking the night express, without a word to any one but Peg, whom it was + charming, at the supreme hour, to feel glimmeringly, all-wonderingly, with + us: my own way, I say, was to go, the next morning, as soon as I had + breakfasted, to the address Lorraine had been able, by an immense piece of + luck, to suggest to me as a possible clue to Eliza's whereabouts. “She'll + either be with her friends the Chataways, in East Seventy-third Street—she's + always swaggering about the Chataways, who by her account are tremendous + 'smarts,' as she has told Lorraine the right term is in London, leading a + life that is a burden to them without her; or else they'll know where she + is. That's at least what I HOPE!” said my wife with infinite feminine + subtlety. The Chataways as a subject of swagger presented themselves, even + to my rustic vision, oddly; I may be mistaken about New York “values,” but + the grandeur of this connection was brought home to me neither by the high + lopsided stoop of its very, very East Side setting, nor by the appearance + of a terrible massive lady who came to the door while I was in quite + unproductive parley with an unmistakably, a hopelessly mystified menial, + an outlandish young woman with a face of dark despair and an intelligence + closed to any mere indigenous appeal. I was to learn later in the day that + she's a Macedonian Christian whom the Chataways harbor against the cruel + Turk in return for domestic service; a romantic item that Eliza named to + me in rueful correction of the absence of several indeed that are + apparently prosaic enough. + </p> + <p> + The powder on the massive lady's face indeed transcended, I rather + thought, the bounds of prose, did much to refer her to the realm of + fantasy, some fairy-land forlorn; an effect the more marked as the wrapper + she appeared hastily to have caught up, and which was somehow both + voluminous and tense (flowing like a cataract in some places, yet in + others exposing, or at least denning, the ample bed of the stream) + reminded me of the big cloth spread in a room when any mess is to be made. + She apologized when I said I had come to inquire for Miss Talbert—mentioned + (with play of a wonderfully fine fat hand) that she herself was “just + being manicured in the parlor”; but was evidently surprised at my asking + about Eliza, which plunged her into the question—it suffused her + extravagant blondness with a troubled light, struggling there like a + sunrise over snow—of whether she had better, confessing to + ignorance, relieve her curiosity or, pretending to knowledge, baffle mine. + But mine of course carried the day, for mine showed it could wait, while + hers couldn't; the final superiority of women to men being in fact, I + think, that we are more PATIENTLY curious. + </p> + <p> + “Why, is she in the city?” + </p> + <p> + “If she isn't, dear madam,” I replied, “she ought to be. She left + Eastridge last evening for parts unknown, and should have got here by + midnight.” Oh, how glad I was to let them both in as far as I possibly + could! And clearly now I had let Mrs. Chataway, if such she was, in very + far indeed. + </p> + <p> + She stared, but then airily considered. “Oh, well—I guess she's + somewheres.” + </p> + <p> + “I guess she is!” I replied. + </p> + <p> + “She hasn't got here yet—she has so many friends in the city. But + she always wants US, and when she does come—!” With which my friend, + now so far relieved and agreeably smiling, rubbed together conspicuously + the pair of plump subjects of her “cure.” + </p> + <p> + “You feel then,” I inquired, “that she will come?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, I guess she'll be round this afternoon. We wouldn't forgive her—!” + </p> + <p> + “Ah, I'm afraid we MUST forgive her!” I was careful to declare. “But I'll + come back on the chance.” + </p> + <p> + “Any message then?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, please say her nephew from Eastridge—!” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, her nephew—!” + </p> + <p> + “Her nephew. She'll understand. I'll come back,” I repeated. “But I've got + to find her!” + </p> + <p> + And, as in the fever of my need, I turned and sped away. + </p> + <p> + I roamed, I quite careered about, in those uptown streets, but + instinctively and confidently westward. I felt, I don't know why, + miraculously sure of some favoring chance and as if I were floating in the + current of success. I was on the way to our reward, I was positively on + the way to Paris, and New York itself, vast and glittering and roaring, + much noisier even than the Works at their noisiest, but with its old rich + thrill of the Art League days again in the air, was already almost Paris + for me—so that when I at last fidgeted into the Park, where you get + so beautifully away from the town, it was surely the next thing to Europe, + and in fact HAD to be, since it's the very antithesis of Eastridge. I + regularly revelled in that sense that Eliza couldn't have done a better + thing for us than just not be, that morning, where it was supremely + advisable she should have been. If she had had two grains of sense she + would have put in an appearance at the Chataways' with the lark, or at + least with the manicure, who seems there almost as early stirring. Or + rather, really, she would have reported herself as soon as their train, + that of the “guilty couple,” got in; no matter how late in the evening. It + was at any rate actually uplifting to realize that I had got thus, in + three minutes, the pull of her in regard to her great New York friends. My + eye, as Lorraine says, how she HAS, on all this ground of those people, + been piling it on! If Maria, who has so bowed her head, gets any such + glimpse of what her aunt has been making her bow it to—well, I think + I shall then entertain something of the human pity for Eliza, that I found + myself, while I walked about, fairly entertaining for my sister. + </p> + <p> + What were they, what ARE they, the Chataways, anyhow? I don't even yet + know, I confess; but now I don't want to—I don't care a hang, having + no further use for them whatever. But on one of the Park benches, in the + golden morning, the wonderment added, I remember, to my joy, for we + hadn't, Lorraine and I, been the least bit overwhelmed about them: + Lorraine only pretending a little, with her charming elfish art, that she + occasionally was, in order to see how far Eliza would go. Well, that + brilliant woman HAD gone pretty far for us, truly, if, after all, they + were only in the manicure line. She was a-doing of it, as Lorraine says, + my massive lady was, in the “parlor” where I don't suppose it's usually + done; and aren't there such places, precisely, AS Manicure Parlors, where + they do nothing else, or at least are supposed to? Oh, I do hope, for the + perfection of it, that this may be what Eliza has kept from us! Otherwise, + by all the gods, it's just a boarding-house: there was exactly the smell + in the hall, THE boarding-house smell, that pervaded my old greasy haunt + of the League days: that boiled atmosphere that seems to belong at once, + confusedly, to a domestic “wash” and to inferior food—as if the + former were perhaps being prepared in the saucepan and the latter in the + tubs. + </p> + <p> + There also came back to me, I recollect, that note of Mrs. Chataway's + queer look at me on my saying I was Eliza's nephew—the droll effect + of her making on her side a discovery about ME. Yes, she made it, and as + against me, of course, against all of us, at sight of me; so that if Eliza + has bragged at Eastridge about New York, she has at least bragged in New + York about Eastridge. I didn't clearly, for Mrs. Chataway, come up to the + brag—or perhaps rather didn't come down to it: since I dare say the + poor lady's consternation meant simply that my aunt has confessed to me + but as an unconsidered trifle, a gifted child at the most; or as young and + handsome and dashing at the most, and not as—well, as what I am. + Whatever I am, in any case, and however awkward a document as nephew to a + girlish aunt, I believe I really tasted of the joy of life in its highest + intensity when, at the end of twenty minutes of the Park, I suddenly saw + my absurd presentiment of a miracle justified. + </p> + <p> + I could of course scarce believe my eyes when, at the turn of a quiet + alley, pulling up to gape, I recognized in a young man brooding on a bench + ten yards off the precious personality of Harry Goward! There he + languished alone, our feebler fugitive, handed over to me by a mysterious + fate and a well-nigh incredible hazard. There is certainly but one place + in all New York where the stricken deer may weep—or even, for that + matter, the hart ungalled play; the wonder of my coincidence shrank a + little, that is, before the fact that when young ardor or young despair + wishes to commune with immensity it can ONLY do so either in a hall + bedroom or in just this corner, practically, where I pounced on my prey. + To sit down, in short, you've GOT to sit there; there isn't another square + inch of the whole place over which you haven't got, as everything shrieks + at you, to step lively. Poor Goward, I could see at a glance, wanted very + much to sit down—looked indeed very much as if he wanted never, + NEVER again to get up. + </p> + <p> + I hovered there—I couldn't help it, a bit gloatingly—before I + pounced; and yet even when he became aware of me, as he did in a minute, + he didn't shift his position by an inch, but only took me and my dreadful + meaning, with his wan stare, as a part of the strange burden of his fate. + He didn't seem even surprised to speak of; he had waked up—premising + his brief, bewildered delirium—to the sense that something NATURAL + must happen, and even to the fond hope that something natural WOULD; and I + was simply the form in which it was happening. I came nearer, I stood + before him; and he kept up at me the oddest stare—which was plainly + but the dumb yearning that I would explain, explain! He wanted everything + told him—but every single thing; as if, after a tremendous fall, or + some wild parabola through the air, the effect of a violent explosion + under his feet, he had landed at a vast distance from his starting-point + and required to know where he was. Well, the charming thing was that this + affected me as giving the very sharpest point to the idea that, in asking + myself how I should deal with him, I had already so vividly entertained. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0008" id="link2H_4_0008"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + VIII. THE MARRIED DAUGHTER, By Elizabeth Stuart Phelps + </h2> + <p> + We start in life with the most preposterous of all human claims—that + one should be understood. We get bravely over that after awhile; but not + until the idea has been knocked out of us by the hardest. I used to worry + a good deal, myself, because nobody—distinctly not one person—in + our family understood me; that is, me in my relation to themselves; + nothing else, of course, mattered so much. But that was before I was + married. I think it was because Tom understood me from the very first + eye-beam, that I loved him enough to marry him and learn to understand + HIM. I always knew in my heart that he had the advantage of me in that + beautiful art: I suppose one might call it the soul-art. At all events, it + has been of the least possible consequence to me since I had Tom, whether + any one else in the world understood me or not. + </p> + <p> + I suppose—in fact, I know—that it is this unfortunate affair + of Peggy's which has brought up all that old soreness to the surface of + me. + </p> + <p> + Nobody knows better than I that I have not been a popular member of this + family. But nobody knows as well as I how hard I have tried to do my + conscientious best by the whole of them, collectively and individually + considered. An older sister, if she have any consciousness of + responsibility at all, is, to my mind, not in an easy position. Her extra + years give her an extra sense. One might call it a sixth sense of family + anxiety which the younger children cannot share. She has, in a way, the + intelligence and forethought of a mother without a mother's authority or + privilege. + </p> + <p> + When father had that typhoid and could not sleep—dear father! in his + normal condition he sleeps like a bag of corn-meal—who was there in + all the house to keep those boys quiet? Nobody but me. When they organized + a military company in our back yard directly under father's windows—two + drums, a fish-horn, a jews-harp, a fife, and three tin pans—was + there anybody but me to put a stop to it? It was on this occasion that the + pet name Moolymaria, afterward corrupted into Messymaria, and finally + evolved into Meddlymaria, became attached to me. To this day I do not like + to think how many cries I had over it. Then when Charles Edward got into + debt and nobody dared to tell father; and when Billy had the measles and + there wasn't a throat in the house to read to him four hours a day except + my unpopular throat; and when Charles Edward had that quarrel over a girl + with a squash-colored dress and cerise hair-ribbons; or when Alice fell in + love with an automobile, the chauffeur being incidentally thrown in, and + took to riding around the country with him—who put a stop to it? Who + was the only person in the family that COULD put a stop to it? + </p> + <p> + Then again—but what's the use? My very temperament I can see now (I + didn't see it when I lived at home) is in itself an unpopular one in a + family like ours. I forecast, I foresee, I provide, I plan—it is my + “natur' to.” I can't go sprawling through life. I must know where I am to + set my foot. Dear mother has no more sense of anxiety than a rice pudding, + and father is as cool as one of his own ice-pitchers. We all know what + Charles Edward is, and I didn't count grandmother and Aunt Elizabeth. + </p> + <p> + There has been my blunder. I ought to have counted Aunt Elizabeth. I ought + to have fathomed her. It never occurred to me that she was deep enough to + drop a plummet in. I, the burden-bearer, the caretaker, the worrier; I, + who am opprobriously called “the manager” in this family—I have + failed them at this critical point in their household history. I did not + foresee, I did not forecast, I did not worry, I did not manage. It did not + occur to me to manage after we had got Peggy safely graduated and engaged, + and now this dreadful thing has gaped beneath us like the fissures at San + Francisco or Kingston, and poor little Peggy has tumbled into it. A + teacupful of “management” might have prevented it; an ounce of worry would + have saved it all. I lacked that teacupful; I missed that ounce. The + veriest popular optimist could have done no worse. I am smothered with my + own stupidity. I have borne this humiliating condition of things as long + as I can. I propose to go over to that house and take the helm in this + emergency. I don't care whether I am popular or unpopular for it. But + something has got to be done for Peggy, and I am going to do it. + </p> + <p> + I have been over and I have done it. I have taken the “management” of the + whole thing—not even discouraged by this unfortunate word. I own I + am rather raw to it. But the time has come when, though I bled beneath it, + I must act as if I didn't. At all events I must ACT.... I have acted. I am + going to New York by the early morning express—the 7.20. I would go + to-night-in fact, I really ought to go to-night. But Tom has a supper “on” + with some visitors to the Works. He won't be home till late, and I can't + go without seeing Tom. It would hurt his feelings, and that is a thing no + wife ought to do, and my kind of wife can't do. + </p> + <p> + I found the house in its usual gelatinous condition. There wasn't a + back-bone in it, scarcely an ankle-joint to stand upon: plenty of crying, + but no thinking; a mush of talk, but no decision. To cap the situation, + Charles Edward has gone on to New York with a preposterous conviction that + HE can clear it up.... CHARLES EDWARD! If there is a living member of the + household—But never mind that. This circumstance was enough for me, + that's all. It brought out all the determination in me, all the manager, + if you choose to put it so. + </p> + <p> + I shall go to New York myself and take the whole thing in hand. If I + needed anything to padlock my purpose those dozen words with Peggy would + have turned the key upon it. When I found that she wasn't crying; when I + got face to face with that soft, fine excitement in the eyes which a girl + wears when she has a love-affair, not stagnant, but in action—I + concluded at once that Peggy had her reservations and was keeping + something from me. On pretence of wanting a doughnut I got her into the + pantry and shut both doors. + </p> + <p> + “Peggy,” I said, “what has Charles Edward gone to New York for? Do you + know?” + </p> +<div class="fig" style="width:50%;"> <img src="images/{0215}.jpg" alt="{0215}" width="100%" /><br /> </div> <h5> <a href="images/{0215}.jpg"> <img src="images/enlarge.jpg" alt="" /> </a> </h5> + + <p> + Peggy wound a big doughnut spinning around her engagement finger and made + no reply. + </p> + <p> + “If it has anything to do with you and Harry Goward, you must tell me, + Peggy. You must tell me instantly.” + </p> + <p> + Peggy put a doughnut on her wedding finger and observed, with pained + perplexity, that it would not spin, but stuck. + </p> + <p> + “What is Charles Edward up to?” I persisted. + </p> + <p> + The opening rose-bud of Peggy's face took on a furtive expression, like + that of certain pansies, or some orchids I have seen. “He is going to take + me to Europe,” she admitted, removing both her doughnut rings. + </p> + <p> + “YOU! To EUROPE!” + </p> + <p> + “He and Lorraine. When this is blown by. They want to get me away.” + </p> + <p> + “Away from what? Away from Harry Goward?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, I suppose so,” blubbered Peggy. + </p> + <p> + She now began, in a perfectly normal manner, to mop her eyes with her + handkerchief. + </p> + <p> + “Do you want to be got away from Harry Goward?” I demanded. + </p> + <p> + “I never said I did,” sobbed Peggy. “I never said so, not one little bit. + But oh, Maria! Moolymaria! You can't think how dreadful it is to be a + girl, an engaged girl, and not know what to do!” + </p> + <p> + Then and there an active idea—one with bones in it—raced and + overtook me, and I shot out: “Where is that letter?” + </p> + <p> + “Mother has it,” replied Peggy. + </p> + <p> + “Have you opened it?” + </p> + <p> + “No.” + </p> + <p> + “Has Aunt Elizabeth opened it?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh no!” + </p> + <p> + “Did Charlies Edward take it with him?” + </p> + <p> + “I don't think he did. I will go ask mother.” + </p> + <p> + “Go ask mother for that letter,” I commanded, “and bring it to me.” + </p> + <p> + Peggy gave me one mutinous look, but the instinct of a younger sister was + in her and she obeyed me. She brought the letter. I have this precious + document in my pocket. I asked her if she would trust me to find out to + whom that letter was addressed. After some hesitation she replied that she + would. I reminded her that she was the only person in the world who could + give me this authority—which pleased her. I told her that I should + accept it as a solemn trust, and do my highest and best with it for her + sake. + </p> + <p> + “Peggy,” I said, “this is not altogether a pleasant job for me, but you + are my little sister and I will take care of you. Kiss your old + Meddlymaria, Peggy.” She took down her sopping handkerchief and lifted her + warm, wet face. So I kissed Peggy. And I am going on the 7.20 morning + train. + </p> + <p> + It is now ten o'clock. My suit-case is packed, my ticket is bought, but + Tom has not come back, and the worst of it is he can't get back to-night. + He telephoned between courses at his dinner that he had accepted an + invitation to go home for the night with one of the men they are dining. + It seems he is a “person of importance”—there is a big order behind + the junket, and Tom has gone home with him to talk it over. The ridiculous + thing about it is that I forget where he was going. Of course I could + telephone to the hotel and find out, but men don't like telephoning wives—at + least, my man doesn't. It makes it rather hard, going on this trip without + kissing Tom good-bye. I had half made up my mind to throw the whole thing + over, but Peggy is pretty young; she has a long life before her; there is + a good deal at stake. So Tom and I kissed by electricity, and he said that + it was all right, and to go ahead, and the other absurd thing about that + is that Tom didn't ask me for my New York address, and I forgot to tell + him. We are like two asteroids spinning through space, neither knowing the + other's route or destination. In point of fact, I shall register at “The + Sphinx,” that nice ladies' hotel where mere man is never admitted. + </p> + <p> + I have always supposed that the Mrs. Chataway Aunt Elizabeth talks about + kept a boarding-house. I think Aunt Elizabeth rolls in upon her like a + spent wave between visits. I have no doubt that I shall be able to trace + Aunt Elizabeth by her weeds upon this beach. After that the rest is easy. + I must leave my address for Tom pinned up somewhere. Matilda's mind + wouldn't hold it if I stuck it through her brain with a hat-pin. I think I + will glue it to his library table, and I'll do it this minute to make + sure.... I have directed Matilda to give him chicken croquettes for his + luncheon, and I have written out the menu for every meal till I get home. + Poor Tom! He isn't used to eating alone. I wish I thought he would mind it + as much as I do. + </p> + <p> + Eleven o'clock.—I am obsessed with an idea, and I have yielded to + it; whether for good or ill, for wisdom or folly, remains to be proved. I + have telephoned Dr. Denbigh and suggested to him that he should go to New + York, too. Considered in any light but that of Peggy's welfare—But I + am not considering anything in any light but that of Peggy's welfare. Dr. + Denbigh used to have a little tendresse for Peggy—it was never + anything more, I am convinced. She is too young for him. A doctor sees so + many women; he grows critical, if not captious. Character goes for more + with him than with most men; looks go for less; and poor little Peggy—who + can deny?—up to this point in her development is chiefly looks. + </p> + <p> + I intimated to the doctor that my errand to New York was of an important + nature: that it concerned my younger sister; that my husband was, + unfortunately, out of town, and that I needed masculine advice. I am not + in the habit of flattering the doctor, and he swallowed this delicate + bait, as I thought he would. When I asked him if he didn't think he needed + a little vacation, if he didn't think he could get the old doctor from + Southwest Eastridge to take his practice for two days, he said he didn't + know but he could. The grippe epidemic had gone down, nothing more + strenuous than a few cases of measles stood in the way; in fact, Eastridge + at the present time, he averred, was lamentably healthy. When he had + committed himself so far as this, he hesitated, and very seriously said: + </p> + <p> + “Mrs. Price, you have never asked me to do a foolish thing, and I have + known you for a good many years. It is too late to come over and talk it + out with you. If you assure me that you consider your object in making + this request important I will go. We won't waste words about it. What + train do you take?” + </p> + <p> + I am not a person of divination or intuition. I think I have rather a + commonplace, careful, painstaking mind. But if ever I had an inspiration + in my life I think I have one now. Perhaps it is the novelty of it that + makes me confide in it with so little reflection. My inspiration, in a + word, is this: + </p> + <p> + Aunt Elizabeth has reached the point where she is ready for a new man. I + know I don't understand her kind of woman by experience. I don't suppose I + do by sympathy. I have to reason her out. + </p> + <p> + I have reasoned Aunt Elizabeth out to this conclusion: She always has had, + she always must have, she always will have, the admiration of some man or + men to engross her attention. She is an attractive woman; she knows it; + women admit it; and men feel it. I don't think Aunt Elizabeth is a + heartless person; not an irresponsible one, only an idle and unhappy one. + She lives on this intoxicant as other women might live on tea or gossip, + as a man would take his dram or his tobacco. She drinks this wine because + she is thirsty, and the plain, cool, spring-water of life has grown stale + to her. It is corked up in bottles like the water sold in towns where the + drinking-supply is low. It has ceased to be palatable to her. + </p> + <p> + My interpretation is, that there is no man on her horizon just now except + Harry Goward, and I won't do her the injustice to believe that she + wouldn't be thankful to be rid of him just for her own sake; to say + nothing of Peggy's. + </p> + <p> + Aunt Elizabeth, I repeat, needs a new man. If Dr. Denbigh is willing to + fill this role for a few days (of course I must be perfectly frank with + him about it) the effect upon Harry Goward will be instantaneous. His + disillusion will be complete; his return to Peggy in a state of abject + humiliation will be assured. I mean, assuming that the fellow is capable + of manly feeling, and that Peggy has aroused it. That, of course, remains + for me to find out. + </p> + <p> + How I am to fish Harry Goward out of the ocean of New York city doesn't + trouble me in the least. Given Aunt Elizabeth, he will complete the + equation. If Mrs. Chataway should fail me—But I won't suppose that + Mrs. Chataway will fail. I must be sure and explain to Tom about Dr. + Denbigh. + </p> + <p> + “The Sphinx,” New York, 10 P.M.—I arrived—that is to say, we + arrived in this town at ten minutes past one o'clock, almost ten hours + ago. Dr. Denbigh has gone somewhere—and that reminds me that I + forgot to ask him where. I never thought of it until this minute, but it + has just occurred to me that it may be quite as well from an ignorant + point of view that “The Sphinx” excludes mere man from its portals. + </p> + <p> + He was good to me on the train, very good indeed. I can't deny that he + flushed a little when I told him frankly what I wanted of him. At first I + thought that he was going to be angry. Then I saw the corners of his + mustache twitch. Then our sense of humor got the better of us, and then I + laughed, and then he laughed, and I felt that the crisis was passed. I + explained to him while we were in the Pullman car, as well as I could + without being overheard by a fat lady with three chins, and a girl with a + permit for a pet poodle, what it was that I wanted of him. I related the + story of Peggy's misfortune—in confidence, of course; and explained + the part he was expected to play—confidentially, of course; in fact, + I laid my plot before him from beginning to end. + </p> + <p> + “If the boy doesn't love her, you see,” I suggested, “the sooner we know + it the better. She must break it off, if her heart is broken in the + process. If he does love her—my private opinion is he thinks he does—I + won't have Peggy's whole future wrecked by one of Aunt Elizabeth's + flirtations. The reef is too small for the catastrophe. I shall find Aunt + Elizabeth. Oh yes, I shall find Aunt Elizabeth! I have no more doubt of + that than I have that Matilda is putting too much onion in the croquettes + for Tom this blessed minute. If I find her I shall find the boy; but what + good is that going to do me, if I find either of them or both of them, if + we can't disillusionize the boy?” + </p> + <p> + “In a word,” interrupted the doctor, rather tartly, “all you want of me is + to walk across the troubled stage—” + </p> + <p> + “For Peggy's sake,” I observed. + </p> + <p> + “Of course, yes, for Peggy's sake. I am to walk across this fantastic + stage in the inglorious capacity of a philanderer.” + </p> + <p> + “That is precisely it,” I admitted. “I want you to philander with Aunt + Elizabeth for two days, one day; two hours, one hour; just long enough, + only long enough to bring that fool boy to his senses.” + </p> + <p> + “If I had suspected the nature of the purpose I am to serve in this + complication”—began the doctor, without a smile. “I trusted your + judgment, Mrs. Price, and good sense—I have never known either to + fail before. However,” he added, manfully, “I am in for it now, and I + would do more disagreeable things than this for Peggy's sake. But + perhaps,” he suggested, grimly, “we sha'n't find either of them.” + </p> + <p> + He retired from the subject obviously, if gracefully, and began to play + with the poodle that had the Pullman permit. I happen to know that if + there is any species of dog the doctor does not love it is a poodle, with + or without a permit. The lady with three chins asked me if my husband were + fond of dogs—I think she said, so fond as THAT. She glanced at the + girl whom the poodle owned. + </p> + <p> + I don't know why it should be a surprise to me, but it was; that the chin + lady and the poodle girl have both registered at “The Sphinx.” + </p> + <p> + Directly after luncheon, for I could not afford to lose a minute, I went + to Mrs. Chataway's; the agreement being that the doctor should follow me + in an absent-minded way a little later. But there was a blockade on the + way, and I wasn't on time. What I took to be Mrs. Chataway herself + admitted me with undisguised hesitation. + </p> + <p> + Miss Talbert, she said, was not at home; that is—no, she was not + home. She explained that a great many people had been asking for Miss + Talbert; there were two in the parlor now. + </p> + <p> + When I demanded, “Two what?” she replied, in a breathless tone, “Two + gentlemen,” and ushered me into that old-fashioned architectural effort + known to early New York as a front and back parlor. + </p> + <p> + One of the gentlemen, as I expected, proved to be Dr. Denbigh. The other + was flatly and unmistakably Charles Edward. The doctor offered to excuse + himself, but I took Charles Edward into the back parlor, and I made so + bold as to draw the folding-doors. I felt that the occasion justified + worse than this. + </p> + <p> + The colloquy between myself and Charles Edward was brief and pointed. He + began by saying, “YOU here! What a mess!—” + </p> + <p> + My conviction is that he saved himself just in time from Messymaria. + </p> + <p> + “Have you found him?” I propounded. + </p> + <p> + “No.” + </p> + <p> + “Haven't seen him?” + </p> + <p> + “I didn't say I hadn't seen him.” + </p> + <p> + “What did he say?” I insisted. + </p> + <p> + “Not very much. It was in the Park.” + </p> + <p> + “In the PARK? Not very MUCH? How could you let him go?” + </p> + <p> + “I didn't let him go,” drawled Charles Edward. “He invited me to dinner. A + man can't ask a fellow what his intentions are to a man's sister in a + park. I hadn't said very much up to that point; he did most of the + talking. I thought I would put it off till we got round to the cigars.” + </p> + <p> + “Then?” I cried, impatiently, “and then?” + </p> + <p> + “You see,” reluctantly admitted Charles Edward, “there wasn't any then. I + didn't dine with him, after all. I couldn't find it—” + </p> + <p> + “Couldn't find what?” + </p> + <p> + “Couldn't find the hotel,” said Charles Edward, defiantly. “I lost the + address. Couldn't even say that it was a hotel. I believe it was a club. + He seems to be a sort of a swell—for a coeducational professor—anyhow, + I lost the address; and that is the long and short of it.” + </p> + <p> + “If it had been a studio or a Bohemian cafe—” I began. + </p> + <p> + “I should undoubtedly have remembered it,” admitted Charles Edward, in his + languid way. + </p> + <p> + “You have lost him,” I replied, frostily. “You have lost Harry Goward, and + you come here—” + </p> + <p> + “On the same errand, I presume, my distressed and distressing sister, that + has brought you. Have you seen her?” he demanded, with sudden, + uncharacteristic shrewdness. + </p> + <p> + At this moment a portiere opened at the side of my back parlor, and Mrs. + Chataway, voluminously appearing, mysteriously beckoned me. I followed her + into the dreariest hall I think I ever saw even in a New York + boarding-house. There the landlady frankly told me that Miss Talbert + wasn't out. She was in her room packing to make one of her visits. Miss + Talbert had given orders that she was to be denied to gentlemen friends. + </p> + <p> + No, she never said anything about ladies. (This I thought highly + probable.) But if I were anything to her and chose to take the + responsibility—I chose and I did. In five minutes I was in Aunt + Elizabeth's room, and had turned the key upon an interview which was + briefer but more startling than I could possibly have anticipated. + </p> + <p> + Elizabeth Talbert is one of those women whose attraction increases with + the negligee or the deshabille. She was so pretty in her pink kimono that + she half disarmed me. She had been crying, and had a gentle look. + </p> + <p> + When I said, “Where is he?” and when she said, “If you mean Harry Goward—I + don't know,” I was prepared to believe her without evidence. She looked + too pretty to doubt. Besides, I cannot say that I have ever caught Aunt + Elizabeth in a real fib. She may be a “charmian,” but I don't think she is + a liar. Yet I pushed my case severely. + </p> + <p> + “If you and he hadn't taken that 5.40 train to New York—” + </p> + <p> + “We didn't take the 5.40 train,” retorted Elizabeth Talbert, hotly. “It + took us. You don't suppose—but I suppose you do, and I suppose I + know what the whole family supposes—As if I would do such a + dastardly!—As if I didn't clear out on purpose to get away from him—to + get out of the whole mix—As if I knew that young one would be aboard + that train!” + </p> + <p> + “But he was aboard. You admit that.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh yes, he got aboard.” + </p> + <p> + “Made a pleasant travelling companion, Auntie?” + </p> + <p> + “I don't know,” said Aunt Elizabeth, shortly. “I didn't have ten words + with him. I told him he had put me in a position I should never forgive. + Then he told me I had put him in a worse. We quarrelled, and he went into + the smoker. At the Grand Central he checked my suitcase and lifted his + hat. He did ask if I were going to Mrs. Chataway's. I have never seen him + since.” + </p> + <p> + “Aunt Elizabeth,” I said, sadly, “I am younger than you—” + </p> + <p> + “Not so very much!” retorted Aunt Elizabeth. + </p> + <p> + “—and I must speak to you with the respect due my father's sister + when I say that the nobility of your conduct on this occasion—a + nobility which you will pardon me for suggesting that I didn't altogether + count on—is likely to prove the catastrophe of the situation.” + </p> + <p> + Aunt Elizabeth stared at me with her wet, coquettish eyes. “You're pretty + hard on me, Maria,” she said; “you always were.” + </p> + <p> + “Hurry and dress,” I suggested, soothingly; “there are two gentlemen to + see you downstairs.” + </p> + <p> + Aunt Elizabeth shook her head. She asserted with evident sincerity that + she didn't wish to see any gentlemen; she didn't care to see any gentlemen + under any circumstances; she never meant to have anything to do with + gentlemen again. She said something about becoming a deaconess in the + Episcopal Church; she spoke of the attractions in the life of a trained + nurse; mentioned settlement work; and asked me what I thought of Elizabeth + Frye, Dorothea Dix, and Clara Barton. + </p> + <p> + “This is one advantage that Catholics have over us,” she observed, + dreamily: “one could go into a nunnery; then one would be quite sure there + would be no men to let loose the consequences of their natures and conduct + upon a woman's whole existence.” + </p> + <p> + “These two downstairs have waited a good while,” I returned, carelessly. + “One of them is a married man and is used to it. But the other is not.” + </p> + <p> + “Very well,” said Aunt Elizabeth, with what (it occurred to me) was a + smile of forced dejection. “To please you, Maria, I will go down.” + </p> + <p> + If Aunt Elizabeth's dejection were assumed, mine was not. I have been in + the lowest possible spirits since my unlucky discovery. Anything and + everything had occurred to me except that she and that boy could quarrel. + I had fancied him shadowing Mrs. Chataway for the slightest sign of his + charmer. I don't know that I should have been surprised to see him curled + up, like a dog, asleep on the door-steps. At the present moment I have no + more means of finding the wetched lad than I had in Eastridge; not so + much, for doubtless Peggy has his prehistoric addresses. I am very + unhappy. I have not had the heart left in me to admire Dr. Denbigh, who + has filled his role brilliantly all the afternoon. In half an hour he and + Aunt Elizabeth had philandered as deep as a six months' flirtation; and I + must say that they have kept at it with an art amounting almost to + sincerity. Aunt Elizabeth did not once mention settlement work, and put no + inquiries to Dr. Denbigh about Elizabeth Frye, Dorothea Dix, or Clara + Barton. + </p> + <p> + I think he took her to the Metropolitan Museum; I know he invited her to + the theatre; and there is some sort of an appointment for to-morrow + morning, I forget what. But my marked success at this end of the stage + only adds poignancy to my sense of defeat at the other. + </p> + <p> + I am very homesick. I wish I could see Tom. I do hope Tom found my message + about Dr. Denbigh. + </p> + <p> + Twenty-four hours later.—The breeze of yesterday has spun into a + whirlwind to-day. I am half stunned by the possibilities of human + existence. One lives the simple life at Eastridge; and New York strikes me + on the head like some heavy thing blown down. If these are the results of + the very little love-affair of one very little girl—what must the + great emotion, the real experience, the vigorous crisis, bring? + </p> + <p> + At “The Sphinx,” as is well known, no male being is admitted on any + pretence. I believe the porter (for heavy trunks) is the only exception. + The bell-boys are bell-girls. The clerk is a matron, and the proprietress + a widow in half-mourning. + </p> + <p> + At nine o'clock this morning I was peremptorily summoned out of the + breakfast-room and ordered to the desk. Two frowning faces received me. + With cold politeness I was reminded of the leading clause in the + constitution of that house. + </p> + <p> + “Positively,” observed the clerk, “no gentlemen callers are permitted at + this hotel, and, madam, there are two on the door-steps who insist upon an + interview with you; they have been there half an hour. One of them refuses + to recognize the rule of the house. He insists upon an immediate + suspension of it. I regret to tell you that he went so far as to mention + that he would have a conversation with you if it took a search-warrant to + get it.” + </p> + <p> + “He says,” interrupted the proprietress in half-mourning, “that he is your + husband.” + </p> + <p> + She spoke quite distinctly, and as these dreadful words re-echoed through + the lobby, I saw that two ladies had come out from the reception-room and + were drinking the scene down. One of these was the fat lady with the three + chins; the other was the poodle girl. She held him, at that unpleasant + moment, by a lavender ribbon leash. It seems she gets a permit for him + everywhere. + </p> + <p> + And he is the wrong sex, I am sure, to obtain any privileges at “The + Sphinx.” + </p> + <p> + The mosaic of that beautiful lobby did not open and swallow me down as I + tottered across it to the vestibule. A strapping door-girl guarded the + entrance. Grouped upon the long flight of marble steps two men impatiently + awaited me. The one with the twitching mustache was Dr. Denbigh. But he, + oh, he with the lightning in his eyes, he was my husband, Thomas Price. + </p> + <p> + “Maria,” he began, with ominous composure, “if you have any explanations + to offer of these extraordinary circumstances—” Then the torrent + burst forth. Every expletive familiar to the wives of good North-American + husbands broke from Tom's unleashed lips. “I didn't hear of it till + afternoon. I took the midnight express. Billy told Matilda he saw you get + aboard the 7.20 train It's all over Eastridge. We have been married + thirteen years, Maria, and I have always had occasion to trust your + judgment and good sense till now.” + </p> + <p> + “That is precisely what I told her,” ventured Dr. Denbigh. + </p> + <p> + “As for you, sir!” Tom Price turned, towering. “It is fortunate for YOU + that I find my wife in this darned shebang.—Any female policeman + behind that door-girl? Doctor? Why, Doctor! Say, DOCTOR! Dr. Denbigh! What + in thunder are you laughing at?” + </p> + <p> + The doctor's sense of humor (a quality for which I must admit my dear + husband is not so distinguished as he is for some more important traits) + had got the better of him. He put his hands in his pockets, threw back his + handsome head, and then and there, in that sacred feminine vestibule, he + laughed as no woman could laugh if she tried. + </p> + <p> + In the teeth of the door-girl, the clerk, and the proprietress, in the + face of the chin lady and the poodle girl, I ran straight to Tom and put + my arms around his neck. At first I was afraid he was going to push me + off, but he thought better of it. Then I cried out upon him as a woman + will when she has had a good scare. “Oh, Tom! Tom! Tom! You dear old + precious Tom! I told you all about it. I wrote you a note about Dr. + Denbigh and—and everything. You don't mean to say you never found + it?” + </p> + <p> + “Where the deuce did you leave it?” demanded Thomas Price. + </p> + <p> + “Why, I stuck it on your pin-cushion! I pinned it there. I pinned it down + with two safety-pins. I was very particular to.” + </p> + <p> + “PIN-CUSHION!” exploded Tom. “A message—an important message—to + a MAN—on a PIN-cushion!” + </p> + <p> + Then, with that admirable self-possession which has been the secret of Tom + Price's success in life, he immediately recovered himself. “Next time, + Maria,” he observed, with pitying gentleness, “pin it on the hen-coop. Or, + paste it on the haymow with the mucilage-brush. Or, fasten it to the + watering-trough in the square—anywhere I might run across it.—Doctor! + I beg your pardon, old fellow.—Now madam, if you are allowed by law + to get out of this blasted house I can't get into, I will pay your bill, + Maria, and take you to a respectable hotel. What's that one we used to go + to when we ran down to see Irving? I can't think—-Oh yes—'The + Holy Family.'” + </p> + <p> + “Don't be blasphemous, Price, whatever else you are!” admonished the + doctor. He was choking with laughter. + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps it was 'The Whole Family,' Tom?” I suggested, meekly. + </p> + <p> + “Come to think of it,” admitted Tom, “it must have been 'The Happy + Family.' Get your things on, Mysie, and we'll get out of this inhuman + place.” + </p> + <p> + I held my head as high as I could when I came back through the lobby, with + a stout chambermaid carrying my suit-case. The clerk sniffed audibly; the + proprietress met me with a granite eye; the lady with the three chins + muttered something which I am convinced it would not have added to my + personal happiness to hear; but I thought the girl with the lavender + poodle watched me a little wistfully as I whirled away upon my husband's + big forgiving arm. + </p> + <p> + The doctor, who had really laughed until he cried, followed, wiping his + merry eyes. These glistened when on the sidewalk directly opposite the + hotel entrance we met Elizabeth Talbert, who had arranged, but in the + agitation of the morning I had entirely forgotten it, to come to see me at + that very hour. + </p> + <p> + So we fell into line, the doctor and Aunt Elizabeth, my husband and I, on + our way to take the cars for “The Happy Family,” when suddenly Tom clapped + his hands to his pockets and announced that he had forgotten—he must + send a telegram. Coming away in such a hurry, he must telegraph to the + Works. Tom is an incurable telegrapher (I have long cherished the + conviction that he is the main support of the Western Union Telegraph + Company), and we all followed him to the nearest office where he could get + a wire. + </p> + <p> + Some one was before him at the window, a person holding a hesitant pencil + above a yellow blank. I believe I am not without self-possession myself, + partly natural, and partly acquired by living so long with Tom; but it + took all I ever had not to utter a womanish cry when the young man turned + his face and I saw that it was Harry Goward. + </p> + <p> + The boy's glance swept us all in. When it reached Aunt Elizabeth and Dr. + Denbigh he paled, whether with relief or regret I had my doubts at that + moment, and I have them still. An emotion of some species possessed him so + that he could not for the moment speak. Aunt Elizabeth was the first to + recover herself. + </p> + <p> + “Ah?” she cooed. “What a happy accident! Mr. Goward, allow me to present + you to my friend Dr. Denbigh.” + </p> + <p> + The doctor bowed with a portentous gravity. It was almost the equal of + Harry's own. + </p> + <p> + After this satisfactory incident everybody fell back instinctively and + gave the command of the expedition to me. The boy anxiously yielded his + place at the telegraph window to Tom; in fact, I took the pains to notice + that Harry's telegram was not sent, or was deferred to a more convenient + season. I invited him to run over to “The Happy Family” with us, and we + all fell into rank again on the sidewalk, the boy not without + embarrassment. Of this I made it my first duty to relieve him. We chatted + of the weather and the theatre and hotels. When we had walked a short + distance, we met Charles Edward dawdling along over to “The Sphinx” + (however reluctantly) to call upon his precious elder sister. So we paired + off naturally: Aunt Elizabeth and the doctor in front, Goward and I behind + them, and Tom and Charles Edward bringing up the rear. + </p> + <p> + My heart dropped when I saw what a family party air we had. I felt it to + my finger-tips, and I could see that the lad writhed under it. His + expression changed from misery to mutiny. I should not have been surprised + if he had made one plunge into the roaring current of Broadway and sunk + from sight forever. The thing that troubled me most was the poor taste of + it: as if the whole family had congregated in the metropolis to capture + that unhappy boy. For the first time I began to feel some sympathy for + him. + </p> + <p> + “Mr. Goward,” I said, abruptly, in a voice too low even for Aunt Elizabeth + to hear, “nobody wishes to make you uncomfortable. We are not here for any + such purpose. I have something in my pocket to show you; that is all. It + will interest you, I am sure. As soon as we get to the hotel, if you don't + mind, I will tell you about it—or, in fact, will give it to you. + Count the rest out. They are not in the secret.” + </p> + <p> + “I feel like a convict arrested by plainclothes men,” complained Harry, + glancing before and behind. + </p> + <p> + “You won't,” I said, “when you have talked to me five minutes.” + </p> + <p> + “Sha'n't I?” he asked, dully. He said nothing more, and we pursued our way + to the hotel in silence. Elizabeth Talbert and Dr. Denbigh talked enough + to make up for us. + </p> + <p> + Aunt Elizabeth made herself so charming, so acutely charming, that I heard + the boy draw one quick, sharp breath. But his eyes followed her more + sullenly than tenderly, and when she clung to the doctor's arm upon a + muddy crossing the young man turned to me with a sad, whimsical smile. + </p> + <p> + “It doesn't seem to make much difference—does it, Mrs. Price? She + treats us all alike.” + </p> + <p> + There is the prettiest little writing-room in “The Happy Family,” all blue + and mahogany and quiet. This place was deserted, and thither I betook + myself with Harry Goward, and there he began as soon as we were alone: + </p> + <p> + “Well, what is it, Mrs. Price?” + </p> + <p> + “Nothing but this,” I said, gently enough. “I have taken it upon myself to + solve a mystery that has caused a good deal of confusion in our family.” + </p> + <p> + Without warning I took the muddy letter from my pocket, and slid it under + his eyes upon the big blue blotter. + </p> + <p> + “I don't wish to be intrusive or strenuous,” I pleaded, “none of us wishes + to be that. Nobody is here to call you to account, Mr. Goward, but you see + this letter. It was received at our house in the condition in which you + find it. Would you be so kind as to supply the missing address? That is + all I want of you.” + </p> + <p> + The boy's complexion ran through the palette, and subsided from a dull + Indian-red to a sickly Nile-green. “Hasn't she ever read it?” he demanded. + </p> + <p> + “Nobody has ever read it,” I said. “Naturally—since it is not + addressed. This letter went fishing with Billy.” + </p> + <p> + The young man took the letter and examined it in trembling silence. + </p> + <p> + Perhaps if Fate ever broke him on her wheel it was at that moment. His + destiny was still in his own hands, and so was the letter. Unaddressed, it + was his personal property. He could retain it if he chose, and the family + mystery would darken into deeper gloom than ever. I felt my comfortable, + commonplace heart beat rapidly. + </p> + <p> + Our silence had passed the point of discomfort, and was fast reaching that + of anguish, when the boy lifted his head manfully, dipped one of “The + Happy Family's” new pens into a stately ink-bottle, and rapidly filled in + the missing address upon the unfortunate letter. He handed it to me + without a word. My eyes blurred when I read: + </p> + <p> + “Personal. Miss Peggy Talbert, Eastridge. (Kindness of Miss Alice + Talbert.)” + </p> + <p> + “What shall I do with it?” I asked, controlling my agitation. + </p> + <p> + “Deliver it to her, if you please, as quickly as possible. I thought of + everything else. I never thought of this.” + </p> + <p> + “Never thought of—” + </p> + <p> + “That she might not have got it.” + </p> + <p> + “Now then, Mr. Goward,” I ventured, still speaking very gently, “do you + mind telling me what you took that 5.40 train for?” + </p> + <p> + “Why, because I didn't get an answer from the letter!” exclaimed Harry, + raising his voice for the first time. “A man doesn't write a letter such + as that more than once in a lifetime. It was a very important letter. I + told her everything. I explained everything. I felt I ought to have a + hearing. If she wanted to throw me over (I don't deny she had the right + to) I would rather she had taken some other way than—than to ignore + such a letter. I waited for an answer to that letter until quarter-past + five. I just caught the 5.40 train and went to my aunt's house, the one—you + know my uncle died the other day—I have been there ever since. + By-the-way, Mrs. Price, if anything else comes up, and if you have any + messages for me, I shall be greatly obliged if you will take my address.” + </p> + <p> + He handed me his card with an up-town street and number, and I snapped it + into the inner pocket of my wallet. + </p> + <p> + “Do you think,” demanded Harry Goward, outright, “that she will ever + forgive me, REALLY forgive me?” + </p> + <p> + “That is for you to find out,” I answered, smiling comfortably; for I + could not possibly have Harry think that any of us—even an unpopular + elder sister—could be there to fling Peggy at the young man's head. + “That is between you and Peggy.” + </p> + <p> + “When shall you get home with that letter?” demanded Harry. + </p> + <p> + “Ask my husband. At a guess, I should say tomorrow.” + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps I had better wait until she has read the letter,” mused the boy. + “Don't you think so, Mrs. Price?” + </p> + <p> + “I don't think anything about it. I will not take any responsibility about + it. I have got the letter officially addressed, and there my errand ends.” + </p> + <p> + “You see, I want to do the best thing,” urged Harry Goward. “And so much + has happened since I wrote that letter—and when you come to think + that she has never read it—” + </p> + <p> + “I will mail it to her,” I said, suddenly. “I will enclose it with a line + and get it off by special delivery this noon.” + </p> + <p> + “It might not reach her,” suggested Harry, pessimistically. “Everything + seems to go wrong in this affair.” + </p> + <p> + “Would you prefer to send it yourself?” I asked. + </p> + <p> + Harry Goward shook his head. + </p> + <p> + “I would rather wait till she has read it. I feel, under the + circumstances, that I owe that to her.” + </p> + <p> + Now, at that critical moment, a wide figure darkened the entrance of the + writing-room, and, plumping down solidly at another table, spread out a + fat, ring-laden hand and began to write a laborious letter. It was the + lady with the three chins. But the girl with the poodle did not put in an + appearance. I learned afterward that the dog rule of “The Happy Family” + admitted of no permits. + </p> + <p> + Harry Goward and I parted abruptly but pleasantly, and he earnestly + requested the privilege of being permitted to call upon me to-morrow + morning. + </p> + <p> + I mailed the letter to Peggy by special delivery, and just now I asked Tom + if he didn't think it was wise. + </p> + <p> + “I can tell you better, my dear, day after tomorrow,” he replied. And that + was all I could get out of him. + </p> + <p> + “The Happy Family.”—It is day after tomorrow, and Tom and I are + going to take the noon train home. Our purpose, or at least my purpose, to + this effect has been confirmed, if not created, by the following + circumstances: + </p> + <p> + Yesterday, a few hours after I had parted from Harry Goward in the blue + writing-room of “The Happy Family,” Tom received from father a telegram + which ran like this: + </p> + <p> + “Off for Washington—that Gooch business. Shall take Peggy. Child + needs change. Will stop over from Colonial Express and lunch Happy Family. + Explicitly request no outsider present. Can't have appearance of false + position. Shall take her directly out of New York, after luncheon. Cyrus + Talbert.” + </p> + <p> + Torn between filial duty and sisterly affection, I sat twirling this + telegram between my troubled fingers. Tom had dashed it there and blown + off somewhere, leaving me, as he usually does, to make my own decisions. + Should I tell Harry? Should I not tell Harry? Was it my right? Was it not + his due? I vibrated between these inexorable questions, but, like the + pendulum I was, I struck no answer anywhere. I had half made up my mind to + let matters take their own course. If Goward should happen to call on me + when Peggy, flying through New York beneath her father's stalwart wing, + alighted for the instant at “The Happy Family”—was I to blame? Could + <i>I</i> be held responsible? It struck me that I could not. On the other + hand, father could not be more determined than I that Peggy should not be + put into the apparent position of pursuing an irresolute, however + repentant, lover.... I was still debating the question as conscientiously + and philosophically as I knew how, when the bell-boy brought me a note + despatched by a district messenger, and therefore constitutionally delayed + upon the way. + </p> + <p> + The letter was from my little sister's fiance, and briefly said: + </p> + <p> + “My dear Mrs. Price,—I cannot tell you how I thank you for your + sisterly sympathy and womanly good sense. You have cleared away a lot of + fog out of my mind. I don't feel that I can wait an unnecessary hour + before I see Peggy. I should like to be with her as soon as the letter is. + If you will allow me to postpone my appointment with yourself, I shall + start for Eastridge by the first train I can catch to-day. + </p> + <p> + “Gratefully yours, + </p> + <p> + “Henry T. Goward.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0009" id="link2H_4_0009"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + IX. THE MOTHER, by Edith Wyatt + </h2> + <p> + I am sure that I shall surprise no mother of a large family when I say + that this hour is the first one I have spent alone for thirty years. I + count it, alone. For while I am driving back in the runabout along the six + miles of leafy road between the hospital and Eastridge with mother beside + me, she is sound asleep under the protection of her little hinged black + sunshade, still held upright. She will sleep until we are at home; and, + after our anxious morning at the hospital, I am most grateful to the + fortune sending me this lucid interval, not only for thinking over what + has occurred in the last three days, but also for trying to focus clearly + for myself what has happened in the last week, since Elizabeth went on the + 5.40 to New York; since Charles followed Elizabeth; since Maria, under Dr. + Denbigh's mysteriously required escort, followed Charles; since Tom + followed Maria; and since Cyrus, with my dear girl, followed Tom. + </p> + <p> + On the warm afternoon before Elizabeth left, as I walked past her open + door, with Lena, and carrying an egg-nog to Peggy, I could not avoid + hearing down the whole length of the hall a conversation carried on in + clear, absorbed tones, between my sister and Alice. + </p> + <p> + “Did I understand you to say,” said Elizabeth, in an assumption of + indifference too elaborate, I think, to deceive even her niece, “that this + Mr. Wilde you mention is now living in New York?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh yes. He conducts all the art-classes at the Crafts Settlement. He + encouraged Lorraine's sisters in their wonderful work. I would love to go + into it myself.” + </p> + <p> + Lorraine's sisters and her circle once entertained me at tea in their + establishment when I visited Charles before his marriage, in New York. + They are extremely kind young women, ladies in every respect, who have a + workshop called “At the Sign of the Three-legged Stool.” They seem to be + carpenters, as nearly as I can tell. They wear fillets and bright, loose + clothes; and they make very rough-hewn burnt-wood footstools and odd + settees with pieces of glass set about in them. It is all very puzzling. + When Charles showed me a candlestick one of the young ladies had made, and + talked to me about the decoration and the line, I could see that it was + very gracefully designed and nicely put together. But when he noticed that + in the wish to be perfectly open-minded to his point of view I was looking + very attentively at a queer, uneven wrought-iron brooch with two little + pendant polished granite rocks, he only laughed and put his hand on my + shawl a minute and brought me more tea. + </p> + <p> + So that I could understand something of what Alice was mentioning as she + went on: “You know Lorraine says that, though not the most PROMINENT, + Lyman Wilde is the most RADICAL and TEMPERAMENTAL leader in the great + handicraft development in this country. Even most of the persons in favor + of it consider that he goes too far. She says, for instance, he is so + opposed to machines of all sorts that he thinks it would be better to + abolish printing and return to script. He has started what they call a + little movement of the kind now, and is training two young scriveners.” + </p> + <p> + Elizabeth was shaking her head reflectively as I passed the door, and + saying: “Ah—no compromise. And always, ALWAYS the love of beauty.” + And I heard her advising Alice never, never to be one of the foolish women + and men who hurt themselves by dreaming of beauty or happiness in their + narrow little lives; repeating sagely that this dream was even worse for + the women than for the men; and asked whether Alice supposed the Crafts + Settlement address wouldn't probably be in the New York telephone-book. + Alice seemed to be spending a very gratifying afternoon. + </p> + <p> + My sister Elizabeth's strongest instinct from her early youth has been the + passion inspiring the famous Captain Parklebury Todd, so often quoted by + Alice and Billy: “I do not think I ever knew a character so given to + creating a sensation. Or p'r'aps I should in justice say, to what, in an + Adelphi play, is known as situation.” Never has she gratified her taste in + this respect more fully than she did—as I believe quite accidentally + and on the inspiration of these words with Alice—in taking the + evening train to New York with Mr. Goward. + </p> + <p> + Twenty or thirty people at the station saw them starting away together, + each attempting to avoid recognition, each in the pretence of avoiding the + other, each with excited manners. So that, as both Peggy and Elizabeth + have been born and brought up here; as, during Mr. Goward's conspicuous + absence and silence, during Peggy's illness, and all our trying + uncertainties and hers, in the last weeks, my sister had widely flung to + town talk many tacit insinuations concerning the character of Mr. Goward's + interest in herself; as none of the twenty or thirty people were mute + beyond their kind; and as Elizabeth's nature has never inspired high + neighborly confidence—before night a rumor had spread like the wind + that Margaret Talbert's lover had eloped with her aunt. + </p> + <p> + Billy heard the other children talking of this news and hushing themselves + when he came up. Tom learned of the occurrence by a telephone, and, after + supper, told Cyrus and myself; Maria was informed of it by telephone + through an old friend who thought Maria should know of what every one was + saying. Lorraine, walking to the office to meet Charles, was overtaken on + the street by Mrs. Temple, greatly concerned for us and for Peggy, and + learned the strange story from our sympathetic neighbor, to repeat it to + Charles. At ten o'clock there was only one person in the house, perhaps in + Eastridge, who was ignorant of our daughter's singular fortune. That + person was our dear girl herself. + </p> + <p> + Since my own intelligence of the report I had not left her alone with + anybody else for a moment; and now I was standing in the hall watching her + start safely up-stairs, when to our surprise the front-door latch clicked + suddenly; she turned on the stairs; the door opened, and we both faced + Charles. From the first still glances he and I gave each other he knew she + hadn't heard. Then he said quietly that he had wished to see Peggy for a + moment before she went to sleep. He bade me a very confiding and + responsible good-night, and went out with her to the garden where they + used to play constantly together when they were children. + </p> + <p> + Up-stairs, unable to lie down till she came back, I put on a little + cambric sack and sat by the window waiting till I should hear her foot on + the stairs again. “Charles is telling her,” I said to Cyrus. He was + walking up and down the room, dumb with impatience and disgust, too pained + for Peggy, too tried by his own helplessness to rest or even to sit still. + In a way it has all been harder for him than for any one else. His + impulses are stronger and deeper than my dear girl's, and far less cool. + She is very especially precious to him; and, whether because she looks so + like him, or because he thinks her ways like my own, her youth and her + fortune have always been at once a more anxious and a more lovely concern + with him than any one else's on earth. She is, somehow, our future to him. + </p> + <p> + While we waited here in this anxiety up-stairs, down in the garden I could + hear not the words, but the tones of our children as they spoke together. + Charles's voice sounded first for a long time, with an air of calmness and + directness; and Peggy answered him at intervals of listening, answered + apparently less with surprise at what he told her than in a quiet + acceptance, with a little throb of control, and then in accord with him. + Then it was as though they were planning together. + </p> + <p> + In the still village night their voices sounded very tranquil; after a + little while, even buoyant. Peggy laughed once or twice. Little by little + a breath of relief blew over both her father's solicitude and mine. It was + partly from the coolness and freshness of the out-door air, and the + half-unconscious sense it often brings, that beyond whatever care is close + beside you at the instant there is—and especially for the young—so + much else in all creation. Then, for me, there was a deep comfort in the + knowledge that in this time of need my children had each other; that they + could speak so together, in an intimate sympathy, and were, not only + superficially in name, but really and beautifully, a brother and sister. + </p> + <p> + At last, as they parted at the gate, Charles said, in a spirited, + downright tone: “Stick to that, cling to it, make it your answer to + everything. It's all you now know and all you need to know, and you'll be + as firm on it as on a rock.” + </p> + <p> + The lamplight from the street filtering through the elm leaves glimmered + on Peggy's bright hair as she looked up at him. Her eyelashes were wet, + but she was laughing as she said: “But, of course, I HAVE to cling to it. + It's the truth. Good-night! Good-night!” And her step on the stairs was + light and even skipping. + </p> + <p> + On the next morning, when I knocked at her door to find whether she would + rather breakfast up-stairs, I saw at once she had slept. She stood before + the mirror fastening her belt ribbon, and looking so lovely it seemed + impossible misfortune should ever touch her. + </p> + <p> + “Why, mother dear, you aren't dressed for the library-board meeting! Isn't + that this morning?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes.” + </p> + <p> + She looked at me with her little, sweet, quick smile, and we sat down for + a moment on her couch together, each with a sense that neither would say + one word too sharply pressing. + </p> + <p> + “Dear mother, why NOT go to the board meeting? You don't need to protect + me so. You CAN'T protect me every minute. You see, of course, last night + Charles—told me of what everybody thinks.” Her voice throbbed again. + She stopped for a minute. “But for weeks and weeks I had felt something + like this coming toward me. And now that it's come,” she went on, bravely, + “we can only just do as we always have done—and not make any + difference—can we?” + </p> + <p> + “Except that I feel I must be here, because we can't know from minute to + minute what may come up.” + </p> + <p> + “You feel you can't leave me, mother. But you can. I want to see whoever + comes, just as usual. I'd have to at some time, you know, at any rate. And + I mean to do it now—until I go away out of Eastridge. Charles is + going to arrange that so very wonderfully. He has gone to New York now to + see about it.” + </p> + <p> + “He has, my dear?” I said, in some surprise. + </p> + <p> + “Yes. And, mother, about—about what's over,” she whispered. + </p> + <p> + “Yes.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, just—just it couldn't all have happened in this way if”—she + spoke in quite a clear, soft voice, looking straight into my eyes, with + one of her quick turns—“he were a real MAN—anybody I could + think of as being my husband. It was just that I didn't truly know him. + That was all.” + </p> + <p> + We held each other's hands fast for one moment of perfect understanding + before we rose. + </p> + <p> + “Then I'll go, dear, this morning, just as you like,” I said. She came + into my room and fastened my cuff-pins for me. “Why, mother, I don't + believe you and your little duchesse cuffs and your little, fine, gold + watch-chain have ever been away from the chair of the library committee at + a board meeting for twenty years! Just think what a sensation you were + going to make if I hadn't interfered! There, how nice you look!” + </p> + <p> + The weather was so inclement during my absence that I felt quite secure + concerning all intrusion for her. At noon the storm rose high, with a + close-timed thunder and lightning; the Episcopal church spire was struck; + two trees were blown over in the square; and, instead of ordering Dan and + the horses out in this tumult, I dined with a board member living next the + library, and drove home at three o'clock when the violence of the gale had + abated. + </p> + <p> + The house was perfectly still when I reached it. The children were at + school; Cyrus, at the factory; mother, napping, with her door closed. In + her own room up-stairs, in the middle of the house, Peggy sat alone, in a + loose wrapper, with her hair flying over her shoulders. An open book lay + unnoticed in her lap. Her face was white and tear-stained, and her eyes + looked wild and ill. + </p> + <p> + As her glance fell on me I saw her need of me, and hurried in to close the + door. “Oh, mother; mother!” she moaned. “Such a morning! It's all come + back—all I fought against—all I was conquering. What does it + mean? What does it mean?” + </p> +<div class="fig" style="width:50%;"> <img src="images/{0255}.jpg" alt="{0255}" width="100%" /><br /> </div> <h5> <a href="images/{0255}.jpg"> <img src="images/enlarge.jpg" alt="" /> </a> </h5> + + <p> + “What has happened? Who has been here?” + </p> + <p> + “Maria—sneering at Charles's ideas, asking me questions, petting me + and pitying me and making a baby of me, until I broke down at last and + wanted all the things she wanted to have done, and let her kiss me + good-bye for her kindness in doing them—” + </p> + <p> + In a passion of tears she walked up and down, up and down the room, as her + father does, except with that quick, nervous grace she always has, and in + a painful, sobbing excitement. + </p> + <p> + Every sense I had was for an instant's passage fused in one clear, + concentrated anger against a sister who could play so ruthlessly upon my + poor child's woman pulses and emotions, so disarm her of her self-control + and right free spirit. + </p> + <p> + “Why did she come?” I said, at last, with the best calmness I could + muster. Peggy stood still for a moment, startled by a coldness in my voice + I couldn't alter. + </p> + <p> + “She came to find out about things for herself. Then when she did find out + about Charles's way of helping us she simply hated it—and she sent + me after—after the letter you had. I got it from your desk, and + Maria took it to find out its real address.” + </p> + <p> + At that she sank again in a chair, and buried her face in her hands, + hardly knowing what she was saying. “Oh, what shall I do? What shall I + do?” she repeated, softly and wildly. “Yesterday I could behave so well by + what I knew was true about him. Then, when Maria came and spoke as though + I was three years old, and hadn't any understanding nor any dignity of my + own, and the best thing for any girl, at any rate, were to cling to the + man she loved as though she were his mother and he were her dear, erring + child” (she began to laugh a little), “the feebler he were the more credit + to her for her devotion—then I couldn't go on by what I knew was + true about him—only back, back again to all my—old mistake.” + She was laughing and crying now with little, quick gasps, in a sheer + hysteria which no doubt would have given her sister entire satisfaction as + a manifesto of her normal womanliness. + </p> + <p> + I brought her a glass of water, and, trying to conceal my own distress for + her as well as I could, sat down, silently, near her. Gradually she grew + quieter, until the room was so still that we could hear the raindrops from + the eaves plash down outside. Peggy pushed back her cloud of bright hair + and fastened it in the nape of her neck. At last she said, with + conviction: “Mother, Maria didn't say these things, but I know she thinks + them for me, thinks that a woman's love is just all forgiveness and + indulgence. By that she could—she did work on my nerves. But”—and + her gray eyes glanced so beautifully and so darkly with a girl's fine, + straight, native, healthy spirit as she said it—“I COULDN'T marry + any man but one that I admired.” + </p> + <p> + “I'm sure you couldn't,” I said, firmly. “And, my dear child, I must + confess I fail to understand why your sister should wish so patronizingly + for you a fortune she would never have accepted for herself. How can she + possibly like for you such a mawkish and a morbid thing as the prospect of + a marriage with a man in whom neither you nor any other person feels the + presence of one single absolute and manly quality?” + </p> + <p> + “Why, mother, I have never heard you speak so strongly before—” + </p> + <p> + At that moment Lena came searching through the hall, and knocking at the + door of my room, next Peggy's, to announce Lorraine. The kind-hearted girl + was with us constantly, and of the greatest unobtrusive solace to Peggy in + those three days after our travellers had all gone, one after the other, + like the fairy-tale family, at the chance word of Clever Alice. + </p> + <p> + It was on the fifth morning afterward, as I was sitting on the piazza + hemming an organdie ruffle for my big little girl—she does shoot up + so fast—that I heard on the gravel Charles's footstep. + </p> + <p> + For some time after his arrival, as he sat, with his hat thrown off, + talking lightly of his New York sojourn, I was so completely glad to see + him, and to see him looking so well and in such buoyant spirits, that I + could think of nothing else until he mentioned taking tea “At the Sign of + the Three-legged Stool” with Lorraine's sisters, with Lyman Wilde—and + with Aunt Elizabeth. + </p> + <p> + My work dropped out of my hands. + </p> + <p> + He laughed. “Yes. Dear mother, since you never have seen him, I don't know + that I can hope to convey any right conception of Wilde's truly remarkable + character. He is, to begin with, the best of men. Picture, if you can, a + nature with a soul completely beautiful and selfless, and a nervous + surface quite as pachydermatous and indiscriminating as that of an ox. + Wilde accepts everybody's estimate of himself. Not only the quality of his + mercy, but also of his admiration, is quite unstrained. So that he sees + the friend of his youth not at all as I or any humanized perception at the + Crafts Settlement would see her, but quite as she sees herself, as a + fascinating, gifted, capricious woman of the world, beating the wings of + her thwarted love of beauty against cruel circumstance. I noticed his + attitude as soon as I mentioned to him that Lorraine had by chance + discovered that he and my aunt were old acquaintances. He said that he + would be very much interested in seeing her again. As he happened at the + moment to be looking over a packet of postals announcing his series of + talks on 'Script,' he asked me her address, called his stenographer, and + had it added to his mailing-list. But before the postal reached her she + had called him up to tell him she had lately heard of his work and of him + for the first time after all these years, through Lorraine, and to ask him + to come to see her. His call, I am sure, they spent in a rich mutual + misunderstanding as thoroughly satisfactory to both as any one could wish. + For, as I say, on my last visit in the Crafts neighborhood she was taking + tea with all of them and Dr. Denbigh.” + </p> + <p> + “Dr. Denbigh!” I repeated, in surprise. “Oh, Charles, are any of them not + well?” + </p> + <p> + “No, no. I think he's been in New York”—he gave a groan—“on + account of some delicate finesse on Maria's part, some incomprehensible + plan of hers for bringing Goward back here. The worst of it is that, like + all her plans, I believe it's going to be perfectly successful.” + </p> + <p> + “What do you mean?” I asked, in consternation. + </p> + <p> + “From every natural portent, I think that horrid infant in arms was, when + I left New York, about to cast his handkerchief or rattle toward Peggy + again. I'm morally certain that he and all his odious emotional + disturbances will be presenting themselves for her consideration in + Eastridge before long; and, since they strike me as quite too odious for + the nicest girl in the world, I hope, before they reach here, she'll be + far away—absolutely out of reach.” + </p> + <p> + “I hope so, too.” But as I said it, for the first time there came around + me, like a blank, rising mist, the prospect of a journey farther and a + longer separation than any I had before imagined between us. + </p> + <p> + “I knew you'd think so. That was, partly, why I acted as I did, for her, + dear mother”—he leaned forward a little toward me and took up one + end of the ruffle I was stitching again to cover my excitement—“and + for Lorraine and for me, in engaging our passage abroad.” + </p> + <p> + He seemed not to expect me to speak at once, but after a little quiet + pause, while we both sat thinking, went on, with great gentleness: “You + know it's about our only way of really protecting her from any annoyance + here, even that of thoughts of her own she doesn't like. There will be so + very wonderfully much for her to see, and I believe she'll enjoy it. One + of Lorraine's younger sisters is coming to be with us, perhaps, for a + while in Switzerland—and the Elliots—animal sculptors. You + remember them, don't you, and Arlington—studying decorative design + that winter when you were in New York? They'll be abroad this summer. I + believe we'll all have a very charming, care-free time walking and + sketching and working—a time really so much more charming for a + lovely and sensible young woman than sitting in a talking town subject to + the incursions of a lover she doesn't truly like.” He stopped a moment + before he added, sincerely: “Then—it isn't simply for her that this + way would be better, mother, but for me, for every one.” + </p> + <p> + “For you and for every one?” I managed to make myself ask with + tranquillity. + </p> + <p> + “Yes. Why wouldn't this relieve immensely all the sufferers from my + commercial career at the factory? Don't you think that's somewhat unjust, + not simply to Maria's and Tom's requirements for the family standing and + fortunes”—he laughed a moment—“but to father's need there of a + right-hand business man?” That was his way of putting it. “For a long + time,” he pursued, more earnestly than I've ever heard him speak before in + his life, “I've been planning, mother, to go away to study and to sketch. + I'm doing nothing here. Maybe what I would do away from here might not + seem to you so wonderful. But it would have one dignity—whatever + else it were or were not, it would be my own.” + </p> + <p> + Perhaps it may seem strange, but in those few words and instants, when my + son spoke so simply and sincerely of his own work, I felt, more than in + his actual wedding with his wife, the cleaving pang of a marriage for him. + At the same time I was stricken beyond all possible speech by my rising + consciousness of the injustice of his sense of failure here in his own + father's house, in my house. How weakly I had been lost in the thousand + little anxieties and preoccupations of my every-day, to let myself be + unwittingly engulfed in his older sister's strange, blank prejudice, to + lose my own true understanding of the rights and the happiness of one of + the children—I can think it, all unspoken and in silence—somehow + most my own. + </p> + <p> + It seemed as though my heartstrings tightened. Everything blurred before + me. I never in my life have tried so hard before to hold my soul + absolutely still to see quite clearly, as though none of this were + happening to myself, what would be best for my boy's future, for Peggy's, + for their whole lives. It was in the midst of these close-pressing + thoughts that I heard him saying: “So that perhaps this would truly be the + right way for every one.” Only too inevitably I knew his words were true; + and now I could force myself at last to say, quietly: “Why—yes—if + that would make you happier, Charles.” He rose and came up to my chair + then so beautifully, and moved it to a shadier place, as Peggy, catching + sight of him from the garden, ran up with a cry of surprise to meet him, + to talk about it all. + </p> + <p> + I scarcely know whether her father's consciousness of the coming + separation for me, or my consciousness of the coming separation for him, + made things harder or easier for both of us. Cyrus was obliged to make a + business trip to Washington on the next day, and it was decided that as + Peggy especially wished to be with him now before her long absence, she + should accompany him in the morning. + </p> + <p> + On the midnight before we were all startled from sleep by the clang of the + door-bell. Good little Billy, always hoping for excitement, and besides + extremely sweet in doing errands, answered it. The rest of us absurdly + assembled in kimonos and bathrobes at the head of the stairs, dreading we + scarcely knew what, for the members of the family not in the house. Within + a few minutes Billy dashed up-stairs again, considerately holding high, so + that we all could see it, a special-delivery letter, the very same + illegible, bleared envelope which had before annoyed us so extremely. It + was addressed in washed-out characters to Miss — Talbert. The word + Peggy, very clear and black, had been lately inserted in the same + handwriting; and below, the street and number had been recently refreshed, + apparently by the hand of Maria. + </p> + <p> + As this familiar, wearisome object reappeared before us all, Peggy, with a + little quiver of mirth, looking out between her long braids, cried: “Call + back the boy!” By the time the messenger had returned she had readdressed + the envelope, unopened, to Mr. Goward. Billy took it back down-stairs + again; and every one trooped off to bed, Alice and mother with positive + snorts and flounces of impatience. + </p> + <p> + Needless to say, Tom and Maria returned in perfect safety on Saturday. + Before then, at twelve o'clock on the same morning, when Cyrus and Peggy + had gone, I was sitting on the piazza making a little money-bag for her, + with mother sitting rocking beside me, and complaining of every one in + peace, when Dr. Denbigh drove up to the horse-block, flung his weight out + of the buggy, and hurried up the steps. He shook hands with us hastily and + abstractedly, and asked if he might speak to me inside the house. + </p> + <p> + “Mrs. Talbert,” he said, closing the door of the library as soon as we + were inside it, “I am sure you will try not to feel alarmed at something I + must tell you of at once. The early morning train I came on from New York, + the one that ought to get in at Eastridge at eleven, was derailed two + hours ago on a misplaced switch between here and Whitman. No one was + killed, but many of the passengers were injured. Among the injured I took + care of was Mr. Goward. His arm has been broken. He's been badly shaken up—and + he's now in a state of shock at the Whitman Hospital. The boy has been + asking for Peggy, and then for you. I promised him that after my work was + done—all the injured were taken there by a special as soon as + possible after the wreck—I'd ask you to drive back to see him. Will + you come?” + </p> + <p> + Of course I went, then. And at Harry Goward's request I have gone twice + since. He is very ill, too ill to talk, and though Dr. Denbigh says he + will outlive a thousand stronger men, he has been rather worse this + morning. When I first saw him he asked for Peggy in one gasping word, and + when he learned she had gone to Washington turned even whiter than he had + been before. He is nervously quite wrecked and wretched; has no confidence + in Dr. Denbigh; and either Maria or I will go to the hospital every day + till the boy's mother comes from California. It is a very trying + situation. For his misfortune has, of course, not changed my knowledge of + his nature. I dread telling Cyrus and Peggy, when I meet their returning + noon train, after I have left mother at home, of everything that has + happened here. + </p> + <p> + As though these difficulties were not enough, this morning, just before we + started to Whitman, we were involved in another perplexity through the + unwilling agency of Mr. Temple. He called me up to read me a bewildering + telegram he had received an hour before from Elizabeth. It said: + </p> + <p> + “Please end Eastridge scandal by announcing my engagement in Banner.—Lily.” + </p> + <p> + “Engagement to whom?” Mr. Temple had asked by telephone of Charles, who + said none of us could be responsible for any definite information in the + matter unless, perhaps, Maria. On consultation, Maria had said to Mr. + Temple that in New York Mr. Goward had imparted to her that Elizabeth had + told him many weeks ago that she was irrevocably betrothed to Dr. Denbigh. + Mr. Temple had finally referred unsuccessfully to me for Elizabeth's + address in order to ask her to send a complete announcement in the full + form she wished printed. + </p> + <p> + (“Whoa, Douglas. Well—mother, you had a nice little nap, didn't you. + No, no; I won't be late. It's not more than five minutes to the station. + Thanks, Lena. Yes, Billy dear, you can get in. Why, I don't know why you + shouldn't drive.”) + </p> + <p> + The train is just pulling in. Charles is there and Maria, each standing on + one side of the car-steps. Now I see them. That looks like Peggy's + suit-case the porter's carrying down. Yes, it is. There—there they + are, coming down the steps behind him, Cyrus and my dear girl—how + well they look! Oh, how I hope everything will come right for them! + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0010" id="link2H_4_0010"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + X. THE SCHOOL-BOY, By Mary Raymond Shipman Andrews + </h2> + <h3> + Rabbits. + </h3> + <p> + Automobile. (Painted red, with yellow lines.) + </p> + <p> + Automatic reel. (The 3-dollar kind.) + </p> + <p> + New stamp-book. (The puppy chewed my other.) + </p> + <p> + Golly, I forgot. I suppose I mustn't use this, but it's my birthday next + month, and I want 'steen things, and I thought I'd better make a list to + pin on the dining-room door, where the family could take their pick what + to give me. Lorraine gave me this blank-book, and told me that if I'd + write down everything that I knew about Peggy and Harry Goward and all + that stuff, she'd have Sally make me three pounds of crumbly cookies with + currants on top, in a box, to keep in my room just to eat myself, and she + wouldn't tell Alice, so I won't be selfish not to offer her any as she + won't know about it and so won't suffer. I'm going to keep them in the + extra bureau drawer where Peg puts her best party dress, so I guess + they'll be et up before anybody goes there. + </p> + <p> + Peggy's feeling pretty sick now to dress up for parties, but I know a + thing or two that the rest don't know. Wouldn't Alice be hopping! She + always thinks she's wise to everything, and to have a thick-headed + boy-person know a whacking secret that they'd all be excited about would + make her mad enough to burst. She thinks she can read my ingrown soul too—but + I rather think I have my own interior thoughts that Miss Alice doesn't + tumble to. For instance, Dr. Denbigh. + </p> + <p> + Golly, I forgot. Lorraine said she'd cut down the cookies if things + weren't told orderly the way they happened. So I've got to begin back. + First then, I've had the best time since Peggy got engaged that I've ever + had in my own home. Not quite as unbossed as when they sent me on the + Harris farm last summer, and I slept in the stable if I wanted to, and + nobody asked if I'd taken a bath. That was a sensible way to live, but yet + it's been unpecked at and pleasant even at home lately. You see, with such + a lot of fussing about Peggy and Harry Goward, nobody has noticed what I + did, and that, to a person with a taste for animals, is one of the best + states of living. I've gone to the table without brushing my hair, and the + puppy has slept in my bed, and I've kept a toad behind the wash-basin for + two weeks, and though Lena, the maid, knew about it, she shut up and was + decent because she didn't want to worry mother. A toad is such an unusual + creature to live with. I've got a string to his hind leg, but yet he gets + into places where you don't expect him, and it's very interesting. Lena + seemed to think it wasn't nice to have him in the towels in the wash-stand + drawer, but I didn't care. It doesn't hurt the towels and it's cosey for + the toad. + </p> + <p> + I had a little snake—a stunner—but Lena squealed when she + found him in my collars, so I had to take him away. He looked awfully + cunning inside the collars, but Lena wouldn't stand for him, so I let well + enough alone and tried to be contented with the toad and the puppy and + some June-bugs I've got in boxes in the closet, and my lizard—next + to mother, he's my best friend—I've had him six months. I'm not sure + I wouldn't rather lose mother than him, because you can get a step-mother, + but it's awfully difficult to replace a lizard like Diogenes. I wonder if + Lorraine will think I've written too much about my animals? They're more + fun than Peggy anyway, and as for Harry Goward—golly! The toad or + lizard that couldn't be livelier than he is would be a pretty sad animal. + </p> + <p> + A year ago I was fishing one day away up the river, squatting under a bush + on a bank, when Peggy and Dr. Denbigh came and plumped right over my head. + They didn't see me—but it wasn't up to me. They were looking the + other way, so they didn't notice my fish-line either. They weren't + noticing much of life as it appeared to me except their personal selves. I + thought if they wouldn't disturb me I wouldn't disturb them. At first I + didn't pay attention to what they were saying, because there was a chub + and a trout together after my bait, and I naturally was excited to see if + the trout would take it. But when I'd lost both of them I had time to + listen. + </p> + <p> + I wouldn't have believed it of Dr. Denbigh, to bother about a girl like + Peg, who can't do anything. And he's a whale, just a whale. He's six + feet-two, and strong as an ox. He went through West Point before he + degraded himself into a doctor, and he held the record there for + shot-putting, and was on the foot-ball team, and even now, when he's very + old and of course can't last long, he plays the best tennis in Eastridge. + He went to the Spanish War—quite awhile ago that was, but yet in + modern times—and he was at San Juan. You can see he's a Jim dandy—and + him to be wasting time on Peggy—it's sickening! Even for a girl + she's poor stuff. I don't mean, of course, that she's not all right in a + moral direction, and I wouldn't let anybody else abuse her. Everybody says + she's pretty, and I suppose she is, in a red-headed way, and she's awfully + kind, you know, but athletically—that's what I'm talking about—she + doesn't amount to a row of pins. She can't fish or play tennis or ride or + anything. + </p> + <p> + Yet all the same it's true, I distinctly heard him say he loved her better + than anything on earth. I don't think he could have meant better than + Rapscallion; he's awfully fond of that horse. Probably he forgot + Rapscallion for the moment. Anyhow, Peg was sniffling and saying how she + was going back to college—it was the Easter vacation—and how + she was only a stupid girl and he would forget her. And he said he'd never + forget her one minute all his life—which was silly, for I've often + forgotten really important things. Once I forgot to stop at Lorraine's for + a tin of hot gingerbread she'd had Sally make for me to entirely eat by + myself, and Alice got it and devoured it all up, the pig! Anyway, Dr. + Denbigh said that, and then Peggy sniffled some more, and I heard him ask + her: + </p> + <p> + “What is it, dear?” + </p> + <p> + “Dear,” your grandmother. She said, then, why wouldn't he let her be + engaged to him like anybody else, and it was hard on a girl to have to beg + a man to be engaged, and then he laughed a little and they didn't either + of them say anything for a while, but there were soft, rustling sounds—a + trout was after my bait, so I didn't listen carefully. When I noticed + again, Dr. Denbigh was saying how he was years and years older, and it was + his duty to take care of her and not allow her to make a mistake that + might ruin her life, and he wouldn't let her hurry into a thing she + couldn't get out of, and a lot more. Peg said that forty wasn't old, and + he was young enough for her, and she was certain, CERTAIN—I don't + know what she was certain of, but she was horribly obstinate about it. + </p> + <p> + And then Dr. Denbigh said: “If I only dared let you, dear—if I only + dared.” + </p> + <p> + And something about if she felt the same in two years, or a year, or + something—I can't remember all that truck—and they said the + same thing over a lot. I heard him murmur: + </p> + <p> + “Call me Jack, just once.” + </p> + <p> + And she murmured back, as if it was a stunt, “Jack”—and then + rustlings. I'd call him Jack all the afternoon if he liked. + </p> + <p> + Then, after another of those still games, Peggy said, “Ow!” as if + somebody'd pinched her, and that seemed such a queer remark that I stood + up to see what they were up to. Getting to my feet I swung the line around + and the bait flopped up the bank and hit Peg square in the mouth—I + give you my word I didn't mean to, but it was awfully funny! My! didn't + she squeal bloody murder? That's what makes a person despise Peggy. She's + no sort of sport. Another time I remember I had some worms in an envelope, + and I happened to feel them in my pocket, so I pulled out one and slid it + down the back of her neck, and you'd have thought I'd done something + awful. She yelped and wriggled and cried—she did—she actually + cried. And you wouldn't believe what she finished up by doing—she + went and took a bath! A whole bath—when she didn't have to! She + can't see a joke at all. Now Alice is a horrid meddler—she and + Maria. Yet Alice is a sport, and takes her medicine. I've seen that girl + with a beetle in her hair, which I put there, keep her teeth shut and not + make a sound—only a low gurgle—until she'd got him and slung + him out of the window. Then she lammed me, I tell you—I respected + her for it too—but she couldn't now, I'm stronger. + </p> + <p> + Oh, golly! Lorraine will cut down the cookies if I don't tell what + happened. I don't exactly know what was next, but Dr. Denbigh somehow had + me by the collar and gave me a yank, like a big dog does a little one. + </p> + <p> + “See here, you young limb,” he said, “I'm—I'm going to—” and + then he suddenly stopped and looked at Peggy and began to chuckle, and + Peggy laughed and turned lobster color, and put her face in her hands and + just howled. + </p> + <p> + Of course I grinned too, and then I glanced up at him lovingly and + murmured “Jack,” just like Peggy did. + </p> + <p> + That seemed to sober him, and he considered a minute. “Listen, Billy,” he + began, slowly; “we're in your power, but I'm going to trust you.” + </p> + <p> + I just hooted, because there wasn't much else he could do. But he didn't + smile, only his eyes sort of twinkled. + </p> + <p> + “Be calm, my son,” he said. “You're a gentleman, I believe, and all I need + do is to point out that what you've seen and heard is not your secret. I'm + sure you realize that it's unnecessary to ask you not to tell. Of course, + you'll never tell one word—NOT ONE WORD—” and he glared. + “That's understood, isn't it?” + </p> + <p> + I said, “Yep,” sort of scared. He's splendidly big and arrogant, and has + that man-eating look, but he's a peach all the same. + </p> + <p> + “Are we friends—and brothers?” he asked, and slid a look at Peg. + </p> + <p> + “Yep,” I said again, and I meant it. + </p> + <p> + “Shake,” said Dr. Denbigh, and we shook like two men. + </p> + <p> + That was about all that happened that day except about my fishing. There + was a very interesting—but I suppose Lorraine wouldn't care for + that. It was a good deal of a strain on my feelings not to tell Alice, but + of course I didn't. But once in awhile I would glance up at Dr. Denbigh + trustingly and murmur “Jack,” and he would be in a fit because I'd always + do it when the family just barely couldn't hear. As soon as Peg came home + from college we skipped to the mountains, and she went back from there to + college again, and I didn't have a fair show to get rises out of them + together, and in the urgency of 'steen things like pigeons and the new + puppy, I pretty nearly forgot their love's young dream. I didn't have a + surmise that I was going to be interwoven among it like I was. I saw Aunt + Elizabeth going out with Dr. Denbigh in his machine two or three times, + but she's a regular fusser with men, and he's got a kind heart, so I + wasn't wise to anything in that. The day Peg came home for Christmas she + was singing like the blue canaries down in the parlor, and I happened to + pass Aunt Elizabeth's door and she was lacing up her shoes. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, Billy, ask Peggy if she doesn't want to go for a walk, will you? + There's a lamb,” she called to me. + </p> + <p> + So I happened to have intelligence from pristine sources that they went + walking. And after that Peg had a grouch on and was off her feed the rest + of the vacation—nobody knew why—I didn't myself, even, and it + didn't occur to me that Aunt Elizabeth had probably been rubbing it in how + well she knew Dr. Denbigh. The last day Peggy was home, at the table, they + were chaffing Aunt Elizabeth about him, the way grown-ups do, instead of + talking about the facts of life and different kinds of horse-feed, which + is important in the winter. And I heard mother say in a “sort-of-vochy” + tone to Peggy: + </p> + <p> + “They really seem to be fond of each other. Perhaps there may be an + engagement to write you about, Peggy.” + </p> + <p> + I thought to myself that mother didn't know that Dr. Denbigh was + prejudiced to being engaged, but I didn't say anything—it's wise not + to say anything to your family beyond the necessary jargon of living. + Peggy seemed to think the same, for she didn't answer a syllabus, but + after dropping her glass of water into the fried potatoes which Lena was + kindly handing to her, she jumped and scooted. A few minutes later I + wanted her to sew a sail on a boat, so I tried her door and it was locked, + and then I knocked and she took an awfully long time simply to open that + door, and when she did her eyes were red and she was shivering as if she + was cold. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, Billy, Billy!” she said, and then, of all things, she grabbed me and + kissed me. + </p> +<div class="fig" style="width:50%;"> <img src="images/{0279}.jpg" alt="{0279}" width="100%" /><br /> </div> <h5> <a href="images/{0279}.jpg"> <img src="images/enlarge.jpg" alt="" /> </a> </h5> + + <p> + I wriggled loose, and I said: “Sew up this sail for me, will you? Hustle!” + </p> + <p> + But she didn't pay attention. “Oh, Billy, be a little good to me!” she + said. “I'm so wretched, and nobody knows but you. Oh, Billy—he likes + somebody better than me!” + </p> + <p> + “Who does?” I asked. “Father?” + </p> + <p> + She half laughed, a sort of sickly laugh. “No, Billy. Not father—he—Jack—Dr. + Denbigh. Oh, you know. Billy! You heard what mother said.” + </p> + <p> + “O—o—oh!” I answered her, in a contemplating slowness. “Oh—that's + so! Do you mind if he gets engaged to Aunt Elizabeth?” + </p> + <p> + “Do—I—MIND?” said Peggy, as if she was astonished. “Mind? + Billy, I'll love him till I die. It would break my heart.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh no, it wouldn't,” I told her, because I thought I'd sort of comfort + her. “That's truck. You can't break muscles just by loving. But I know how + you feel, because that's the way I felt when father gave that Irish setter + to the Tracys.” + </p> + <p> + She went on chattering her teeth as if she was cold, so I put the + table-cover around her. “You dear Billy,” she said. But that was stuff. + </p> + <p> + “I wouldn't bother,” I said. “Likely he's forgotten about you. I often + forget things myself.” That didn't seem to comfort her, for she began to + sob out loud. “Oh, now. Peg, don't cry,” I observed to her. “He probably + likes Aunt Elizabeth better than you, don't you see? I think she's + prettier, myself. And, of course, she's a lot cleverer. She tells funny + stories and makes people laugh; you never do that—You're a good + sort, but quiet and not much fun, don't you see? Maybe he got plain tired + of you.” + </p> + <p> + But instead of being cheered up by my explaining things, she put her head + on the table and just yowled. Girls are a queer species. + </p> + <p> + “You're cruel, cruel!” she sobbed out, and you bet that surprised me—me + that was comforting her for all I was worth! I patted her on the back of + the neck, and thought hard what other soothings I could squeeze out. Then + I had an idea. “Tell you what, Peg,” I said, “it's too darned bad of Dr. + Denbigh, if he just did it for meanness, when you haven't done anything to + him. But maybe he got riled because you begged him so to let you be + engaged to him. Of course a man doesn't want to be bothered—if he + wants to get engaged he wants to, and if he doesn't want to he doesn't, + and that's all. I think probably Dr. Denbigh was afraid you'd be at him + again when you came home, so he hurried up and snatched Aunt Elizabeth.” + </p> + <p> + Peggy lifted her face and stared at me. She was a sight, with her eyes all + bunged up and her cheeks sloppy. “You think he IS engaged to her, do you, + Billy?” she asked me. + </p> + <p> + Her voice sort of shook, and I thought I'd better settle it for her one + way or the other, so I nodded and said, “Wouldn't be surprised,” and then, + if you'll believe it, that girl got angry—at ME. “Billy, you're + brutal—you're like any other man-thing—cold-blooded and + faithless—and—” And she began choking—choking again, and + I was disgusted and cleared out. + </p> + <p> + I was glad when she went off to college, because, though she's a + kind-hearted girl, she was so peevish and untalkative it made me tired. I + think people ought to be cheerful around their own homes. But the family + didn't seem to see it; there are such a lot of us that you have to blow a + trumpet before you get any special notice—except me, when I don't + wash my hands. Yet, what's the use of washing your hands when you're + certain to get them dirty again in five minutes? + </p> + <p> + Well, then, awhile ago Peggy wrote she was engaged to Harry Goward, and + there was great excitement in the happy home. My people are mobile in + their temperatures, anyway—a little thing stirs them up. I thought + it was queerish, but I didn't know but Peggy had changed her mind about + loving Dr. Denbigh till she died. I should think that was too long myself. + I was busy getting my saddle mended and a new bridle, so I didn't have + time for gossip. + </p> + <p> + Harry came to visit the family, and the minute I inspected him over I knew + he was a sissy. If you'll believe me, that grown-up man can't chin + himself. He sings and paints apple blossoms, but he fell three-cornered + over a fence that I vaulted. He may be fascinating, as Lorraine says, but + he isn't worth saving, in my judgments. I said so to Dr. Denbigh one day + when he picked me up in his machine and brought me home from school, and + he was sympathetic and asked intelligent questions—at least, some of + them were; some of them were just slow remarks about if Peggy seemed to be + very happy, and that sort of stuff that doesn't have any foundations. I + told him particularly that I like automobiles, and he thought a minute, + and then said: + </p> + <p> + “If you were going to be playing near the Whitman station to-morrow I'd + pick you up and take you on a twenty-mile spin. I'm lunching with some + people near Whitman, and going on to Elmville.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, pickles!” said I. “Will you, really? Of course, I'll be there. I'll + drive over with the expressman—he's a friend of mine—right + after lunch,” I said, “and I'll wait around the station for you.” + </p> + <p> + So I did that, and while I was waiting I saw Aunt Elizabeth coming—I + saw her first, so I hid—I was afraid if she saw me she'd find out I + was going with Dr. Denbigh and snatch him herself. I heard her sending a + crazy telegram to Harry Goward, and then I forgot all about it until I + wanted to distract Alice's mind off some cookies that I'd accumulated at + Lorraine's house. Alice is a pig. She never lets me stuff in peace. So I + told her about the telegram—I knew Alice would be perturbed with + that. She just loves to tell things, but she made me tell Peggy, and there + was a hullabaloo promptly. Nobody confided a word to me, and I didn't care + much, but I saw them all whispering in low tones and being very busy about + it, and Peg looking madder than a goat, and I guessed that Alice had made + me raise Cain. + </p> + <p> + Now, I've got to back up and start over. Golly! it's harder than you'd + think just to write down things the way they happened, like I promised + Lorraine. Let's see—Oh yes, of course—about Dr. Denbigh and + the bubble. I was in a fit for fear dear Aunt Elizabeth would linger + around till the doctor came, and then somehow I'd be minus one drive in a + machine. She didn't; she cleared out with solidity and despatch, and my + Aurora, as the school-teacher would say, came in his whirling car, and in + I popped, and we had a corking time. He let me drive a little. You see, + the machine is a—Oh, well, Lorraine said, specially, I was not to + describe automobiles. That seems such a stupid restrictiveness, but it's a + case of cookies, so I'll cut that out. + </p> + <p> + There really wasn't much else to tell, only that Dr. Denbigh started right + in and raked out the inmost linings of my soul about Peggy and Harry + Goward. It wasn't exactly cross-examination, because he wasn't cross, yet + he fired the questions at me like a cannon, and I answered quick, you bet. + Dr. Denbigh knows what he wants, and he means to get it. Just by accident + toward the last I let out about that day in the winter when they were + chaffing Aunt Elizabeth at the table about him, and how he'd taken her out + in the machine, and how mother had said there might be an engagement to + write Peggy about. + </p> + <p> + “Oh!” said Dr. Denbigh. “Oh!—oh!” + </p> + <p> + Funny, the way he went on saying, “Oh! Oh!” + </p> + <p> + I thought if that interested him he might like to hear about Peg throwing + a fit in her room after, so I told him that, and how I tried to comfort + her, and how unreasonable she was. And what do you suppose he said? He + looked at me a minute with his eyebrows away down, and his mouth jammed + together, and then he brought out: + </p> + <p> + “You little devil!” + </p> + <p> + That's not the worst he said, either. I guess mother wouldn't let me go + out with him if she knew he used profanity—Maria wouldn't, anyway. I + have decided I won't tell them. It's the only time I ever caught him. The + other thing is this. He said to himself—but out loud—I think + he had forgotten me: “So they made her believe I liked her aunt better.” + And then, in a minute: “She said it would break her heart—bless + her!” And two or three other interlocutory remarks like that, meaning + nothing in particular. And then all of a sudden he brought his fist down + on his knee with a bang and said, “Damn Aunt Elizabeth!”—not loud, + but compressed and explodingly, you know. I looked at him, and he said: + “Beg pardon. Billy. Your aunt's a very charming woman, but I mean it. I + only asked her to go out with me because she talked more about Peggy than + anybody else would,” he went on. + </p> + <p> + I thought a minute, and put two and two together pretty quick. “You mind + about Peggy's being engaged to Harry Goward, don't you?” I asked him; for + I saw right through him then. + </p> + <p> + He looked queer. “Yes, I mind,” he said. + </p> + <p> + “But you wouldn't be engaged to her yourself,” I propounded to him; and he + grinned, and said something about more things in heaven and earth, and + called me Horatio. I reckon he got struck crazy a minute. And then he made + me tell him further what Peggy said and what I said, and he laughed that + time about my comforting her, though I don't see why. It doesn't pay to + give up important things, to be kind and thoughtful in this world—nobody + appreciates it, and you are sure to be sorry you took the time. When I got + up-stairs, after comforting Peggy, my toad had jumped in the water-pitcher + and got about drowned—he never was the same toad after—and if + I hadn't stopped in Peg's room to do good it wouldn't have happened. And + Dr. Denbigh laughed at me besides. However, for an old chap of forty, he's + a peach. I'm not kicking at Dr. Denbigh. + </p> + <p> + Then let's see—(It makes me tired to go on writing this stuff—I + wish I was through. But the cookies! I see a vision of a mountain range of + cookies with currants on them—crumbly cookies. Up and at it again + for me!) + </p> + <p> + The next stunt I had a shy at was a letter that Harry Goward asked Alice + to give Peggy, and Alice gave it to me because she was up to something + else just that minute. She didn't look at the address, but you bet your + sweet life I did, when I heard it was from Harry Goward. I saw it was + addressed to Peg. Then I stuffed it in my pocket and plain forgot, because + I was in a hurry to go fishing with Sid Tracy. I put a chub on top of it + that I wanted to keep for bait, and when I pulled it out—the letter—the + chub hadn't helped much. The envelope was a little slimy. I said: “Gee!” + </p> + <p> + Sid said: “What's that?” + </p> + <p> + “A letter to my sister from that chump. Harry Goward,” said I. “I've got + to take it to her. Looks pretty sad now.” + </p> + <p> + Sid didn't like Harry Goward any more than I did, because he'd borrowed + Sid's best racket and left it out in the rain, and then just laughed. So + he said: “Not sad enough. Give it to me. I'll fix it.” + </p> + <p> + He had some molasses candy that he'd bit, and he rubbed that over it a + little, and then suddenly we heard Alice calling, and he crammed the + letter in his pocket, candy and all, and there were some other things in + there that stuck to it. We were so rattled when Alice appeared and + demanded that very letter in her lordly way that I forgot if I had it or + Sid, and I went all through my clothes looking for it, and then Sid found + it in his, and, oh, my! Miss Alice turned up her nose when she saw it. It + did look smudgy. + </p> + <p> + Sid hurriedly scrubbed it with his handkerchief, but even that didn't + really make it clean, and by that time you couldn't read the address. + Alice didn't ask me if I'd read it, or I'd have told her. + </p> + <p> + There was a fuss afterward in the family, but I kept clear of it. I + wouldn't have time to get through what I have to do if I attended to their + fusses, so all I knew was that it had something to do with that letter. + All the family were taking trains, like a procession, for two or three + days. I don't know why, so Lorraine can't expect me to write that down. + </p> + <p> + There's only one other event of great signification that I know about, and + nobody knows that except me and Dr. Denbigh and Peggy. It was this way. + The doctor saw me on the street one afternoon—I can't remember what + day it was—and stopped his machine and motioned to me to get in. You + bet I got. He shook hands with me just the way he would with father, and + not as if I were a contemptible puppy. + </p> + <p> + “Billy, my son, I want you to do something for me,” he said. + </p> + <p> + “All right,” said I. + </p> + <p> + “I've got to see Peggy,” he went on. “I've got to!” And he looked as + fierce as a circus tiger. “I can't sit still and not lift a finger and let + this wretched business go on. I won't lose her for any silly scruples.” + </p> + <p> + I didn't know what he was driving at, but I said, “I wouldn't, either,” in + a sympathetic manner. + </p> + <p> + “I've got to see her!” he fired at me again. + </p> + <p> + “Yep,” I said. “She's up at the house now. Come on.” But that didn't suit + him. He explained that she wouldn't look at him when the others were + around, and that she slid off and wormed out of his way, so he couldn't + get at her, anyhow. Just like a girl, wasn't it—not to face the + music? Well, anyway, he'd cooked up a plan that he wanted me to do, and I + promised I would. He wanted me to get Peggy to go up the river to their + former spooning-resort (only he put it differently), and he would be there + waiting and make Peggy talk to him, which he seemed to desire more than + honey in the honeycomb. + </p> + <p> + Lovers are a strange animal. I may be foolish, but I prefer toads. With + them you can tie a string around the hind leg, and you have got them. But + with lovers it's all this way one day and upside down the next, and + wondering what's hurt the feelings of her, and if he's got tired of you, + and polyandering around to get interviews up rivers when you could easier + sit on the piazza and talk—and all such. It seems to me that things + would go a lot simpler if everybody would cut out most of the feelings + department, and just eat their meals and look after their animals and play + all they get time for, and then go to sleep quietly. Fussing is such a + depravity. But they wouldn't do what I said, not if I told them, so I lie + low and think. + </p> + <p> + Next morning I harnessed the pony in the cart and said, “Peg—take a + drive with me—come on,” and Peg looked grattyfied, and mother said I + was a dear, thoughtful child, and grandma said it would do the girl good, + and I was a noble lad. So I got encombiums all round for once. Only Aunt + Elizabeth—she looked thoughtful. + </p> + <p> + I rattled Hotspur—that's the pony—out to the happy + hunting-ground by the river, till I saw Dr. Denbigh's gray cap behind a + bush, and I rightly argued that his manly form was hitched onto it, for he + arose up in his might as I stopped the cart. Peggy gasped and said, “Oh—oh! + We must go home. Oh, Billy, drive on!” Which Billy didn't do, not so you'd + notice it. Then the doctor said, in his I-am-the-Ten-Commandments manner, + “Get out, Peggy,” and held his hand. + </p> + <p> + And Peggy said, “I won't—I can't,” and immediately did, the goose. + </p> + <p> + Then he looked at me in a funny, fierce way he has, with his eyebrows away + down, only you know he's pleasant because his eyes jiggle. + </p> + <p> + “Billy, my son,” he said, “will you kindly deprive us of the light of your + presence for one hour by the clock? Here's my timepiece—one hour. + Go!” And he gave Hotspur a slap so he leaped. + </p> + <p> + Dr. Denbigh is the most different person from Harry Goward I know. + </p> + <p> + Well, I drove round by the Red Bridge, and was gone an hour and twelve + minutes, and I thought they'd be missing me and in a fit to get home, so I + just raced Hotspur the last mile. + </p> + <p> + “I'm awfully sorry I'm so late,” said I. “I got looking at some pigs, so I + forgot. I'm sorry,” said I. + </p> + <p> + Peg looked up at me as if she couldn't remember who I was, and inquired, + wonderingly: “Is it an hour yet?” + </p> + <p> + And Dr. Denbigh said, “Great Scott! boy, you needn't have hurried!” + </p> + <p> + That's lovers all over. + </p> + <p> + And they hadn't finished yet, if you'll believe me. Dr. Denbigh went on + talking as they stood up, just as if I wasn't living. “You won't promise + me?” he asked her. + </p> + <p> + And she said: “Oh, Jack, how can I? I don't know what to do—but I'm + engaged to him—that's a solemn thing.” + </p> + <p> + “Solemn nonsense,” said the doctor. “You don't love him—you never + did—you never could. Be a woman, dearest, and end this wretched + mess.” + </p> + <p> + “I never would have thought I loved him if I hadn't believed I'd lost + you,” Peggy ruminated to herself. “But I must think—” As if she + hadn't thunk for an hour! + </p> + <p> + “How long must you think?” the doctor fired at her. + </p> + <p> + “Don't be cross at me,” said she, like a baby, and that big capable man + picked up her hand and kissed it—shame on him! + </p> + <p> + “No, no, dear,” he said, as meek as pie. “I'll wait—only you MUST + decide the right way, and remember that I'm waiting, and that it's hard.” + </p> + <p> + Then he put her into the cart clingingly—I'd have chucked her—and + I leaned over toward him the last thing and threw my head lovingly on one + side and rolled my eyes up and murmured at him, “Good-bye, Jack,” and + started Hotspur before he could hit me. + </p> + <p> + Now, thank the stars, there's just one or two little items more that I've + got to write. One is what I heard mother tell father when they were on the + front piazza alone, and I was teaching the puppy to beg, right in sight of + them on the grass. They think I'm an earless freak, maybe. She told him + that dear Peggy was growing into such a strong, splendid woman; that she'd + been talking to her, and she thought the child would be able to give up + her weak, vacillating lover with hardly a pang, because she realized that + he was unworthy of her; that Peg had said she couldn't marry a man she + didn't admire—and wasn't that noble of her? Noble, your grandmother—to + give up a perfect lady like Harry Goward, when she's got a real man up her + sleeve! I'd have made them sit up and take notice if I hadn't promised not + to tell. Which reminds me that I ought to explain how I got Dr. Denbigh to + let me write this for Lorraine. I put it to him strongly, you see, about + the cookies, and at first he said. + </p> + <p> + “Not on your life! Not in a thousand years!” And then— + </p> + <p> + But what's the use of writing that? Lorraine is on to all that. But, my + pickles! won't there be a circus when Alice finds out that I've known + things she didn't! Won't Alice be hopping—gee! + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0011" id="link2H_4_0011"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + XI. PEGGY, by Alice Brown + </h2> + <p> + “Remember,” said Charles Edward—he had run in for a minute on his + way home from the office where he has been clearing out his desk, “for + good and all,” he tells us—“remember, next week will see us out of + this land of the free and home of the talkative.” He meant our sailing. I + shall be glad to be with him and Lorraine. “And whatever you do. Peg, + don't talk, except to mother. Talk to her all you want to. Mother has the + making of a woman in her. If mother'd been a celibate, she'd have been, + also, a peach.” + </p> + <p> + “But I don't want to talk,” said I. “I don't want to talk to anybody.” + </p> + <p> + “Good for you,” said Charles Edward. “Now I'll run along.” + </p> + <p> + I sat there on the piazza watching him, thinking he'd been awfully good to + me, and feeling less bruised, somehow, than I do when the rest of the + family advise me—except mother! And I saw him stop, turn round as if + he were coming back, and then settle himself and plant his feet wide + apart, as he does when the family question him about business. Then I saw + somebody in light blue through the trees, and I knew it was Aunt + Elizabeth. Alice was down in the hammock reading and eating cookies, and + she saw her, too. Alice threw the book away and got her long legs out of + the hammock and ran. I thought she was coming into the house to hide from + Aunt Elizabeth. That's what we all do the first minute, and then we + recover ourselves and go down and meet her. But Alice dropped on her knees + by my chair and threw her arms round me. + </p> + <p> + “Forgive, Peggy,” she moaned. “Oh, forgive!” + </p> + <p> + I saw she had on my fraternity pin, and I thought she meant that. So I + said, “You can wear it today”; but she only hugged me the tighter and ran + on in a rigmarole I didn't understand. + </p> + <p> + “She's coming, and she'll get it out of Lorraine, and they'll all be down + on us.” + </p> + <p> + Charles Edward and Aunt Elizabeth stood talking together, and just then I + saw her put her hand on his shoulder. + </p> + <p> + “She's trying to come round him,” said Alice. + </p> + <p> + I began to see she was really in earnest now. “He's squirming. Oh, Peggy, + maybe she's found it out some way, and she's telling him, and they'll tell + you, and you'll think I am false as hell!” + </p> + <p> + I knew she didn't mean anything by that word, because whenever she says + such things they're always quotations. She began to cry real tears. + </p> + <p> + “It was Billy put it into my head,” said she, “and Lorraine put it into + his. Lorraine wanted him to write out exactly what he knew, and he didn't + know anything except about the telegram and how the letter got wuzzled, + and I told him I'd help him write it as it ought to be 'if life were a + banquet and beauty were wine'; but I told him we must make him say in it + how he'd got to conceal it from me, or they'd think we got it up together. + So I wrote it,” said Alice, “and Billy copied it.” + </p> + <p> + Perhaps I wasn't nice to the child, for I couldn't listen to her. I was + watching Charles Edward and Aunt Elizabeth, and saying to myself that + mother'd want me to sit still and meet Aunt Elizabeth when she came—“like + a good girl,” as she used to say to me when I was little and begged to get + out of hard things. Alice went on talking and gasping. + </p> + <p> + “Peg,” she said, “he's perfectly splendid—Dr. Denbigh is.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, dear,” said I, “he's very nice.” + </p> + <p> + “I've adored him for years,” said Alice. “I could trust him with my whole + future. I could trust him with yours.” + </p> + <p> + Then I laughed. I couldn't help it. And Alice was hurt, for some reason, + and got up and held her head high and went into the house. And Aunt + Elizabeth came up the drive, and that is how she found me laughing. She + had on a lovely light-blue linen. Nobody wears such delicate shades as + Aunt Elizabeth. I remember, one day, when she came in an embroidered + pongee over Nile-green, father groaned, and grandmother said: “What is it, + Cyrus? Have you got a pain?” “Yes,” said father, “the pain I always have + when I see sheep dressed lamb fashion.” Grandmother laughed, but mother + said: “Sh!” Mother's dear. + </p> + <p> + This time Aunt Elizabeth had on a great picture-hat with light-blue + ostrich plumes; it was almost the shape of her lavender one that Charles + Edward said made her look like a coster's bride. When she bent over me and + put both arms around me the plumes tickled my ear. I think that was why I + was so cross. I wriggled away from her and said: “Don't!” + </p> + <p> + Aunt Elizabeth spoke quite solemnly. “Dear child!” she said, “you are + broken, indeed.” + </p> + <p> + And I began to feel again just as I had been feeling, as if I were in a + show for everybody to look at, and I found I was shaking all over, and was + angry with myself because of it. She had drawn up a chair, and she held + both my hands. + </p> + <p> + “Peggy,” said she, “haven't you been to the hospital to see that poor dear + boy?” + </p> + <p> + I didn't have to answer, for there was a whirl on the gravel, and Billy, + on his bicycle, came riding up with the mail. He threw himself off his + wheel and plunged up the steps as he always does, pretended to tickle his + nose with Aunt Elizabeth's feathers as he passed behind her, and whispered + to me: “Shoot the hat!” But he had heard Aunt Elizabeth asking if I were + not going to see that poor dear boy, and he said, as if he couldn't help + it: + </p> + <p> + “Huh! I guess if she did she wouldn't get in. His mother's walking up and + down front of the hospital when she ain't with him, and she's got a hook + nose and white hair done up over a roll and an eye-glass on a stick, and I + guess there won't be no nimps and shepherdesses get by HER.” + </p> + <p> + Aunt Elizabeth stood and thought for a minute, and her eyes looked as they + do when she stares through you and doesn't see you at all. Alice asked + Charles Edward once if he thought she was sorrowing o'er the past when she + had that look, and he said: “Bless you, chile, no more than a gentle + industrious spider. She's spinning a web.” But in a minute mother had + stepped out on the piazza, and I felt as if she had come to my rescue. It + was the way she used to come when I broke my doll or tore my skirt. But we + didn't look at each other, mother and I. We didn't mean Aunt Elizabeth + should see there was anything to rescue me from. Aunt Elizabeth turned to + mother, and seemed to pounce upon her. + </p> + <p> + “Ada,” said she, “has my engagement been announced?” + </p> + <p> + “Not to my knowledge,” said mother. She spoke with a great deal of + dignity. “I understood that the name of the gentleman had been withheld.” + </p> + <p> + “Withheld!” repeated Aunt Elizabeth. “What do you mean by 'withheld'? + Billy, whom are those letters for?” + </p> + <p> + In spite of ourselves mother and I started. Letters have begun to seem + rather tragic to us. + </p> + <p> + “One's the gas-bill,” said Billy, “and one's for you.” Aunt Elizabeth took + the large, square envelope and tore it open. Then she looked at mother and + smiled a little and tossed her head. + </p> + <p> + “This is from Lyman Wilde,” said she. + </p> + <p> + I thought I had never seen Aunt Elizabeth look so young. It must have + meant something more to mother than it did to me, for she stared at her a + minute very seriously. + </p> + <p> + “I am truly glad for you, Elizabeth,” she said. Then she turned to me. + “Daughter,” said she, “I shall need you about the salad.” + </p> + <p> + She smiled at me and went in. I knew what that meant. She was giving me a + chance to follow her, if I needed to escape. But there was hardly time. I + was at the door when Aunt Elizabeth rustled after so quickly that it + sounded like a flight. There on the piazza she put her arms about me. + </p> + <p> + “Child!” she whispered. “Child! Verlassen! Verlassen!” + </p> + <p> + I drew away a little and looked at her. Then I thought: “Why, she is old!” + But I hadn't understood. I knew the word was German, and I hadn't taken + that in the elective course. + </p> + <p> + “What is it. Aunt Elizabeth?” I asked. I had a feeling I mustn't leave + her. She smiled a little—a queer, sad smile. + </p> + <p> + “Peggy,” said she, “I want you to read this letter.” She gave it to me. It + was written on very thick gray paper with rough edges, and there was a + margin of two inches at the left. The handwriting was beautiful, only not + very clear, and when I had puzzled over it for a minute she snatched it + back again. + </p> + <p> + “I'll read it to you,” said she. + </p> + <p> + Well, I thought it was a most beautiful letter. The gentleman said she had + always been the ideal of his life. He owed everything—and by + everything he meant chiefly his worship of beauty—to her. He asked + her to accept his undying devotion, and to believe that, however far + distance and time should part them, he was hers and hers only. He said he + looked back with ineffable contempt upon the days when he had hoped to + build a nest and see her beside him there. Now he had reached the true + empyrean, and he could only ask to know that she, too, was winging her + bright way into regions where he, in another life, might follow and sing + beside her in liquid, throbbing notes to pierce the stars. He ended by + saying that he was not very fit—the opera season had been a + monumental experience this year—and he was taking refuge with an + English brotherhood to lead, for a time, a cloistered life instinct with + beauty and its worship, but that there as everywhere he was hers + eternally. How glad I was of the verbal memory I have been so often + praised for! I knew almost every word of that lovely letter by heart after + the one reading. I shall never forget it. + </p> + <p> + “Well?” said Aunt Elizabeth. She was looking at me, and again I saw how + long it must have been since she was young. “Well, what do you think of + it?” + </p> + <p> + I told the truth. “Oh,” said I, “I think it's a beautiful letter!” + </p> + <p> + “You do!” said Aunt Elizabeth. “Does it strike you as being a + love-letter!” + </p> + <p> + I couldn't answer fast enough. “Why, Aunt Elizabeth,” I said, “he tells + you so. He says he loves you eternally. It's beautiful!” + </p> + <p> + “You fool!” said Aunt Elizabeth. “You pink-cheeked little fool! You + haven't opened the door yet—not any door, not one of them—oh, + you happy, happy fool!” She called through the window (mother was + arranging flowers there for tea): “Ada, you must telephone the Banner. My + engagement is not to be announced.” Then she turned to me. “Peggy'” said + she, in a low voice, as if mother was not to hear, “to-morrow you must + drive with me to Whitman.” + </p> + <p> + Something choked me in my throat: either fear of her or dread of what she + meant to make me do. But I looked into her face and answered with all the + strength I had: “Aunt Elizabeth, I sha'n't go near the hospital.” + </p> + <p> + “Don't you think it's decent for you to call on Mrs. Goward?” she asked. + </p> + <p> + She gave me a little shake. It made me angry. “It may be decent,” I said, + “but I sha'n't do it.” + </p> + <p> + “Very well,” said Aunt Elizabeth. Her voice was sweet again. “Then I must + do it for you. Nobody asks you to see Harry himself. I'll run in and have + a word with him—but, Peggy, you simply must pay your respects to + Mrs. Goward.” + </p> + <p> + “No! no! no!” I heard myself answering, as if I were in some strange + dream. Then I said: “Why, it would be dreadful! Mother wouldn't let me!” + </p> + <p> + Aunt Elizabeth came closer and put her hands on my shoulders. She has a + little fragrance about her, not like flowers, but old laces, perhaps, that + have been a long time in a drawer with orris and face-powder and things. + “Peggy,” said she, “never tell your mother I asked you.” + </p> + <p> + I felt myself stiffen. She was whispering, and I saw she meant it. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, Peggy! don't tell your mother. She is not—not simpatica. I + might lose my home here, my only home. Peggy, promise me.” + </p> + <p> + “Daughter!” mother was calling from the dining-room. + </p> + <p> + I slipped away from Aunt Elizabeth's hands. “I promise,” said I. “You sha'n't + lose your home.” + </p> + <p> + “Daughter!” mother called again, and I went in. + </p> + <p> + That night at supper nobody talked except father and mother, and they did + every minute, as if they wanted to keep the rest of us from speaking a + word. It was all about the Works. Father was describing some new designs + he had accepted, and telling how Charles Edward said they would do very + well for the trimmings of a hearse, and mother coughed and said Charles + Edward's ideas were always good, and father said not where the market was + concerned. Aunt Elizabeth had put on a white dress, and I thought she + looked sweet, because she was sad and had made her face quite pale; but I + was chiefly busy in thinking how to escape before anybody could talk to + me. It doesn't seem safe nowadays to speak a word, because we don't know + where it will lead us. Alice, too, looked pale, poor child! and kept + glancing at me in a way that made me so sorry. I wanted to tell her I + didn't care about her pranks and Billy's, whatever they were. And whatever + she had written, it was sure to be clever. The teacher says Alice has a + positive genius for writing, and before many years she'll be in all the + magazines. When supper was over I ran up-stairs to my room. I sat down by + the window in the dark and wondered when the moon would rise. I felt + excited—as if something were going to happen. And in spite of all + the dreadful things that had happened to us, and might keep on happening, + I felt as if I could die with joy. There were steps on the porch below my + window. I heard father's voice. + </p> + <p> + “That's ridiculous, Elizabeth,” he said—“ridiculous! If it's a good + thing for other girls to go to college, it's been a good thing for her.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah,” said Aunt Elizabeth, “but is it a good thing?” + </p> + <p> + Then I knew they were talking about me, and I put my fingers in my ears + and said the Latin prepositions. I have been talked about enough. They may + talk, but I won't hear. By-and-by I took my fingers out and listened. They + had gone in, and everything was still. Then I began to think it over. Was + it a bad thing for me to go to college? I'm different from what I was + three years ago, but I should have been different if I'd stayed at home. + For one thing, I'm not so shy. I remember the first day I came out of a + class-room and Stillman Dane walked up to me and said; “So you're Charlie + Ned's sister!” I couldn't look at him. I stood staring down at my + note-book, and now I should say, quite calmly: “Oh, you must be Mr. Dane? + I believe you teach psychology.” But I stood and stared. I believe I + looked at my hands for a while and wished I hadn't got ink on my + forefinger—and he had to say: “I'm the psychology man. Charlie Ned + and I were college friends. He wrote me about you.” But though I didn't + look at him that first time, I thought he had the kindest voice that ever + was—except mother's—and perhaps that was why I selected + psychology for my specialty. I was afraid I might be stupid, and I knew he + was kind. And then came that happy time when I was getting acquainted with + everybody, and Mr. Dane was always doing things for me. “I'm awfully fond + of Charlie Ned, you know,” he told me. “You must let me take his place.” + Then Mr. Goward told me all those things at the dance, how he had found + life a bitter waste, how he had been betrayed over and over by the vain + and worldly, and how his heart was dead and nobody could bring it to life + but me. He said I was his fate and his guiding-star, and since love was a + mutual flame that meant he was my fate, too. But it seemed as if that were + the beginning of all my bad luck, for about that time Stillman Dane was + different, and one day he stopped me in the yard when I was going to + chapel. + </p> + <p> + “Miss Peggy,” said he, “don't let's quarrel.” + </p> + <p> + He held out his hand, and I gave him mine quickly. + </p> + <p> + “No,” said I, “I'm not quarrelling.” + </p> + <p> + “I want to ask you something,” said he. “You must answer, truly. If I have + a friend and she's doing something foolish, should I tell her? Should I + write to her brother and tell him?” + </p> +<div class="fig" style="width:50%;"> <img src="images/{0315}.jpg" alt="{0315}" width="100%" /><br /> </div> <h5> <a href="images/{0315}.jpg"> <img src="images/enlarge.jpg" alt="" /> </a> </h5> + + <p> + “Why,” said I, “do you mean me?” Then I understood. “You think I'm not + doing very well in my psychology,” I said. “You think I've made a wrong + choice.” I looked at him then. I never saw him look just so. He had my + hand, and now I took it away. But he wouldn't talk about the psychology. + </p> + <p> + “Peggy,” said he, “do your people know Goward?” + </p> + <p> + “They will in vacation,” I said. “He's going home with me. We're engaged, + you know.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh!” said he. “Oh! Then it is true. Let him meet Charles Edward at once, + will you? Tell Charles Edward I particularly want him to know Goward.” His + voice sounded sharp and quick, and he turned away and left me. But I + didn't give his message to Charles Edward, and somehow, I don't know why, + I didn't talk about him after I came home. “Dane never wrote me whether he + looked you up,” said Charles Edward one day. “Not very civil of him.” But + even then I couldn't tell him. Mr. Dane is one of the people I never can + talk about as if they were like everybody else. Perhaps that is because he + is so kind in a sort of intimate, beautiful way. And when I went back + after vacation he had resigned, and they said he had inherited some money + and gone away, and after he went I never understood the psychology at all. + Mr. Goward used to laugh at me for taking it, only he said I could get + honors in anything, my verbal memory is so good. But I told him, and it is + true, that the last part of the book is very dull. While I was going over + all this, still with that strange excited feeling of happiness, I heard + Aunt Elizabeth's voice from below. She was calling, softly: “Peggy! Peggy! + Are you up there?” + </p> + <p> + I got on my feet just as quietly as I could, and slipped through mother's + room and down the back stairs. Mother was in the vegetable garden watering + the transplanted lettuce. I ran out to her. “Mother,” I said, “may I go + over to Lorraine's and spend the night?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, lamb,” said mother. That's a good deal for mother to say. + </p> + <p> + “I'll run over now,” I told her. “I won't stop to take anything. Lorraine + will give me a nightie.” + </p> + <p> + I went through the vegetable garden to the back gate and out into the + street. There I drew a long breath. I don't know what I thought Aunt + Elizabeth could do to me, but I felt safe. Then—I could laugh at it + all, because it seems as if I must have been sort of crazy that night—I + began to run as if I couldn't get there fast enough. But when I got to the + steps I heard Lorraine laughing, and I stopped to listen to see whether + any one was there. + </p> + <p> + “I tell Peter,” said she, “that it's his opportunity. Don't you remember + the Great Magician's story of the man who was always afraid he should miss + his opportunity? And the opportunity came, and, sure enough, the man + didn't know it, and it slipped by. Well, that mustn't be Peter.” + </p> + <p> + “It musn't be any of us,” said a voice. “Things are mighty critical, + though. It's as if everybody, the world and the flesh and the Whole + Family, had been blundering round and setting their feet down as near as + they could to a flower. But the flower isn't trampled yet. We'll build a + fence round it.” My heart beat so fast that I had to put my hand over it. + I wondered if I were going to have heart-failure, and I knew grandmother + would say, “Digitalis!” When I thought of that I laughed, and Lorraine + called out, “Who's there?” She came to the long window. “Why, Peggy, + child,” said she, “come in.” She had me by the hand and led me forward. + They got up as I stepped in, Charles Edward and Stillman Dane. Then I knew + why I was glad. If Stillman Dane had been here all these dreadful things + would not have happened, because he is a psychologist, and he would have + understood everybody at once and influenced them before they had time to + do wrong. + </p> + <p> + “Jove!” said Charles Edward. “Don't you look handsome, Peg!” + </p> + <p> + “Goose!” said Lorraine, as if she wanted him to be still. “A good neat + girl is always handsome. There's an epigram for you. And Peggy's hair is + loose in three places. Let me fix it for you, child.” + </p> + <p> + So we all laughed, and Lorraine pinned me up in a queer, tender way, as if + she were mother dress-me for something important, and we sat down, and + began to talk about college. I am afraid Stillman Dane and I did most of + the talking, for Lorraine and Charles Edward looked at each other and + smiled a little, in a fashion they have, as if they understood each other, + and Lorraine got up to show him the bag she had bought that day for the + steamer; and while she was holding it out to him and asking him if it cost + too much, she stopped short and called out, sharply, “Who's there?” I + laughed. “Lorraine has the sharpest ears,” I said. “Ears!” said Lorraine. + “It isn't ears. I smell orris. She's coming. Mr. Dane, will you take Peggy + out of that window into the garden? Don't yip, either of you, while you're + within gunshot, and don't appear till I tell you.” + </p> + <p> + “Lorraine!” came a voice, softly, from the front walk. It was Aunt + Elizabeth. She has a way of calling to announce herself in a sweet, cooing + tone. I said to Charles Edward once it was like a dove, and he said: “No, + my child, not doves, but woodcock.” Alice giggled and called out, quite + loudly, '“Springes to catch woodcock!'” And he shook his head at her and + said, “You all-knowing imp! isn't even Shakespeare hidden from you?” But + now the voice didn't sound sweet to me at all, because I wanted to get + away. We rose at the same minute, Mr. Dane and I, and Lorraine seemed to + waft us from the house on a kind little wind. At the foot of the steps we + stopped for fear the gravel should crunch, and while we waited for Aunt + Elizabeth to go in the other way I looked at Mr. Dane to see if he wanted + to laugh as much as I. He did. His eyes were full of fun and pleasure, and + he gave me a little nod, as if we were two children going to play a game + we knew all about. Then I heard Aunt Elizabeth's voice inside. It was low + and broken—what Charles Edward called once her “come-and-comfort-me” + voice. + </p> + <p> + “Dears,” said she, “you are going abroad?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” Charles Edward answered. “Yes, it looks that way now.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” said Lorraine, rather sharply, I thought, as if she meant to show + him he ought to be more decisive, “we are.” + </p> + <p> + “Dears,” Aunt Elizabeth went on, “will you take me with you?” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Dane started as if he meant to go back into the house. I must have + started, too, and my heart beat hard. There was a silence of a minute, two + minutes, three perhaps. Then I heard Charles Edward speak, in a voice I + didn't know he had. + </p> + <p> + “No, Aunt Elizabeth, no. Not so you'd notice it.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Dane gave a nod as if he were relieved, and we both began tiptoeing + down the path in the dark. But it wasn't dark any more. The moon was + coming through the locust-trees, and I smelled the lindens by the wall. + “Oh,” I said, “it's summer, isn't it? I don't believe I've thought of + summer once this year.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” said he, “and there never was a summer such as this is going to + be.” + </p> + <p> + I knew he was very athletic, but I don't believe I'd thought how much he + cared for out-of-doors. “Come down here,” I said. “This is Lorraine's + jungle. There's a seat in it, and we can smell the ferns.” + </p> + <p> + Charles Edward had been watering the garden, and everything was sweet. + Thousands of odors came out such as I never smelled before. And all the + time the moon was rising. After we had sat there awhile, talking a little + about college, about my trip abroad, I suddenly found I could not go on. + There were tears in my eyes. I felt as if so good a friend ought to know + how I had behaved—for I must have been very weak and silly to make + such a mistake. He ought to hear the worst about me. “Oh,” I said, “do you + know what happened to me?” + </p> + <p> + He made a little movement toward me with both hands. Then he took them + back and sat quite still and said, in that kind voice: “I know you are + going abroad, and when you come back you will laugh at the dolls you + played with when you were a child.” But I cried, softly, though, because + it was just as if I were alone, thinking things out and being sorry, sorry + for myself—and ashamed. Until now I'd never known how ashamed I was. + “Don't cry, child,” he was saying. “For God's sake, don't cry!” I think it + came over me then, as it hadn't before, that all that part of my life was + spoiled. I'd been engaged and thought I liked somebody, and now it was all + over and done. “I don't know what I'm crying for,” I said, at last, when I + could stop. “I suppose it's because I'm different now, different from the + other girls, different from myself. I can't ever be happy any more.” + </p> + <p> + He spoke, very quickly. “Is it because you liked Goward so much?” + </p> + <p> + “Like him!” I said. “Like Harry Goward? Why, I—” There I stopped, + because I couldn't think of any word small enough, and I think he + understood, for he laughed out quickly. + </p> + <p> + “Now,” said he, “I'm a psychologist. You remember that, don't you? It used + to impress you a good deal.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh,” said I, “it does impress me. Nobody has ever seemed so wise as you. + Nobody!” + </p> + <p> + “Then it's understood that I'm a sage from the Orient. I know the workings + of the human mind. And I tell you a profound truth: that the only way to + stop thinking of a thing is to stop thinking of it. Now, you're not to + think of Goward and all this puppet-show again. Not a minute. Not an + instant. Do you hear?” He sounded quite stern, and I answered as if I had + been in class. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “You are to think of Italy, and how blue the sea is—and Germany, and + how good the beer is—and Charlie Ned and Lorraine, and what trumps + they are. Do you hear?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir,” said I, and because I knew we were going to part and there + would be nobody else to advise me in the same way, I went on in a great + hurry for fear there should not be time. “I can't live at home even after + we come back. I could never be pointed at, like Aunt Elizabeth, and have + people whisper and say I've had a disappointment. I must make my own life. + I must have a profession. Do you think I could teach? Do you think I could + learn to teach—psychology?” + </p> + <p> + He didn't answer for a long time, and I didn't dare look at him, though + the moon was so bright now that I could see how white his hand was, lying + on his knee, and the chasing of the ring on his little finger. It had been + his mother's engagement ring, he told me once. But he spoke, and very + gently and seriously. “I am sure you could teach some things. Whether + psychology—but we can talk of that later. There'll be lots of time. + It proves I am going over on the same steamer with Charlie Ned and + Lorraine and you.” + </p> + <p> + “You are!” I cried. “Why, I never heard of anything so—” I couldn't + find the word for it, but everything stopped being puzzling and unhappy + and looked clear and plain. + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” said he. “It's very convenient, isn't it? We can talk over your + future, and you could even take a lesson or two in psychology. But I fancy + we shall have a good deal to do looking for porpoises and asking what the + run is. People are terribly busy at sea.” + </p> + <p> + Then it occurred to me that he had never been here before, and why was he + here now? “How did you happen to come?” I asked. I suppose I really felt + as if God sent him. + </p> + <p> + “Why,” said he, “why—” Then he laughed. “Well,” said he, “to tell + the truth, I was going abroad if—if certain things happened, and I + needed to make sure. I didn't want to write, so I ran down to see Charlie + Ned.” + </p> + <p> + “But could he tell you?” said I. “And had they happened?” + </p> + <p> + He laughed, as if at something I needn't share. “No,” he said, “the things + weren't going to happen. But I decided to go abroad.” + </p> + <p> + I was “curiouser and curiouser,” as Lorraine says. + </p> + <p> + “But,” I insisted, “what had Charles Edward to do with it?” + </p> + <p> + There were a great many pauses that night as if, I think, he didn't know + what was wise to say. I should imagine it would always be so with + psychologists. They understand so well what effect every word will have. + </p> + <p> + “Well, to tell the truth,” he answered, at last, in a kind, darling way, + “I wanted to make sure all was well with my favorite pupil before I left + the country. I couldn't quite go without it.” + </p> + <p> + “Mr. Dane,” I said, “you don't mean me?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” he answered, “I mean you.” + </p> + <p> + I could have danced and sung with happiness. “Oh,” said I, “then I must + have been a better scholar than I thought. I feel as if I could teach + psychology—this minute.” + </p> + <p> + “You could,” said he, “this minute.” And we both laughed and didn't know, + after all, what we were laughing at—at least I didn't. But suddenly + I was cold with fear. + </p> + <p> + “Why,” I said, “if you've only really decided to go to-night, how do you + know you can get a passage on our ship?” + </p> + <p> + “Because, sweet Lady Reason,” said he, “I used Charlie Ned's telephone and + found out.” (That was a pretty name—sweet Lady Reason.) + </p> + <p> + We didn't talk any more then for a long time, because suddenly the moon + seemed so bright and the garden so sweet. But all at once I heard a step + on the gravel walk, and I knew who it was. “That's Charles Edward,” I + said. “He's been home with Aunt Elizabeth. We must go in.” + </p> + <p> + “No!” said he. “No, Peggy. There won't be such another night.” Then he + laughed quickly and got up. “Yes,” he said, “there will be such nights—over + and over again. Come, Peggy, little psychologist, we'll go in.” + </p> + <p> + We found Lorraine and Charles Edward standing in the middle of the room, + holding hands and looking at each other. “You're a hero,” Lorraine was + saying, “and a gentleman and a scholar and my own particular Peter.” + </p> + <p> + “Don't admire me,” said Charles Edward, “or you'll get me so bellicose I + shall have to challenge Lyman Wilde. Poor old chap! I believe to my soul + he's had the spirit to make off.” + </p> + <p> + “Speak gently of Lyman Wilde,” said Lorraine. “I never forget what we owe + him. Sometimes I burn a candle to his photograph. I've even dropped a tear + before it. Well, children?” She turned her bright eyes on us as if she + liked us very much, and we two stood facing them two, and it all seemed + quite solemn. Suddenly Charles Edward put out his hand and shook Mr. + Dane's, and they both looked very much moved, as grandmother would say. I + hadn't known they liked each other so well. + </p> + <p> + “Do you know what time it is?” said Lorraine. “Half-past eleven by + Shrewsbury clock. I'll bake the cakes and draw the ale.” + </p> + <p> + “Gee whiz!” said Mr. Dane. I'd never heard things like that. It sounded + like Billy, and I liked it. “I've got to catch that midnight train.” + </p> + <p> + For a minute it seemed as if we all stood shouting at one another, + Lorraine asking him to stay all night, Charles Edward giving him a cigar + to smoke on the way, I explaining to Lorraine that I'd sleep on the parlor + sofa and leave the guest-room free, and Mr. Dane declaring he'd got a + million things to do before sailing. Then he and Charles Edward dashed out + into the night, as Alice would say, and I should have thought it was a + dream that he'd been there at all except that I felt his touch on my hand. + And Lorraine put her arms round me and kissed me and said, “Now, you sweet + child, run up-stairs and look at the moonlight and dream—and dream—and + dream.” + </p> + <p> + I don't know whether I slept that night; but, if I did, I did not dream. + </p> + <p> + The next forenoon I waited until eleven o'clock before I went home. I + wanted to be sure Aunt Elizabeth was safely away at Whitman. Yet, after + all, I did not dread her now. I had been told what to do. Some one was + telling me of a song the other day, “Command me, dear.” I had been + commanded to stop thinking of all those things I hated. I had done it. + Mother met me at the steps. She seemed a little anxious, but when she had + put her hand on my shoulder and really looked at me she smiled the way I + love to see her smile. “That's a good girl!” said she. Then she added, + quickly, as if she thought I might not like it and ought to know at once, + “Aunt Elizabeth saw Dr. Denbigh going by to Whitman, and she asked him to + take her over.” + </p> + <p> + “Did she?” said I. “Oh, mother, the old white rose is out!” + </p> + <p> + “There they are, back again,” said mother. “He's leaving her at the gate.” + </p> + <p> + Well, we both waited for Aunt Elizabeth to come up the path. I picked the + first white rose and made mother smell it, and when I had smelled it + myself I began to sing under my breath, “Come into the garden, Maud,” + because I remembered last night. + </p> + <p> + “Hush, child,” said mother, quickly. “Elizabeth, you are tired. Come right + in.” + </p> + <p> + Aunt Elizabeth's lip trembled a little. I thought she was going to cry. I + had never known her to cry, though I had seen tears in her eyes, and I + remember once, when she was talking to Dr. Denbigh, Charles Edward noticed + them and laughed. “Those are not idle tears, Peg,” he said to me “They're + getting in their work.” + </p> + <p> + Now I was so sorry for her that I stopped thinking of last night and put + it all away. It seemed cruel to be so happy. Aunt Elizabeth sat down on + the step and mother brought her an eggnog. It had been all ready for + grandmother, and I could see mother thought Aunt Elizabeth needed it, if + she was willing to make grandmother wait. + </p> + <p> + “Ada,” said Aunt Elizabeth, suddenly, as she sipped it, “what was Dr. + Denbigh's wife like?” + </p> + <p> + “Why,” said mother, “I'd almost forgotten he had a wife, it was so long + ago. She died in the first year of their marriage.” + </p> + <p> + Aunt Elizabeth laughed a little, almost as if no one were there. “He began + to talk about her quite suddenly this morning,” she said. “It seems Peg + reminds him of her. He is devoted to her memory. That's what he said—devoted + to her memory.” + </p> + <p> + “That's good,” said mother, cheerfully, as if she didn't know quite what + to say. “More letters, Lily? Any for us?” I could see mother was very + tender of her for some reason, or she never would have called her Lily. + </p> + <p> + “For me,” said Aunt Elizabeth, as if she were tired. “From Mrs. Chataway. + A package, too. It looks like visiting-cards. That seems to be from her, + too.” She broke open the package. “Why!” said she, “of all things! Why!” + </p> + <p> + “That's pretty engraving,” said mother, looking over her shoulder. She + must have thought they were Aunt Elizabeth's cards. “Why! of all things!” + </p> + <p> + Aunt Elizabeth began to flush pink and then scarlet. She looked as pretty + as a rose, but a little angry, I thought. She put up her head rather + haughtily. “Mrs. Chataway is very eccentric,” she said. “A genius, quite a + genius in her own line. Ada, I won't come down to luncheon. This has been + sufficient. Let me have some tea in my own room at four, please.” She got + up, and her letter and one of the cards fell to the floor. I picked them + up for her, and I saw on the card: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Mrs. Ronald Chataway + Magnetic Healer and Mediumistic Divulger + Lost Articles a Specialty +</pre> + <p> + I don't know why, but I thought, like mother and Aunt Elizabeth, “Well, of + all things!” + </p> + <p> + But the rest of that day mother and I were too busy to exchange a word + about Mrs. Chataway or even Aunt Elizabeth. We plunged into my + preparations to sail, and talked dresses and hats, and ran ribbons in + things, and I burned letters and one photograph (I burned that without + looking at it), and suddenly mother got up quickly and dropped her lapful + of work. “My stars!” said she, “I've forgotten Aunt Elizabeth's tea.” + </p> + <p> + “It's of no consequence, dear,” said Aunt Elizabeth's voice at the door. + “I asked Katie to bring it up.” + </p> + <p> + “Why,” said mother, “you're not going?” + </p> + <p> + I held my breath. Aunt Elizabeth looked so pretty. She was dressed, as I + never saw her before, a close-fitting black gown and a plain white collar + and a little close black hat. She looked almost like some sister of + charity. + </p> + <p> + “Ada,” said she, “and Peggy, I am going to tell you something, and it is + my particular desire that you keep it from the whole family. They would + not understand. I am going to ally myself with Mrs. Chataway in a + connection which will lead to the widest possible influence for her and + for me. In Mrs. Chataway's letter to-day she urges me to join her. She + says I have enormous magnetism and—and other qualifications.” + </p> + <p> + “Don't you want me to tell Cyrus?” said mother. She spoke quite faintly. + </p> + <p> + “You can simply tell Cyrus that I have gone to Mrs. Chataway's,” said Aunt + Elizabeth. “You can also tell him I shall be too occupied to return. + Good-bye, Ada. Good-bye, Peggy. Remember, it is the bruised herb that + gives out the sweetest odor.” + </p> + <p> + Before I could stop myself I had laughed, out of happiness, I think. For I + remembered how the spearmint had smelled in the garden when Stillman Dane + and I stepped on it in the dark and how bright the moon was, and I knew + nobody could be unhappy very long. + </p> + <p> + “I telephoned for a carriage,” said Aunt Elizabeth. “There it is.” She and + mother were going down the stairs, and suddenly I felt I couldn't have her + go like that. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, Aunt—Aunt Lily!” I called. “Stop! I want to speak to you.” I + ran after her. “I'm going to have a profession, too,” I said. “I'm going + to devote my life to it, and I am just as glad as I can be.” I put my arms + round her and kissed her on her soft, pink cheeks, and we both cried a + little. Then she went away. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0012" id="link2H_4_0012"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + XII. THE FRIEND OF THE FAMILY, by Henry Van Dyke + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “Eastridge, June 3, 1907. + + “To Gerrit Wendell, The Universe Club, New York: + + “Do you remember promise? Come now, if possible. Much needed. + + “Cyrus Talbert.” + </pre> + <p> + This was the telegram that Peter handed me as I came out of the coat-room + at the Universe and stood under the lofty gilded ceiling of the great + hall, trying to find myself at home again in the democratic simplicity of + the United States. For two years I had been travelling in the effete, + luxurious Orient as a peace correspondent for a famous newspaper; sleeping + under canvas in Syria, in mud houses in Persia, in paper cottages in + Japan; riding on camel-hump through Arabia, on horseback through + Afghanistan, in palankeen through China, and faring on such food as it + pleased Providence to send. The necessity of putting my next book through + the press (The Setting Splendors of the East) had recalled me to the land + of the free and the home of the brave. Two hours after I had landed from + the steamship, thirty seconds after I had entered the club, there was + Peter, in his green coat and brass buttons, standing in the vast, cool + hall among the immense columns of verd-antique, with my telegram on a + silver tray, which he presented to me with a discreet expression of + welcome in his well-trained face, as if he hesitated to inquire where I + had been, but ventured to hope that I had enjoyed my holiday and that + there was no bad news in my despatch. The perfection of the whole thing + brought me back with a mild surprise to my inheritance as an American, and + made me dimly conscious of the point to which New York has carried + republicanism and the simple life. + </p> + <p> + But the telegram—read hastily in the hall, and considered at leisure + while I took a late breakfast at my favorite table in the long, stately, + oak-panelled dining-room, high above the diminished roar of Fifth Avenue—the + telegram carried me out to Eastridge, that self-complacent overgrown + village among the New York hills, where people still lived in villas with + rubber-plants in the front windows, and had dinner in the middle of the + day, and attended church sociables, and listened to Fourth-of-July + orations. It was there that I had gone, green from college, to take the + assistant-editorship of that flapping sheet The Eastridge Banner; and + there I had found Cyrus Talbert beginning his work in the plated-ware + factory—the cleanest, warmest, biggest heart of a man that I have + known yet, with a good-nature that covered the bed-rock of his conscience + like an apple orchard on a limestone ridge. In the give-and-take of every + day he was easy-going, kindly, a lover of laughter; but when you struck + down to a question of right and wrong, or, rather, when he conceived that + he heard the divine voice of duty, he became absolutely immovable—firm, + you would call it if you agreed with him, obstinate if you differed. + </p> + <p> + After all, a conscience like that is a good thing to have at the bottom of + a friendship. I could be friends with a man of almost any religion, but + hardly with a man of none. Certainly the intimacy that sprang up between + Talbert and me was fruitful in all the good things that cheer life's + journey from day to day, and deep enough to stand the strain of life's + earthquakes and tornadoes. There was a love-affair that might have split + us apart; but it only put the rivets into our friendship. For both of us + in that affair—yes, all three of us, thank God—played a + straight game. There was a time of loss and sorrow for me when he proved + himself more true and helpful than any brother that I ever knew. I was + best man at his wedding; and because he married a girl that understood, + his house became more like a home to me than any other place that my + wandering life has found. + </p> + <p> + I saw its amazing architectural proportions erupt into the pride of + Eastridge. I saw Cyrus himself, with all his scroll-saw tastes and + mansard-roof opinions, by virtue of sheer honesty and thorough-going human + decency, develop into the unassuming “first citizen” of the town, trusted + even by those who laughed at him, and honored most by his opponents. I saw + his aggravating family of charming children grow around him—masterful + Maria, aesthetic Charles Edward, pretty Peggy, fairy-tale Alice, and + boisterous Billy—each at heart lovable and fairly good; but, taken + in combination, bewildering and perplexing to the last degree. + </p> + <p> + Cyrus had a late-Victorian theory in regard to the education of children, + that individuality should not be crushed—give them what they want—follow + the line of juvenile insistence—all the opportunities and no + fetters. This late-Victorian theory had resulted in the production of a + collection of early-Rooseveltian personalities around him, whose + simultaneous interaction sometimes made his good old head swim. As a + matter of fact, the whole family, including Talbert's preposterous + old-maid sister Elizabeth (the biggest child of the lot), absolutely + depended on the good sense of Cyrus and his wife, and would have been + helpless without them. But, as a matter of education, each child had a + secret illusion of superiority to the parental standard, and not only made + wild dashes at originality and independent action, but at the same time + cherished a perfect mania for regulating and running all the others. + Independence was a sacred tradition in the Talbert family; but + interference was a fixed nervous habit, and complication was a chronic + social state. The blessed mother understood them all, because she loved + them all. Cyrus loved them all, but the only one he thought he understood + was Peggy, and her he usually misunderstood, because she was so much like + him. But he was fair to them all—dangerously fair—except when + his subcutaneous conscience reproached him with not doing his duty; then + he would cut the knot of family interference with some tremendous stroke + of paternal decision unalterable as a law of the Medes and Persians. + </p> + <p> + All this was rolling through my memory as I breakfasted at the Universe + and considered the telegram from Eastridge. + </p> + <p> + “Do you remember promise?” Of course I remembered. Was it likely that + either of us would forget a thing like that? We were in the dingy little + room that he called his “den”; it was just after the birth of his third + child. I had told my plan of letting the staff of The Banner fall into + other hands and going out into the world to study the nations when they + were not excited by war, and write about people who were not disguised in + soldier-clothes. “That's a big plan,” he said, “and you'll go far, and be + long away at times.” I admitted that it was likely. “Well,” he continued, + laying down his pipe, “if you ever are in trouble and can't get back here, + send word, and I'll come.” I told him that there was little I could do for + him or his (except to give superfluous advice), but if they ever needed me + a word would bring me to them. Then I laid down my pipe, and we stood up + in front of the fire and shook hands. That was all the promise there was; + but it brought him down to Panama to get me, five years later, when I was + knocked out with the fever; and it would take me back to Eastridge now by + the first train. + </p> + <p> + But what wasteful brevity in that phrase, “much needed”! What did that + mean? (Why will a man try to put a forty-word meaning into a ten-word + telegram?) Sickness? Business troubles? One of those independent, + interfering children in a scrape? One thing I was blessedly sure of: it + did not mean any difficulty between Cyrus and his wife; they were of the + tribe who marry for love and love for life. But the need must be something + serious and urgent, else he never would have sent for me. With a family + like his almost anything might happen. Perhaps Aunt Elizabeth—I + never could feel any confidence in a red-haired female who habitually + dressed in pink. Or perhaps Charles Edward—if that young man's + artistic ability had been equal to his sense of it there would have been + less danger in taking him into the factory. Or probably Maria, with her + great head for business—oh, Maria, I grant you, is like what the + French critic said of the prophet Habakkuk, “capable de tout.” + </p> + <p> + But why puzzle any longer over that preposterous telegram? If my friend + Talbert was in any kind of trouble under the sun, there was just one thing + that I wanted—to get to him as quickly as possible. Find when the + first train started and arrived—send a lucid despatch—no + expensive parsimony in telegraphing: + </p> + <p> + '“To Cyrus Talbert, Eastridge, Massachusetts: + </p> + <p> + “I arrived this morning on the Dilatoria and found your telegram here. + Expect me on the noon train due at Eastridge five forty-three this + afternoon. I hope all will go well. Count on me always. Gerrit Wendell.” + </p> + <p> + It was a relief to find him on the railway platform when the train rolled + in, his broad shoulders as square as ever, his big head showing only a + shade more of gray, a shade less of red, in its strawberry roan, his face + shining with the welcome which he expressed, as usual, in humorous + disguise. + </p> + <p> + “Here you are,” he cried, “browner and thinner than ever! Give me that + bag. How did you leave my friend the Shah of Persia?” + </p> + <p> + “Better,” I said, stepping into the open carriage, “since he got on the + water-wagon—uses nothing but Eastridge silver-plated ice-pitchers + now.” + </p> + <p> + “And my dear friend the Empress of China?” he asked, as he got in beside + me. + </p> + <p> + “She has recovered her digestion,” I answered, “due entirely to the + abandonment of chop-sticks and the adoption of Eastridge knives and forks. + But now it's my turn to ask a question. How are YOU?” + </p> + <p> + “Well,” said he. “And the whole family is well, and we've all grown + tremendously, but we haven't changed a bit, and the best thing that has + happened to us for three years is seeing you again.” + </p> + <p> + “And the factory?” I asked. “How does the business of metallic humbug + thrive?” + </p> + <p> + “All right,” he answered. “There's a little slackening in chafing-dishes + just now, but ice-cream knives are going off like hot cakes. The factory + is on a solid basis; hard times won't hurt us.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, then,” said I, a little perplexed, “what in Heaven's name did you + mean by sending that—” + </p> + <p> + “Hold on,” said Talbert, gripping my knee and looking grave for a moment, + “just you wait. I need you badly enough or else the telegram never would + have gone to you. I'll tell you about it after supper. Till then, never + mind—or, rather, no matter; for it's nothing material, after all, + but there's a lot in it for the mind.” + </p> + <p> + I knew then that he was in one of his fundamental moods, imperviously + jolly on the surface, inflexibly Puritan underneath, and that the only + thing to do was to let the subject rest until he chose to take it up in + earnest. So we drove along, chaffing and laughing, until we came to the + dear, old, ugly house. The whole family were waiting on the veranda to bid + me welcome home. Mrs. Talbert took my hands with a look that said it all. + Her face had not grown a shade older, to me, since I first knew her; and + her eyes—the moment you look into them you feel that she + understands. Alice seemed to think that she had become too grown-up to be + kissed, even by the friend of the family; and I thought so, too. But + pretty Peggy was of a different mind. There is something about the way + that girl kisses an old gentleman that almost makes him wish himself young + again. + </p> + <p> + At supper we had the usual tokens of festivity: broiled chickens and + pop-overs and cool, sliced tomatoes and ice-cream with real strawberries + in it (how good and clean it tasted after Ispahan and Bagdad!) and the + usual family arguing and joking (how natural and wholesome it sounded + after Vienna and Paris!). I thought Maria looked rather strenuous and + severe, as if something important were on her mind, and Billy and Alice, + at moments, had a conscious air. But Charles Edward and Lorraine were + distinctly radiant, and Peggy was demurely jolly. She sounded like her + father played on a mandolin. + </p> + <p> + After supper Talbert took me to the summer-house at the foot of the garden + to smoke. Our first cigars were about half burned out when he began to + unbosom himself. + </p> + <p> + “I've been a fool,” he said, “an idiot, and, what is more, an unnatural + and neglectful father, cruel to my children when I meant to be kind, a + shirker of my duty, and a bringer of trouble on those that I love best.” + </p> + <p> + “As for example?” I asked. + </p> + <p> + “Well, it is Peggy!” he broke out. “You know, I like her best of them all, + next to Ada; can't help it. She is nearer to me, somehow. The finest, most + unselfish little girl! But I've been just selfish enough to let her get + into trouble, and be talked about, and have her heart broken, and now + they've put her into a position where she's absolutely helpless, a pawn in + their fool game, and the Lord only knows what's to come of it all unless + he makes me man enough to do my duty.” + </p> + <p> + From this, of course, I had to have the whole story, and I must say it + seemed to me most extraordinary—a flagrant case of idiotic + interference. Peggy had been sent away to one of those curious + institutions that they call a “coeducational college,” chiefly because + Maria had said that she ought to understand the duties of modern + womanhood; she had gone, without the slightest craving for “the higher + education,” but naturally with the idea of having a “good time”; and + apparently she had it, for she came home engaged to a handsome, amatory + boy, one of her fellow “students,” named Goward. At this point Aunt + Elizabeth, with her red hair and pink frock, had interfered and lured off + the Goward, who behaved in a manner which appeared to me to reduce him to + a negligible quantity. But the family evidently did not think so, for they + all promptly began to interfere, Maria and Charles Edward and Alice and + even Billy, each one with an independent plan, either to lure the Goward + back or to eliminate him. Alice had the most original idea, which was to + marry Peggy to Dr. Denbigh; but this clashed with Maria's idea, which was + to entangle the doctor with Aunt Elizabeth in order that the Goward might + be recaptured. It was all extremely complicated and unnecessary (from my + point of view), and of course it transpired and circulated through the + gossip of the town, and poor Peggy was much afflicted and ashamed. Now the + engagement was off; Aunt Elizabeth had gone into business with a + clairvoyant woman in New York; Goward was in the hospital with a broken + arm, and Peggy was booked to go to Europe on Saturday with Charles Edward + and Lorraine. + </p> + <p> + “Quite right,” I exclaimed at this point in the story. “Everything has + turned out just as it should, like a romance in an old-fashioned ladies' + magazine.” + </p> + <p> + “Not at all,” broke out Talbert; “you don't know the whole of it, Maria + has told me” (oh, my prophetic soul, Maria!) “that Charley and his wife + have asked a friend of theirs, a man named Dane, ten years older than + Peggy, a professor in that blank coeducational college, to go with them, + and that she is sure they mean to make her marry him.” + </p> + <p> + “What Dane is that?” I interrupted. “Is his first name Stillman—nephew + of my old friend Harvey Dane, the publisher? Because, if that's so, I know + him; about twenty-eight years old; good family, good head, good manners, + good principles; just the right age and the right kind for Peggy—a + very fine fellow indeed.” + </p> + <p> + “That makes no difference,” continued Cyrus, fiercely. “I don't care whose + nephew he is, nor how old he is, nor what his manners are. My point is + that Peggy positively shall not be pushed, or inveigled, or dragooned, or + personally conducted into marrying anybody at all! Billy and Alice were + wandering around Charley's garden last Friday night, and they report that + Professor Dane was there with Peggy. Alice says that she looked pale and + drooping, 'like the Bride of Lammermoor.' There has been enough of this + meddling with my little Peggy, I say, and I'm to blame for it. I don't + know whether her heart is broken or not. I don't know whether she still + cares for that fellow Goward or not. I don't know what she wants to do—but + whatever it is she shall do it, I swear. She sha'n't be cajoled off to + Europe with Charles Edward and Lorraine to be flung at the head of the + first professor who turns up. I'll do my duty by my little girl. She shall + stay at home and be free. There has been too much interference in this + family, and I'm damned if I stand any more; I'll interfere myself now.” + </p> + <p> + It was not the unusual violence of the language in the last sentence that + convinced me. I had often seen religious men affected in that way after an + over-indulgence in patience and mild behavior. It was that ominous word, + “my duty,” which made me sure that Talbert had settled down on the + bed-rock of his conscience and was not to be moved. Why, then, had he sent + for me, I asked, since he had made up his mind? + </p> + <p> + “Well,” said he, “in the first place, I hadn't quite made it up when I + sent the telegram. And in the second place, now that you have helped me to + see absolutely what is right to do, I want you to speak to my wife about + it. She doesn't agree with me, wants Peggy to go to Europe, thinks there + cannot be any risk in it. You know how she has always adored Charles + Edward. Will you talk to her?” + </p> + <p> + “I will,” said I, after a moment of reflection, “on one condition. You may + forbid Peggy's journey, to-morrow morning if you like. Break it off + peremptorily, if you think it's your duty. But don't give up her + state-room on the ship. And if you can be convinced between now and + Saturday that the danger of interference with her young affections is + removed, and that she really needs and wants to go, you let her go! Will + you?” + </p> + <p> + “I will,” said he. And with that we threw away the remainder of our second + cigars, and I went up to the side porch to talk with Mrs. Talbert. What we + said I leave you to imagine. I have always thought her the truest and + tenderest woman in the world, but I never knew till that night just how + clear-headed and brave she was. She agreed with me that Peggy's affair, up + to now more or less foolish, though distressing, had now reached a + dangerous stage, a breaking-point. The child was overwrought. A wrong + touch now might wreck her altogether. But the right touch? Or, rather, no + touch at all, but just an open door before her? Ah, that was another + matter. My plan was a daring one; it made her tremble a little, but + perhaps it was the best one; at all events, she could see no other. Then + she stood up and gave me both hands again. “I will trust you, my friend,” + said she. “I know that you love us and our children. You shall do what you + think best and I will be satisfied. Good-night.” + </p> + <p> + The difficulty with the situation, as I looked it over carefully while + indulging in a third cigar in my bedroom, was that the time was + desperately short. It was now one o'clock on Tuesday morning. About nine + Cyrus would perform his sacred duty of crushing his darling Peggy by + telling her that she must stay in Eastridge. At ten o'clock on Saturday + the Chromatic would sail with Charles Edward and Lorraine and Stillman + Dane. Yet there were two things that I was sure of: one was that Peggy + ought to go with them, and the other was that it would be good for her to—but + on second thought I prefer to keep the other thing for the end of my + story. My mind was fixed, positively and finally, that the habit of + interference in the Talbert family must be broken up. I never could + understand what it is that makes people so crazy to interfere, especially + in match-making. It is a lunacy. It is presuming, irreverent, immoral, + intolerable. So I worked out my little plan and went to sleep. + </p> + <p> + Peggy took her father's decree (which was administered to her privately + after breakfast on Tuesday) most loyally. Of course, he could not give her + his real reasons, and so she could not answer them. But when she appeared + at dinner it was clear, in spite of a slight rosy hue about her eyes, that + she had decided to accept the sudden change in the situation like a + well-bred angel—which, in fact, she is. + </p> + <p> + I had run down to Whitman in the morning train to make a call on young + Goward, and found him rather an amiable boy, under the guard of an adoring + mother, who thought him a genius and was convinced that he had been + entrapped by designing young women. I agreed with her so heartily that she + left me alone with him for a half-hour. His broken arm was doing well; his + amatoriness was evidently much reduced by hospital diet; he was in a + repentant frame of mind and assured me that he knew he had been an ass as + well as a brute (synonymes, dear boy), and that he was now going West to + do some honest work in the world before he thought any more about girls. I + commended his manly decision. He was rather rueful over the notion that he + might have hurt Miss Talbert by his bad conduct. I begged him not to + distress himself, his first duty now was to get well. I asked him if he + would do me the favor, with the doctor's permission, of taking the fresh + air with his mother on the terrace of the hospital about half-past five + that afternoon. He looked puzzled, but promised that he would do it; and + so we parted. + </p> + <p> + After dinner I requested Peggy to make me happy by going for a little + drive in the runabout with me. She came down looking as fresh as a wild + rose, in a soft, white dress with some kind of light greenery about it, + and a pale green sash around her waist, and her pretty, sunset hair + uncovered. If there is any pleasanter avocation for an old fellow than + driving in an open buggy with a girl like that, I don't know it. She + talked charmingly: about my travels; about her college friends; about + Eastridge; and at last about her disappointment in not going to Europe. By + this time we were nearing the Whitman hospital. + </p> + <p> + “I suppose you have heard,” said she, looking down at her bare hands and + blushing; “perhaps they have told you why I wanted especially to go away.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, my dear child,” I answered, “they have told me a lot of nonsense, + and I am heartily glad that it is all over. Are you?” + </p> + <p> + “More glad than I can tell you,” she answered, frankly, looking into my + face. + </p> + <p> + “See,” said I, “there is the hospital. I believe there is a boy in there + that knows you—name of Goward.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” she said, rather faintly, looking down again, but not changing + color. + </p> + <p> + “Peggy,” I asked, “do you still—think now, and answer truly—do + you still HATE him?” + </p> + <p> + She waited a moment, and then lifted her clear blue eyes to mine. “No, + Uncle Gerrit, I don't hate him half as much as I hate myself. Really, I + don't hate him at all. I'm sorry for him.” + </p> + <p> + “So am I, my dear,” said I, stretching my interest in the negligible youth + a little. “But he is getting well, and he is going West as soon as + possible. Look, is that the boy yonder, sitting on the terrace with a fat + lady, probably his mother? Do you feel that you could bow to him, just to + oblige me?” + </p> + <p> + She flashed a look at me. “I'll do it for that reason, and for another, + too,” she said. And then she nodded her red head, in the prettiest way, + and threw in an honest smile and a wave of her hand for good measure. I + was proud of her. The boy stood up and took off his hat. I could see him + blush a hundred feet away. Then his mother evidently asked him a question, + and he turned to answer her, and so EXIT Mr. Goward. + </p> + <p> + The end of our drive was even pleasanter than the beginning. Peggy was + much interested in a casual remark expressing my pleasure in hearing that + she had recently met the nephew of one of my very old friends, Stillman + Dane. + </p> + <p> + “Oh,” she cried, “do you know HIM? Isn't that lovely?” + </p> + <p> + I admitted that he was a very good person to know, though I had only seen + a little of him, about six years ago. But his uncle, the one who lately + died and left a snug fortune to his favorite nephew, was one of my old + bachelor cronies, in fact, a member of the firm that published my books. + If the young man resembled his uncle he was all right. Did Peggy like him? + </p> + <p> + “Why, yes,” she answered. “He was a professor at our college, and all the + girls thought him a perfect dandy!” + </p> + <p> + “Dandy!” I exclaimed. “There was no sign of an excessive devotion to dress + when I knew him. It's a great pity!” + </p> + <p> + “Oh!” she cried, laughing, “I don't mean THAT. It is only a word we girls + use; it means the same as when you say, 'A VERY FINE FELLOW INDEED.”' + </p> + <p> + From that point we played the Stillman Dane tune, with variations, until + we reached home, very late indeed for supper. The domestic convulsion + caused by the formal announcement of Talbert's sudden decision had passed, + leaving visible traces. Maria was flushed, but triumphant; Alice and Billy + had an air of conscience-stricken importance; Charles Edward and Lorraine + were sarcastically submissive; Cyrus was resolutely jovial; the only + really tranquil one was Mrs. Talbert. Everything had been arranged. The + whole family were to go down to New York on Thursday to stop at a hotel, + and see the travellers off on Saturday morning—all except Peggy, who + was to remain at home and keep house. + </p> + <p> + “That suits me exactly,” said I, “for business calls me to town to-morrow, + but I would like to come back here on Thursday and keep house with Peggy, + if she will let me.” + </p> + <p> + She thanked me with a little smile, and so it was settled. Cyrus wanted to + know, when we were sitting in the arbor that night, if I did not think he + had done right. “Wonderfully,” I said. He also wanted to know if he might + not give up that extra state-room and save a couple of hundred dollars. I + told him that he must stick to his bargain—I was still in the game—and + then I narrated the afternoon incident at the hospital. “Good little + Peggy!” he cried. “That clears up one of my troubles. But the great + objection to this European business still holds. She shall not be driven.” + I agreed with him—not a single step! + </p> + <p> + The business that called me to New York was Stillman Dane. A most + intelligent and quick-minded young gentleman—not at all a beauty man—not + even noticeably academic. He was about the middle height, but very well + set up, and evidently in good health of body and mind; a clean-cut and + energetic fellow, who had been matured by doing his work and had himself + well in hand. There was a look in his warm, brown eyes that spoke of a + heart unsullied and capable of the strongest and purest affection; and at + the same time certain lines about his chin and his mouth, mobile but not + loose lipped, promised that he would be able to take care of himself and + of the girl that he loved. His appearance and his manner were all that I + had hoped—even more, for they were not only pleasant but thoroughly + satisfactory. + </p> + <p> + He was courteous enough to conceal his slight surprise at my visit, but + not skilful enough to disguise his interest in hearing that I had just + come from the Talberts. I told him of the agreement with Cyrus Talbert, + the subsequent conversation with Mrs. Talbert, Peggy's drive with me to + Whitman, and her views upon dandies and other cognate subjects. + </p> + <p> + Then I explained to him quite clearly what I should conceive my duty to be + if I were in his place. He assented warmly to my view. I added that if + there were any difficulties in his mind I should advise him to lay the + case before my dear friend the Reverend George Alexanderson, of the Irving + Place Church, who was an extraordinarily sensible and human clergyman, and + to whom I would give him a personal letter stating the facts. Upon this we + shook hands heartily, and I went back to Peggy on Thursday morning. + </p> + <p> + The house was delightfully quiet, and she was perfection as a hostess. I + never passed a pleasanter afternoon. But the evening was interrupted by + the arrival of Stillman Dane, who said that he had run up to say good-bye. + That seemed quite polite and proper, so I begged them to excuse me, while + I went into the den to write some letters. They were long letters. + </p> + <p> + The next morning Peggy was evidently flustered, but divinely radiant. She + said that Mr. Dane had asked her to go driving with him—would that + be all right? I told her that I was sure it was perfectly right, but if + they went far they would find me gone when they returned, for I had + changed my mind and was going down to New York to see the voyagers off. At + this Peggy looked at me with tears sparkling in the edge of her smile. + Then she put her arms around my neck. “Good-bye,” she whispered, + “good-bye! YOU'RE A DANDY TOO! Give mother my love—and THAT—and + THAT—and THAT!” + </p> + <p> + “Well, my dear,” I answered, “I rather prefer to keep THOSE for myself. + But I'll give her your message. And mind this—don't you do anything + unless you really want to do it with all your heart. God bless you! + Promise?” + </p> + <p> + “I promise, WITH ALL MY HEART,” said she, and then her soft arms were + unloosed from my neck and she ran up-stairs. That was the last word I + heard from Peggy Talbert. + </p> + <p> + On Saturday morning all the rest of us were on the deck of the Chromatic + by half-past nine. The usual farewell performance was in progress. Charles + Edward was expressing some irritation and anxiety over the lateness of + Stillman Dane, when that young man quietly emerged from the music-room, + with Peggy beside him in the demurest little travelling suit with an + immense breast-plate of white violets. Tom Price was the first to recover + his voice. + </p> + <p> + “Peggy!” he cried; “Peggy, by all that's holy!” + </p> + <p> + “Excuse me,” I said, “Mr. and Mrs. Stillman Dane! And I must firmly + request every one except Mr. and Mrs. Talbert, senior, to come with me at + once to see the second steward about the seats in the dining-saloon.” + </p> +<div class="fig" style="width:50%;"> <img src="images/{0347}.jpg" alt="{0347}" width="100%" /><br /> </div> <h5> <a href="images/{0347}.jpg"> <img src="images/enlarge.jpg" alt="" /> </a> </h5> + + <p> + We got a good place at the end of the pier to watch the big boat swing out + into the river. She went very slowly at first, then with astonishing + quickness. Charles Edward and Lorraine were standing on the + hurricane-deck, Peggy close beside them. Dane had given her his + walking-stick, and she had tied her handkerchief to the handle. She was + standing up on a chair, with one of his hands to steady her. Her hat had + slipped back on her head. The last thing that we could distinguish on the + ship was that brave little girl, her red hair like an aureole, waving her + flag of victory and peace. “And now,” said Maria, as we turned away, “I + have a lovely plan. We are all going together to our hotel to have lunch, + and after that to the matinee at—” + </p> + <p> + I knew it was rude to interrupt, but I could not help it. + </p> + <p> + “Pardon me, dear Maria,” I said, “but you have not got it quite right. You + and Tom are going to escort Alice and Billy to Eastridge, with such + diversions by the way as seem to you appropriate. Your father and mother + are going to lunch with me at Delmonico's—but we don't want the + whole family.” + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The Whole Family, by +William Dean Howells, Mary E. 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Wilkins Freeman, Mary Heaton Vorse, Mary Stewart Cutting, Elizabeth Jordan, John Kendrick Bangs, Henry James, Elizabeth Stuart Phelps, Edith Wyatt, Mary Raymond Shipman Andrews, Alice Brown, Henry Van Dyke + +This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with +almost no restrictions whatsoever. 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: The Whole Family + A Novel by Twelve Authors + +Author: William Dean Howells, Mary E. Wilkins Freeman, Mary Heaton Vorse, Mary Stewart Cutting, Elizabeth Jordan, John Kendrick Bangs, Henry James, Elizabeth Stuart Phelps, Edith Wyatt, Mary Raymond Shipman Andrews, Alice Brown, Henry Van Dyke + +Release Date: February, 2004 [EBook #5066] +Posting Date: June 13, 2009 + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ASCII + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE WHOLE FAMILY *** + + + + +Produced by Dianne Bean + + + + + + + + +THE WHOLE FAMILY, + +A NOVEL BY TWELVE AUTHORS + +By William Dean Howells, Mary E. Wilkins Freeman, Mary Heaton Vorse, +Mary Stewart Cutting, Elizabeth Jordan, John Kendrick Bangs, Henry +James, Elizabeth Stuart Phelps, Edith Wyatt, Mary Raymond Shipman +Andrews, Alice Brown, Henry Van Dyke + + +CONTENTS + + I. The Father by William Dean Howells + II. The Old-Maid Aunt by Mary E. Wilkins Freeman + III. The Grandmother by Mary Heaton Vorse + IV. The Daughter-in-Law by Mary Stewart Cutting + V. The School-Girl by Elizabeth Jordan + VI. The Son-in-Law by John Kendrick Bangs + VII. The Married Son by Henry James + VIII. The Married Daughter by Elizabeth Stuart Phelps + IX. The Mother by Edith Wyatt + X. The School-Boy by Mary Raymond Shipman Andrews + XI. Peggy by Alice Brown + XII. The Friend of the Family by Henry Van Dyke + + + + +THE WHOLE FAMILY + + + + +I. THE FATHER, by William Dean Howells + +As soon as we heard the pleasant news--I suppose the news of an +engagement ought always to be called pleasant--it was decided that I +ought to speak first about it, and speak to the father. We had not been +a great while in the neighborhood, and it would look less like a bid +for the familiar acquaintance of people living on a larger scale than +ourselves, and less of an opening for our own intimacy if they turned +out to be not quite so desirable in other ways as they were in the +worldly way. For the ladies of the respective families first to offer +and receive congratulations would be very much more committing on both +sides; at the same time, to avoid the appearance of stiffness, some one +ought to speak, and speak promptly. The news had not come to us directly +from our neighbors, but authoritatively from a friend of theirs, who was +also a friend of ours, and we could not very well hold back. So, in the +cool of the early evening, when I had quite finished rasping my lawn +with the new mower, I left it at the end of the swath, which had brought +me near the fence, and said across it, + +"Good-evening!" + +My neighbor turned from making his man pour a pail of water on the earth +round a freshly planted tree, and said, "Oh, good-evening! How d'ye do? +Glad to see you!" and offered his hand over the low coping so cordially +that I felt warranted in holding it a moment. + +"I hope it's in order for me to say how very much my wife and I are +interested in the news we've heard about one of your daughters? May I +offer our best wishes for her happiness?" + +"Oh, thank you," my neighbor said. "You're very good indeed. Yes, it's +rather exciting--for us. I guess that's all for to-night, Al," he said, +in dismissal of his man, before turning to lay his arms comfortably +on the fence top. Then he laughed, before he added, to me, "And rather +surprising, too." + +"Those things are always rather surprising, aren't they?" I suggested. + +"Well, yes, I suppose they are. It oughtn't be so in our case, though, +as we've been through it twice before: once with my son--he oughtn't +to have counted, but he did--and once with my eldest daughter. Yes, +you might say you never do quite expect it, though everybody else does. +Then, in this case, she was the baby so long, that we always thought of +her as a little girl. Yes, she's kept on being the pet, I guess, and we +couldn't realize what was in the air." + +I had thought, from the first sight of him, that there was something +very charming in my neighbor's looks. He had a large, round head, which +had once been red, but was now a russet silvered, and was not too large +for his manly frame, swaying amply outward, but not too amply, at the +girth. He had blue, kind eyes, and a face fully freckled, and the girl +he was speaking of with a tenderness in his tones rather than his words, +was a young feminine copy of him; only, her head was little, under its +load of red hair, and her figure, which we had lately noticed flitting +in and out, as with a shy consciousness of being stared at on account of +her engagement, was as light as his was heavy on its feet. + +I said, "Naturally," and he seemed glad of the chance to laugh again. + +"Well, of course! And her being away at school made it all the more so. +If we'd had her under our eye, here--Well, we shouldn't have had her +under our eye if she had BEEN here; or if we had, we shouldn't have seen +what was going on; at least _I_ shouldn't; maybe her mother would. So +it's just as well it happened as it did happen, I guess. We shouldn't +have been any the wiser if we'd known all about it." I joined him in his +laugh at his paradox, and he began again. "What's that about being the +unexpected that happens? I guess what happens is what ought to have +been expected. We might have known when we let her go to a coeducational +college that we were taking a risk of losing her; but we lost our other +daughter that way, and SHE never went to ANY kind of college. I guess we +counted the chances before we let her go. What's the use? Of course +we did, and I remember saying to my wife, who's more anxious than I am +about most things--women are, I guess--that if the worst came to the +worst, it might not be such a bad thing. I always thought it wasn't +such an objectionable feature, in the coeducational system, if the young +people did get acquainted under it, and maybe so well acquainted that +they didn't want to part enemies in the end. I said to my wife that I +didn't see how, if a girl was going to get married, she could have a +better basis than knowing the fellow through three or four years' hard +work together. When you think of the sort of hit-or-miss affairs most +marriages are that young people make after a few parties and picnics, +coeducation as a preliminary to domestic happiness doesn't seem a bad +notion." + +"There's something in what you say," I assented. + +"Of course there is," my neighbor insisted. "I couldn't help laughing, +though," and he laughed, as if to show how helpless he had been, "at +what my wife said. She said she guessed if it came to that they would +get to know more of each other's looks than they did of their minds. She +had me there, but I don't think my girl has made out so very poorly even +as far as books are concerned." + +Upon this invitation to praise her, I ventured to say, "A young lady of +Miss Talbert's looks doesn't need much help from books." + +I could see that what I had said pleased him to the core, though he put +on a frown of disclaimer in replying, "I don't know about her looks. +She's a GOOD girl, though, and that's the main thing, I guess." + +"For her father, yes, but other people don't mind her being pretty," I +persisted. "My wife says when Miss Talbert comes out into the garden, +the other flowers have no chance." + +"Good for Mrs. Temple!" my neighbor shouted, joyously giving himself +away. + +I have always noticed that when you praise a girl's beauty to her +father, though he makes a point of turning it off in the direction of +her goodness, he likes so well to believe she is pretty that he cannot +hold out against any persistence in the admirer of her beauty. My +neighbor now said with the effect of tasting a peculiar sweetness in my +words, "I guess I shall have to tell my wife, that." Then he added, with +a rush of hospitality, "Won't you come in and tell her yourself?" + +"Not now, thank you. It's about our tea-time." + +"Glad it isn't your DINNER-time!" he said, heartily. + +"Well, yes. We don't see the sense of dining late in a place like this. +The fact is, we're both village-bred, and we like the mid-day dinner. We +make rather a high tea, though." + +"So do we. I always want a dish of something hot. My wife thinks cake is +light, but I think meat is." + +"Well, cake is the New England superstition," I observed. "And I suppose +York State, too." + +"Yes, more than pie is," he agreed. "For supper, anyway. You may have +pie at any or all of the three meals, but you have GOT to have cake +at tea, if you are anybody at all. In the place where my wife lived, a +woman's social standing was measured by the number of kinds of cake she +had." + +We laughed at that, too, and then there came a little interval and I +said, "Your place is looking fine." + +He turned his head and gave it a comprehensive stare. "Yes, it is," he +admitted. "They tell me it's an ugly old house, and I guess if my girls, +counting my daughter-in-law, had their way, they would have that French +roof off, and something Georgian--that's what they call it--on, about as +quick as the carpenter could do it. They want a kind of classic front, +with pillars and a pediment; or more the Mount Vernon style, body +yellow, with white trim. They call it Georgian after Washington?" This +was obviously a joke. + +"No, I believe it was another George, or four others. But I don't +wonder you want to keep your house as it is. It expresses something +characteristic." I saved myself by forbearing to say it was handsome. It +was, in fact, a vast, gray-green wooden edifice, with a mansard-roof cut +up into many angles, tipped at the gables with rockets and finials, and +with a square tower in front, ending in a sort of lookout at the top, +with a fence of iron filigree round it. The taste of 1875 could not go +further; it must have cost a heap of money in the depreciated paper of +the day. + +I suggested something of the kind to my neighbor, and he laughed. "I +guess it cost all we had at the time. We had been saving along up, and +in those days it used to be thought that the best investment you could +make was to put your money in a house of your own. That's what we did, +anyway. I had just got to be superintendent of the Works, and I don't +say but what we felt my position a little. Well, we felt it more than we +did when I got to be owner." He laughed in good-humored self-satire. "My +wife used to say we wanted a large house so as to have it big enough to +hold me, when I was feeling my best, and we built the largest we could +for all the money we had. She had a plan of her own, which she took +partly from the house of a girl friend of hers where she had been +visiting, and we got a builder to carry out her idea. We did have +some talk about an architect, but the builder said he didn't want any +architect bothering around HIM, and I don't know as SHE did, either. +Her idea was plenty of chambers and plenty of room in them, and two big +parlors one side of the front door, and a library and dining-room on +the other; kitchen in the L part, and girl's room over that; wide +front hall, and black-walnut finish all through the first floor. It was +considered the best house at the time in Eastridge, and I guess it was. +But now, I don't say but what it's old-fashioned. I have to own up to +that with the girls, but I tell them so are we, and that seems to make +it all right for a while. I guess we sha'n't change." + +He continued to stare at the simple-hearted edifice, so simple-hearted +in its out-dated pretentiousness, and then he turned and leaned over the +top of the fence where he had left his arms lying, while contemplating +the early monument of his success. In making my journalistic study, more +or less involuntary, of Eastridge, I had put him down as materially the +first man of the place; I might have gone farther and put him down as +the first man intellectually. We folk who have to do more constantly +with reading and writing are apt to think that the other folk who have +more to do with making and marketing have not so much mind, but I fancy +we make a mistake in that now and then. It is only another kind of mind +which they have quite as much of as we have of ours. It was intellectual +force that built up the Plated-Ware Works of Eastridge, where there +was no other reason for their being, and it was mental grip that held +constantly to the management, and finally grasped the ownership. Nobody +ever said that Talbert had come unfairly into that, or that he had +misused his money in buying men after he began to come into it in +quantity. He was felt in a great many ways, though he made something of +a point of not being prominent in politics, after being president of +the village two terms. The minister of his church was certainly such a +preacher as he liked; and nothing was done in the church society without +him; he gave the town a library building, and a soldier's monument; he +was foremost in getting the water brought in, which was natural enough +since he needed it the most; he took a great interest in school matters, +and had a fight to keep himself off the board of education; he went into +his pocket for village improvements whenever he was asked, and he was +the chief contributor to the public fountain under the big elm. If he +carefully, or even jealously guarded his own interests, and held the +leading law firm in the hollow of his hand, he was not oppressive, to +the general knowledge. He was a despot, perhaps, but he was Blackstone's +ideal of the head of a state, a good despot. In all his family relations +he was of the exemplary perfection which most other men attain only on +their tombstones, and I had found him the best of neighbors. There were +some shadows of diffidence between the ladies of our families, mainly on +the part of my wife, but none between Talbert and me. He showed me, as +a newspaper man with ideals if not abilities rather above the average, a +deference which pleased my wife, even more than me. + +It was the married daughter whom she most feared might, if occasion +offered, give herself more consequence than her due. She had tried to +rule her own family while in her father's house, and now though she +had a house of her own, my wife believed that she had not wholly +relinquished her dominion there. Her husband was the junior member of +the law firm which Talbert kept in his pay, to the exclusion of most +other clients, and he was a very good fellow, so far as I knew, with +the modern conception of his profession which, in our smaller towns and +cities, has resulted in corporation lawyers and criminal lawyers, and +has left to a few aging attorneys the faded traditions and the scanty +affairs of the profession. My wife does not mind his standing somewhat +in awe of his father-in-law, but she thinks poorly of his spirit in +relation to that managing girl he has married. Talbert's son is in the +business with him, and will probably succeed him in it; but it is well +known in the place that he will never be the man his father is, not +merely on account of his college education, but also on account of the +easy temperament, which if he had indulged it to the full would have +left him no better than some kind of artist. As it is, he seems to leave +all the push to his father; he still does some sketching outside, and +putters over the aesthetic details in the business, the new designs +for the plated ware, and the illustrated catalogues which the house +publishes every year; I am in hopes that we shall get the printing, +after we have got the facilities. It would be all right with the young +man in the opinion of his censors if he had married a different kind of +woman, but young Mrs. Talbert is popularly held just such another as her +husband, and easy-going to the last degree. She was two or three years +at the Art Students' League, and it was there that her husband met her +before they both decided to give up painting and get married. + +The two youngest children, or the fall chickens as they are called in +recognition of the wide interval between their ages and those of the +other children, are probably of the indeterminate character proper to +their years. We think the girl rather inclines to a hauteur based upon +the general neglect of that quality in the family, where even the +eldest sister is too much engaged in ruling to have much force left for +snubbing. The child carries herself with a vague loftiness, which has +apparently not awaited the moment of long skirts for keeping pretenders +to her favor at a distance. In the default of other impertinents to +keep in abeyance we fancy that she exercises her gift upon her younger +brother, who, so far as we have been able to note, is of a disposition +which would be entirely sweet if it were not for the exasperations he +suffers from her. I like to put myself in his place, and to hold that +he believes himself a better judge than she of the sort of companions he +chooses, she being disabled by the mental constitution of her sex, and +the defects of a girl's training, from knowing the rare quality of boys +who present themselves even to my friendly eyes as dirty, and, when not +patched, ragged. I please myself in my guesses at her character with the +conjecture that she is not satisfied with her sister's engagement to a +fellow-student in a co-educational college, who is looking forward to a +professorship. + +In spite of her injustice in regard to his own companions, this +imaginable attitude of hers impresses the boy, if I understand boys. I +have no doubt he reasons that she must be right about something, and as +she is never right about boys, she must be right about brothers-in-law, +potential if not actual. This one may be, for all the boy knows, a +sissy; he inclines to believe, from what he understands of the matter, +that he is indeed a sissy, or he would never have gone to a college +where half the students are girls. He himself, as I have heard, intends +to go to a college, but whether Harvard, or Bryant's Business College, +he has not yet decided. One thing he does know, though, and that is +there are not going to be any girls in it. We have not allowed our +invention so great play in regard to the elder members of our neighbor's +family perhaps because we really know something more about them. Mrs. +Talbert duly called after We came to Eastridge, and when my wife had +self-respectfully waited a proper time, which she made a little more +than a week lest she should feel that she had been too eager for the +acquaintance, she returned the call. Then she met not only Mrs. Talbert, +but Mrs. Talbert's mother, who lives with them, in an anxiety for their +health which would impair her own if she were not of a constitution +such as you do not find in these days of unladylike athletics. She was +inclined to be rather strict with my wife about her own health, and mine +too, and told her she must be careful not to let me work too hard, or +overeat, or leave off my flannels before the weather was settled in the +spring. She said she had heard that I had left a very good position on +a Buffalo paper when I bought the Eastridge Banner, and that the town +ought to feel very much honored. My wife suppressed her conviction that +this was the correct view of the case, in a deprecatory expression +of our happiness in finding ourselves in Eastridge, and our entire +satisfaction with our prospects and surroundings. Then Mrs. Talbert's +mother inquired, as delicately as possible, what denominations, +religious and medical, we were of, how many children we had, and whether +mostly boys or girls, and where and how long we had been married. She +was glad, she said, that we had taken the place next them, after our +brief sojourn in the furnished house where we had first lived, and +said that there was only one objection to the locality, which was +the prevalence of moths; they obliged you to put away your things in +naphtha-balls almost the moment the spring opened. She wished to know +what books my wife was presently reading, and whether she approved of +women's clubs to the extent that they were carried to in some places. +She believed in book clubs, but to her mind it was very questionable +whether the time that ladies gave to writing papers on so many different +subjects was well spent. She thought it a pity that so many things were +canned, nowadays, and so well canned that the old arts of pickling and +preserving were almost entirely lost. In the conversation, where she +bore a leading part as long as she remained in the room, her mind took +a wide range, and visited more human interests than my wife was at first +able to mention, though afterward she remembered so many that I formed +the notion of something encyclopedic in its compass. When she reached +the letter Z, she rose and took leave of my wife, saying that now she +must go and lie down, as it appeared to be her invariable custom to do +(in behalf of the robust health which she had inherited unimpaired from +a New England ancestry), at exactly half-past four every afternoon. +It was this, she said, more than any one thing that enabled her to go +through so much as she did; but through the door which she left open +behind her my wife heard Talbert's voice saying, in mixed mockery and +tenderness, "Don't forget your tonic, mother," and hers saying, "No, I +won't, Cyrus. I never forget it, and it's a great pity you don't take +it, too." + +It was our conclusion from all the facts of this call, when we came +to discuss them in the light of some friendly gossip which we had +previously heard, that the eldest daughter of the Talberts came honestly +by her love of ruling if she got it from her grandmother, but that she +was able to indulge it oftener, and yet not so often as might have been +supposed from the mild reticence of her mother. Older if not shrewder +observers than ourselves declared that what went in that house was what +Mrs. Talbert said, and that it went all the more effectively because +what she said Talbert said too. + +That might have been because she said so little. When her mother left +the room she let a silence follow in which she seemed too embarrassed +to speak for a while on finding herself alone with my wife, and my wife +decided that the shyness of the girl whose engagement was soon afterward +reported, as well as the easy-goingness of the eldest son, had come from +their mother. As soon as Mrs. Talbert could command herself, she began +to talk, and every word she said was full of sense, with a little gust +of humor in the sense which was perfectly charming. Absolutely unworldly +as she was, she had very good manners; in her evasive way she was +certainly qualified to be the leader of society in Eastridge, and +socially Eastridge thought fairly well of itself. She did not obviously +pretend to so much literature as her mother, but she showed an even +nicer intelligence of our own situation in Eastridge. She spoke with a +quiet appreciation of the improvement in the Banner, which, although she +quoted Mr. Talbert, seemed to be the result of her personal acquaintance +with the paper in the past as well as the present. My wife pronounced +her the ideal mother of a family, and just what the wife of such a +man as Cyrus Talbert ought to be, but no doubt because Mrs. Talbert's +characteristics were not so salient as her mother's, my wife was less +definitely descriptive of her. + +From time to time, it seemed that there was a sister of Mr. Talbert's +who visited in the family, but was now away on one of the many other +visits in which she passed her life. She was always going or coming +somewhere, but at the moment she was gone. My wife inferred from the +generation to which her brother belonged that she had long been a lady +of that age when ladies begin to be spoken of as maiden. Mrs. Talbert +spoke of her as if they were better friends than sisters-in-law are apt +to be, and said that she was to be with them soon, and she would +bring her with her when she returned my wife's call. From the general +impression in Eastridge we gathered that Miss Talbert was not without +the disappointment which endears maiden ladies to the imagination, but +the disappointment was of a date so remote that it was only matter of +pathetic hearsay, now. Miss Talbert, in her much going and coming, had +not failed of being several times in Europe. She especially affected +Florence, where she was believed to have studied the Tuscan School to +unusual purpose, though this was not apparent in any work of her own. We +formed the notion that she might be uncomfortably cultured, but when +she came to call with Mrs. Talbert afterward, my wife reported that you +would not have thought, except for a remark she dropped now and then, +that she had ever been out of her central New York village, and so far +from putting on airs of art, she did not speak of any gallery abroad, or +of the pensions in which she stayed in Florence, or the hotels in other +cities of Italy where she had stopped to visit the local schools of +painting. + +In this somewhat protracted excursion I have not forgotten that I left +Mr. Talbert leaning against our party fence, with his arms resting on +the top, after a keen if not critical survey of his dwelling. He did not +take up our talk at just the point where we had been in it, but after a +reflective moment, he said, "I don't remember just whether Mrs. Temple +told my mother-in-law you were homoeopaths or allopaths." + +"Well," I said, "that depends. I rather think we are homoeopaths of +a low-potency type." My neighbor's face confessed a certain +disappointment. "But we are not bigoted, even in the article of +appreciable doses. Our own family doctor in our old place always advised +us, in stress of absence from him, to get the best doctor wherever +we happened to be, so far as we could make him out, and not mind what +school he was of. I suppose we have been treated by as many allopaths as +homoeopaths, but we're rather a healthy family, and put it all together +we have not been treated a great deal by either." + +Mr. Talbert looked relieved. "Oh, then you will have Dr. Denbigh. He +puts your rule the other way, and gets the best patient he can, no +matter whether he is a homoeopath or an allopath. We have him, in all +our branches; he is the best doctor in Eastridge, and he is the best +man. I want you to know him, and you can't know a doctor the way you +ought to, unless he's your family physician." + +"You're quite right, I think, but that's a matter I should have to leave +two-thirds of to my wife: women are two-thirds of the patients in +every healthy family, and they ought to have the ruling voice about the +doctor." We had formed the habit already of laughing at any appearance +of joke in each other, and my neighbor now rolled his large head in +mirth, and said: + +"That's so, I guess. But I guess there won't be any trouble about Mrs. +Temple's vote when she sees Denbigh. His specialty is the capture of +sensible women. They all swear by him. You met him, didn't you, at my +office, the other day?" + +"Oh yes, and I liked him so much that I wished I was sick on the spot!" + +"That's good!" my neighbor said, joyfully. + +"Well, you could meet the doctor there almost any afternoon of the week, +toward closing-up hours, and almost any evening at our house here, when +he isn't off on duty. It's a generally understood thing that if he isn't +at home, or making a professional visit, he's at one place or the other. +The farmers round stop for him with their buggies, when they're in a +hurry, and half our calls over the 'phone are for Dr. Denbigh. The fact +is he likes to talk, and if there's any sort of man that _I_ like to +talk with better than another, it's a doctor. I never knew one yet that +didn't say something worth while within five minutes' time. Then, you +know that you can be free with them, be yourself, and that's always +worth while, whether you're worth while yourself or not. You can say +just what you think about anybody or anything, and you know it won't +go farther. You may not be a patient, but they've always got their +Hippocratic oath with them, and they're safe. That so?" + +My neighbor wished the pleasure of my explicit assent; my tacit assent +he must have read in my smile. "Yes," I said, "and they're always so +tolerant and compassionate. I don't want to say anything against the +reverend clergy; they're oftener saints upon earth than we allow; but a +doctor is more solid comfort; he seems to understand you exponentially." + +"That's it! You've hit it! He's seen lots of other cases like yours, and +next to a man's feeling that he's a peculiar sufferer, he likes to know +that there are other fellows in the same box." + +We both laughed at this; it was, in fact, a joke we were the joint +authors of. + +"Well, we don't often talk about my ailments; I haven't got a great +many; and generally we get on some abstract topic. Just now we're +running the question of female education, perhaps because it's +impersonal, and we can both treat of it without prejudice." + +"The doctor isn't married, I believe?" + +"He's a widower of long standing, and that's the best kind of doctor to +have: then he's a kind of a bachelor with practical wisdom added. You +see, I've always had the idea that women, beginning with little girls +and ending with grandmothers, ought to be brought up as nearly like +their brothers as can be--that is, if they are to be the wives of other +women's brothers. It don't so much matter how an old maid is brought up, +but you can't have her destiny in view, though I believe if an old +maid could be brought up more like an old bachelor she would be more +comfortable to herself, anyway." + +"And what does Dr. Denbigh say?" + +"Well, you must hear him talk. I guess he rather wants to draw me out, +for the most part." + +"I don't wonder at that. I wish you'd draw yourself out. I've thought +something in the direction of your opinion myself." + +"Have you? That's good! We'll tackle the doctor together sometime. The +difficulty about putting a thing like that in practice is that you have +to co-operate in it with women who have been brought up in the old way. +A man's wife is a woman--" + +"Generally," I assented, as if for argument's sake. + +He gave himself time to laugh. "And she has the charge of the children +as long as they're young, and she's a good deal more likely to bring +up the boys like girls than the girls like boys. But the boys take +themselves out of her hands pretty soon, while the girls have to stay +under her thumb till they come out just the kind of women we've always +had." + +"We've managed to worry along with them." + +"Yes, we have. And I don't say but what we fancy them as they are when +we first begin to 'take notice.' One trouble is that children are sick +so much, and their mothers scare you with that, and you haven't the +courage to put your theories into practice. I can't say that any of my +girls have inherited my constitution but this one." I knew he meant +the one whose engagement was the origin of our conversation. "If you've +heard my mother-in-law talk about her constitution you would think +she belonged to the healthiest family that ever got out of New England +alive, but the fact is there's always something the matter with her, or +she thinks there is, and she's taking medicine for it, anyway. I can't +say but what my wife has always been strong enough, and I've been +satisfied to have the children take after her; but when I saw this one's +sorrel-top as we used to call it before we admired red hair, I knew she +was a Talbert, and I made up my mind to begin my system with her." +He laughed as with a sense of agreeable discomfiture. "I can't say it +worked very well, or rather that it had a chance. You see, her mother +had to apply it; I was always too busy. And a curious thing was that +though the girl looked like me, she was a good deal more like her mother +in temperament and character." + +"Perhaps," I ventured, "that's the reason why she was your favorite." + +He dropped his head in rather a shamefaced way, but lifted it with +another laugh. "Well, there may be something in that. Not," he gravely +retrieved himself, "that we have ever distinguished between our +children." + +"No, neither have we. But one can't help liking the ways of one child +better than another; one will rather take the fancy more than the rest." + +"Well," my neighbor owned, "I don't know but it's that kind of shyness +in them both. I suppose one likes to think his girl looks like him, +but doesn't mind her being like her mother. I'm glad she's got my +constitution, though. My eldest daughter is more like her grandmother in +looks, and I guess she's got her disposition too, more. I don't know," +he said, vaguely, "what the last one is going to be like. She seems to +be more worldly. But," he resumed, strenuously, as if the remembrance of +old opposition remained in his nerves, "when it came to this going off +to school, or college, or whatever, I put my foot down, and kept it +down. I guess her mother was willing enough to do my way, but her sister +was all for some of those colleges where girls are educated with other +girls and not with young men. She said they were more ladylike, and a +lot more stuff and nonsense, and were more likely to be fit for society. +She said this one would meet a lot of jays, and very likely fall in +love with one; and when we first heard of this affair of Peggy's I don't +believe but what her sister got more satisfaction out of it than I did. +She's quick enough! And a woman likes to feel that she's a prophetess at +any time of her life. That's about all that seems to keep some of them +going when they get old." I knew that here he had his mother-in-law +rather than his daughter in mind, and I didn't interrupt the sarcastic +silence into which he fell. "You've never met the young man, I believe?" +he asked, at quite another point, and to the negation of my look he +added, "To be sure! We've hardly met him ourselves; he's only been here +once; but you'll see him--you and Mrs. Temple. Well!" He lifted his +head, as if he were going away, but he did not lift his arms from the +fence, and so I knew that he had not emptied the bag of his unexpected +confidences; I did not know why he was making them to me, but I liked +him the better for them, and tried to feel that I was worthy of them. He +began with a laugh, "They both paid it into me so," and now I knew that +he meant his eldest daughter as well as her grandmother, "that my wife +turned round and took my part, and said it was the very best thing that +could happen; and she used all the arguments that I had used with her, +when she had her misgivings about it, and she didn't leave them a word +to say. A curious thing about it was, that though my arguments seemed +to convince them, they didn't convince me. Ever notice, how when another +person repeats what you've said, it sounds kind of weak and foolish?" I +owned that my reasons had at times some such way of turning against me +from the mouths of others, and he went on: "But they seemed to silence +her own misgivings, and she's been enthusiastic for the engagement +ever since. What's the reason," he asked, "why a man, if he's any way +impetuous, wants to back out of a situation just about the time a woman +has got set in it like the everlasting hills? Is it because she feels +the need of holding fast for both, or is it because she knows she hasn't +the strength to keep to her conclusion, if she wavers at all, while a +man can let himself play back and forth, and still stay put." + +"Well, in a question like that," I said, and I won my neighbor's easy +laugh, "I always like to give my own sex the benefit of the doubt, and +I haven't any question but man's inconsistency is always attributable to +his magnanimity." + +"I guess I shall have to put that up on the doctor," my neighbor said, +as he lifted his arms from the fence at last, and backed away from it. +I knew that he was really going in-doors now, and that I must come out +with what was in my mind, if I meant to say it at all, and so I said, +"By-the-way, there's something. You know I don't go in much for what's +called society journalism, especially in the country press, where it +mostly takes the form of 'Miss Sadie Myers is visiting with Miss Mamie +Peters,' but I realize that a country paper nowadays must be a kind of +open letter to the neighborhood, and I suppose you have no objection to +my mentioning the engagement?" + +This made Mr. Talbert look serious; and I fancy my proposition made +him realize the affair as he had not before, perhaps. After a moment's +pause, he said, "Well! That's something I should like to talk with my +wife about." + +"Do so!" I applauded. "I only suggest it--or chiefly, or partly--because +you can have it reach our public in just the form you want, and the +Rochester and Syracuse papers will copy my paragraph; but if you leave +it to their Eastridge correspondents--" + +"That's true," he assented. "I'll speak to Mrs. Talbert--" He walked so +inconclusively away that I was not surprised to have him turn and come +back before I left my place. "Why, certainly! Make the announcement! +It's got to come out. It's a kind of a wrench, thinking of it as a +public affair; because a man's daughter is always a little girl to him, +and he can't realize--And this one--But of course!" + +"Would you like to suggest any particular form of words?" I hesitated. + +"Oh no! Leave that to you entirely. I know we can trust you not to make +any blare about it. Just say that they were fellow-students--I should +like that to be known, so that people sha'n't think I don't like to have +it known--and that he's looking forward to a professorship in the same +college--How queer it all seems!" + +"Very well, then, I'll announce it in our next. There's time to send me +word if Mrs. Talbert has any suggestions." + +"All right. But she won't have any. Well, good-evening." + +"Good-evening," I said from my side of the fence; and when I had watched +him definitively in-doors, I turned and walked into my own house. + +The first thing my wife said was, "You haven't asked him to let you +announce it in the Banner?" + +"But I have, though!" + +"Well!" she gasped. + +"What is the matter?" I demanded. "It's a public affair, isn't it?" + +"It's a family affair--" + +"Well, I consider the readers of the Banner a part of the family." + + + + +II. THE OLD-MAID AUNT, by Mary E. Wilkins Freeman + +I am relegated here in Eastridge to the position in which I suppose I +properly belong, and I dare say it is for my best spiritual and temporal +good. Here I am the old-maid aunt. Not a day, not an hour, not a minute, +when I am with other people, passes that I do not see myself in +their estimation playing that role as plainly as if I saw myself in a +looking-glass. It is a moral lesson which I presume I need. I have just +returned from my visit at the Pollards' country-house in Lancaster, +where I most assuredly did not have it. I do not think I deceive myself. +I know it is the popular opinion that old maids are exceedingly prone to +deceive themselves concerning the endurance of their youth and charms, +and the views of other people with regard to them. But I am willing, +even anxious, to be quite frank with myself. Since--well, never mind +since what time--I have not cared an iota whether I was considered an +old maid or not. The situation has seemed to me rather amusing, inasmuch +as it has involved a secret willingness to be what everybody has +considered me as very unwilling to be. I have regarded it as a sort of +joke upon other people. + +But I think I am honest--I really mean to be, and I think I am--when I +say that outside Eastridge the role of an old-maid aunt is the very last +one which I can take to any advantage. Here I am estimated according +to what people think I am, rather than what I actually am. In the first +place, I am only fifteen years older than Peggy, who has just become +engaged, but those fifteen years seem countless aeons to the child +herself and the other members of the family. I am ten years younger than +my brother's wife, but she and my brother regard me as old enough to be +her mother. As for Grandmother Evarts, she fairly looks up to me as her +superior in age, although she DOES patronize me. She would patronize +the prophets of old. I don't believe she ever says her prayers +without infusing a little patronage into her petitions. The other +day Grandmother Evarts actually inquired of me, of ME! concerning a +knitting-stitch. I had half a mind to retort, "Would you like a lesson +in bridge, dear old soul?" She never heard of bridge, and I suppose she +would have thought I meant bridge-building. I sometimes wonder why it +is that all my brother's family are so singularly unsophisticated, even +Cyrus himself, able as he is and dear as he is. + +Sometimes I speculate as to whether it can be due to the mansard-roof +of their house. I have always had a theory that inanimate things exerted +more of an influence over people than they dreamed, and a mansard-roof, +to my mind, belongs to a period which was most unsophisticated and +fatuous, not merely concerning aesthetics, but simple comfort. Those +bedrooms under the mansard-roof are miracles not only of ugliness, but +discomfort, and there is no attic. I think that a house without a good +roomy attic is like a man without brains. Possibly living in a brainless +house has affected the mental outlook of my relatives, although their +brains are well enough. Peggy is not exactly remarkable for hers, but +she is charmingly pretty, and has a wonderful knack at putting on +her clothes, which might be esteemed a purely feminine brain, in her +fingers. Charles Edward really has brains, although he is a round peg +in a square hole, and as for Alice, her brains are above the normal, +although she unfortunately knows it, and Billy, if he ever gets away +from Alice, will show what he is made of. Maria's intellect is all +right, although cast in a petty mould. She repeats Grandmother Evarts, +which is a pity, because there are types not worth repeating. Maria if +she had not her husband Tom to manage, would simply fall on her face. It +goes hard with a purely patronizing soul when there is nobody to manage; +there is apt to be an explosion. However, Maria HAS Tom. But none of my +brother's family, not even my dear sister-in-law, Cyrus's wife, have the +right point of view with regard to the present, possibly on account +of the mansard-roof which has overshadowed them. They do not know that +today an old-maid aunt is as much of an anomaly as a spinning-wheel, +that she has ceased to exist, that she is prehistoric, that even +grandmothers have almost disappeared from off the face of the earth. In +short, they do not know that I am not an old-maid aunt except under this +blessed mansard-roof, and some other roofs of Eastridge, many of which +are also mansard, where the influence of their fixed belief prevails. +For instance, they told the people next door, who have moved here +recently, that the old-maid aunt was coming, and so, when I went to call +with my sister-in-law, Mrs. Temple saw her quite distinctly. To think of +Ned Temple being married to a woman like that, who takes things on trust +and does not use her own eyes! Her two little girls are exactly like +her. I wonder what Ned himself will think. I wonder if he will see that +my hair is as red-gold as Peggy's, that I am quite as slim, that there +is not a line on my face, that I still keep my girl color with no aid, +that I wear frills of the latest fashion, and look no older than when he +first saw me. I really do not know myself how I have managed to remain +so intact; possibly because I have always grasped all the minor sweets +of life, even if I could not have the really big worth-while ones. I +honestly do not think that I have had the latter. But I have not taken +the position of some people, that if I cannot have what I want most I +will have nothing. I have taken whatever Providence chose to give me in +the way of small sweets, and made the most of them. Then I have had much +womanly pride, and that is a powerful tonic. + +For instance, years ago, when my best lamp of life went out, so to +speak, I lit all my candles and kept my path. I took just as much +pains with my hair and my dress, and if I was unhappy I kept it out of +evidence on my face. I let my heart ache and bleed, but I would have +died before I wrinkled my forehead and dimmed my eyes with tears and let +everybody else know. That was about the time when I met Ned Temple, and +he fell so madly in love with me, and threatened to shoot himself if I +would not marry him. He did not. Most men do not. I wonder if he placed +me when he heard of my anticipated coming. Probably he did not. They +have probably alluded to me as dear old Aunt Elizabeth, and when he met +me (I was staying at Harriet Munroe's before she was married) nobody +called me Elizabeth, but Lily. Miss Elizabeth Talbert, instead of +Lily Talbert, might naturally set him wrong. Everybody here calls me +Elizabeth. Outside Eastridge I am Lily. I dare say Ned Temple has not +dreamed who I am. I hear that he is quite brilliant, although the poor +fellow must be limited as to his income. However, in some respects it +must be just as well. It would be a great trial to a man with a large +income to have a wife like Mrs. Temple, who could make no good use of +it. You might load that poor soul with crown jewels and she would +make them look as if she had bought them at a department store for +ninety-eight cents. And the way she keeps her house must be maddening, I +should think, to a brilliant man. Fancy the books on the table being +all arranged with the large ones under the small ones in perfectly even +piles! I am sure that he has his meals on time, and I am equally sure +that the principal dishes are preserves and hot biscuits and cake. That +sort of diet simply shows forth in Mrs. Temple and her children. I am +sure that his socks are always mended, but I know that he always wipes +his feet before he enters the house, that it has become a matter of +conscience with him; and those exactions are to me pathetic. These +reflections are uncommonly like the popular conception as to how an +old-maid aunt should reflect, had she not ceased to exist. Sometimes I +wish she were still existing and that I carried out her character to the +full. I am not at all sure but she, as she once was, coming here, would +not have brought more happiness than I have. I must say I thought so +when I saw poor Harry Goward turn so pale when he first saw me after my +arrival. Why, in the name of common-sense, Ada, my sister-in-law, when +she wrote to me at the Pollards', announcing Peggy's engagement, could +not have mentioned who the man was, I cannot see. + +Sometimes it seems to me that only the girl and the engagement figure at +all in such matters. I suppose Peggy always alluded to me as "dear Aunt +Elizabeth," when that poor young fellow knew me at the Abercrombies', +where we were staying a year ago, as Miss Lily Talbert. The situation +with regard to him and Peggy fairly puzzles me. I simply do not know +what to do. Goodness knows I never lifted my finger to attract him. +Flirtations between older women and boys always have seemed to me +contemptible. I never particularly noticed him, although he is a +charming young fellow, and there is not as much difference in our ages +as in those of Harriet Munroe and her husband, and if I am not mistaken +there is more difference between the ages of Ned Temple and his wife. +Poor soul! she looks old enough to be his mother, as I remember him, but +that may be partly due to the way she arranges her hair. However, Ned +himself may have changed; there must be considerable wear and tear about +matrimony, taken in connection with editing a country newspaper. If I +had married Ned I might have looked as old as Mrs. Temple does. I wonder +what Ned will do when he sees me. I know he will not turn white, as poor +Harry Goward did. That really worries me. I am fond of little Peggy, +and the situation is really rather awful. She is engaged to a man who +is fond of her aunt and cannot conceal it. Still, the affection of most +male things is curable. If Peggy has sense enough to retain her love for +frills and bows, and puts on her clothes as well, and arranges her hair +as prettily, after she has been married a year--no, ten years (it will +take at least ten years to make a proper old-maid aunt of me)--she may +have the innings. But Peggy has no brains, and it really takes a woman +with brains to keep her looks after matrimony. + +Of course, the poor little soul has no danger to fear from me; it +is lucky for her that her fiance fell in love with me; but it is the +principle of the thing which worries me. Harry Goward must be as fickle +as a honey-bee. There is no assurance whatever for Peggy that he will +not fall headlong in love--and headlong is just the word for it--with +any other woman after he has married her. I did not want the poor fellow +to stick to me, but when I come to think of it that is the trouble. +How short-sighted I am! It is his perverted fickleness rather than his +actual fickleness which worries me. He has proposed to Peggy when he was +in love with another woman, probably because he was in love with +another woman. Now Peggy, although she is not brilliant, in spite of her +co-education (perhaps because of it), is a darling, and she deserves +a good husband. She loves this man with her whole heart, poor little +thing! that is easy enough to be seen, and he does not care for her, at +least not when I am around or when I am in his mind. The question is, +is this marriage going to make the child happy? My first impulse, when +I saw Harry Goward and knew that he was poor Peggy's lover, was +immediately to pack up and leave. Then I really wondered if that was +the wisest thing to do. I wanted to see for myself if Harry Goward were +really in earnest about poor little Peggy and had gotten over his mad +infatuation for her aunt and would make her a good husband. Perhaps +I ought to leave, and yet I wonder if I ought. Harry Goward may have +turned pale simply from his memory of what an uncommon fool he had been, +and the consideration of the embarrassing position in which his past +folly has placed him, if I chose to make revelations. He might have +known that I would not; still, men know so little of women. I think that +possibly I am worrying myself needlessly, and that he is really in love +with Peggy. She is quite a little beauty, and she does know how to put +her clothes on so charmingly. The adjustments of her shirt-waists are +simply perfection. I may be very foolish to go away; I may be even +insufferably conceited in assuming that Harry's change of color +signified anything which could make it necessary. But, after all, he +must be fickle and ready to turn from one to another, or deceitful, and +I must admit that if Peggy were my daughter, and Harry had never been +mad about me six weeks ago, but about some other woman, I should still +feel the same way. + +Sometimes I wonder if I ought to tell Ada. She is the girl's mother. I +might shift the responsibility on to her. I almost think I will. She is +alone in her room now, I know. Peggy and Harry have gone for a drive, +and the rest have scattered. It is a good chance. I really don't feel as +if I ought to bear the whole responsibility alone. I will go this minute +and tell Ada. + + +Well, I have told Ada, and here I am back in my room, laughing over the +result. I might as well have told the flour-barrel. Anything like Ada's +ease of character and inability to worry or even face a disturbing +situation I have never seen. I laugh, although her method of receiving +my tale was not, so to speak, flattering to me. Ada was in her loose +white kimono, and she was sitting at her shady window darning stockings +in very much the same way that a cow chews her cud; and when I told her, +under promise of the strictest secrecy, she just laughed that placid +little laugh of hers and said, taking another stitch, "Oh, well, boys +are always falling in love with older women." And when I asked if she +thought seriously that Peggy might not be running a risk, she said: "Oh +dear, no; Harry is devoted to the child. You can't be foolish enough. +Aunt Elizabeth, to think that he is in love with you NOW?" + +I said, "Certainly not." It was only the principle involved; that the +young man must be very changeable, and that Peggy might run a risk in +the future if Harry were thrown in much with other women. + +Ada only laughed again, and kept on with her darning, and said she +guessed there was no need to worry. Harry seemed to her very much like +Cyrus, and she was sure that Cyrus had never thought of another woman +besides herself (Ada). + +I wonder if another woman would have said what I might have said, +especially after that imputation of the idiocy of my thinking that a +young man could possibly fancy ME. I said nothing, but I wondered what +Ada would say if she knew what I knew, if she would continue to chew her +cud, that Cyrus had been simply mad over another girl, and only married +her because he could not get the other one, and when the other died, +five years after he was married to Ada, he sent flowers, and I should +not to this day venture to speak that girl's name to the man. She was a +great beauty, and she had a wonderful witchery about her. I was only +a child, but I remember how she looked. Why, I fell in love with her +myself! Cyrus can never forget a woman like that for a cud-chewing +creature like Ada, even if she does keep his house in order and make a +good mother to his children. The other would not have kept the house +in order at all, but it would have been a shrine. Cyrus worshipped that +girl, and love may supplant love, but not worship. Ada does not know, +and she never will through me, but I declare I was almost wicked enough +to tell her when I saw her placidly darning away, without the slightest +conception, any more than a feather pillow would have, of what this +ridiculous affair with me might mean in future consequences to poor, +innocent little Peggy. But I can only hope the boy has gotten over his +feeling for me, that he has been really changeable, for that would be +infinitely better than the other thing. + + +Well, I shall not need to go away. Harry Goward has himself solved that +problem. He goes himself to-morrow. He has invented a telegram about a +sick uncle, all according to the very best melodrama. But what I +feared is true--he is still as mad as ever about me. I went down to +the post-office for the evening mail, and was coming home by moonlight, +unattended, as any undesirable maiden aunt may safely do, when the boy +overtook me. I had heard his hurried steps behind me for some time. Up +he rushed just as we reached the vacant lot before the Temple house, and +caught my arm and poured forth a volume of confessions and avowals, and, +in short, told me he did not love Peggy, but me, and he never would love +anybody but me. I actually felt faint for a second. Then I talked. I +told him what a dishonorable wretch he was, and said he might as well +have plunged a knife into an innocent, confiding girl at once as to +have treated Peggy so. I told him to go away and let me alone and write +friendly letters to Peggy, and see if he would not recover his senses, +if he had any to recover, which I thought doubtful; and then when he +said he would not budge a step, that he would remain in Eastridge, if +only for the sake of breathing the same air I did, that he would tell +Peggy the whole truth at once, and bear all the blame which he deserved +for being so dishonorable, I arose to the occasion. I said, "Very well, +remain, but you may have to breathe not only the same air that I do, but +also the same air that the man whom I am to marry does." I declare that +I had no man whatever in mind. I said it in sheer desperation. Then the +boy burst forth with another torrent, and the secret was out. + +My brother and my sister-in-law and Grandmother Evarts and the children, +for all I know, have all been match-making for me. I did not suspect it +of them. I supposed they esteemed my case as utterly hopeless, and then +I knew that Cyrus knew about--well, never mind; I don't often mention +him to myself. I certainly thought that they all would have as soon +endeavored to raise the dead as to marry me, but it seems that they have +been thinking that while there is life there is hope, or rather, +while there are widowers there is hope. And there is a widower in +Eastridge--Dr. Denbigh. He is the candle about which the mothlike dreams +of ancient maidens and widows have fluttered, to their futile singeing, +for the last twenty years. I really did not dream that they would think +I would flutter, even if I was an old-maid aunt. But Harry cried out +that if I were going to marry Dr. Denbigh he would go away. He never +would stay and be a witness to such sacrilege. "That OLD man!" he raved. +And when I said I was not a young girl myself he got all the madder. +Well, I allowed him to think I was going to marry Dr. Denbigh (I +wonder what the doctor would say), and as a consequence Harry will flit +to-morrow, and he is with poor little Peggy out in the grape-arbor, and +she is crying her eyes out. If he dares tell her what a fool he is I +could kill him. I am horribly afraid that he will let it out, for I +never saw such an alarmingly impetuous youth. Young Lochinvar out of the +west was mere cambric tea to him. I am really thankful that he has not +a gallant steed, nor even an automobile, for the old-maid aunt might yet +be captured as the Sabine women were. + + +Well, thank fortune, Harry has left, and he cannot have told, for poor +little Peggy has been sitting with me for a solid hour, sniffing, and +sounding his praises. Somehow the child made me think of myself at +her age. I was about a year older when my tragedy came and was never +righted. Hers, I think, will be, since Harry was not such an ass as to +confess before he went away. But all the same, I am concerned for her +happiness, for Harry is either fickle or deceitful. Sometimes I wonder +what my duty is, but I can't tell the child. It would do no more good +for me to consult my brother Cyrus than it did to consult Ada. I know of +no one whom I can consult. Charles Edward and his wife, who is just +like Ada, pretty, but always with her shirt-waist hunching in the back, +sitting wrong, and standing lopsided, and not worrying enough to give +her character salt and pepper, are there. (I should think she would +drive Charles Edward, who is really an artist, only out of his proper +sphere, mad.) Tom and Maria are down there, too, on the piazza, and Ada +at her everlasting darning, and Alice bossing Billy as usual. I can hear +her voice. I think I will put on another gown and go for a walk. + +I think I will put on my pink linen, and my hat lined with pink chiffon +and trimmed with shaded roses. That particular shade of pink is just +right for my hair. I know quite well how I look in that gown and hat, +and I know, also, quite well how I shall look to the members of my +family assembled below. They all unanimously consider that I should +dress always in black silk, and a bonnet with a neat little tuft of +middle-aged violets, and black ribbons tied under my chin. I know I am +wicked to put on that pink gown and hat, but I shall do it. I wonder why +it amuses me to be made fun of. Thank fortune, I have a sense of humor. +If I did not have that it might have come to the black silk and the +bonnet with the tuft of violets, for the Lord knows I have not, after +all, so very much compared with what some women have. It troubles me to +think of that young fool rushing away and poor, dear little Peggy; but +what can I do? This pink gown is fetching, and how they will stare when +I go down! + + +Well, they did stare. How pretty this street is, with the elms arching +over it. I made quite a commotion, and they all saw me through their +eyeglasses of prejudice, except, possibly, Tom Price, Maria's husband. I +am certain I heard him say, as I marched away, "Well, I don't care; she +does look stunning, anyhow," but Maria hushed him up. I heard her say, +"Pink at her age, and a pink hat, and a parasol lined with pink!" Ada +really looked more disturbed than I have ever seen her. If I had been +Godiva, going for my sacrificial ride through the town, it could not +have been much worse. She made her eyes round and big, and asked, in a +voice which was really agitated, "Are you going out in that dress. Aunt +Elizabeth?" And Aunt Elizabeth replied that she certainly was, and +she went after she had exchanged greetings with the family and kissed +Peggy's tear-stained little face. Charles Edward's wife actually +straightened her spinal column, she was so amazed at the sight of me in +my rose-colored array. Charles Edward, to do him justice, stared at me +with a bewildered air, as if he were trying to reconcile his senses +with his traditions. He is an artist, but he will always be hampered by +thinking he sees what he has been brought up to think he sees. That is +the reason why he has settled down uncomplainingly in Cyrus's "Works," +as he calls them, doing the very slight aesthetics possible in such a +connection. Now Charles Edward would think that sunburned grass over in +that field is green, when it is pink, because he has been taught that +grass is green. If poor Charles Edward only knew that grass was green +not of itself, but because of occasional conditions, and knew that his +aunt looked--well, as she does look--he would flee for his life, and +that which is better than his life, from the "Works," and be an artist, +but he never will know or know that he knows, which comes to the same +thing. + +Well, what does it matter to me? I have just met a woman who stared at +me, and spoke as if she thought I were a lunatic to be afield in this +array. What does anything matter? Sometimes, when I am with people who +see straight, I do take a certain pleasure in looking well, because I am +a woman, and nothing can quite take away that pleasure from me; but all +the time I know it does not matter, that nothing has really mattered +since I was about Peggy's age and Lyman Wilde quarrelled with me over +nothing and vanished into thin air, so far as I was concerned. I suppose +he is comfortably settled with a wife and family somewhere. It is rather +odd, though, that with all my wandering on this side of the water and +the other I have never once crossed his tracks. He may be in the Far +East, with a harem. I never have been in the Far East. Well, it does not +matter to me where he is. That is ancient history. On the whole, though, +I like the harem idea better than the single wife. I have what is left +to me--the little things of life, the pretty effects which go to make me +pretty (outside Eastridge); the comforts of civilization, travelling +and seeing beautiful things, also seeing ugly things to enhance the +beautiful. I have pleasant days in beautiful Florence. I have friends. I +have everything except--well, except everything. That I must do without. +But I will do without it gracefully, with never a whimper, or I don't +know myself. But now I AM worried over Peggy. I wish I could consult +with somebody with sense. What a woman I am! I mean, how feminine I +am! I wish I could cure myself of the habit of being feminine. It is +a horrible nuisance; this wishing to consult with somebody when I am +worried is so disgustingly feminine. + + +Well, I have consulted. I am back in my own room. It is after supper. +We had three kinds of cake, hot biscuits, and raspberries, and--a +concession to Cyrus--a platter of cold ham and an egg salad. He will +have something hearty, as he calls it (bless him! he is a good-fellow), +for supper. I am glad, for I should starve on Ada's New England menus. I +feel better, now that I have consulted, although, when I really consider +the matter, I can't see that I have arrived at any very definite issue. +But I have consulted, and, above all things, with Ned Temple! I was +walking down the street, and I reached his newspaper building. It is a +funny little affair; looks like a toy house. It is all given up to the +mighty affairs of the Eastridge Banner. In front there is a piazza, and +on this piazza sat Ned Temple. Changed? Well, yes, poor fellow! He is +thin. I am so glad he is thin instead of fat; thinness is not nearly +so disillusioning. His hair is iron-gray, but he is, after all, +distinguished-looking, and his manners are entirely sophisticated. He +shows at a glance, at a word, that he is a brilliant man, although he is +stranded upon such a petty little editorial island. And--and he saw ME +as I am. He did not change color. He is too self-poised; besides, he is +too honorable. But he saw ME. He rose immediately and came to speak to +me. He shook hands. He looked at my face under my pink-lined hat. He saw +it as it was; but bless him! that stupid wife of his holds him fast with +his own honor. Ned Temple is a good man. Sometimes I wonder if it would +not have been better if he, instead of Lyman--Well, that is idiotic. + +He said he had to go to the post-office, and then it was time for him +to go home to supper (to the cake and sauce, I suppose), and with +my permission he would walk with me. So he did. I don't know how +it happened that I consulted with him. I think he spoke of Peggy's +engagement, and that led up to it. But I could speak to him, because I +knew that he, seeing me as I really am, would view the matter seriously. +I told him about the miserable affair, and he said that I had done +exactly right. I can't remember that he offered any actual solution, but +it was something to be told that I had done exactly right. And then he +spoke of his wife, and in such a faithful fashion, and so lovingly +of his two commonplace little girls. Ned Temple is as good as he is +brilliant. It is really rather astonishing that such a brilliant man can +be so good. He told me that I had not changed at all, but all the time +that look of faithfulness for his wife never left his handsome face, +bless him! I believe I am nearer loving him for his love for another +woman than I ever was to loving him for himself. + +And then the inconceivable happened. I did what I never thought I should +be capable of doing, and did it easily, too, without, I am sure, a +change of color or any perturbation. I think I could do it, because +faithfulness had become so a matter of course with the man that I was +not ashamed should he have any suspicion of me also. He and Lyman used +to be warm friends. I asked if he knew anything about him. He met my +question as if I had asked what o'clock it was, just the way I knew he +would meet it. He knows no more than I do. But he said something +which has comforted me, although comfort at this stage of affairs is a +dangerous indulgence. He said, very much as if he had been speaking of +the weather, "He worshipped you, Lily, and wherever he is, in this world +or the next, he worships you now." Then he added: "You know how I felt +about you. Lily. If I had not found out about him, that he had come +first, I know how it would have been with me, so I know how it is with +him. We had the same views about matters of that kind. After I did find +out, why, of course, I felt different--although always, as long as I +live, I shall be a dear friend to you. Lily. But a man is unfaithful to +himself who is faithful to a woman whom another man loves and whom she +loves." + +"Yes, that is true," I agreed, and said something about the hours for +the mails in Eastridge. Lyman Wilde dropped out of Ned's life as he +dropped out of mine, it seems. I shall simply have to lean back upon +the minor joys of life for mental and physical support, as I did before. +Nothing is different, but I am glad that I have seen Ned Temple again, +and realize what a good man he is. + + +Well, it seems that even minor pleasures have dangers, and that I do not +always read characters rightly. The very evening after my little stroll +and renewal of friendship with Ned Temple I was sitting in my room, +reading a new book for which the author should have capital punishment, +when I heard excited voices, or rather an excited voice, below. I did +not pay much attention at first. I supposed the excited voice must +belong to either Maria or Alice, for no others of my brother's family +ever seem in the least excited, not to the extent of raising their +voices to a hysterical pitch. But after a few minutes Cyrus came to +the foot of the stairs and called. He called Aunt Elizabeth, and Aunt +Elizabeth, in her same pink frock, went down. Cyrus met me at the +foot of the stairs, and he looked fairly wild. "What on earth, Aunt +Elizabeth!" said he, and I stared at him in a daze. + +"The deuce is to pay," said he. "Aunt Elizabeth, did you ever know our +next-door neighbor before his marriage?" + +"Certainly," said I; "when we were both infants. I believe they had +gotten him out of petticoats and into trousers, but much as ever, and my +skirts were still abbreviated. It was at Harriet Munroe's before she was +married." + +"Have you been to walk with him?" gasped poor Cyrus. + +"I met him on my way to the post-office last night, and he walked along +with me, and then as far as his house on the way home, if you call that +walking out," said I. "You sound like the paragraphs in a daily paper. +Now, what on earth do you mean, if I may ask, Cyrus?" + +"Nothing, except Mrs. Temple is in there raising a devil of a row," said +Cyrus. He gazed at me in a bewildered fashion. "If it were Peggy I could +understand it," he said, helplessly, and I knew how distinctly he saw +the old-maid aunt as he gazed at me. "She's jealous of you, Elizabeth," +he went on in the same dazed fashion. "She's jealous of you because her +husband walked home with you. She's a dreadfully nervous woman, and, I +guess, none too well. She's fairly wild. It seems Temple let on how he +used to know you before he was married, and said something in praise +of your looks, and she made a regular header into conclusions. You have +held your own remarkably well, Elizabeth, but I declare--" And again +poor Cyrus gazed at me. + +"Well, for goodness' sake, let me go in and see what I can do," said I, +and with that I went into the parlor. + +I was taken aback. Nobody, not even another woman, can tell what a woman +really is. I thought I had estimated Ned Temple's wife correctly. I +had taken her for a monotonous, orderly, dull sort of creature, quite +incapable of extremes; but in reality she has in her rather large, +flabby body the characteristics of a kitten, with the possibilities of +a tigress. The tigress was uppermost when I entered the room. The woman +was as irresponsible as a savage. I was disgusted and sorry and furious +at the same time. I cannot imagine myself making such a spectacle over +any mortal man. She was weeping frantically into a mussy little ball of +handkerchief, and when she saw me she rushed at me and gripped me by the +arm like a mad thing. + +"If you can't get a husband for yourself," said she, "you might at least +let other women's husbands alone!" + +She was vulgar, but she was so wild with jealousy that I suppose +vulgarity ought to be forgiven her. I hardly know myself how I managed +it, but, somehow, I got the poor thing out of the room and the house and +into the cool night air, and then I talked to her, and fairly made her +be quiet and listen. I told her that Ned Temple had made love to me when +he was just out of petticoats and I was in short dresses. I stretched +or shortened the truth a little, but it was a case of necessity. Then I +intimated that I never would have married Ned Temple, anyway, and +THAT worked beautifully. She turned upon me in such a delightfully +inconsequent fashion and demanded to know what I expected, and declared +her husband was good enough for any woman. Then I said I did not doubt +that, and hinted that other women might have had their romances, even if +they did not marry. That immediately interested her. She stared at me, +and said, with the most innocent impertinence, that my brother's wife +had intimated that I had had an unhappy love-affair when I was a girl. +I did not think that Cyrus had told Ada, but I suppose a man HAS to tell +his wife everything. + +I hedged about the unhappy love-affair, but the first thing I knew the +poor, distracted woman was sobbing on my shoulder as we stood in front +of her gate, and saying that she was so sorry, but her whole life was +bound up in her husband, and I was so beautiful and had so much style, +and she knew what a dowdy she was, and she could not blame poor Ned +if--But I hushed her. + +"Your husband has no more idea of caring for another woman besides you +than that moon has of travelling around another world," said I; "and you +are a fool if you think so; and if you are dowdy it is your own fault. +If you have such a good husband you owe it to him not to be dowdy. I +know you keep his house beautifully, but any man would rather have his +wife look well than his house, if he is worth anything at all." + +Then she gasped out that she wished she knew how to do up her hair like +mine. It was all highly ridiculous, but it actually ended in my going +into the Temple house and showing Ned's wife how to do up her hair like +mine. She looked like another woman when it was puffed softly over her +forehead--she has quite pretty brown hair. Then I taught her how to +put on her corset and pin her shirt-waist taut in front and her skirt +behind. Ned was not to be home until late, and there was plenty of time. +It ended in her fairly purring around me, and saying how sorry she was, +and ashamed, that she had been so foolish, and all the time casting +little covert, conceited glances at herself in the looking-glass. +Finally I kissed her and she kissed me, and I went home. I don't really +see what more a woman could have done for a rival who had supplanted +her. But this revelation makes me more sorry than ever for poor Ned. I +don't know, though; she may be more interesting than I thought. Anything +is better than the dead level of small books on large ones, and meals +on time. It cannot be exactly monotonous never to know whether you will +find a sleek, purry cat, or an absurd kitten, or a tigress, when you +come home. Luckily, she did not tell Ned of her jealousy, and I have +cautioned all in my family to hold their tongues, and I think they +will. I infer that they suspect that I must have been guilty of some +unbecoming elderly prank to bring about such a state of affairs, unless, +possibly, Maria's husband and Billy are exceptions. I find that Billy, +when Alice lets him alone, is a boy who sees with his own eyes. He told +me yesterday that I was handsomer in my pink dress than any girl in his +school. + +"Why, Billy Talbert!" I said, "talking that way to your old aunt!" + +"I suppose you ARE awful old," said Billy, bless him! "but you are +enough-sight prettier than a girl. I hate girls. I hope I can get away +from girls when I am a man." + +I wanted to tell the dear boy that was exactly the time when he would +not get away from girls, but I thought I would not frighten him, but let +him find it out for himself. + + +Well, now the deluge! It is a week since Harry Goward went away, and +Peggy has not had a letter, although she has haunted the post-office, +poor child! and this morning she brought home a letter for me from that +crazy boy. She was white as chalk when she handed it to me. + +"It's Harry's writing," said she, and she could barely whisper. "I have +not had a word from him since he went away, and now he has written to +you instead of me. What has he written to you for, Aunt Elizabeth?" + +She looked at me so piteously, poor, dear little girl! that if I could +have gotten hold of Harry Goward that moment I would have shaken him. I +tried to speak, soothingly. I said: + +"My dear Peggy, I know no more than you do why he has written to me. +Perhaps his uncle is dead and he thought I would break it to you." + +That was rank idiocy. Generally I can rise to the occasion with more +success. + +"What do I care about his old uncle?" cried poor Peggy. "I never even +saw his uncle. I don't care if he is dead. Something has happened to +Harry. Oh, Aunt Elizabeth, what is it?" + +I was never in such a strait in my life. There was that poor child +staring at the letter as if she could eat it, and then at me. I dared +not open the letter before her. We were out on the porch. I said: + +"Now, Peggy Talbert, you keep quiet, and don't make a little fool of +yourself until you know you have some reason for it. I am going up to my +own room, and you sit in that chair, and when I have read this letter I +will come down and tell you about it." + +"I know he is dead!" gasped Peggy, but she sat down. + +"Dead!" said I. "You just said yourself it was his handwriting. Do have +a little sense, Peggy." With that I was off with my letter, and I locked +my door before I read it. + +Of all the insane ravings! I put it on my hearth and struck a match, and +the thing went up in flame and smoke. Then I went down to poor little +Peggy and patched up a story. I have always been averse to lying, and +I did not lie then, although I must admit that what I said was open to +criticism when it comes to exact verity. I told Peggy that Harry thought +that he had done something to make her angry (that was undeniably true) +and did not dare write her. I refused utterly to tell her just what was +in the letter, but I did succeed in quieting her and making her think +that Harry had not broken faith with her, but was blaming himself +for some unknown and imaginary wrong he had done her. Peggy rushed +immediately up to her room to write reassuring pages to Harry, and her +old-maid aunt had the horse put in the runabout and was driven over to +Whitman, where nobody knows her--at least the telegraph operator does +not. Then I sent a telegram to Mr. Harry Goward to the effect that if he +did not keep his promise with regard to writing F. L. to P. her A. would +never speak to him again; that A. was about to send L., but he must keep +his promise with regard to P. by next M. + +It looked like the most melodramatic Sunday personal ever invented. It +might have meant burglary or murder or a snare for innocence, but I sent +it. Now I have written. My letter went in the same mail as poor Peggy's, +but what will be the outcome of it all I cannot say. Sometimes I catch +Peggy looking at me with a curious awakened expression, and then I +wonder if she has begun to suspect. I cannot tell how it will end. + + + + +III. THE GRANDMOTHER, by Mary Heaton Vorse + +The position of an older woman in her daughter's house is often +difficult. It makes no difference to me that Ada is a mother herself; +she might be even a great-grandmother, and yet in my eyes she would +still be Ada, my little girl. I feel the need of guiding her and +protecting her just as much this minute as when she was a baby in the +nursery; only now the task is much more difficult. That is why I say +that the position of women placed as I am is often hard, harder than if +I lived somewhere else, because although I am with Ada I can no longer +protect her from anything--not even from myself, my illnesses and +weaknesses. It sometimes seems to me, so eagerly do I follow the +lights and shadows of my daughter's life, as if I were living a second +existence together with my own. Only as I grow older I am less fitted +physically to bear things, even though I take them philosophically. + +When Ada and the rest of my children were little, I could guard against +the menaces to their happiness; I could keep them out of danger; if +their little friends didn't behave, I sent them home. When it was +needed, I didn't hesitate to administer a good wholesome spanking to my +children. There isn't one of these various things but needs doing now +in Ada's house. I can't, however, very well spank Cyrus, nor can I send +Elizabeth home. All I CAN do is to sit still and hold my tongue, though +I don't know, I'm sure, what the end of it all is to be. + +Life brings new lessons at every turn in the road, and one of the +hardest of all is the one we older people have to learn--to sit still +while our children hurt themselves, or, what is worse, to sit still +while other people hurt our children. It is especially hard for me +to bear, when life is made difficult for my Ada, for if ever any one +deserved happiness my daughter does. I try to do justice to every one, +and I hope I am not unfair when I say that the best of men, and Cyrus is +one of them, are sometimes blind and obstinate. Of all my children, Ada +gave me the least trouble, and was always the most loving and tender and +considerate. Indeed, if Ada has a fault, it is being too considerate. I +could, if she only would let me, help her a great deal more around the +house; although Ada is a very good housekeeper, I am constantly seeing +little things that need doing. I do my best to prevent the awful waste +of soap that goes on, and there are a great many little ways Ada could +let me save for her if she would. When I suggest this to her she laughs +and says, "Wait till we need to save as badly as that, mother," which +doesn't seem to me good reasoning at all. "Waste not, want not," say +I, and when it comes to throwing out perfectly good glass jars, as the +girls would do if I didn't see to it they saved them, why, I put my foot +down. If Ada doesn't want them herself to put things up in, why, some +poor woman will. I don't believe in throwing things away that may come +in handy sometime. When I kept house nobody ever went lacking strings or +a box of whatever size, to send things away in, or paper in which to +do it up, and I can remember in mother's day there was never a time she +hadn't pieces put by for a handsome quilt. Machinery has put a stop to +many of our old occupations, and the result is a generation of nervous +women who haven't a single thing in life to occupy themselves with but +their own feelings, while girls like Peggy, who are active and useful, +have nothing to do but to go to school and keep on going to school. If +one wanted to dig into the remote cause of things, one might find the +root of our present trouble in these changed conditions, for Cyrus's +sister, Elizabeth, is one of these unoccupied women. Formerly in a +family like ours there would have been so much to do that, whether she +liked it or not, and whether she had married or not, Elizabeth would +have had to be a useful woman--and now the less said the better. + +It is hard, I say, to see the causes for unhappiness set in action and +yet do nothing, or, if one speaks, to speak to deaf ears. Oh, it is very +hard to do this, and this has been the portion of older women always. +Our children sometimes won't even let us dry their tears for them, but +cry by themselves, as I know Ada has been doing lately--though in the +end she came to me, or rather I went to her, for, after all, I am living +in the same world with the rest of them. I have not passed over to the +other side yet, and while I stay I am not going to be treated as if I +were a disembodied spirit. I have eyes of my own, and ears too, and I +can see as well as the next man when things go wrong. + +I have always known that no good would come of sending Peggy to a +coeducational college. I urged Ada to set her foot down, for Ada didn't +wish to send Peggy there, naturally enough, but she wouldn't. + +"Well," said I, "I'M not afraid to speak my mind to your husband." Now +I very seldom open my mouth to Cyrus, or to any one else in this house, +for it is more than ever the fashion for people to disregard the advice +of others, and the older I get the more I find it wise to save my breath +to cool my porridge--there come times, however, when I feel it my duty +to speak. + +"Mark my words, Cyrus," I said. "You'll be sorry you sent Peggy off to +a boys' school. Girls at her age are impressionable, and if they aren't +under their mothers' roofs, where they can be protected and sheltered, +why, then send them to a seminary where they will see as few young men +as possible." + +Cyrus only laughed and said: + +"Well, mother, you can say 'I told you so' if anything bad comes of it." + +"It's all very well to laugh, Cyrus," I answered, "but _I_ don't believe +in putting difficulties into life that aren't there already, and that's +what sending young men and young women off to the same college seems to +ME!" + +When Peggy came home engaged, after her last year, everybody was +surprised. + +"I'm sure I don't know what Cyrus expected," I said to Ada. "You can't +go out in the rain without getting wet. Let us pray that this young man +will turn out to be all right, though we know so little about him." +For all we knew was what Peggy told us, and you know the kind of things +young girls have to tell one about their sweethearts. Peggy didn't even +know what church his people went to! I couldn't bear the thought of +that dear child setting out on the long journey of marriage in such a +fashion. I looked forward with fear to what Ada might have to go through +if it didn't turn out all right. For one's daughter's sorrows are one's +own; what she suffers one must suffer, too. It is hard for a mother to +see a care-free, happy young girl turn into a woman before her eyes. +Even if a woman is very happy, marriage brings many responsibilities, +and a woman who has known the terror of watching beside a sick child can +never be quite the same, I think. We ourselves grew and deepened +under such trials, and we wouldn't wish our daughters to be less than +ourselves; but, oh, how glad I should be to have Peggy spared some +things! How happy I should be to know that she was to have for her lot +only the trials we all must have! I do not want to see my Ada having to +bear the unhappiness of seeing Peggy unhappy. Even if Peggy puts up a +brave face, Ada will know--she will know just as I have known things in +my own children's lives; and I shall know, too. This young man has it in +his hands to trouble my old age. + +No mother and daughter can live together as Ada and I have without what +affects one of us affecting the other. When her babies were born I was +with her; I helped her bring them up; as I have grown older, though +she comes to me less and less, wishing to spare me, I seem to need less +telling; for I know myself when anything ails her. + +It amazed me to see how Ada took Peggy's engagement, and when young +Henry Goward came to visit, I made up my mind that he should not go +away again without our finding out a little, at any rate, of what his +surroundings had been, and what his own principles were. As we grow +older we see more and more that character is the main thing in life, +and I would rather have a child of mine marry a young man of sound +principles whom she respected than one of undisciplined character and +lax ideas whom she loved. When I said things like this to Ada, she +replied: + +"I'm afraid you're prejudiced against that poor boy because he and Peggy +happened to meet at college." + +I answered: "I am not prejudiced at all, Ada, but I feel that all of us, +you especially, should keep our eyes and ears open. Wait! is all I say." + +I know my own faults, for I have always believed that one is never too +old for character-building, and I know that being prejudiced is not one +of them. I realize too keenly that as women advance in years they +are very apt to get set in their ways unless they take care, and I am +naturally too fair-minded to judge a man before I have seen him. Maria +and Alice were prejudiced, if you like. Maria, indeed, had so much to +say to Ada that I interfered, though it is contrary to my custom. + +"I should think, Maria," I said, "that however old you are, you would +realize that your father and mother are EVEN better able to judge than +you as to their children's affairs." I cannot imagine where Maria gets +her dominant disposition. It is very unlike the women of our family. + +When he came, however, Mr. Goward's manners and appearance impressed me +favorably. Neither Ada nor Cyrus, as far as I could see, tried in the +least to draw him out. I sat quiet for a while, but at last for Peggy's +sake I felt I would do what I could to find out his views on important +things. I was considerably relieved to hear that his mother was a Van +Horn, a very good Troy family and distant connection of mother's. + +When I asked him what he was, "My PEOPLE are Episcopalians," he replied. + +"I suppose that means YOU are something else?" I asked him. + +"I'm afraid it means I'm nothing else," he answered; and while I was +glad he was so honest, I couldn't help feeling anxious at having Peggy +engaged to a man so unformed in his beliefs. I do not care so much +WHAT people believe, for I am not bigoted, as that they should believe +SOMETHING, and that with their whole hearts. There are a great many +young men like Henry Goward, to-day, who have no fixed beliefs and +no established principles beyond a vague desire to be what they call +"decent fellows." One needs more than that in this world. + +However, I found the boy likable, and everything went smoothly for a +time, when all at once I felt something had gone wrong--what, I didn't +know. Mr. Goward received a telegram and left suddenly. Ada, I could +see, was anxious; Peggy, tearful; and, as if this wasn't enough, Mrs. +Temple, our new neighbor, who had seemed a sensible body to me, had +some sort of a falling-out with Aunt Elizabeth, who pretended that Mrs. +Temple was jealous of her! After Mrs. Temple had gone home, Elizabeth +Talbert went around pleased as Punch and swore us all to solemn secrecy +never to tell any one about "Mrs. Temple's absurd jealousy." + +"You needn't worry about me, Aunt Elizabeth," I said. "I'm not likely to +go around proclaiming that ANOTHER woman has made a fool of herself." + +Elizabeth Talbert is one of those women who live on a false basis. She +is a case of arrested development. She enjoys the same amusements that +she did fifteen years ago. She is like a young fruit that has been put +up in a preserving fluid and gives the illusion of youth; the preserving +fluid in her case is the disappointment she suffered as a girl. I like +useful women--women who, whether married or unmarried, bring things to +pass in this world, and Elizabeth does not. Still, I can't help feeling +sorry for her, poor thing; in the end our own shortcomings and vanities +hurt us more than they hurt any one else. I heartily wish she would get +married--I have known women older than Elizabeth, and worse-looking, to +find husbands--both for her own sake and for Ada's, for her comings +and goings complicate life for my daughter. She diffuses around her an +atmosphere of criticism--I do not think she ever returns from a visit to +the city without wishing that we should have dinner at night, and Alice +is beginning to prick up her ears and listen to her. She spends a great +deal of time over her dress, and, if she has grown no older, neither +have her clothes--not a particle. She dresses in gowns suitable for +Peggy, but which Maria, who is years younger than her aunt, would not +think of wearing. Elizabeth is the kind of woman who is a changed being +at the approach of a man; she is even different when Cyrus or Billy is +around; she brightens up and exerts herself to please them; but when +she is alone with Ada and me she is frankly bored and looks out of +the window in a sad, far-away manner. The presence of men has a most +rejuvenating effect on Aunt Elizabeth, although she pretends she has +never been interested in any man since her disappointment years ago. +When she got back and found Harry Goward here, instead of relapsing into +her lack-lustre ways, as she generally does, she kept on her interested +air. + +I have always thought that houses have their atmosphere, like people, +and this house lately has seemed bewitched. After Mr. Goward left, +although every one tried to pretend things were as they should be, the +situation grew more and more uncomfortable. I felt it, though no one +told me a thing. I fancy that most older people have the same experience +often that I have had lately. All at once you are aware something is +wrong. You can't tell why you feel this; you only know that you are +living in the cold shadow of some invisible unhappiness. You see no +tears in the eyes of the people you love, but tears have been shed just +the same. Why? You don't know, and no one thinks of telling you. It +is like seeing life from so far off that you cannot make out what has +happened. I have sometimes leaned out of a window and have seen down the +street a crowd of gesticulating people, but I was too far off to know +whether some one was hurt or whether it was only people gathered around +a man selling something. When I see such things my heart beats, for I am +always afraid it is an accident, and so with the things I don't know in +my own household. I always fancy them worse than they are. There are +so many things one can imagine when one doesn't KNOW, and now I fancied +everything. Such things, I think, tell on older people more than on +younger ones, and at last I went to my room and kept there most of the +time, reading William James's Varieties of Religious Experience. It is +an excellent work in many ways. I am told it is given in sanitariums +for nervous people to read, for the purpose of getting their minds off +themselves. I found it useful to get my mind off others, for of late I +have gotten to an almost morbid alertness, and I know by the very way +Peggy ran up the stairs that something ailed her even before I caught a +glimpse of her face, which showed me that she was going straight to her +room to cry. + +This sort of thing had happened too often, and I made up my mind I would +not live in this moral fog another moment. So I went to Ada. + +"Ada," I said, "I am your mother, and I think I have a right to ask you +a question. I want to know this: what has that young man been doing?" + +"I suppose you mean Harry," Ada answered. "He hasn't been doing +anything. Peggy's a little upset because he isn't a good correspondent. +You know how girls feel--" + +"Don't tell ME, Ada," said I. "I know better. There's more in it than +that. Peggy's a sensible girl. There's something wrong, and I want you +to tell me what it is." Younger people don't realize how bad it can be +to be left to worry alone in the dark. + +Ada sat down with a discouraged air such as I have seldom seen her with. +I went over to her and took her hand in mine. + +"Tell mother what's worrying you, dear," I said, gently. + +"Why, it's all so absurd," Ada answered. "I can't make head or tail of +it. Aunt Elizabeth came to me full of mystery soon after she came back, +and told me that Harry Goward had become infatuated with her when she +was off on one of her visits--" + +I couldn't help exclaiming, "Well, of all things!" + +"That's not the queerest part," Ada went on. "She told me as confidently +as could be that he is still in love with her." + +"Ada," said I, "Elizabeth Talbert must be daft! Does she think that all +the men in the world are in love with her--at her age? First Mrs. Temple +making such a rumpus, and now this--" + +"At first I thought just as you do," Ada said, helplessly. "Of course +there can't be anything in it--and yet--I'm sure I don't understand the +situation at all. You know Harry left quite unexpectedly--soon after +Elizabeth came; he didn't write for a week--and then to her, and Peggy's +only had one short note from him--" + +I can see through a hole in a millstone as well as any one, and a light +dawned on me. + +"You can depend upon it, Ada," I said, "Aunt Elizabeth has been making +trouble! I don't know what she's been up to, but she's been up to +something! I wondered why she had been having such a contented look +lately--and now I know." + +"Oh, mother, I can't believe that!" Ada protested. "I thought +Elizabeth was a little vain and silly, and, though everything is so +incomprehensible, I don't believe for a moment that Aunt Elizabeth would +do anything to hurt Peggy." + +My Ada is a truly good woman--so good that it is almost impossible for +her to believe ill of any one, and she was profoundly shocked at what I +suggested. + +"I don't think in the beginning Elizabeth intended to hurt Peggy," I +answered her, gently, "but when you've lived as long in the world as I +have you'll realize to what lengths a woman will go to show the world +she's still young. Just look at it for yourself. Everything was going +smoothly until Elizabeth came. Now it's not. Elizabeth has told you +she's had goings-on with Harry Goward. I don't see, Ada, how you can be +so blind as not to be willing to look the truth in the face. If it's +not Elizabeth's fault, whose is it? I don't suppose you believe Henry +Goward's dying for love of Aunt Elizabeth when he can look at Peggy! Oh, +I'd like to hear his side of the story! For you may be sure that there +is one!" + +"Mother," said Ada, "if I believed Elizabeth had done anything to mar +that child's happiness--" + +She stopped for fear, I suppose, of what she might be led to say. "We +mustn't judge before we know," she finished. But I knew by the look +on her face that, if Aunt Elizabeth has made trouble, Ada will never +forgive her. + +"What does Cyrus say to all this?" I asked, by way of diversion. + +"Oh, I haven't told Cyrus anything about it. I didn't intend to tell any +one--about Aunt Elizabeth's part in it. I think Cyrus is a little uneasy +himself, but he's been so busy lately--" + +"Well," I said, "_I_ think Cyrus ought to be told! And you're the one to +do it. Don't let's judge, to be sure, before we know everything, but I +think Cyrus ought to know the mischief his sister is making! Elizabeth +simply makes a convenience of this house. It's her basis of departure +to pack her trunk from, that's all your home means to her. She's never +lifted a finger to be useful beyond rearranging the furniture in a +different way from what you'd arranged it. She acts exactly as if she +were a young lady boarder. She's nothing whatever to do in this world +except make trouble for others. I think Cyrus should know, and then if +he prefers his sister's convenience to his wife's happiness, well and +good!" It's not often I speak out, but now and then things happen which +I can't very well keep silent about. It did me good to ease my mind +about Elizabeth Talbert for once. + +Ada only said, "Elizabeth and I have always been such good friends, and +she's so fond of Peggy." + +Ada doesn't realize that with some women vanity is stronger than +loyalty. She kissed me. "It's done me good to talk to you, mother," she +said, "because now it doesn't seem, when I put it outside myself, that +there's very much of anything to worry about." + +Ada has always been like that--she seems to get rid of her troubles just +by telling them. Now she had passed her riddle on to me, and I could not +keep Peggy and her affairs from my mind. I tried to tell myself that it +would be better for every one to find out now than later if Henry Goward +was not worthy to be Peggy's husband. But, oh, for all their sakes, how +I hoped this cloud, whatever it was, would blow over! I have a very good +constitution and I know how to take care of it, but when several more +days passed without Peggy's hearing from Henry again I gave way, but I +tried to keep up on Ada's account. I began to see how much this young +man's honor and faithfulness meant to Peggy, and I took long excursions +back into the past to remember how I felt at her age. Mail-time was the +difficult time for all three of us. Before the postman came Peggy would +brighten up; not that she was drooping at any time, only I knew how +tensely she waited, because Ada and I waited with her. When the man +came, and again no letters, Peggy held up her head bravely as could be, +but I could see, all the same, how the light had gone out. The worst of +it was, everybody knew about it. It would have been twice as easy +for the child if she could have borne it alone, but Elizabeth Talbert +watched the mail like a cat, and even manoeuvred to try and get the +letters before Peggy, while Alice went around with her nose in the air, +and I heard Maria saying to Ada: + +"What's all this about Harry Goward's not writing?" + +To escape it all I took to my room, coming down only for meals. I +couldn't eat a thing, and Cyrus noticed it--it is queer how observant +men are about some things and how unobservant about others. He didn't +tell me what he was going to do, but in the afternoon Dr. Denbigh came +to see me. That's the way they do--I'm liable to have the doctor sent in +to look me over any time, whether I want him or not. Dr. Denbigh is an +excellent friend and a good doctor, but at my time of life I should be +lacking in intelligence if I didn't understand my constitution better +than any doctor can. They seem to think that there's more virtue in a +pill or a powder because a doctor gives it to one than because one's +common-sense tells one to take it. That afternoon I didn't need him any +more than a squirrel needs a pocket, and I told him so. He laughed, and +then grew serious. + +"You're not looking as well as you did, Mrs. Evarts," he said, "and +Talbert told me that you had all the preliminary symptoms of one of your +attacks and wanted me to 'nip it in the bud,' he said." + +"Dr. Denbigh," said I, "if the matter with me could be cured by the +things you know, there are other people in this house who need your +attention more than I." I wanted to add that if Cyrus would always be +as far-sighted as he has been about me there wouldn't be anything the +matter to-day, but I held my tongue. + +"I see you're worried about something," the doctor said, very kindly. +"Mental anxiety pulls you down quicker than anything." + +Then as he sat chatting with me so kind and good--there's something +about Dr. Denbigh that makes me think of my own father, although he is +young enough to be my son--I told him the whole thing, all except Aunt +Elizabeth's share in it. I merely told him that Henry Goward had written +to her and not to Peggy. + +I felt very much better. He took what I told him seriously, and yet +not in the tragic way we did. He has a way of listening that is very +comforting. + +"It seems absurd, I know, for an old woman like me to get upset just +because her grandchild does not get letters from her sweetheart," I told +him. "But you see, doctor, no one suffers alone in a family like ours. +An event like this is like a wave that disturbs the whole surface of the +water. Every one of us feels anything that happens, each in his separate +way. Why, I can't be sick without its causing inconvenience to Billy." +And it is true; people in this world are bound up together in an +extraordinary fashion; and I wondered if Henry Goward's mother was +unhappy too, and was wondering what it was Peggy had done to her boy, +for she, of course, will think whatever happens is Peggy's fault. The +engagement of these two young people has been like a stone thrown into a +pond, and it takes only a very little pebble to ruffle the water farther +than one would believe it possible. + +After the doctor left, Ada came to sit with me. We were sewing quietly +when I heard voices in the hall. I heard Peggy say, "I want you to tell +mother." Then Billy growled: + +"I don't see what you're making such a kick for. I wouldn't have told +you if I'd known you'd be so silly." + +And I heard Peggy say again: + +"I want you to tell mother." Her tone was perfectly even, but it sounded +like Cyrus when he is angry. They both came in. Peggy was flushed, and +her lips were pressed firmly together. She looked older than I have ever +seen her. + +"What's the matter?" Ada asked them. + +"Tell her," Peggy commanded. Billy didn't know what it all was about. + +"Why, I just said I wondered what Aunt Elizabeth was telegraphing Harry +Goward about, and now she drags me in here and makes a fuss," he said, +in an aggrieved tone. + +"He was over at Whitman playing around the telegraph-office--he had +driven over on the express-wagon--and when Aunt Elizabeth drove up he +hid because he didn't want her to see him. Then he heard the operator +read the address aloud," Peggy explained, evenly. + +"Is this so?" Ada asked. + +"Sure," Billy answered, disgustedly, and made off as fast as he could. + +"Now," said Peggy, "I want to know why Harry wrote to Aunt Elizabeth, +and why she telegraphed him--over there where no one could see her!" She +stood up very straight. "I think I ought to know," she said, gently. + +"Yes, dear," Ada answered, "I think you ought." + +I shall be sorry for Elizabeth Talbert if she has been making mischief. + + + + +IV. THE DAUGHTER-IN-LAW, by Mary Stewart Cutting + +I have never identified myself with my husband's family, and Charles +Edward, who is the best sort ever, doesn't expect me to. Of course, I +want to be decent to them, though I know they talk about me, but you +can't make oil and water mix, and I don't see the use of pretending that +you can. I know they never can understand how Charles Edward married +me, and they never can get used to my being such a different type from +theirs. The Talberts are all blue-eyed, fair-haired, and rosy, and I'm +dark, thin, and pale, and Grandmother Evarts always thinks I can't be +well, and wants me to take the medicine she takes. + +But, really, I see very little of the family, except Alice and Billy, +who don't count. Billy comes in at any time he feels like it to get a +book and something to eat, though the others don't know it, and Alice +has fits of stopping in every afternoon on her way from school, and then +perhaps doesn't come near me for weeks. Alice is terribly discontented +at home, and I think it's a very good thing that she is; anything is +better than sinking to that dreadful dead level. She doesn't quite know +whether to take up the artistic life or be a society queen, and she +feels that nobody understands her at home. It makes her nearly wild when +Aunt Elizabeth comes back from one of her grand visits and acts as if +SHE wasn't anything. She came over right after the row, of course, and +told me all about it--she had on her new white China silk and her hat +with the feathers. She said she was so excited about everything that +she couldn't stop to think about what she put on; she looked terribly +dressed up, but she had come all through the village with her waist +unfastened in the middle of the back--she said she couldn't reach the +hooks. Aunt Elizabeth had gone away that morning for overnight, so +nobody could get at her to find out about her actions with Mr. Goward, +and the telegram she had sent to him, until the next day, and every one +was nearly crazy. They talked about it for two hours before Maria went +home. Then Peggy had locked herself in her room, and her mother had +gone out, and her grandmother was sitting now on the piazza, rocking and +sighing, with her eyes shut. Alice said each person had got dreadfully +worked up, not only about Aunt Elizabeth, but about all the ways every +other member of the family had hurt that person at some time. Maria said +that Peggy never would take HER advice, and Peggy returned that Maria +had hurt her more than any one by her attitude toward Harry Goward, that +she was so suspicious of him that it had made him act unnaturally from +the first--that nothing had hurt her so much since the time Maria took +away Peggy's doll on purpose when she was a little girl--the doll she +used to sleep with--and burned it; it was something she had NEVER got +over. + +Then her mother, who hadn't been talking very much, said that Peggy +didn't realize the depth of Maria's affection for her, and what a good +sister she had been, and how she had taken care of Peggy the winter that +Peggy was ill--and then she couldn't help saying that, bad as was this +affair about Harry Goward, it wasn't like the anxiety one felt about a +sick child; there were times when she felt that she could bear anything +if Charles Edward's health were only properly looked after. Of course +Lorraine was young and inexperienced, but if she would only use her +influence with him-- + +Alice broke off suddenly, and said she had to go--it was just as Dr. +Denbigh's little auto was coming down the street. She dashed out of the +door and bowed to him from the crossing, quite like a young lady, for +all her short skirts--she really did look fetching! Dr. Denbigh smiled +at her, but not the way he used to smile at Peggy. I really thought he +cared for Peggy once, though he's so much older that nobody else seemed +to dream of such a thing. + +Of course, after Alice went, I just sat there in the chair all humped +up, thinking of her last words. + +The family are always harping on "Lorraine's influence." If they wanted +their dear Charles Edward made different from the way he is, why on +earth didn't they do it themselves, when they had the chance? That's +what I want to know! I know they mean to be nice to me, but they take +it for granted that every habit Charles Edward has or hasn't, and +everything he does or doesn't, is because I didn't do something that I +ought to have done, or condoned something that I ought not. They seem to +think that a man is made of soft, kindergarten clay, and all a wife has +to do is to sit down and mould him as she pleases. Well, some men may be +like that, but Peter isn't. The family never really have forgiven me for +calling their darling "Charles Edward" Peter. I perfectly loathe that +long-winded Walter-Scotty name, and I don't care how many grandfathers +it's descended from. I'm sorry, of course, if it hurts their feelings, +but as long as _I_ don't object to their calling him what THEY like, +I don't see why they mind. And as for my managing Peter, they know +perfectly well that, though he's a darling, he's just mulishly +obstinate. He's had his own way ever since he was born; the whole family +simply adore him. His mother has always waited on him hand and foot, +though she's sensible enough with the other children. If he looks +sulky she is perfectly miserable. I am really very fond of my +mother-in-law--that is, I am fond of her IN SPOTS. There are times when +she understands how I feel about Peter better than any one else--like +that dreadful spring when he had pneumonia and I was nearly wild. I +know she is dreadfully unselfish and kind, but she WILL think--they all +do--that they know what Peter needs better than I do, and whenever they +see me alone it's to hint that I ought to keep him from smoking too much +and being extravagant, and that I should make him wear his overcoat +and go to bed early and take medicine when he has a cold. And through +everything else they hark back to that everlasting, "If you'd only exert +your influence, Lorraine dear, to make Charles Edward take more interest +in the business--his father thinks so much of that." + +If I were to tell them that Charles Edward perfectly detests the +business, and will NEVER be interested in it and never make anything out +of it, they'd all go straight off the handle; yet they all know it just +as well as I do. That's the trouble--you simply can't tell them the +truth about anything; they don't want to hear it. I never talk at all +any more when I go over to the big house, for I can't seem to without +horrifying somebody. + +I thought I should die when I first came here; it was so different +from the way it is at home, where you can say or do anything you please +without caring what anybody thinks. Dad has always believed in not +restricting individuality, and that girls have just as much right to +live their own lives as boys--which is a fortunate thing, for, counting +Momsey, there are four of us. + +We never had any system about anything at home, thank goodness! We just +had atmosphere. Dad was an artist, you know, and he does paint such +lovely pictures; but he gave it up as a profession when we were little, +and went into business, because, he said, he couldn't let his family +starve--and we all think it was so perfectly noble of him! I couldn't +give up being an artist for anybody, no matter WHO starved, and Peter +feels that way, too. Of course we both realize that we're not LIVING +here in this hole, we're simply existing, and nothing matters very +much until we get out of it. In six months, when Charles Edward is +twenty-five, there's a little money coming to him--three thousand +dollars--and then we're going to Paris to live our own lives; but nobody +knows anything about that. One day I said something, without thinking, +to my mother-in-law about that money; I've forgotten what it was, but +she looked so horrified and actually gasped: + +"You wouldn't think of Charles Edward's using his PRINCIPAL, Lorraine?" + +And I said: "Why not? It's his own principal." + +Well, I just made up my mind afterward that I'd never open my mouth +again, while I live here, about ANYTHING I was interested in, even about +Peter! + +His father might have let him go to Paris that year before we met, +when he was in New York at the Art League, just as well as not, but +the family all consulted about it, Peter says, and concluded it wasn't +"necessary." That is the blight that is always put on everything we want +to do--it isn't necessary. Oh, how Alice hates that word! She says she +supposes it's never "necessary" to be happy. + +Well, Peter heard that when the Paris scheme came up--he'd written home +that he couldn't work without the art atmosphere--Grandmother Evarts +said: + +"Why, I'm sure he has the Metropolitan Museum to go to; and there's +Wanamaker's picture-gallery, too. Has he been to Wanamaker's?" + +I thought I should throw a fit when Peter told me that! + +I know, of course, that the family pity Peter for living in a house +that's all at sixes and sevens, and for not having everything the way he +has been used to having it; and I know they think I keep him from going +to see them all at home, when the truth is--although, as usual, I can't +say it--sometimes I absolutely have to HOUND him to go there; though, of +course, he's awfully fond of them all, and his mother especially; but +he gets dreadfully lazy, and says they're his own people, anyway, and +he can do as he pleases about it. It's their own fault, because they've +always spoiled him. And if they only knew how he hates just that way of +living he's been always used to, with its little, petty cast-iron +rules and regulations, and the stupid family meals, where everybody is +expected to be on time to the minute! My father-in-law pulls out his +chair at the dinner-table exactly as the clock is striking one, and if +any member of the family is a fraction late all the rest are solemn and +strained and nervous until the culprit appears. Peter says the way he +used to suffer--he was NEVER on time. + +The menu for each day of the week is as fixed as fate, no matter what +the season of the year: hot roast beef, Sunday; cold roast beef, Monday; +beef-steak, Tuesday; roast mutton, Wednesday; mutton pot-pie, Thursday; +corned beef, Friday; and beef-steak again on Saturday. My father-in-law +never eats fish or poultry, so they only have either if there is +state company. There's one sacred apple pudding that's been made every +Wednesday for nineteen years, and if you can imagine anything more +positively dreadful than that, _I_ can't. + +Every time, as soon as we sit down to the table, Grandmother Evarts +always begins, officially: + +"Well, Charles Edward, my dear boy, we don't have you here very often +nowadays. I said to your mother yesterday that it was two whole weeks +since you had been to see her. What have you been doing with yourself +lately?" + +And when he says, as he always does, "Nothing, grandmother," I know +she's disappointed, and then she starts in and tells what she has been +doing, and Maria--Maria always manages to be there when we are--Maria +tells what SHE has been doing, with little side digs at me because I +haven't been pickling or preserving or cleaning. Once, when I first +went there, Maria asked me at dinner what days I had for cleaning. And +I said, as innocently as possible, that I hadn't any; that I perfectly +loathed cleaning, and that we never cleaned at home! Of course it wasn't +true, but we never talk about it, anyway. Peter said he nearly shrieked +with joy to hear me come out like that. + +It was almost as bad as the time I wore that sweet little yellow Empire +gown. It's a dear, and Lyman Wilde simply raved over it when he +painted me in it (not that he can really paint, but he has a TOUCH with +everything he does). I noticed that everybody seemed solemn and queer, +but I never dreamed that I was the cause until my mother-in-law came to +me afterward, blushing, and told me that Mr. Talbert never allowed any +of the family to wear Mother Hubbards around the house. MOTHER HUBBARDS! +I could have moaned. Well, when I go around there now I never care what +I have on, and I never pretend to talk at meals; I just sit and try and +make my mind a blank until it's over. You HAVE to make your mind a blank +if you don't want to be driven raving crazy by that dining-room. It has +a hideous black-walnut sideboard, an "oil-painting" of pale, bloated +fruit on one side, and pale, bloated fish on the other, and a strip of +black-and-white marbled oil-cloth below. + +I feel sometimes as if I could hardly live until my father-in-law rises +from his chair and kisses his wife good-bye before going off to the +factory. She always blushes so prettily when he kisses her--as if it +were for the first time. Then everybody looks pained when Peter and I +just nod at each other as he goes out--I cannot be affectionate to him +before them--and then, thank Heaven! the rest of us escape from the +dining-room. + +How Peggy, who has been away from home and seen and done things, can +stand it there now as it is, is a continual wonder to me. + +Peggy is a dear little thing. Peter has always been awfully fond of her, +but she doesn't seem to have an idea in her head beyond her clothes and +Harry Goward, though she'll HAVE to have something more to her if she's +going to keep HIM. The moment I saw that boy, of course I knew that he +had the artistic temperament; I've seen so much of it. He's the kind +that's always awfully gloomy until eleven o'clock in the morning, and +has to make love intensely to somebody every evening. What it must have +been to that boy, after indulging in a romantic dream with poor little +earnest, downright Peggy, to wake up and find the engagement taken +seriously not only by her, but by all her relatives--find himself +being welcomed into the family, introduced to them all as a future +member--what it must have been to him I can't imagine! Peggy has no +more temperament than a cow--the combination of Maria and Tom, and +Grandmother Evarts, and Billy with his face washed clean, and Alice with +three enormous bows on her hair, all waiting to welcome him, standing by +the pictorial lamp on the brown worsted mat on the centre-table, made +me fairly howl when I sat at home and thought of it--and that was before +I'd SEEN Harry. + +The family were, of course, quite "hurt" that Peter and I wouldn't +assist at the celebration. I cannot see why people WILL want you to do +things when they KNOW you don't care to! + +The next evening, however, we had to go, when Peggy herself came around +and asked us. Of course Mr. Goward was with Peggy most of the time. +They certainly looked charming together, but rather conscious and stiff. +Every member of the family was watching his every motion. Oh, I've been +there! I know what it is! + +Some of the neighbors were there, too. Peter hardly ever plays on the +big, old-fashioned grand-piano, but that night he was so bored he had +to. The family always THINK they're very musical--you can know the style +when I tell you that after Peter has been rambling through bits from +Schumann and Richard Strauss they always ask him if he won't "play +something." Well, after Peggy had gone into the other room with her +mother to do the polite to Mrs. Temple, Mr. Goward gravitated over +to where I sat in the big bay-window behind the piano; he had that +"be-good-to-me,-won't-you?" air that I know so well! Then we got to +talking and listening in between whiles--he knows lots of girls in the +Art League--till Peter began playing that heart-breaking "Im Herbst" +from the Franz Songs, and then he said: + +"You're going to be my sister, aren't you? Won't you let me hold your +hand while your husband's playing that? It makes me feel so lonely!" + +I answered, promptly, "Certainly; hold both hands if you like!" + +And we laughed, and Peter turned around for a moment and smiled, too. +Oh, it WAS nice to meet somebody of one's own kind! You get so sick of +having everything taken seriously. + +That night, after we'd left the house, Harry caught up with us at the +corner on his way to the hotel, and went home with us, and we all +talked until three o'clock in the morning. We simply ate all over the +house--goodness! how hungry we were! At Peter's home it's an unheard-of +thing to eat anything after half-past six--almost a crime, unless it's a +wedding or state reception. We began now with coffee in the dining-room, +and jam and cheese, and ended by gradual stages at hot lobster in the +chafing-dish in the studio--the darky was out all night, as usual. + +Then Harry and Peter concluded that it was too late to go to bed at +all--it was really daylight--so they took bath-towels and went down to +the river and had a swim, and Harry slipped back to the house at six +o'clock. He said we'd repeat it all the next night, but of course we +didn't. He's the kind that, as soon as he's promised to do a thing, +feels at once that he doesn't really want to do it. + +The next day Peter's Aunt Elizabeth came on the scene, and of course we +stayed away as much as we could. She loves Peter--they all do--but she +hasn't any use for me, and shows it. She thinks I'm perfectly dumb +and stupid. I simply don't exist, and I've never tried to undeceive +her--it's too much trouble. She always wants to tell people how to do +their hair and put on their clothes. + +Miss Elizabeth Talbert is a howling swell; she only just endures it +here. I've heard lots of things about her from Bell Pickering, who knows +the Munroes--Lily Talbert, they call her there. She thinks she's fond of +Art, but she really doesn't know the first thing about it--she doesn't +like anything that isn't expensive and elegant and a la mode. + +The only time she ever came to see me she actually PICKED her way +around the house when I was showing it to her--there's no other word +to use--just because there was a glass of jelly on the sofa, and +the painting things were all over the studio with Peter's clothes. I +perfectly hated her that day, yet I do love to look at her, and I can +see how she might be terribly nice if you were any one she thought worth +caring for. There have been times when I've seen a look on her face, +like the clear ethereal light beyond the sunset, that just PULLED at me. +She is very fond of Peggy; I know she would never do anything to injure +Peggy. + +Poor little Peggy! When I think of this affair about Harry Goward I +don't believe she ever felt sure of him; that is why she is so worked +up over this matter now. I know there was something that I felt from the +first through all her excitement, something that wasn't quite happy in +her happiness. I feel atmospheres at once; I just can't help it. And +when I get feeling other people's atmospheres too much I lose my own, +and then I can't paint. I began so well the other day with the picture +of that Armenian peddler, and now since Alice left I can't do a thing +with it; his bare yellow knees look just like ugly grape-fruit. I wish +Sally was in. She can't cook, but she can do a song-and-dance that's +worth its weight in gold when you're down in the mouth. + +--Just then I looked out of the window and saw my mother-in-law coming +in. For a minute I was frightened. I'd never seen her look like that +before--so white and almost OLD; she seemed hardly able to walk, and I +ran to the door and helped her in, and put her in a chair and her +feet on a footstool, and got her my dear little Venetian bottle of +smelling-salts with the long silver chain; it's so beautiful it makes +you feel better just to look at it. I whisked Peter's shoes out into the +hall, and when I sat down by her she put her hand out to me and said, +"Dear child," and I got all throaty, the way I do when any one speaks +like that to me, for, oh, I HAVE been lonesome for Dad and Momsey and my +own dear home! though no one ever seems to imagine it, and I said: + +"Oh, can't I do something for you, Madonna?" I usually just call her +"you," but once in a great while, when there's nobody else around, I +call her Madonna, and I know she likes it, even if she does think it a +little Romish or sacrilegious or something queer. + +But she said she didn't want anything, only to rest a few minutes, and +that there was something she wanted me to tell Peter. She couldn't come +in the evening to see him without every one wanting to know why she +came. There was some terrible trouble about Peggy's engagement. She +flushed up and hesitated, and when I broke in to say, "You needn't +bother to explain, I know all about the whole thing," she didn't seem at +all surprised or ask how I knew--she only seemed relieved to find +that she could go right on. I never can be demonstrative to her before +people, but I just put my arms around her now when she said: + +"It's a great comfort to be able to come to you, Lorraine, and speak +out. At home your dear grandmother considers me so much--she only thinks +of everything as it affects me, but it makes it so that I can't always +show what I feel, for if I do she gets ill. All _I_ can think of is +Peggy. If you knew what it was to me just now when my little Peggy went +away from me and locked herself in her room--Peggy, who all her life has +always come to me for comfort--" + +She stopped for a minute, and I patted her. It was so unlike my +mother-in-law to speak in this way; she's usually so self-contained that +it made me sort of awestruck. After a moment she went on in a different +voice: + +"They all want me to tell Cyrus--your father--that Aunt Elizabeth has +been trying to take Mr. Goward's affections away from Peggy. I'm afraid +it's just what she has been doing, though it seems incredible that she +should have any attraction for a young man. I was glad Elizabeth had +gone away overnight, for Maria is in such a state I don't know what +might have happened." + +"And don't you want to tell--father?" I gulped, but I knew I must say +it. "Why not, Madonna?" + +She shook her head, with that look that makes you feel sometimes that +she isn't just the gentle and placid person that she appears to be. I +seemed to catch a glimpse of something very clear and strong. If I could +paint her with an expression like that I'd make my fortune. + +"No, Lorraine. If it was about anybody but your aunt Elizabeth I would, +but I can't speak against her. It's her home as well as mine; I've +always realized that. I made up my mind, when I married, that I never +would come between brother and sister, and I never have. Aunt Elizabeth +doesn't know how many times I have smoothed matters over for her, how +many times Cyrus has been provoked because he thought she didn't show +enough consideration for me. I have always loved Aunt Elizabeth, and +I believed she loved us--but when I saw my Peggy to-day, Lorraine, I +couldn't go and tell your father about Aunt Elizabeth while I feel as I +do now! I couldn't be just. If I made him angry with her--" + +She stopped, and I didn't need to have her go on. My father-in-law is +one of those big, kind, sensible, good-natured men who, when they do +get angry, go clear off the handle, and are so absolutely furious and +unreasonable you can't do anything with them. He got that way at Peter +once--but it makes me so furious myself when I think of it that I never +do. + +"And, Lorraine," Madonna went on, quite simply, "bringing all this home +to Aunt Elizabeth and making her pay up for it really has nothing to +do with Peggy's happiness. It is my child's happiness that I +want, Lorraine. There may be a misunderstanding of some +kind--misunderstandings are very cruel things sometimes, Lorraine. I +cannot believe that boy doesn't care for her--why, he loved her dearly! +It seems to me far the best and most dignified thing to just write to +Mr. Goward himself and find out the truth." + +"I think so, too!" said I. "Oh, Madonna, you're a Jim Dandy!" + +"And so," she went on, "I want you to ask Charles Edward to write +to-night. I'll leave the address with you. As Peggy's brother, it will +be more suitable for him to attend to the matter." + +Charles Edward! I simply gasped. The idea of Peter's writing to Harry +Goward to ask him the state of his affections! If Peter's mother +couldn't realize how perfectly impossible it was for even ME to make +Peter do a thing that--Well--I was knocked silly. + +Dear Madonna is the survival of a period when a woman always expected +some man to face any crisis for her. All I could do was to say, +resignedly: + +"I'll give him the address." And when she got up I went to the gate +with her. She was as dear as she could be; I just loved her until she +happened to say: + +"When I came in I thought you might be lying down, for I looked up and +saw the shades were pulled down in your room, as they are now." + +"Oh," I said, "I don't suppose anybody has been back in the room since +we got up." And I was downright scared, she looked at me so strangely +and began to tremble all over. "What IS the matter?" I cried. "Do come +into the house again!" But she only grasped my arm and said, tragically: + +"Lorraine, it isn't POSSIBLE that you haven't made your bed at four +o'clock in the afternoon!" And I answered: + +"Oh, I always make it up before I sleep in it." And then I knew that I'd +said just the wrong thing. What difference it can make to ANYBODY what +time you make your OWN bed I can't see! She tried to make me promise +I'd always make it up before ten o'clock in the morning. Why, I wouldn't +even promise to always feel fond of Peter at ten o'clock in the morning! +I NEVER have anything to do with the family without always feeling on +edge afterward. Why, when she was so sweet and strong about Peggy and +Aunt Elizabeth and all the rest of it, WHY should she get upset about +such a trifle? + +I stood there by the gate just glowering as she went off. I knew she +thought I was going to perdition. I was sick of "the engagement." What +business was it of Peter's and mine, anyhow? It had nothing to do with +us, really. Then I thought of the time Peter and I quarrelled, and how +DEAR Lyman Wilde was about it, and how he brought Peter back to me--just +to say the name of Lyman Wilde always makes me feel better. I adore him, +and always shall, and Peter knows it. If I could only go back to the +Settlement and hear him say, "Little girl," in that coaxing voice of +his! He is one of those men who are always working so hard for other +people that you forget he hasn't anything for himself. + +Thinking of him made me quite chipper again, and I went in and got his +picture and stuck it up in the mantel-piece and put flowers in front +of it. When Peter came in I told him about everything, and of course he +refused to write to Harry Goward, as I knew he would. He said it was all +rot, anyway, and that Harry was a nice boy, but not worth making such +a fuss over. He didn't know that he was particularly stuck on Peggy's +marrying Harry Goward, anyway--but there was no use in any one's +interfering. Peggy was the person to write. Finally he said he'd +telephone to Harry the next day to come out and stay at our house over +Sunday, and then he and Peggy could have a chance to settle it. + +But Peter didn't telephone. He was late at the Works the next +day--though not nearly so late as he often is; but Mr. Talbert has a +perfect fad about every one's getting there on time; it's one of the +things there's always been a tug about between him and Peter. I should +think he'd have realized long ago that Peter NEVER will be on time, and +just make up his mind to it, but he won't. Well, Peter came back again +to the house a little after nine, perfectly white; he said he'd never +enter the factory again.... + +His father was in a towering rage when Peter went in; he spoke to +Peter so that every one could hear him, and then--Oh, it was a dreadful +time!... + +Alice told me afterward that Maria had found her father in the garden +before breakfast. She insinuated, in HER way, all kinds of dreadful +things about Harry Goward and Aunt Elizabeth, and there was a scene at +the breakfast-table--and Peggy was taken so ill that they had to send +for Dr. Denbigh. I don't know what will happen when Aunt Elizabeth comes +home. + + + + +V. THE SCHOOL-GIRL, by Elizabeth Jordan + +Except for Billy, who is a boy and does not count, I am the youngest +person in our family; and when I tell you that there are eleven of +us--well, you can dimly imagine the kind of a time I have. Two or three +days ago I heard Grandma Evarts say something to the minister about "the +down-trodden and oppressed of foreign lands," and after he had gone I +asked her what they were. For a wonder, she told me; usually when Billy +and I ask questions you would think the whole family had been struck +dumb. But this time she answered and I remember every word--for if ever +anything sounded like a description of Billy and me it was what Grandma +Evarts said that day. I told her so, too; but, of course, she only +looked at me over her spectacles and didn't understand what I meant. +Nobody ever does except Billy and Aunt Elizabeth, and they're not much +comfort. Billy is always so busy getting into trouble and having me get +him out of it, and feeling sorry for himself, that he hasn't time to +sympathize with me. Besides, as I've said before, he's only a boy, and +you know what boys are and how they lack the delicate feelings girls +have, and how their minds never work when you want them to. As for Aunt +Elizabeth, she is lovely sometimes, and the way she remembers things +that happened when she was young is simply wonderful. She knows how +girls feel, too, and how they suffer when they are like Dr. Denbigh says +I am--very nervous and sensitive and high-strung. But she admitted to +me to-day that she had never before really made up her mind whether I am +the "sweet, unsophisticated child" she calls me, or what Tom Price says +I am, The Eastridge Animated and Undaunted Daily Bugle and Clarion Call. +He calls me that because I know so much about what is going on; and he +says if Mr. Temple could get me on his paper as a regular contributor +there wouldn't be a domestic hearth-stone left in Eastridge. He says the +things I drop will break every last one of them, anyhow, beginning with +the one at home. That's the way he talks, and though I don't always know +exactly what he means I can tell by his expression that it is not very +complimentary. + +Aunt Elizabeth is different from the others, and she and I have +inspiring conversations sometimes--serious ones, you know, about life +and responsibility and careers; and then, at other times, just when +I'm revealing my young heart to her the way girls do in books, she gets +absent-minded or laughs at me, or stares and says, "You extraordinary +infant," and changes the subject. At first it used to hurt me +dreadfully, but now I'm beginning to think she does it when she can't +answer my questions. I've asked her lots and lots of things that have +made her sit up and gasp, I can tell you, and I have more all ready as +soon as I get the chance. + +There is another thing I will mention while I think of it. Grandma +Evarts is always talking about "rules of life," but the only rule of +life I'm perfectly sure I have is to always mention things when I think +of them. Even that doesn't please the family, though, because sometimes +I mention things they thought I didn't know, and then they are annoyed +and cross instead of learning a lesson by it and realizing how silly it +is to try to keep secrets from me. If they'd TELL me, and put me on +my honor, I could keep their old secrets as well as anybody. I've kept +Billy's for years and years. But when they all stop talking the minute +I come into a room, and when mamma and Peggy go around with red eyes and +won't say why, you'd better believe I don't like it. It fills me with +the "intelligent discontent" Tom is always talking about. Then I don't +rest until I know what there is to know, and usually when I get through +I know more than anybody else does, because I've got all the different +sides--Maria's and Tom's and Lorraine's and Charles Edward's and mamma's +and papa's and grandma's and Peggy's and Aunt Elizabeth's. It isn't that +they intend to tell me things, either; they all try not to. Every one of +them keeps her own secrets beautifully, but she drops things about the +others. Then all I have to do is to put them together like a patch-work +quilt. + +You needn't think it's easy, though, for the very minute I get near any +of the family they waste most of the time we're together by trying to +improve me. You see, they are all so dreadfully old that they have had +time to find out their faults and youthful errors, and every single one +of them thinks she sees ALL her faults in me, and that she must help +me to conquer them ere it is too late. Aunt Elizabeth says they mean it +kindly, and perhaps they do. But if you have ever had ten men and women +trying to improve you, you will know what my life is. Tom Price, who +married my sister Maria, told Dr. Denbigh once that "every time a +Talbert is unoccupied he or she puts Alice or Billy, or both, on the +family moulding-board and kneads awhile." I heard him say it and it's +true. All _I_ can say is that if they keep on kneading and moulding me +much longer there won't be anything left but a kind of a pulpy mass. I +can see what they have done to Billy already; he's getting pulpier every +day, and I don't believe his brain would ever work if I didn't keep +stirring it up. + +However, the thing I want to say while I think of it is this. It is a +question, and I will ask it here because there is no use of asking it at +home: Why is it that grown-up men and women never have anything really +interesting to say to a girl fifteen years old? Then, if you can answer +that, I wish you would answer another: Why don't they ever listen or +understand what a girl means when she talks to them? Billy and I have +one rule now when we want to say something serious. We get right in +front of them and fix them with a glittering eye, the way the Ancient +Mariner did, you know, and speak as slowly as we can, in little bits +of words, to show them it's very important. Then, sometimes, they pay +attention and answer us, but usually they act as if we were babies +gurgling in cunning little cribs. And the rude way they interrupt us +often and go on talking about their own affairs--well, I will not say +more, for dear mamma has taught me not to criticise my elders, and I +never do. But I watch them pretty closely, just the same, and when I see +them doing something that is not right my brain works so hard it keeps +me awake nights. If it's anything very dreadful, like Peggy's going and +getting engaged, I point out the error, the way they're always pointing +errors out to me. Of course it doesn't do any good, but that isn't my +fault. It's because they haven't got what my teacher calls "receptive +minds." + +I'm telling you all this before I tell you what has happened, so you +will be sorry for Billy and me. If you are sorry already, as well indeed +you may be, you will be a great deal more sorry before I get through. +For if ever any two persons were "downtrodden and oppressed" and +"struggling in darkness" and "feeling the chill waters of affliction," +it's Billy and me to-night--all because we tried to help Peggy and +Lorraine and Aunt Elizabeth after they had got everything mixed up! I +told them I was just trying to help, and Tom Price said right off that +there was only one thing for Billy and me to do in future whenever the +"philanthropic spirit began to stir" in us, and that was to get on board +the suburban trolley-car and go as far away from home as our nickels +would take us, and not hurry back. So you see he is not a bit grateful +for the interesting things I told Maria. + +I will now tell what happened. It began the day Billy heard the station +agent at Whitman read Aunt Elizabeth's telegram to Harry Goward. The +telegram had a lot of silly letters and words in it, so Billy didn't +know what it meant, and, of course, he didn't care. The careless child +would have forgotten all about it if I hadn't happened to meet him +at Lorraine's after he got back from Whitman. He is always going to +Lorraine's for some of Sallie's cookies--she makes perfectly delicious +ones, round and fat and crumbly, with currants on the top. Billy had +taken so many that his pockets bulged out on the sides, and his mouth +was so full he only nodded when he saw me. So, of course, I stopped to +tell him how vulgar that was, and piggish, and to see if he had left any +for me, and he was so anxious to divert my mind that as soon as he could +speak he began to talk about seeing Aunt Elizabeth over in Whitman. That +interested me, so I got the whole thing out of him, and the very minute +he had finished telling it I made him go straight and tell Peggy. I told +him to do it delicately, and not yell it out. I thought it would cheer +and comfort Peggy to know that some one was doing something, instead +of standing around and looking solemn, but, alas! it did not, and Billy +told me with his own lips that it was simply awful to see Peggy's face. +Even he noticed it, so it must have been pretty bad. He said her eyes +got so big it made him think of the times she used to imitate the wolf +in Red Riding-Hood and scare us 'most to death when we were young. + +When Billy told me that, I saw that perhaps we shouldn't have told +Peggy, so the next day I went over to Lorraine's again to ask her what +she thought about it. I stopped at noon on my way home from school, and +I didn't ring the bell, because I never do. I walked right in as usual, +falling over the books and teacups and magazines on the floor, and I +found Lorraine sitting at the tea-table with her head down among the +little cakes and bits of toast left over from the afternoon before. She +didn't look up, so I knew she hadn't heard me, and I saw her shoulders +shake, and then I knew that she was crying. I had never seen Lorraine +cry before, and I felt dreadfully, but I didn't know just what to do or +what to say, and while I stood staring at her I noticed that there was +a photograph on the table with a lot of faded flowers. The face of the +photograph was up and I saw that it was a picture of Mr. Wilde--the +one that usually stands on the mantel-piece. Lorraine is always talking +about him, and she has told me ever and ever so much about how nice +and kind he was to her when she was studying art in New York. But, of +course, I didn't know she cared enough for him to cry over his picture, +and it gave me the queerest feelings to see her do it--kind of wabbly +ones in my legs, and strange, sinking ones in my stomach. You see, I had +just finished reading Lady Hermione's Terrible Secret. A girl at school +lent it to me. So when I saw Lorraine crying over a photograph and faded +flowers I knew it must mean that she had learned to love Mr. Wilde with +a love that was her doom, or would be if she didn't hurry and get over +it. Finally I crept out of the house without saying a word to her or +letting her know I was there, and I leaned on the gate to think it over +and try to imagine what a girl in a book would do. In Lady Hermione her +sister discovered the truth and tried to save the rash woman from the +sad consequences of her love, so I knew that was what I must do, but I +didn't know how to begin. While I was standing there with my brain going +round like one of Billy's paper pinwheels some one stopped in front +of me and said, "Hello, Alice," in a sick kind of a way, like a boy +beginning to recite a piece at school. I looked up. It was Harry Goward! + +You'd better believe I was surprised, for, of course, when he went away +nobody expected he would come back so soon; and after all the fuss and +the red eyes and the mystery _I_ hoped he wouldn't come back at all. But +here he was in three days, so I said, very coldly, "How do you do, Mr. +Goward," and bowed in a distant way; and he took his hat off quickly and +held it in his hand, and I waited for him to say something else. All +he did for a minute was to look over my head. Then he said, in the same +queer voice: "Is Mrs. Peter in? I wanted to have a little talk with +her," and he put his hand on the gate to open it. I suppose it was +dreadfully rude, but I stayed just where I was and said, very slowly, +in icy tones, that he must kindly excuse my sister-in-law, as I was sure +she wouldn't be able to receive him. Of course I knew she wouldn't want +him or any one else to come in and see her cry, and besides I never +liked Harry Goward and I never expect to. He looked very much surprised +at first, and then his face got as red as a baby's does when there's a +pin in it somewhere, and he asked if she was ill. I said, "No, she is +not ill," and then I sighed and looked off down the street as if I would +I were alone. He began to speak very quickly, but stopped and bit his +lip. Then he turned away and hesitated, and finally he came back and +took a thick letter from his pocket and held it out to me. He was +smiling now, and for a minute he really looked nice and sweet and +friendly. + +"Say, Alice," he said, in the most coaxing way, "don't YOU get down on +me, too. Do me a good turn--that's a dear. Take this letter home and +deliver it. Will you? And say I'm at the hotel waiting for an answer." + +Now, you can see yourself that this was thrilling. The whole family +was watching every mail for a letter from Harry Goward and here he was +offering me one! I didn't show how excited I was; I just took the letter +and turned it over so I couldn't see the address and slipped it into my +pocket, and said, coldly, that I would deliver it with pleasure. Harry +Goward was looking quite cheerful again, but he said, in a worried tone, +that he hoped I wouldn't forget, because it was very, very important. +Then I dismissed him with a haughty bow, the way they do on the stage, +and this time he put his hat on and really went. + +Of course after that I wanted to go straight home with the letter, but +I knew it wouldn't do to leave Lorraine bearing her terrible burden +without some one to comfort her. While I was trying to decide what to +do I saw Billy a block away with Sidney Tracy, and I whistled to him +to come, and beckoned with both hands at the same time to show it was +important. I had a beautiful idea. In that very instant I "planned my +course of action," as they say in books. I made up my mind that I would +send the letter home by Billy, and that would give me time to run over +to Maria's and get something to eat and ask Maria to go and comfort +Lorraine. Maria and Lorraine don't like each other very much, but I knew +trouble might bring them closer, for Grandma Evarts says it always does. +Besides, Maria is dreadfully old and knows everything and is the one the +family always sends for when things happen. If they don't send she comes +anyhow and tells everybody what to do. So I pinned the letter in Billy's +pocket, so he couldn't lose it, and I ordered him to go straight home +with it. He said he would. He looked queer and I thought I saw him drop +something near a fence before he came to me, but I was so excited I +didn't pay close attention. As soon as Billy started off I went to +Maria's. + +She was all alone, for Tom was lunching with some one at the hotel. When +we were at the table I told her about Lorraine, and if ever any one was +excited and really listened this time it was sister Maria. She pushed +back her chair, and spoke right out before she thought, I guess. +"Charles Edward's wife crying over another man's picture!" she said. +"Well, I like that! But I'm not surprised. I always said no good would +come of THAT match!" + +Then she stopped and made herself quiet down, but I could see how hard +it was, and she added: "So THAT was the matter with Charles Edward when +I met him this morning rushing along the street like a cyclone." + +I got dreadfully worried then and begged her to go to Lorraine at once, +for I saw things were even more terrible than I had thought. But Maria +said: "Certainly not! I must consult with father and mother first. This +is something that affects us all. After I have seen them I will go to +Lorraine's." Then she told me not to worry about it, and not to speak +of it to any one else. I didn't, either, except to Billy and Aunt +Elizabeth; and when I told Aunt Elizabeth the man's name I thought she +would go up into the air like one of Billy's skyrockets. But that part +does not belong here, and I'm afraid if I stop to talk about it I'll +forget about Billy and the letter. + +After luncheon Maria put her hat on and went straight to our house to +see mother, and I went back to school. When I got home I asked, the +first thing, if Billy had delivered the letter from Harry Goward, and +for the next fifteen minutes you would have thought every one in our +house had gone crazy. That wretched boy had not delivered it at all! +They had not even seen him, and they didn't know anything about the +letter. After they had let me get enough breath to tell just how I had +met Harry and exactly what he had said and done, mother rushed off to +telephone to father, and Aunt Elizabeth came down-stairs with a wild, +eager face, and Grandma Evarts actually shook me when she found I didn't +even know whom the letter was for. I hadn't looked, because I had been +so excited. Finally, after everybody had talked at once for a while. +Grandma Evans told me mamma had said Billy could go fishing that +afternoon, because the weather was so hot and she thought he looked pale +and overworked. The idea of Billy Talbert being overworked! I could have +told mamma something about THAT. + +Well, I saw through the whole thing then. Billy hadn't told me, for fear +I would want to go along; so he had sneaked off with Sidney Tracy, and +if he hadn't forgotten all about the letter he had made up his mind it +would do as well to deliver it when he came home. That's the way Billy's +mind works--like Tom Price's stop-watch. It goes up to a certain instant +and then it stops short. You'd better believe I was angry. And it didn't +make it any easier for me to remember that while I was having this +dreadful time at home, and being reproached by everybody. Billy and +Sidney Tracy were sitting comfortably under the willows on the edge of +the river pulling little minnows out of the water. I knew exactly where +they would be--I'd been there with Billy often enough. Just as I thought +of that I looked at poor Peggy, sitting in her wrapper in papa's big +easy-chair, leaning against a pillow Grandma Evarts had put behind her +back, and trying to be calm. She looked so pale and worn and worried and +sick that I made up my mind I'd follow those boys to the river and get +that letter and bring it home to Peggy--for, of course, I was sure it +was for her. I wish you could have seen her face when I said I'd do it, +and the way she jumped up from the chair and then blushed and sank back +and tried to look as if it didn't matter--with her eyes shining all the +time with excitement and hope. + +I got on my bicycle and rode off, and I made good time until I crossed +the bridge. Then I had to walk along the river, pushing the bicycle, and +I came to those two boys so quietly that they never saw me until I +was right behind them. They were fishing still, but they had both been +swimming--I could tell that by their wet hair and by the damp, mussy +look of their clothes. When Billy saw me he turned red and began to make +a great fuss over his line. He didn't say a word; he never does when +he's surprised or ashamed, so he doesn't speak very often, anyhow; but I +broke the painful silence by saying a few words myself. I told Billy how +dreadful he had made everybody feel and how they were all blaming +me, and I said I'd thank him for that letter to take home to his poor +suffering sister. Billy put down his rod, and all the time I talked he +was going through his pockets one after the other and getting redder +and redder. I was so busy talking that I didn't understand at first just +what this meant, but when I stopped and held out my hand and looked at +him hard I saw in his guilty face the terrible, terrible fear that he +had lost that letter; and I was so frightened that my legs gave way +under me, and I sat down on the grass in my fresh blue linen dress, just +where they had dripped and made it wet. + +All this time Sidney Tracy was going through HIS pockets, too, and just +as I was getting up again in a hurry he took off his cap and emptied +his pockets into it. I wish you could have seen what that cap held +then--worms, and sticky chewing-gum, and tops, and strings, and hooks, +and marbles, and two pieces of molasses candy all soft and messy, and +a little bit of a turtle, and a green toad, and a slice of +bread-and-butter, and a dirty, soaking, handkerchief that he and Billy +had used for a towel. There was something else there, too--a dark, wet, +pulpy, soggy-looking thing with pieces of gum and molasses candy and +other things sticking to it. Sidney took it out and held it toward me in +a proud, light-hearted way: + +"There's your letter, all right," he said, and Billy gave a whoop of joy +and called out, "Good-bye, Alice," as a hint for me to hurry home. I +was so anxious to get the letter that I almost took it, but I stopped in +time. I hadn't any gloves on, and it was just too dreadful. If you could +have seen it you would never have touched it in the world. I got near +enough to look at it, though, and then I saw that the address was so +dirty and so covered with gum and bait and candy that all I could read +was a capital "M" and a small "s" at the beginning and an "ert" at the +end; the name between was hidden. I covered my eyes with my hand and +gasped out to the boys that I wanted the things taken off it that didn't +belong there, and when I looked again Sidney had scraped off the worst +of it and was scrubbing the envelope with his wet handkerchief to make +it look cleaner. After that you couldn't tell what ANY letter was, so I +just groaned and snatched it from his hands and left those two boys in +their disgusting dirt and degradation and went home. + +When I got back mamma and Grandma Evarts and Tom Price and Peggy and +Aunt Elizabeth were in the parlor, looking more excited than ever, +because Maria had been there telling the family about Lorraine. Then she +had gone on to Lorraine's and Tom had dropped in to call for her and was +waiting to hear about the letter. They were all watching the door when +I came in, and Peggy and Aunt Elizabeth started to get up, but sat down +again. I stood there hesitating because, of course, I didn't know who to +give it to, and Grandma Evarts shot out, "Well, Alice! Well, Well!" +as if she was blowing the words at me from a little peashooter. Then I +began to explain about the address, but before I could say more than two +or three words mamma motioned to me and I gave the letter to her. + +You could have heard an autumn leaf fall in that room. Mamma put on her +glasses and puzzled over the smear on the envelope, and Peggy drew a +long breath and jumped up and walked over to mamma and held out her +hand. Mamma didn't hesitate a minute. "Certainly it must be for you, my +dear," she said, and then she added, in a very cold, positive way, "For +whom else could it possibly be intended?" No one spoke; but just as +Peggy had put her finger under the flap to tear it open, Aunt Elizabeth +got up and crossed the room to where mamma and Peggy stood. She spoke +very softly and quietly, but she looked queer and excited. + +"Wait one moment, my dear," she said to Peggy. "Very probably the letter +IS for you, but it is just possible that it may be for some one else. +Wouldn't it be safer--wiser--for ME to open it?" + +Then Peggy cried out, "Oh, Aunt Elizabeth, how dreadful! How can you +say such a thing!" Mother had hesitated an instant when Aunt Elizabeth +spoke, but now she drew Peggy's head down to her dear, comfy shoulder, +and Peggy stayed right there and cried as hard as she could--with little +gasps and moans as if she felt dreadfully nervous. Then, for once in +my life, I saw my mother angry. She looked over Peggy's head at Aunt +Elizabeth, and her face was so dreadful it made me shiver. + +"Elizabeth," she said, and she brought her teeth right down hard on the +word, "this is the climax of your idiocy. Have you the audacity to claim +here, before me, that this letter from my child's affianced husband is +addressed to you?" + +Aunt Elizabeth looked very pale now, but when she answered she spoke as +quietly as before. + +"If it is, Ada," she said, "it is against my wish and my command. +But--it may be." Then her voice changed as if she were really begging +for something. + +"Let me open it," she said. "If it is for Peggy I can tell by the first +line or two, even if he does not use the name. Surely it will do no harm +if I glance at it." + +Mother looked even angrier than before. + +"Well," she said, "it could do no harm, you think, if you read a letter +intended for Peggy, but you don't dare to risk letting Peggy read a +letter addressed by Harry Goward to you. This is intolerable, +Elizabeth Talbert. You have passed the limit of my endurance--and of my +husband's." + +She brought out the last words very slowly, looking Aunt Elizabeth +straight in the eyes, and Aunt Elizabeth looked back with her head very +high. She has a lovely way of using such expressions as "For the rest" +and "As to that," and she did it now. + +"As to that," she said, "my brother must speak for himself. No one +regrets more bitterly than I do this whole most unpleasant affair. I can +only say that with all my heart I am trying to straighten it out." + +Grandma Evarts sniffed just then so loudly that we all looked at her, +and then, of course, mamma suddenly remembered that I was still there, +regarding the scene with wide, intelligent young eyes, and she nodded +toward the door, meaning for me to go out. My, but I hated to! I picked +up grandma's ball of wool and drew the footstool close to her feet, and +looked around to see if I couldn't show her some other delicate girlish +attention such as old ladies love, but there wasn't anything, especially +as grandma kept motioning for me to leave. So I walked toward the door +very slowly, and before I got there I heard Tom Price say: + +"Oh, come now; we're making a lot of fuss about nothing. There's a very +simple way out of all this. Alice says Goward's still at the hotel. +I'll just run down there and explain, and ask him to whom that letter +belongs." + +Then I was at the door, and I HAD to open it and go out. The voices went +on inside for a few minutes, but soon I saw Tom come out and I went to +him and slipped my arm inside of his and walked with him across the lawn +and out to the sidewalk. I don't very often like the things Tom says, +but I thought it was clever of him to think of going to ask Harry Goward +about the letter, and I told him so to encourage him. He thanked me very +politely, and then he stopped and braced his back against the lamp-post +on the corner and "fixed me with a stern gaze," as writers say. + +"Look here, Clarry," he said ("Clarry" is short, he says, for Daily +Bugle and Clarion Call, which is "too lengthy for frequent use"), +"you're doing a lot of mischief to-day with your rural delivery +system for Goward and your news extras about Lorraine. What's this +cock-and-bull story you've got up about her, anyway?" + +I told him just what I had seen. When I got through he said there was +"nothing in it." + +"That bit about her head being among the toast and cake," he went on, +"would be convincing circumstantial evidence of a tragedy if it had been +any other woman's head, but it doesn't count with Lorraine--I mean +it doesn't represent the complete abandonment to grief which would be +implied if it happened in the case of any one else. You must remember +that when Lorraine wants to have a comfortable cry she's got to choose +between putting her head in the jam on the sofa, or among the wet paint +and brushes in the easy-chair, or among the crumbs on the tea-table. +As for that photograph, it probably fell off the mantel-piece to the +tea-table, instead of falling, as usual, into the coal-hod. To sum up, +my dear Clarry, if you had remembered the extreme emotionalism of +your sister Lorraine's temperament and the--er--eccentricity of her +housekeeping, you would not have permitted yourself to be so sadly +misled. Not remembering it, you've done a lot of mischief. All these +things being so, no one will believe them. And to-night, when you are +safely tucked into your little bed, if you hear the tramping of many +feet on the asphalt walks you may know what it will mean. It will mean +that your mother and father, and Elizabeth, and Grandma Evarts and +Maria and Peggy will be dropping in on Lorraine, each alone and quite +casually, of course, to find out what there really is in this terrible +rumor. And some of them will believe to their dying day that there was +something in it." + +Well, that made me feel very unhappy. For I could see that under Tom's +gay exterior and funny way of saying things he really meant every +word. Of course I told him that I had wanted to help Lorraine and Peggy +because they were so wretched, and he made me promise on the spot that +if ever I wanted to help him I'd tell him about it first. Then he went +off to the hotel looking more cheerful, and I was left alone with my sad +thoughts. + +When I got into the house the first thing I saw was Billy sneaking out +of the back door. I had meant to have a long and earnest talk with Billy +the minute he got home, and point out some of his serious faults, but +when I looked at him I saw that mamma or grandma had just done it. He +looked red eyed and miserable, and the minute he saw me he began +to whistle. Billy never whistles except just before or just after +a whipping, so my heart sank, and I was dreadfully sorry for him. I +started after him to tell him so, but he made a face at me and ran; and +just then Aunt Elizabeth came along the hall and dragged me up to her +room and began to ask me all over again about Mr. Goward and all that +he said--whether I was perfectly SURE he didn't mention any name. She +looked worried and unhappy. Then she asked about Lorraine, but in an +indifferent voice, as if she was really thinking about something else. +I told her all I knew, but she didn't say a word or pay much attention +until I mentioned that the man in the photograph was Mr. Lyman Wilde. +Then--well, I wish you had seen Aunt Elizabeth! She made me promise +afterwards that I'd never tell a single soul what happened, and I won't. +But I do wish sometimes that Billy and I lived on a desert island, where +there wasn't anybody else. I just can't bear being home when everybody +is so unhappy, and when not a single thing I do helps the least little +bit! + + + + +VI. THE SON-IN-LAW, by John Kendrick Bangs + +On the whole I am glad our family is no larger than it is. It is a +very excellent family as families go, but the infinite capacity of each +individual in it for making trouble, and adding to complications already +sufficiently complex, surpasses anything that has ever before come +into my personal or professional experience. If I handle my end of this +miserable affair without making a break of some kind or other, I shall +apply to the Secretary of State for a high place in the diplomatic +service, for mere international complications are child's-play compared +to this embroglio in which Goward and Aunt Elizabeth have landed us all. +I think I shall take up politics and try to get myself elected to the +legislature, anyhow, and see if I can't get a bill through providing +that when a man marries it is distinctly understood that he marries his +wife and not the whole of his wife's family, from her grandmother down +through her maiden aunts, sisters, cousins, little brothers, et al., +including the latest arrivals in kittens. In my judgment it ought to be +made a penal offence for any member of a man's wife's family to live on +the same continent with him, and if I had to get married all over again +to Maria--and I'd do it with as much delighted happiness as ever--I +should insist upon the interpolation of a line in the marriage ceremony, +"Do you promise to love, honor, and obey your wife's relatives," and +when I came to it I'd turn and face the congregation and answer "No," +through a megaphone, so loud that there could be no possibility of a +misunderstanding as to precisely where I stood. + +If anybody thinks I speak with an unusual degree of feeling, I beg to +inform him or her, as the case may be, that in the matter of wife's +relations I have an unusually full set, and, as my small brother-in-law +says when he orates about his postage-stamp collection, they're all +uncancelled. Into all lives a certain amount of mother-in-law must +fall, but I not only have that, but a grandmother-in-law as well, and +maiden-aunt-in-law, and the Lord knows what else-in-law besides. I must +say that as far as my mother-in-law is concerned I've had more luck +than most men, because Mrs. Talbert comes pretty close to the ideal +in mother-in-legal matters. She is gentle and unoffending. She prefers +minding her own business to assuming a trust control of other people's +affairs, but HER mother--well, I don't wish any ill to Mrs. Evarts, but +if anybody is ambitious to adopt an orphan lady, with advice on tap at +all hours in all matters from winter flannels to the conversion of the +Hottentots, I will cheerfully lead him to the goal of his desires, and +with alacrity surrender to him all my right, title, and interest in +her. At the same time I will give him a quit-claim deed to my +maiden-aunt-in-law--not that Aunt Elizabeth isn't good fun, for she is, +and I enjoy talking to her, and wondering what she will do next fills my +days with a living interest, but I'd like her better if she belonged in +some other fellow's family. + +I don't suppose I can blame Maria under all the circumstances for +standing up for the various members of her family when they are +attacked, which she does with much vigorous and at times aggressive +loyalty. We cannot always help ourselves in the matter of our relations. +Some are born relatives, some achieve relatives, and others have +relatives thrust upon them. Maria was born to hers, and according to +all the rules of the game she's got to like them, nay, even cherish and +protect them against the slings and arrows of outrageous criticism. But, +on the other hand, I think she ought to remember that while I achieved +some of them with my eyes open, the rest were thrust upon me when I +was defenceless, and when I find some difficulty in adapting myself to +circumstances, as is frequently the case, she should be more lenient to +my incapacity. The fact that I am a lawyer makes it necessary for me to +toe the mark of respect for the authority of the courts all day, whether +I am filled with contempt for the court or not, and it is pretty hard to +find, when I return home at night, that another set of the judiciary in +the form of Maria's family, a sort of domestic supreme court, controls +all my private life, so that except when I am rambling through the +fields alone, or am taking my bath in the morning, I cannot give my +feelings full and free expression without disturbing the family entente; +and there isn't much satisfaction in skinning people to a lonesome cow, +or whispering your indignant sentiments into the ear of a sponge already +soaked to the full with cold water. I have tried all my married life to +agree with every member of the family in everything he, she, or it has +said, but, now that this Goward business has come up, I can't do that, +because every time anybody says "Booh" to anybody else in the family +circle, regarding this duplex love-affair, a family council is +immediately called and "Booh" is discussed, not only from every possible +stand-point, but from several impossible ones as well. + +When that letter of Goward's was rescued from the chewing-gum +contingent, with its address left behind upon the pulpy surface of +Sidney Tracy's daily portion of peptonized-paste, it was thought best +that I should call upon the writer at his hotel and find out to whom the +letter was really written. + +My own first thought was to seek out Sidney Tracy and see if the +superscription still remained on the chewing-gum, and I had the +good-fortune to meet the boy on my way to the hotel, but on questioning +him I learned that in the excitement of catching a catfish, shortly +after Alice had left the lads, Sidney had incontinently swallowed +the rubber-like substance, and nothing short of an operation for +appendicitis was likely to put me in possession of the missing exhibit. +So I went on to the hotel, and ten minutes later found myself in the +presence of an interesting case of nervous prostration. Poor Goward! +When I observed the wrought-up condition of his nerves, I was +immediately so filled with pity for him that if it hadn't been for Maria +I think I should at once have assumed charge of his case, and, as his +personal counsel, sued the family for damages on his behalf. He did not +strike me as being either old enough, or sufficiently gifted in the arts +of philandery, to be taken seriously as a professional heart-breaker, +and to tell the truth I had to restrain myself several times from +telling him that I thought the whole affair a tempest in a teapot, +because, in wanting consciously to marry two members of the family, he +had only attempted to do what I had done unconsciously when I and the +whole tribe of Talberts, remotely and immediately connected, became one. +Nevertheless, I addressed him coldly. + +"Mr. Goward," I said, when the first greetings were over, "this is a +most unfortunate affair." + +"It is terrible," he groaned, pacing the thin-carpeted floor like a poor +caged beast in the narrow confines of the Zoo. "You don't need to tell +me how unfortunate it all is." + +"As a matter of fact," I went on, "I don't exactly recall a similar case +in my experience. You will doubtless admit yourself that it is a bit +unusual for a man even of your age to flirt with the maiden aunt of +his fiancee, and possibly you realize that we would all be very much +relieved if you could give us some reasonable explanation of your +conduct." + +"I'll be only too glad to explain," said Goward, "if you will only +listen." + +"In my own judgment the best solution of the tangle would be for you +to elope with a third party at your earliest convenience," I continued, +"but inasmuch as you have come here it is evident that you mean to +pursue some course of action in respect to one of the two ladies--my +sister or my aunt. Now what IS that course? and which of the two ladies +may we regard as the real object of your vagrom affections? I tell you +frankly, before you begin, that I shall permit no trifling with Peggy. +As to Aunt Elizabeth, she is quite able to take care of herself." + +"It's--it's Peggy, of course," said Goward. "I admire Miss Elizabeth +Talbert very much indeed, but I never really thought of--being seriously +engaged to her." + +"Ah!" said I, icily. "And did you think of being frivolously engaged to +her?" + +"I not only thought of it," said Goward, "but I was. It was at the +Abercrombies', Mr. Price. Lily--that is to say, Aunt Elizabeth--" + +"Excuse me, Mr. Goward," I interrupted. "As yet the lady is not your +Aunt Elizabeth, and the way things look now I have my doubts if she ever +is your Aunt Elizabeth." + +"Miss Talbert, then," said Goward, with a heart-rending sigh. "Miss +Talbert and I were guests at the Abercrombies' last October--maybe she's +told you--and on Hallowe'en we had a party--apple-bobbing and the mirror +trick and all that, and somehow or other Miss Talbert and I were thrown +together a great deal, and before I really knew how, or why, we--well, +we became engaged for--for the week, anyhow." + +"I see," said I, dryly. "You played the farce for a limited engagement." + +"We joked about it a great deal, and I--well, I got into the spirit of +it--one must at house-parties, you know," said Goward, deprecatingly. + +"I suppose so," said I. + +"I got into the spirit of it, and Miss Talbert christened me Young +Lochinvar, Junior," Goward went on, "and I did my best to live up to +the title. Then at the end of the week I was suddenly called home, and +I didn't have any chance to see Miss Talbert alone before leaving, +and--well, the engagement wasn't broken off. That's all. I never saw +her again until I came here to meet the family. I didn't know she was +Peggy's aunt." + +"So that in reality you WERE engaged to both Peggy and Miss Talbert at +the same time," I suggested. "That much seems to be admitted." + +"I suppose so," groaned Goward. "But not seriously engaged, Mr. Price. I +didn't suppose she would think it was serious--just a lark--but when she +appeared that night and fixed me with her eye I suddenly realized what +had happened." + +"It was another case of 'the woman tempted me and I did eat,' was it, +Goward?" I asked. + +Goward's pale face Hushed, and he turned angrily. + +"I haven't said anything of the sort," he retorted. "Of all the unmanly, +sneaking excuses that ever were offered for wrong-doing, that first of +Adam's has never been beaten." + +"You evidently don't think that Adam was a gentleman," I put in, with a +feeling of relief at the boy's attitude toward my suggestion. + +"Not according to my standards," he said, with warmth. + +"Well," I ventured, "he hadn't had many opportunities, Adam hadn't. His +outlook was rather provincial, and his associations not broadening. +You wouldn't have been much better yourself brought up in a zoo. +Nevertheless, I don't think myself that he toed the mark as straight as +he might have." + +"He was a coward," said Goward, with a positiveness born of conviction. +And with that remark Goward took his place in my affections. Whatever +the degree of his seeming offence, he was at least a gentleman himself, +and his unwillingness to place any part of the blame for his conduct +upon Aunt Elizabeth showed me that he was not a cad, and I began to +feel pretty confident that some reasonable way out of our troubles was +looming into sight. + +"How old are you, Goward?" I asked. + +"Twenty-one," he answered, "counting the years. If you count the last +week by the awful hours it has contained I am older than Methuselah." + +At last I thought I had it, and a feeling of wrath against Aunt +Elizabeth began to surge up within me. It was another case of that +intolerable "only a boy" habit that so many women of uncertain age and +character, married and single, seem nowadays to find so much pleasure +in. We find it too often in our complex modern society, and I am not +sure that it is not responsible for more deviations from the path of +rectitude than even the offenders themselves imagine. Callow youth just +from college is susceptible to many kinds of flattery, and at the age +of adolescence the appeal which lovely woman makes to inexperience is +irresistible. + +I know whereof I speak, for I have been there myself. I always tell +Maria everything that I conveniently can--it is not well for a man to +have secrets from his wife--and when I occasionally refer to my past +flames I find myself often growing more than pridefully loquacious over +my early affairs of the heart, but when I thought of the serious +study that I once made in my twentieth year of the dozen easiest, most +painless methods of committing suicide because Miss Mehitabel Flanders, +aetat thirty-eight, whom I had chosen for my life's companion, had +announced her intention of marrying old Colonel Barrington--one of the +wisest matches ever as I see it now--I drew the line at letting Maria +into that particular secret of my career. Miss Mehitabel was indeed a +beautiful woman, and she took a very deep and possibly maternal interest +in callow youth. She invited confidence and managed in many ways to make +a strong appeal to youthful affections, but I don't think she was always +careful to draw the line nicely between maternal love and that other +which is neither maternal, fraternal, paternal, nor even filial. To my +eye she was no older than I, and to my way of thinking nothing could +have been more eminently fitting than that we should walk the Primrose +Way hand in hand forever. + +While I will not say that the fair Mehitabel trifled with my young +affections, I will say that she let me believe--nay, induced me to +believe by her manner--that even as I regarded her she regarded me, and +when at the end she disclaimed any intention to smash my heart into the +myriad atoms into which it flew--which have since most happily reunited +upon Maria--and asserted that she had let me play in the rose-garden +of my exuberant fancy because I was "only a boy," my bump upon the hard +world of fact was an atrociously hard one. Some women pour passer le +temps find pleasure in playing thus with young hopes and hearts as +carelessly as though they were mere tennis-balls, to be whacked about +and rallied, and volleyed hither and yon, without regard to their +constituent ingredients, and then when trouble comes, and a catastrophe +is imminent, the refuge of "only a boy" is sought as though it really +afforded a sufficient protection against "responsibility." The most of +us would regard the hopeless infatuation of a young girl committed to +our care, either as parents or as guardians, for a middle-aged man of +the world with such horror that drastic steps would be taken to stop it, +but we are not so careful of the love-affairs of our sons, and view with +complaisance their devotion to some blessed damozel of uncertain age, +comforting ourselves with the reflection that he is "only a boy" +and will outgrow it all in good time. (There's another mem. for +my legislative career--a Bill for the Protection of Boys, and the +Suppression of Old Maids Who Don't Mean Anything By It.) + +I don't mean, in saying all this, to reflect in any way upon the many +helpful friendships that exist between youngsters developing into +manhood and their elders among women who are not related to them. There +have been thousands of such friendships, no doubt, that have worked +for the upbuilding of character; for the inspiring in the unfolding +consciousness of what life means in the young boy's being of a deeper, +more lasting, respect for womanhood than would have been attained to +under any other circumstances, but that has been the result only when +the woman has taken care to maintain her own dignity always, and +to regard her course as one wherein she has accepted a degree of +responsibility second only to a mother's, and not a by-path leading +merely to pleasure and for the idling away of an unoccupied hour. +Potential manhood is a difficult force to handle, and none should embark +upon the parlous enterprise of arousing it without due regard for the +consequences. We may not let loose a young lion from its leash, and, +when dire consequences follow, excuse ourselves on the score that we +thought the devastating feature was "only a cub." + +These things flashed across my mind as I sat in Goward's room watching +the poor youth in his nerve-distracting struggles, and, when I thought +of the tangible evidence in hand against Aunt Elizabeth, I must confess +if I had been juryman sitting in judgment of the case I should have +convicted her of kidnapping without leaving the box. To begin with, +there was the case of Ned Temple. I haven't quite been able to get away +from the notion that however short-sighted and gauche poor Mrs. Temple's +performance was in going over to the Talberts' to make a scene because +of Aunt Elizabeth's attentions to Temple, she thought she was justified +in doing so, and Elizabeth's entire innocence in the premises, in view +of her record as a man-snatcher, has not been proven to my satisfaction. +Then there was that Lyman Wilde business, which I never understood +and haven't wanted to until they tried to mix poor Lorraine up in it. +Certain it is that Elizabeth and Wilde were victims of an affair of the +heart, but what Lorraine has had to do with it I don't know, and I hope +the whole matter will be dropped at least until we have settled poor +Peggy's affair. Then came Goward and this complication, and through +it all Elizabeth has had a weather-eye open for Dr. Denbigh. A rather +suggestive chain of evidence that, proving that Elizabeth seems to +regard all men as her own individual property. As Mrs. Evarts says, she +perks up even when Billie comes into the room--or Mr. Talbert, either; +and as for me--well, in the strictest confidence, if Aunt Elizabeth +hasn't tried to flirt even with me, then I don't know what flirtation +is, and there was a time--long before I was married, of course--when I +possessed certain well-developed gifts in that line. I know this, +that when I was first paying my addresses to Maria, Aunt Elizabeth was +staying at the Talberts' as usual, and Maria and I had all we could do +to get rid of her. She seemed to be possessed with the idea that I came +there every night to see her, and not a hint in the whole category of +polite intimations seemed capable of conveying any other idea to her +mind, although she showed at times that even a chance remark fell upon +heeding ears, for once when I observed that pink was my favorite +color, she blossomed out in it the next day and met me looking like a +peach-tree in full bloom, on Main Street as I walked from my office up +home. And while we are discussing other people's weaknesses I may as +well confess my own, and say that I was so pleased at this unexpected +revelation of interest in my tastes that when I called that evening +I felt vaguely disappointed to learn that Aunt Elizabeth was dining +out--and I was twenty-seven at the time, too, and loved Maria into the +bargain! And after the wedding, when we came to say good-bye, and I +kissed Aunt Elizabeth--I kissed everybody that day in the hurry to get +away, even the hired man at the door--and said, "Good-bye, Aunty," she +pouted and said she didn't like the title "a little bit." + +Now, of course, I wouldn't have anybody think that I think Aunt +Elizabeth was ever in love with me, but I mention these things to show +her general attitude toward members of the so-called stronger sex. The +chances are that she does not realize what she is doing, and assumes +this coy method with the whole masculine contingent as a matter of +thoughtless habit. What she wants to be to man I couldn't for the life +of me even guess--mother, sister, daughter, or general manager. But that +she does wish to grab every male being in sight, and attach them to her +train, is pretty evident to me, and I have no doubt that this is what +happened in poor Harry Goward's case. She has a bright way of saying +things, is unmistakably pretty, and has an unhappy knack of making +herself appear ten or fifteen years younger than she is if she needs to. +She is chameleonic as to age, and takes on always something of the +years of the particular man she is talking to. I saw her talking to +the dominie the other night, and a more spiritual-looking bit of demure +middle-aged piety you never saw in a nunnery, and the very next day when +she was conversing with young George Harris, a Freshman at Yale, at +the Barbers' reception, you'd have thought she was herself a Vassar +undergraduate. So there you are. With Goward she had assumed that same +youthful manner, and backed by all the power other thirty-seven years of +experience he was mere putty in her hands, and she played with him and +he lost, just as any other man, from St. Anthony down to the boniest +ossified man of to-day would have lost, and it wasn't until he saw +Peggy again and realized the difference between the real thing and the +spurious that he waked up. + +With all these facts marshalled and flashing through my brain much more +rapidly than I can tell them, like the quick succession of pictures in +the cinematograph, I made up my mind to become Goward's friend in so +far as circumstances would permit. With Aunt Elizabeth out of the way it +seemed to me that we would find all plain sailing again, but how to get +rid other was the awful question. Poor Peggy could hardly be happy +with such a Richmond in the field, and nothing short of Elizabeth's +engagement to some other man would help matters any. She had been too +long unmarried, anyhow. Maiden aunthood is an unhappy estate, and grows +worse with habit. If I could only find Lyman Wilde and bring him back to +her, or, perhaps, Dr. Denbigh--that was the more immediate resource, and +surely no sacrifice should be too great for a family physician to make +for the welfare of his patients. Maria and I would invite Dr. Denbigh to +dinner and have Aunt Elizabeth as the only other guest. We could leave +them alone on some pretext or other after dinner, and leave the rest to +fate--aided and abetted by Elizabeth herself. + +Meanwhile there was Goward still on my hands. + +"Well, my boy," I said, patting him kindly on the shoulder, "I hardly +know what to say to you about this thing. You've got yourself in the +dickens of a box, but I don't mind telling you I think your heart is in +the right place, and, whatever has happened, I don't believe you have +intentionally done wrong. Maybe at your age you do not realize that it +is not safe to be engaged to two people at the same time, especially +when they belong to the same family. Scientific heart-breakers, as a +rule, take care that their fiancees are not only not related, but +live in different sections of the country, and as I have no liking for +preaching I shall not dwell further upon the subject." + +"I think I realize my position keenly enough without putting you to the +trouble," said Goward, gazing gloomily out of the window. + +"What I will say, however," said I, "is that I'll do all I can to help +you out of your trouble. As one son-in-law to another, eh?" + +"You are very kind," said he, gripping me by the hand. + +"I will go to Mrs. Talbert--she is the best one to talk to--first, and +tell her just what you have told me, and it is just possible that she +can explain it to Peggy," I went on. + +"I--I think I could do that myself if I only had the chance," he said, +ruefully. + +"Well, then--I'll try to make the chance. I won't promise that I will +make it, because I can't answer for anybody but myself. Some day you +will find out that women are peculiar. But what I can do I will," said +I. "And, furthermore, as the general attorney for the family I will +cross-examine Aunt Elizabeth--put her through the third degree, as it +were, and try to show her how foolish it is for her to make so serious a +matter of a trifling flirtation." + +"I wouldn't, if I were you," said Goward, with a frown. "She needn't be +involved in the affair any more than she already is. She is not in the +least to blame." + +"Nevertheless," said I, "she may be able to help us to an easy way +out--" + +"She can't," said Goward, positively. + +"Excuse me, Mr. Goward," said I, chilling a trifle in my newly acquired +friendliness, "but is there any real reason why I should not question +Miss Talbert--" + +"Oh no, none at all," he hastened to reply. "Only I--I see no particular +object in vexing her further in a matter that must have already annoyed +her sufficiently. It is very good of you to take all this trouble on +my account, and I don't wish you to add further to your difficulties, +either," he added. + +I appreciated his consideration, with certain reservations. However, the +latter were not of such character as to make me doubt the advisability +of standing his friend, and when we parted a few minutes later I left +him with the intention of becoming his advocate with Peggy and her +mother, and at the same time of having it out with Aunt Elizabeth. + +I was detained at my office by other matters, which our family troubles +had caused me to neglect, until supper-time, and then I returned to my +own home, expecting to have a little chat over the affair with Maria +before acquainting the rest of the family with my impressions of Goward +and his responsibility for our woe. Maria is always so full of good +ideas, but at half-past six she had not come in, and at six-forty-five +she 'phoned me that she was at her father's and would I not better go +there for tea. In the Talbert family a suggestion of that sort is the +equivalent of a royal command in Great Britain, and I at once proceeded +to accept it. As I was leaving the house, however, the thought flashed +across my mind that in my sympathy for Harry Goward I had neglected +to ask him the question I had sought him out to ask, "To whom was the +letter addressed?" So I returned to the 'phone, and ringing up the Eagle +Hotel, inquired for Mr. Goward. + +"Mr. Goward!" came the answer. + +"Yes," said I. "Mr. Henry Goward." + +"Mr. Goward left for New York on the 5.40 train this afternoon," was the +reply. + +The answer, so unexpected and unsettling to all my plans, stunned me +first and then angered me. + +"Bah!" I cried, impatiently. "The little fool! An attack of cold feet, I +guess--he ought to spell his name with a C." + +I hung up the receiver with a cold chill, for frankly I hated to go +to the Talberts' with the news. Moreover, it would be a humiliating +confession to make that I had forgotten to ask Goward about the letter, +when everybody knew that that was what I had called upon him for, and +when I thought of all the various expressions in the very expressive +Talbert eyes that would fix themselves upon me as I mumbled out my +confession, I would have given much to be well out of it. Nevertheless, +since there was no avoiding the ordeal, I resolved to face the music, +and five minutes later entered the dining-room at my father-in-law's +house with as stiff an upper lip as I could summon to my aid in +the brief time at my disposal. They were all seated at the table +already--supper is not a movable feast in that well-regulated +establishment--save Aunt Elizabeth. Her place was vacant. + +"Sorry to be late," said I, after respectfully saluting my +mother-in-law, "but I couldn't help it. Things turned up at the last +minute and they had to be attended to. Where's Aunt Elizabeth?" + +"She went to New York," said my mother-in-law, "on the 5.40 train." + + + + +VII. THE MARRIED SON, by Henry James + +It's evidently a great thing in life to have got hold of a convenient +expression, and a sign of our inordinate habit of living by words. I +have sometimes flattered myself that I live less exclusively by them +than the people about me; paying with them, paying with them only, as +the phrase is (there I am at it, exactly, again!) rather less than my +companions, who, with the exception, perhaps, a little--sometimes!--of +poor Mother, succeed by their aid in keeping away from every truth, in +ignoring every reality, as comfortably as possible. Poor Mother, who is +worth all the rest of us put together, and is really worth two or three +of poor Father, deadly decent as I admit poor Father mainly to be, +sometimes meets me with a look, in some connection, suggesting that, +deep within, she dimly understands, and would really understand a +little better if she weren't afraid to: for, like all of us, she lives +surrounded by the black forest of the "facts of life" very much as +the people in the heart of Africa live in their dense wilderness of +nocturnal terrors, the mysteries and monstrosities that make them seal +themselves up in the huts as soon as it gets dark. She, quite exquisite +little Mother, would often understand, I believe, if she dared, if she +knew how to dare; and the vague, dumb interchange then taking place +between us, and from the silence of which we have never for an instant +deviated, represents perhaps her wonder as to whether I mayn't on some +great occasion show her how. + +The difficulty is that, alas, mere intelligent useless wretch as I am, +I've never hitherto been sure of knowing how myself; for am I too not as +steeped in fears as any of them? My fears, mostly, are different, and of +different dangers--also I hate having them, whereas they love them +and hug them to their hearts; but the fact remains that, save in this +private precinct of my overflow, which contains, under a strong little +brass lock, several bad words and many good resolutions, I have never +either said or done a bold thing in my life. What I seem always to feel, +doubtless cravenly enough, under her almost pathetic appeal, has been +that it isn't yet the occasion, the really good and right one, for +breaking out; than which nothing could more resemble of course the +inveterate argument of the helpless. ANY occasion is good enough for the +helpful; since there's never any that hasn't weak sides for their own +strength to make up. However, if there COULD be conceivably a good one, +I'll be hanged if I don't seem to see it gather now, and if I sha'n't +write myself here "poor" Charles Edward in all truth by failing to take +advantage of it, (They have in fact, I should note, one superiority +of courage to my own: this habit of their so constantly casting up my +poverty at me--poverty of character, of course I mean, for they don't, +to do them justice, taunt me with having "made" so little. They don't, +I admit, take their lives in their hands when they perform that act; the +proposition itself being that I haven't the spirit of a fished-out fly.) + +My point is, at any rate, that I designate THEM as Poor only in the +abysmal confidence of these occult pages: into which I really believe +even my poor wife--for it's universal!--has never succeeded in +peeping. It will be a shock to me if I some day find she has so far +adventured--and this not on account of the curiosity felt or the liberty +taken, but on account of her having successfully disguised it. She knows +I keep an intermittent diary--I've confessed to her it's the way +in which I work things in general, my feelings and impatiences and +difficulties, off. It's the way I work off my nerves--that luxury in +which poor Charles Edward's natural narrow means--narrow so far as ever +acknowledged--don't permit him to indulge. No one for a moment suspects +I have any nerves, and least of all what they themselves do to them; no +one, that is, but poor little Mother again--who, however, again, in her +way, all timorously and tenderly, has never mentioned it: any more than +she has ever mentioned her own, which she would think quite indecent. +This is precisely one of the things that, while it passes between us as +a mute assurance, makes me feel myself more than the others verily HER +child: more even than poor little Peg at the present strained juncture. + +But what I was going to say above all is that I don't care that poor +Lorraine--since that's my wife's inimitable name, which I feel every +time I write it I must apologize even to myself for!--should quite +discover the moments at which, first and last, I've worked HER off. Yet +I've made no secret of my cultivating it as a resource that helps me +to hold out; this idea of our "holding out," separately and together, +having become for us--and quite comically, as I see--the very basis of +life. What does it mean, and how and why and to what end are we holding? +I ask myself that even while I feel how much we achieve even by just +hugging each other over the general intensity of it. This is what I have +in mind as to our living to that extent by the vain phrase; as to our +really from time to time winding ourselves up by the use of it, and +winding each other. What should we do if we didn't hold out, and of +what romantic, dramatic, or simply perhaps quite prosaic, collapse would +giving in, in contradistinction, consist for us? We haven't in the least +formulated that--though it perhaps may but be one of the thousand things +we are afraid of. + +At any rate we don't, I think, ever so much as ask ourselves, and much +less each other: we're so quite sufficiently sustained and inflamed by +the sense that we're just doing it, and that in the sublime effort +our union is our strength. There must be something in it, for the more +intense we make the consciousness--and haven't we brought it to as fine +a point as our frequently triumphant partnership at bridge?--the more it +positively does support us. Poor Lorraine doesn't really at all need to +understand in order to believe; she believes that, failing our exquisite +and intimate combined effort of resistance, we should be capable +together of something--well, "desperate." It's in fact in this beautiful +desperation that we spend our days, that we face the pretty grim +prospect of new ones, that we go and come and talk and pretend, that we +consort, so far as in our deep-dyed hypocrisy we do consort, with the +rest of the Family, that we have Sunday supper with the Parents and +emerge, modestly yet virtuously shining, from the ordeal; that we put in +our daily appearance at the Works--for a utility nowadays so vague that +I'm fully aware (Lorraine isn't so much) of the deep amusement I excite +there, though I also recognize how wonderfully, how quite charitably, +they manage not to break out with it: bless, for the most part, their +dear simple hearts! It is in this privately exalted way that we bear +in short the burden of our obloquy, our failure, our resignation, our +sacrifice of what we should have liked, even if it be a matter we scarce +dare to so much as name to each other; and above all of our insufferable +reputation for an abject meekness. We're really not meek a bit--we're +secretly quite ferocious; but we're held to be ashamed of ourselves +not only for our proved business incompetence, but for our lack of +first-rate artistic power as well: it being now definitely on record +that we've never yet designed a single type of ice-pitcher--since that's +the damnable form Father's production more and more runs to; his uncanny +ideal is to turn out more ice-pitchers than any firm in the world--that +has "taken" with their awful public. We've tried again and again to +strike off something hideous enough, but it has always in these cases +appeared to us quite beautiful compared to the object finally turned +out, on their improved lines, for the unspeakable market; so that we've +only been able to be publicly rueful and depressed about it, and to +plead practically, in extenuation of all the extra trouble we saddle +them with, that such things are, alas, the worst we can do. + +We so far succeed in our plea that we're held at least to sit, as I +say, in contrition, and to understand how little, when it comes to a +reckoning, we really pay our way. This actually passes, I think for the +main basis of our humility, as it's certainly the basis of what I feel +to be poor Mother's unuttered yearning. It almost broke her heart that +we SHOULD have to live in such shame--she has only got so far as that +yet. But it's a beginning; and I seem to make out that if I don't spoil +it by any wrong word, if I don't in fact break the spell by any wrong +breath, she'll probably come on further. It will glimmer upon her--some +day when she looks at me in her uncomfortable bewildered tenderness, and +I almost hypnotize her by just smiling inscrutably back--that she isn't +getting all the moral benefit she somehow ought out of my being so +pathetically wrong; and then she'll begin to wonder and wonder, all to +herself, if there mayn't be something to be said for me. She has limped +along, in her more or less dissimulated pain, on this apparently firm +ground that I'm so wrong that nothing will do for either of us but a +sweet, solemn, tactful agreement between us never to mention it. It +falls in so richly with all the other things, all the "real" things, we +never mention. + +Well, it's doubtless an odd fact to be setting down even here; but I +SHALL be sorry for her on the day when her glimmer, as I have called it, +broadens--when it breaks on her that if I'm as wrong as this comes to, +why the others must be actively and absolutely right. She has never had +to take it quite THAT way--so women, even mothers, wondrously get +on; and heaven help her, as I say, when she shall. She'll be +immense--"tactfully" immense, with Father about it--she'll manage that, +for herself and for him, all right; but where the iron will enter into +her will be at the thought of her having for so long given raison, as +they say in Paris--or as poor Lorraine at least says they say--to a +couple like Maria and Tom Price. It comes over her that she has taken +it largely from THEM (and she HAS) that we're living in immorality, +Lorraine and I: ah THEN, poor dear little Mother--! Upon my word I +believe I'd go on lying low to this positive pitch of grovelling--and +Lorraine, charming, absurd creature, would back me up in it too--in +order precisely to save Mother such a revulsion. It will be really more +trouble than it will be worth to her; since it isn't as if our relation +weren't, of its kind, just as we are, about as "dear" as it can be. + +I'd literally much rather help her not to see than to see; I'd much +rather help her to get on with the others (yes, even including poor +Father, the fine damp plaster of whose composition, renewed from week to +week, can't be touched anywhere without letting your finger in, without +peril of its coming to pieces) in the way easiest for her--if not +easiest TO her. She couldn't live with the others an hour--no, not with +one of them, unless with poor little Peg--save by accepting all their +premises, save by making in other words all the concessions and having +all the imagination. I ask from her nothing of this--I do the whole +thing with her, as she has to do it with them; and of this, au fond, as +Lorraine again says, she is ever so subtly aware--just as, FOR it, she's +ever so dumbly grateful. Let these notes stand at any rate for my fond +fancy of that, and write it here to my credit in letters as big and +black as the tearful alphabet of my childhood; let them do this even +if everything else registers meaner things. I'm perfectly willing to +recognize, as grovellingly as any one likes, that, as grown-up and as +married and as preoccupied and as disillusioned, or at least as battered +and seasoned (by adversity) as possible, I'm in respect to HER as +achingly filial and as feelingly dependent, all the time, as when I +used, in the far-off years, to wake up, a small blubbering idiot, from +frightening dreams, and refuse to go to sleep again, in the dark, till I +clutched her hands or her dress and felt her bend over me. + +She used to protect me then from domestic derision--for she somehow +kept such passages quiet; but she can't (it's where HER ache comes in!) +protect me now from a more insidious kind. Well, now I don't care! +I feel it in Maria and Tom, constantly, who offer themselves as the +pattern of success in comparison with which poor Lorraine and I are +nowhere. I don't say they do it with malice prepense, or that they plot +against us to our ruin; the thing operates rather as an extraordinary +effect of their mere successful blatancy. They're blatant, truly, in +the superlative degree, and I call them successfully so for just this +reason, that poor Mother is to all appearance perfectly unaware of it. +Maria is the one member of all her circle that has got her really, not +only just ostensibly, into training; and it's a part of the general +irony of fate that neither she nor my terrible sister herself recognizes +the truth of this. The others, even to poor Father, think they +manage and manipulate her, and she can afford to let them think it, +ridiculously, since they don't come anywhere near it. She knows they +don't and is easy with them; playing over Father in especial with +finger-tips so lightly resting and yet so effectively tickling, that +he has never known at a given moment either where they were or, in the +least, what they were doing to him. That's enough for Mother, who keeps +by it the freedom other soul; yet whose fundamental humility comes out +in its being so hidden from her that her eldest daughter, to whom she +allows the benefit of every doubt, does damnably boss her. + +This is the one case in which she's not lucid; and, to make it perfect, +Maria, whose humility is neither fundamental nor superficial, but whose +avidity is both, comfortably cherishes, as a ground of complaint--nurses +in fact, beatifically, as a wrong--the belief that she's the one person +without influence. Influence?--why she has so much on ME that she +absolutely coerces me into making here these dark and dreadful remarks +about her! Let my record establish, in this fashion, that if I'm +a clinging son I'm, in that quarter, to make up for it, a detached +brother. Deadly virtuous and deadly hard and deadly charmless--also, +more than anything, deadly sure I--how does Maria fit on, by +consanguinity, to such amiable characters, such REAL social values, +as Mother and me at all? If that question ceases to matter, sometimes, +during the week, it flares up, on the other hand, at Sunday supper, +down the street, where Tom and his wife, overwhelmingly cheerful +and facetious, contrast so favorably with poor gentle sickly (as we +doubtless appear) Lorraine and me. We can't meet them--that is I can't +meet Tom--on that ground, the furious football-field to which he reduces +conversation, making it echo as with the roar of the arena--one little +bit. + +Of course, with such deep diversity of feeling, we simply loathe each +other, he and I; but the sad thing is that we get no good of it, none +of the TRUE joy of life, the joy of our passions and perceptions and +desires, by reason of our awful predetermined geniality and the strange +abysmal necessity of our having so eternally to put up with each other. +If we could intermit that vain superstition somehow, for about three +minutes, I often think the air might clear (as by the scramble of the +game of General Post, or whatever they call it) and we should all get +out of our wrong corners and find ourselves in our right, glaring from +these positions a happy and natural defiance. Then I shouldn't be thus +nominally and pretendedly (it's too ignoble!) on the same side or in +the same air as my brother-in-law; whose value is that he has thirty +"business ideas" a day, while I shall never have had the thirtieth +fraction of one in my whole life. He just hums, Tom Price, with business +ideas, whereas I just gape with the impossibility of them; he moves in +the densest we carry our heads here on August evenings, each with its +own thick nimbus of mosquitoes. I'm but too conscious of how, on the +other hand, I'm desolately outlined to all eyes, in an air as pure and +empty as that of a fine Polar sunset. + +It was Lorraine, dear quaint thing, who some time ago made the remark +(on our leaving one of those weekly banquets at which we figure +positively as a pair of social skeletons) that Tom's facetae multiply, +evidently, in direct proportion to his wealth of business ideas; so that +whenever he's enormously funny we may take it that he's "on" something +tremendous. He's sprightly in proportion as he's in earnest, and +innocent in proportion as he's going to be dangerous; dangerous, I mean, +to the competitor and the victim. Indeed when I reflect that his jokes +are probably each going to cost certain people, wretched helpless people +like myself, hundreds and thousands of dollars, their abundant flow +affects me as one of the most lurid of exhibitions. I've sometimes +rather wondered that Father can stand so much of him. Father who has +after all a sharp nerve or two in him, like a razor gone astray in a +valise of thick Jager underclothing; though of course Maria, pulling +with Tom shoulder to shoulder, would like to see any one NOT stand her +husband. + +The explanation has struck me as, mostly, that business genial and +cheerful and even obstreperous, without detriment to its BEING business, +has been poor Father's ideal for his own terrible kind. This ideal is, +further, that his home-life shall attest that prosperity. I think it +has even been his conception that our family tone shall by its sweet +innocence fairly register the pace at which the Works keep ahead: so +that he has the pleasure of feeling us as funny and slangy here as +people can only be who have had the best of the bargains other people +are having occasion to rue. We of course don't know--that is Mother and +Grandmamma don't, in any definite way (any more than I do, thanks to +my careful stupidity) how exceeding small some of the material is +consciously ground in the great grim, thrifty mill of industrial +success; and indeed we grow about as many cheap illusions and easy +comforts in the faintly fenced garden of our little life as could very +well be crammed into the space. + +Poor Grandmamma--since I've mentioned her--appears to me always the aged +wan Flora of our paradise; the presiding divinity, seated in the centre, +under whose pious traditions, REALLY quite dim and outlived, our fond +sacrifices are offered. Queer enough the superstition that Granny is +a very solid and strenuous and rather grim person, with a capacity for +facing the world, that we, a relaxed generation, have weakly lost. +She knows as much about the world as a tin jelly-mould knows about the +dinner, and is the oddest mixture of brooding anxieties over things that +don't in the least matter and of bland failure to suspect things that +intensely do. She lives in short in a weird little waste of words--over +the moral earnestness we none of us cultivate; yet hasn't a notion +of any effective earnestness herself except on the subject of empty +bottles, which have, it would appear, noble neglected uses. At this time +of day it doesn't matter, but if there could have been dropped into her +empty bottles, at an earlier stage, something to strengthen a little any +wine of life they were likely to contain, she wouldn't have figured so +as the head and front of all our sentimentality. + +I judge it, for that matter, a proof of our flat "modernity" in this +order that the scant starch holding her together is felt to give her +among us this antique and austere consistency. I don't talk things +over with Lorraine for nothing, and she does keep for me the flashes of +perception we neither of us waste on the others. It's the "antiquity +of the age of crinoline," she said the other day a propos of a little +carte-de-visite photograph of my ancestress as a young woman of the time +of the War; looking as if she had been violently inflated from below, +but had succeeded in resisting at any cost, and with a strange intensity +of expression, from her waist up. Mother, however, I must say, is as +wonderful about her as about everything else, and arranges herself, +exactly, to appear a mere contemporary illustration (being all the while +three times the true picture) in order that her parent shall have the +importance of the Family Portrait. I don't mean of course that she has +told me so; but she cannot see that if she hasn't that importance Granny +has none other; and it's therefore as if she pretended she had a ruff, +a stomacher, a farthingale and all the rest--grand old angles and +eccentricities and fine absurdities: the hard white face, if necessary, +of one who has seen witches burned. + +She hasn't any more than any one else among us a gleam of fine +absurdity: that's a product that seems unable, for the life of it, and +though so indispensable (say) for literary material, to grow here; but, +exquisitely determined she shall have Character lest she perish--while +it's assumed we still need her--Mother makes it up for her, with a turn +of the hand, out of bits left over from her own, far from economically +as her own was originally planned; scraps of spiritual silk and velvet +that no one takes notice of missing. And Granny, as in the dignity of +her legend, imposes, ridiculous old woman, on every one--Granny passes +for one of the finest old figures in the place, while Mother is never +discovered. So is history always written, and so is truth mostly +worshipped. There's indeed one thing, I'll do her the justice to say, as +to which she has a glimmer of vision--as to which she had it a couple of +years ago; I was thoroughly with her in her deprecation of the idea that +Peggy should be sent, to crown her culture, to that horrid co-educative +college from which the poor child returned the other day so +preposterously engaged to be married; and, if she had only been a little +more actively with me we might perhaps between us have done something +about it. But she has a way of deprecating with her long, knobby, +mittened hand over her mouth, and of looking at the same time, in a +mysterious manner, down into one of the angles of the room--it reduces +her protest to a feebleness: she's incapable of seeing in it herself +more than a fraction of what it has for her, and really thinks it would +be wicked and abandoned, would savor of Criticism, which is the cardinal +sin with her, to see all, or to follow any premise to it in the right +direction. + +Still, there was the happy chance, at the time the question came up, +that she had retained, on the subject of promiscuous colleges, the +mistrust of the age of crinoline: as to which in fact that little old +photograph, with its balloon petticoat and its astonishingly flat, +stiff "torso," might have imaged some failure of the attempt to blow the +heresy into her. The true inwardness of the history, at the crisis, was +that our fell Maria had made up her mind that Peg should go--and that, +as I have noted, the thing our fell Maria makes up her mind to among us +is in nine cases out of ten the thing that is done. Maria still takes, +in spite of her partial removal to a wider sphere, the most insidious +interest in us, and the beauty of her affectionate concern for the +welfare of her younger sisters is the theme of every tongue. She +observed to Lorraine, in a moment of rare expansion, more than a year +ago, that she had got their two futures perfectly fixed, and that as +Peggy appeared to have "some mind," though how much she wasn't yet sure, +it should be developed, what there was of it, on the highest modern +lines: Peggy would never be thought generally, that is physically, +attractive anyway. She would see about Alice, the brat, later on, though +meantime she had her idea--the idea that Alice was really going to have +the looks and would at a given moment break out into beauty: in which +event she should be run for that, and for all it might be worth, and +she, Maria, would be ready to take the contract. + +This is the kind of patronage of us that passes, I believe, among her +more particular intimates, for "so sweet" of her; it being of course +Maria all over to think herself subtle for just reversing, with a +"There--see how original I am?" any benighted conviction usually +entertained. I don't know that any one has ever thought Alice, the brat, +intellectual; but certainly no one has ever judged her even potentially +handsome, in the light of no matter which of those staggering +girl-processes that suddenly produce features, in flat faces, and +"figure," in the void of space, as a conjurer pulls rabbits out of a +sheet of paper and yards of ribbon out of nothing. Moreover, if any one +SHOULD know, Lorraine and I, with our trained sense for form and for +"values," certainly would. However, it doesn't matter; the whole thing +being but a bit of Maria's system of bluffing in order to boss. Peggy +hasn't more than the brain, in proportion to the rest of her, of a +small swelling dove on a window-sill; but she's extremely pretty and +absolutely nice, a little rounded pink-billed presence that pecks up +gratefully any grain of appreciation. + +I said to Mother, I remember, at the time--I took that plunge: "I hope +to goodness you're not going to pitch that defenceless child into any +such bear garden!" and she replied that to make a bear-garden you first +had to have bears, and she didn't suppose the co-educative young men +could be so described. "Well then," said I, "would you rather I should +call them donkeys, or even monkeys? What I mean is that the poor girl--a +perfect little DECORATIVE person, who ought to have iridescent-gray +plumage and pink-shod feet to match the rest of her--shouldn't be thrust +into any general menagerie-cage, but be kept for the dovecote and the +garden, kept where we may still hear her coo. That's what, at college, +they'll make her unlearn; she'll learn to roar and snarl with the other +animals. Think of the vocal sounds with which she may come back to us!" +Mother appeared to think, but asked me, after a moment, as a result +of it, in which of the cages of the New York Art League menagerie, and +among what sort of sounds, I had found Lorraine--who was a product of +co-education if there ever had been one, just as our marriage itself had +been such a product. + +I replied to this--well, what I could easily reply; but I asked, I +recollect, in the very forefront, if she were sending Peg to college +to get married. She declared it was the last thing she was in a hurry +about, and that she believed there was no danger, but her great argument +let the cat out of the bag. "Maria feels the want of it--of a college +education; she feels it would have given her more confidence"; and I +shall in fact never forget the little look of strange supplication that +she gave me with these words. What it meant was: "Now don't ask me to +go into the question, for the moment, any further: it's in the acute +stage--and you know how soon Maria can BRING a question to a head. She +has settled it with your Father--in other words has settled it FOR him: +settled it in the sense that we didn't give HER, at the right time, +the advantage she ought to have had. It would have given her +confidence--from the want of which, acquired at that age, she feels +she so suffers; and your Father thinks it fine of her to urge that her +little sister shall profit by her warning. Nothing works on him, you +know, so much as to hear it hinted that we've failed of our duty to any +of you; and you can see how it must work when he can be persuaded that +Maria--!" + +"Hasn't colossal cheek?"--I took the words out of her mouth. "With +such colossal cheek what NEED have you of confidence, which is such an +inferior form--?" + +The long and short was of course that Peggy went; believing on her +side, poor dear, that it might for future relations give her the pull +of Maria. This represents, really, I think, the one spark of guile in +Peggy's breast: the smart of a small grievance suffered at her sister's +hands in the dim long-ago. Maria slapped her face, or ate up her +chocolates, or smeared her copy-book, or something of that sort; and the +sound of the slap still reverberates in Peg's consciousness, the missed +sweetness still haunts her palate, the smutch of the fair page (Peg +writes an immaculate little hand and Maria a wretched one--the only +thing she can't swagger about) still affronts her sight. Maria also, to +do her justice, has a vague hankering, under which she has always been +restive, to make up for the outrage; and the form the compunction now +takes is to get her away. It's one of the facts of our situation all +round, I may thus add, that every one wants to get some one else away, +and that there are indeed one or two of us upon whom, to that end, could +the conspiracy only be occult enough--which it can never!--all the rest +would effectively concentrate. + +Father would like to shunt Granny--it IS monstrous his having his +mother-in-law a fixture under his roof; though, after all, I'm not sure +this patience doesn't rank for him as one of those domestic genialities +that allow his conscience a bolder and tighter business hand; a curious +service, this sort of thing, I note, rendered to the business conscience +throughout our community. Mother, at any rate, and small blame to +her, would like to "shoo" off Eliza, as Lorraine and I, in our deepest +privacy, call Aunt Elizabeth; the Tom Prices would like to extirpate US, +of course; we would give our most immediate jewel to clear the sky of +the Tom Prices; und so weiter. And I think we should really all band +together, for once in our lives, in an unnatural alliance to get rid of +Eliza. The beauty as to THIS is, moreover, that I make out the rich +if dim, dawn of that last-named possibility (which I've been secretly +invoking, all this year, for poor Mother's sake); and as the act of mine +own right hand, moreover, without other human help. But of that anon; +the IMMEDIATELY striking thing being meanwhile again the strange +stultification of the passions in us, which prevents anything ever from +coming to an admitted and avowed head. + +Maria can be trusted, as I have said, to bring on the small crisis, +every time; but she's as afraid as any one else of the great one, and +she's moreover, I write it with rapture, afraid of Eliza. Eliza is +the one person in our whole community she does fear--and for reasons I +perfectly grasp; to which moreover, this extraordinary oddity attaches, +that I positively feel I don't fear Eliza in the least (and in fact +promise myself before long to show it) and yet don't at all avail by +that show of my indifference to danger to inspire my sister with the +least terror in respect to myself. It's very funny, the DEGREE of +her dread of Eliza, who affects her, evidently, as a person of lurid +"worldly" possibilities--the one innocent light in which poor Maria +wears for me what Lorraine calls a weird pathos; and perhaps, after all, +on the day I shall have justified my futile passage across this agitated +scene, and my questionable utility here below every way, by converting +our aunt's lively presence into a lively absence, it may come over +her that I AM to be recognized. I in fact dream at times, with high +intensity, that I see the Prices some day quite turn pale as they look +at each other and find themselves taking me in. + +I've made up my mind at any rate that poor Mother shall within the +year be relieved in one way or another of her constant liability to +her sister-in-law's visitations. It isn't to be endured that her house +should be so little her own house as I've known Granny and Eliza, +between them, though after a different fashion, succeed in making it +appear; and yet the action to take will, I perfectly see, never by any +possibility come from poor Father. He accepts his sister's perpetual +re-arrivals, under the law of her own convenience, with a broad-backed +serenity which I find distinctly irritating (if I may use the impious +expression) and which makes me ask myself how he sees poor Mother's +"position" at all. The truth is poor Father never does "see" anything +of that sort, in the sense of conceiving it in its relations; he doesn't +know, I guess, but what the prowling Eliza HAS a position (since this is +a superstition that I observe even my acute little Lorraine can't quite +shake off). He takes refuge about it, as about everything, truly, in the +cheerful vagueness of that general consciousness on which I have already +touched: he likes to come home from the Works every day to see how +good he really is, after all--and it's what poor Mother thus has to +demonstrate for him by translating his benevolence, translating it to +himself and to others, into "housekeeping." If he were only good to HER +he mightn't be good enough; but the more we pig together round about him +the more blandly patriarchal we make him feel. + +Eliza meanwhile, at any rate, is spoiling for a dose--if ever a woman +required one; and I seem already to feel in the air the gathering +elements of the occasion that awaits me for administering it. All of +which it is a comfort somehow to maunder away on here. As I read over +what I have written the aspects of our situation multiply so in fact +that I note again how one has only to look at any human thing very +straight (that is with the minimum of intelligence) to see it shine out +in as many aspects as the hues of the prism; or place itself, in other +words, in relations that positively stop nowhere. I've often thought I +should like some day to write a novel; but what would become of me in +that case--delivered over, I mean, before my subject, to my extravagant +sense that everything is a part of something else? When you paint a +picture with a brush and pigments, that is on a single plane, it can +stop at your gilt frame; but when you paint one with a pen and words, +that is in ALL the dimensions, how are you to stop? Of course, as +Lorraine says, "Stopping, that's art; and what are we artists like, +my dear, but those drivers of trolley-cars, in New York, who, by some +divine instinct, recognize in the forest of pillars and posts the +white-striped columns at which they may pull up? Yes, we're drivers of +trolley-cars charged with electric force and prepared to go any distance +from which the consideration of a probable smash ahead doesn't deter +us." + +That consideration deters me doubtless even a little here--in spite of +my seeing the track, to the next bend, so temptingly clear. I should +like to note for instance, for my own satisfaction (though no fellow, +thank God, was ever less a prey to the ignoble fear of inconsistency) +that poor Mother's impugnment of my acquisition of Lorraine didn't in +the least disconcert me. I did pick Lorraine--then a little bleating +stray lamb collared with a blue ribbon and a tinkling silver bell--out +of our New York bear-garden; but it interests me awfully to recognize +that, whereas the kind of association is one I hate for my small +Philistine sister, who probably has the makings of a nice, dull, +dressed, amiable, insignificant woman, I recognize it perfectly as +Lorraine's native element and my own; or at least don't at all mind her +having been dipped in it. It has tempered and plated us for the rest of +life, and to an effect different enough from the awful metallic wash of +our Company's admired ice-pitchers. We artists are at the best children +of despair--a certain divine despair, as Lorraine naturally says; and +what jollier place for laying it in abundantly than the Art League? As +for Peg, however, I won't hear of her having anything to do with this; +she shall despair of nothing worse than the "hang" of her skirt or the +moderation other hat--and not often, if I can help her, even of those. + +That small vow I'm glad to register here: it helps somehow, at the +juncture I seem to feel rapidly approaching, to do the indispensable +thing Lorraine is always talking about--to define my position. She's +always insisting that we've never sufficiently defined it--as if I've +ever for a moment pretended we have! We've REfined it, to the last +intensity--and of course, now, shall have to do so still more; which +will leave them all even more bewildered than the boldest definition +would have done. But that's quite a different thing. The furthest we +have gone in the way of definition--unless indeed this too belongs but +to our invincible tendency to refine--is by the happy rule we've made +that Lorraine shall walk with me every morning to the Works, and I shall +find her there when I come out to walk home with me. I see, on reading +over, that this is what I meant by "our" in speaking above of our little +daily heroism in that direction. The heroism is easier, and becomes +quite sweet, I find, when she comes so far on the way with me and when +we linger outside for a little more last talk before I go in. + +It's the drollest thing in the world, and really the most precious +note of the mystic influence known in the place as "the force of public +opinion"--which is in other words but the incubus of small domestic +conformity; I really believe there's nothing we do, or don't do, that +excites in the bosom of our circle a subtler sense that we're "au fond" +uncanny. And it's amusing to think that this is our sole tiny touch of +independence! That she should come forth with me at those hours, that +she should hang about with me, and that we should have last (and, when +she meets me again, first) small sweet things to say to each other, as +if we were figures in a chromo or a tableau vwant keeping our tryst at a +stile--no, this, quite inexplicably, transcends their scheme and baffles +their imagination. They can't conceive how or why Lorraine gets out, or +should wish to, at such hours; there's a feeling that she must violate +every domestic duty to do it; yes, at bottom, really, the act wears for +them, I discern, an insidious immorality, and it wouldn't take much to +bring "public opinion" down on us in some scandalized way. + +The funniest thing of all, moreover, is that that effect resides largely +in our being husband and wife--it would be absent, wholly, if we were +engaged or lovers; a publicly parading gentleman friend and lady friend. +What is it we CAN have to say to each other, in that exclusive manner, +so particularly, so frequently, so flagrantly, and as if we hadn't +chances enough at home? I see it's a thing Mother might accidentally do +with Father, or Maria with Tom Price; but I can imagine the shouts of +hilarity, the resounding public comedy, with which Tom and Maria would +separate; and also how scantly poor little Mother would permit herself +with poor big Father any appearance of a grave leave-taking. I've quite +expected her--yes, literally poor little Mother herself--to ask me, +a bit anxiously, any time these six months, what it is that at such +extraordinary moments passes between us. So much, at any rate, for the +truth of this cluster of documentary impressions, to which there may +some day attach the value as of a direct contemporary record of strange +and remote things, so much I here super-add; and verily with regret, as +well, on behalf of my picture, for two or three other touches from which +I must forbear. + +There has lately turned up, on our scene, one person with whom, doors +and windows closed, curtains drawn, secrecy sworn, the whole town asleep +and something amber-colored a-brewing--there has recently joined us one +person, I say, with whom we might really pass the time of day, to whom +we might, after due deliberation, tip the wink. I allude to the Parents' +new neighbor, the odd fellow Temple, who, for reasons mysterious and +which his ostensible undertaking of the native newspaper don't at all +make plausible, has elected, as they say, fondly to sojourn among us. A +journalist, a rolling stone, a man who has seen other life, how can one +not suspect him of some deeper game than he avows--some such studious, +surreptitious, "sociological" intent as alone, it would seem, could +sustain him through the practice of leaning on his fence at eventide +to converse for long periods with poor Father? Poor Father indeed, if a +real remorseless sociologist were once to get well hold of him! Lorraine +freely maintains that there's more in the Temples than meets the eye; +that they're up to something, at least that HE is, that he kind of feels +us in the air, just as we feel him, and that he would sort of reach out +to us, by the same token, if we would in any way give the first sign. +This, however, Lorraine contends, his wife won't let him do; his wife, +according to mine, is quite a different proposition (much more REALLY +hatted and gloved, she notes, than any one here, even than the belted +and trinketed Eliza) and with a conviction of her own as to what +their stay is going to amount to. On the basis of Lorraine's similar +conviction about ours it would seem then that we ought to meet for an +esoteric revel; yet somehow it doesn't come off. Sometimes I think I'm +quite wrong and that he can't really be a child of light: we should in +this case either have seen him collapse or have discovered what inwardly +sustains him. We ARE ourselves inwardly collapsing--there's no doubt of +that: in spite of the central fires, as Lorraine says somebody in Boston +used to say somebody said, from which we're fed. From what central fires +is Temple nourished? I give it up; for, on the point, again and again, +of desperately stopping him in the street to ask him, I recoil as often +in terror. He may be only plotting to MAKE me do it--so that he may give +me away in his paper! + +"Remember, he's a mere little frisking prize ass; stick to that, cling +to it, make it your answer to everything: it's all you now know and all +you need to know, and you'll be as firm on it as on a rock!" This +is what I said to poor Peg, on the subject of Harry Goward, before I +started, in the glorious impulse of the moment, five nights ago, for New +York; and, with no moment now to spare, yet wishing not to lose my +small silver clue, I just put it here for one of the white pebbles, or +whatever they were, that Hop o' my Thumb, carried off to the forest, +dropped, as he went, to know his way back. I was carried off the other +evening in a whirlwind, which has not even yet quite gone down, though +I am now at home and recovering my breath; and it will interest me +vividly, when I have more freedom of mind, to live over again these +strange, these wild successions. But a few rude notes, and only of the +first few hours of my adventure, must for the present suffice. The mot, +of the whole thing, as Lorraine calls it, was that at last, in a flash, +we recognized what we had so long been wondering about--what supreme +advantage we've been, all this latter time in particular, "holding out" +for. + +Lorraine had put it once again in her happy way only a few weeks +previous; we were "saving up," she said--and not meaning at all our +poor scant dollars and cents, though we've also kept hold of some of +THEM--for an exercise of strength and a show of character that would +make us of a sudden some unmistakable sign. We should just meet it +rounding a corner as with the rush of an automobile--a chariot of fire +that would stop but long enough to take us in, when we should know it +immediately for the vehicle of our fate. That conviction had somehow +been with us, and I had really heard our hour begin to strike on Peg's +coming back to us from her co-educative adventure so preposterously +"engaged." I didn't believe in it, in such a manner of becoming so, one +little bit, and I took on myself to hate the same; though that indeed +seemed the last thing to trouble any one else. Her turning up in such a +fashion with the whole thing settled before Father or Mother or Maria or +any of us had so much as heard of the young man, much less seen the +tip of his nose, had too much in common, for my taste, with the rude +betrothals of the people, with some maid-servant's announcement to her +employer that she has exchanged vows with the butcher-boy. + +I was indignant, quite artlessly indignant I fear, with the college +authorities, barbarously irresponsible, as it struck me; for when I +broke out about them to poor Mother she surprised me (though I confess +she had sometimes surprised me before), by her deep fatalism. "Oh, +I suppose they don't pretend not to take their students at the +young people's own risk: they can scarcely pretend to control their +affections!" she wonderfully said; she seemed almost shocked, moreover, +that I could impute either to Father or to herself any disposition to +control Peggy's. It was one of the few occasions of my life on which +I've suffered irritation from poor Mother; and yet I'm now not sure, +after all, that she wasn't again but at her old game (even then, for she +has certainly been so since) of protecting poor Father, by feigning a +like flaccidity, from the full appearance, not to say the full dishonor, +of his failure ever to meet a domestic responsibility. It came over +me that there would be absolutely nobody to meet this one, and my own +peculiar chance glimmered upon me therefore on the spot. I can't +retrace steps and stages; suffice it that my opportunity developed and +broadened, to my watching eyes, with each precipitated consequence of +the wretched youth's arrival. + +He proved, without delay, an infant in arms; an infant, either, +according to circumstances, crowing and kicking and clamoring for +sustenance, or wailing and choking and refusing even the bottle, to the +point even, as I've just seen in New York, of imminent convulsions. The +"arms" most appropriate to his case suddenly announced themselves, +in fine, to our general consternation, as Eliza's: but it was at this +unnatural vision that my heart indeed leaped up. I was beforehand even +with Lorraine; she was still gaping while, in three bold strokes, I +sketched to her our campaign. "I take command--the others are flat on +their backs. I save little pathetic Peg, even in spite of herself; +though her just resentment is really much greater than she dares, poor +mite, recognize (amazing scruple!). By which I mean I guard her against +a possible relapse. I save poor Mother--that is I rid her of the +deadly Eliza--forever and a day! Despised, rejected, misunderstood, I +nevertheless intervene, in its hour of dire need, as the good genius of +the family; and you, dear little quaint thing, I take advantage of the +precious psychological moment to whisk YOU off to Europe. We'll take +Peg with us for a year's true culture; she wants a year's true culture +pretty badly, but she doesn't, as it turns out, want Mr. Goward a +'speck.' And I'll do it all in my own way, before they can recover +breath; they'll recover it--if we but give them time--to bless our name; +but by that moment we shall have struck for freedom!" + +Well, then, my own way--it was "given me," as Lorraine says--was, +taking the night express, without a word to any one but Peg, whom it was +charming, at the supreme hour, to feel glimmeringly, all-wonderingly, +with us: my own way, I say, was to go, the next morning, as soon as I +had breakfasted, to the address Lorraine had been able, by an +immense piece of luck, to suggest to me as a possible clue to Eliza's +whereabouts. "She'll either be with her friends the Chataways, in East +Seventy-third Street--she's always swaggering about the Chataways, who +by her account are tremendous 'smarts,' as she has told Lorraine the +right term is in London, leading a life that is a burden to them without +her; or else they'll know where she is. That's at least what I HOPE!" +said my wife with infinite feminine subtlety. The Chataways as a subject +of swagger presented themselves, even to my rustic vision, oddly; I may +be mistaken about New York "values," but the grandeur of this connection +was brought home to me neither by the high lopsided stoop of its very, +very East Side setting, nor by the appearance of a terrible massive lady +who came to the door while I was in quite unproductive parley with an +unmistakably, a hopelessly mystified menial, an outlandish young woman +with a face of dark despair and an intelligence closed to any mere +indigenous appeal. I was to learn later in the day that she's a +Macedonian Christian whom the Chataways harbor against the cruel Turk in +return for domestic service; a romantic item that Eliza named to me in +rueful correction of the absence of several indeed that are apparently +prosaic enough. + +The powder on the massive lady's face indeed transcended, I rather +thought, the bounds of prose, did much to refer her to the realm of +fantasy, some fairy-land forlorn; an effect the more marked as the +wrapper she appeared hastily to have caught up, and which was somehow +both voluminous and tense (flowing like a cataract in some places, yet +in others exposing, or at least denning, the ample bed of the stream) +reminded me of the big cloth spread in a room when any mess is to +be made. She apologized when I said I had come to inquire for Miss +Talbert--mentioned (with play of a wonderfully fine fat hand) that she +herself was "just being manicured in the parlor"; but was evidently +surprised at my asking about Eliza, which plunged her into the +question--it suffused her extravagant blondness with a troubled light, +struggling there like a sunrise over snow--of whether she had better, +confessing to ignorance, relieve her curiosity or, pretending to +knowledge, baffle mine. But mine of course carried the day, for mine +showed it could wait, while hers couldn't; the final superiority of +women to men being in fact, I think, that we are more PATIENTLY curious. + +"Why, is she in the city?" + +"If she isn't, dear madam," I replied, "she ought to be. She left +Eastridge last evening for parts unknown, and should have got here by +midnight." Oh, how glad I was to let them both in as far as I possibly +could! And clearly now I had let Mrs. Chataway, if such she was, in very +far indeed. + +She stared, but then airily considered. "Oh, well--I guess she's +somewheres." + +"I guess she is!" I replied. + +"She hasn't got here yet--she has so many friends in the city. But she +always wants US, and when she does come--!" With which my friend, now +so far relieved and agreeably smiling, rubbed together conspicuously the +pair of plump subjects of her "cure." + +"You feel then," I inquired, "that she will come?" + +"Oh, I guess she'll be round this afternoon. We wouldn't forgive her--!" + +"Ah, I'm afraid we MUST forgive her!" I was careful to declare. "But +I'll come back on the chance." + +"Any message then?" + +"Yes, please say her nephew from Eastridge--!" + +"Oh, her nephew--!" + +"Her nephew. She'll understand. I'll come back," I repeated. "But I've +got to find her!" + +And, as in the fever of my need, I turned and sped away. + +I roamed, I quite careered about, in those uptown streets, but +instinctively and confidently westward. I felt, I don't know why, +miraculously sure of some favoring chance and as if I were floating in +the current of success. I was on the way to our reward, I was positively +on the way to Paris, and New York itself, vast and glittering and +roaring, much noisier even than the Works at their noisiest, but with +its old rich thrill of the Art League days again in the air, was already +almost Paris for me--so that when I at last fidgeted into the Park, +where you get so beautifully away from the town, it was surely the next +thing to Europe, and in fact HAD to be, since it's the very antithesis +of Eastridge. I regularly revelled in that sense that Eliza couldn't +have done a better thing for us than just not be, that morning, where it +was supremely advisable she should have been. If she had had two grains +of sense she would have put in an appearance at the Chataways' with the +lark, or at least with the manicure, who seems there almost as early +stirring. Or rather, really, she would have reported herself as soon as +their train, that of the "guilty couple," got in; no matter how late in +the evening. It was at any rate actually uplifting to realize that I had +got thus, in three minutes, the pull of her in regard to her great New +York friends. My eye, as Lorraine says, how she HAS, on all this ground +of those people, been piling it on! If Maria, who has so bowed her +head, gets any such glimpse of what her aunt has been making her bow it +to--well, I think I shall then entertain something of the human pity for +Eliza, that I found myself, while I walked about, fairly entertaining +for my sister. + +What were they, what ARE they, the Chataways, anyhow? I don't even yet +know, I confess; but now I don't want to--I don't care a hang, having +no further use for them whatever. But on one of the Park benches, in +the golden morning, the wonderment added, I remember, to my joy, for +we hadn't, Lorraine and I, been the least bit overwhelmed about them: +Lorraine only pretending a little, with her charming elfish art, that +she occasionally was, in order to see how far Eliza would go. Well, that +brilliant woman HAD gone pretty far for us, truly, if, after all, they +were only in the manicure line. She was a-doing of it, as Lorraine says, +my massive lady was, in the "parlor" where I don't suppose it's usually +done; and aren't there such places, precisely, AS Manicure Parlors, +where they do nothing else, or at least are supposed to? Oh, I do hope, +for the perfection of it, that this may be what Eliza has kept from +us! Otherwise, by all the gods, it's just a boarding-house: there was +exactly the smell in the hall, THE boarding-house smell, that pervaded +my old greasy haunt of the League days: that boiled atmosphere that +seems to belong at once, confusedly, to a domestic "wash" and to +inferior food--as if the former were perhaps being prepared in the +saucepan and the latter in the tubs. + +There also came back to me, I recollect, that note of Mrs. Chataway's +queer look at me on my saying I was Eliza's nephew--the droll effect of +her making on her side a discovery about ME. Yes, she made it, and as +against me, of course, against all of us, at sight of me; so that if +Eliza has bragged at Eastridge about New York, she has at least bragged +in New York about Eastridge. I didn't clearly, for Mrs. Chataway, come +up to the brag--or perhaps rather didn't come down to it: since I +dare say the poor lady's consternation meant simply that my aunt has +confessed to me but as an unconsidered trifle, a gifted child at +the most; or as young and handsome and dashing at the most, and not +as--well, as what I am. Whatever I am, in any case, and however awkward +a document as nephew to a girlish aunt, I believe I really tasted of the +joy of life in its highest intensity when, at the end of twenty +minutes of the Park, I suddenly saw my absurd presentiment of a miracle +justified. + +I could of course scarce believe my eyes when, at the turn of a quiet +alley, pulling up to gape, I recognized in a young man brooding on a +bench ten yards off the precious personality of Harry Goward! There +he languished alone, our feebler fugitive, handed over to me by a +mysterious fate and a well-nigh incredible hazard. There is certainly +but one place in all New York where the stricken deer may weep--or even, +for that matter, the hart ungalled play; the wonder of my coincidence +shrank a little, that is, before the fact that when young ardor or young +despair wishes to commune with immensity it can ONLY do so either in a +hall bedroom or in just this corner, practically, where I pounced on +my prey. To sit down, in short, you've GOT to sit there; there isn't +another square inch of the whole place over which you haven't got, as +everything shrieks at you, to step lively. Poor Goward, I could see at +a glance, wanted very much to sit down--looked indeed very much as if he +wanted never, NEVER again to get up. + +I hovered there--I couldn't help it, a bit gloatingly--before I pounced; +and yet even when he became aware of me, as he did in a minute, he +didn't shift his position by an inch, but only took me and my dreadful +meaning, with his wan stare, as a part of the strange burden of +his fate. He didn't seem even surprised to speak of; he had waked +up--premising his brief, bewildered delirium--to the sense that +something NATURAL must happen, and even to the fond hope that something +natural WOULD; and I was simply the form in which it was happening. +I came nearer, I stood before him; and he kept up at me the oddest +stare--which was plainly but the dumb yearning that I would explain, +explain! He wanted everything told him--but every single thing; as if, +after a tremendous fall, or some wild parabola through the air, the +effect of a violent explosion under his feet, he had landed at a vast +distance from his starting-point and required to know where he was. +Well, the charming thing was that this affected me as giving the very +sharpest point to the idea that, in asking myself how I should deal with +him, I had already so vividly entertained. + + + + +VIII. THE MARRIED DAUGHTER, By Elizabeth Stuart Phelps + +We start in life with the most preposterous of all human claims--that +one should be understood. We get bravely over that after awhile; but +not until the idea has been knocked out of us by the hardest. I used to +worry a good deal, myself, because nobody--distinctly not one person--in +our family understood me; that is, me in my relation to themselves; +nothing else, of course, mattered so much. But that was before I was +married. I think it was because Tom understood me from the very first +eye-beam, that I loved him enough to marry him and learn to understand +HIM. I always knew in my heart that he had the advantage of me in that +beautiful art: I suppose one might call it the soul-art. At all events, +it has been of the least possible consequence to me since I had Tom, +whether any one else in the world understood me or not. + +I suppose--in fact, I know--that it is this unfortunate affair of +Peggy's which has brought up all that old soreness to the surface of me. + +Nobody knows better than I that I have not been a popular member of this +family. But nobody knows as well as I how hard I have tried to do my +conscientious best by the whole of them, collectively and individually +considered. An older sister, if she have any consciousness of +responsibility at all, is, to my mind, not in an easy position. Her +extra years give her an extra sense. One might call it a sixth sense of +family anxiety which the younger children cannot share. She has, in a +way, the intelligence and forethought of a mother without a mother's +authority or privilege. + +When father had that typhoid and could not sleep--dear father! in his +normal condition he sleeps like a bag of corn-meal--who was there in all +the house to keep those boys quiet? Nobody but me. When they organized +a military company in our back yard directly under father's windows--two +drums, a fish-horn, a jews-harp, a fife, and three tin pans--was there +anybody but me to put a stop to it? It was on this occasion that the +pet name Moolymaria, afterward corrupted into Messymaria, and finally +evolved into Meddlymaria, became attached to me. To this day I do not +like to think how many cries I had over it. Then when Charles Edward +got into debt and nobody dared to tell father; and when Billy had the +measles and there wasn't a throat in the house to read to him four +hours a day except my unpopular throat; and when Charles Edward had that +quarrel over a girl with a squash-colored dress and cerise hair-ribbons; +or when Alice fell in love with an automobile, the chauffeur being +incidentally thrown in, and took to riding around the country with +him--who put a stop to it? Who was the only person in the family that +COULD put a stop to it? + +Then again--but what's the use? My very temperament I can see now (I +didn't see it when I lived at home) is in itself an unpopular one in +a family like ours. I forecast, I foresee, I provide, I plan--it is my +"natur' to." I can't go sprawling through life. I must know where I am +to set my foot. Dear mother has no more sense of anxiety than a rice +pudding, and father is as cool as one of his own ice-pitchers. We all +know what Charles Edward is, and I didn't count grandmother and Aunt +Elizabeth. + +There has been my blunder. I ought to have counted Aunt Elizabeth. I +ought to have fathomed her. It never occurred to me that she was deep +enough to drop a plummet in. I, the burden-bearer, the caretaker, the +worrier; I, who am opprobriously called "the manager" in this family--I +have failed them at this critical point in their household history. I +did not foresee, I did not forecast, I did not worry, I did not manage. +It did not occur to me to manage after we had got Peggy safely graduated +and engaged, and now this dreadful thing has gaped beneath us like the +fissures at San Francisco or Kingston, and poor little Peggy has tumbled +into it. A teacupful of "management" might have prevented it; an ounce +of worry would have saved it all. I lacked that teacupful; I missed +that ounce. The veriest popular optimist could have done no worse. I am +smothered with my own stupidity. I have borne this humiliating condition +of things as long as I can. I propose to go over to that house and +take the helm in this emergency. I don't care whether I am popular or +unpopular for it. But something has got to be done for Peggy, and I am +going to do it. + + +I have been over and I have done it. I have taken the "management" of +the whole thing--not even discouraged by this unfortunate word. I own I +am rather raw to it. But the time has come when, though I bled beneath +it, I must act as if I didn't. At all events I must ACT.... I have +acted. I am going to New York by the early morning express--the 7.20. I +would go to-night-in fact, I really ought to go to-night. But Tom has a +supper "on" with some visitors to the Works. He won't be home till late, +and I can't go without seeing Tom. It would hurt his feelings, and that +is a thing no wife ought to do, and my kind of wife can't do. + +I found the house in its usual gelatinous condition. There wasn't +a back-bone in it, scarcely an ankle-joint to stand upon: plenty of +crying, but no thinking; a mush of talk, but no decision. To cap the +situation, Charles Edward has gone on to New York with a preposterous +conviction that HE can clear it up.... CHARLES EDWARD! If there is a +living member of the household--But never mind that. This circumstance +was enough for me, that's all. It brought out all the determination in +me, all the manager, if you choose to put it so. + +I shall go to New York myself and take the whole thing in hand. If I +needed anything to padlock my purpose those dozen words with Peggy would +have turned the key upon it. When I found that she wasn't crying; when +I got face to face with that soft, fine excitement in the eyes which a +girl wears when she has a love-affair, not stagnant, but in action--I +concluded at once that Peggy had her reservations and was keeping +something from me. On pretence of wanting a doughnut I got her into the +pantry and shut both doors. + +"Peggy," I said, "what has Charles Edward gone to New York for? Do you +know?" + +Peggy wound a big doughnut spinning around her engagement finger and +made no reply. + +"If it has anything to do with you and Harry Goward, you must tell me, +Peggy. You must tell me instantly." + +Peggy put a doughnut on her wedding finger and observed, with pained +perplexity, that it would not spin, but stuck. + +"What is Charles Edward up to?" I persisted. + +The opening rose-bud of Peggy's face took on a furtive expression, like +that of certain pansies, or some orchids I have seen. "He is going to +take me to Europe," she admitted, removing both her doughnut rings. + +"YOU! To EUROPE!" + +"He and Lorraine. When this is blown by. They want to get me away." + +"Away from what? Away from Harry Goward?" + +"Oh, I suppose so," blubbered Peggy. + +She now began, in a perfectly normal manner, to mop her eyes with her +handkerchief. + +"Do you want to be got away from Harry Goward?" I demanded. + +"I never said I did," sobbed Peggy. "I never said so, not one little +bit. But oh, Maria! Moolymaria! You can't think how dreadful it is to be +a girl, an engaged girl, and not know what to do!" + +Then and there an active idea--one with bones in it--raced and overtook +me, and I shot out: "Where is that letter?" + +"Mother has it," replied Peggy. + +"Have you opened it?" + +"No." + +"Has Aunt Elizabeth opened it?" + +"Oh no!" + +"Did Charlies Edward take it with him?" + +"I don't think he did. I will go ask mother." + +"Go ask mother for that letter," I commanded, "and bring it to me." + +Peggy gave me one mutinous look, but the instinct of a younger sister +was in her and she obeyed me. She brought the letter. I have this +precious document in my pocket. I asked her if she would trust me to +find out to whom that letter was addressed. After some hesitation she +replied that she would. I reminded her that she was the only person in +the world who could give me this authority--which pleased her. I told +her that I should accept it as a solemn trust, and do my highest and +best with it for her sake. + +"Peggy," I said, "this is not altogether a pleasant job for me, but +you are my little sister and I will take care of you. Kiss your old +Meddlymaria, Peggy." She took down her sopping handkerchief and lifted +her warm, wet face. So I kissed Peggy. And I am going on the 7.20 +morning train. + + +It is now ten o'clock. My suit-case is packed, my ticket is bought, +but Tom has not come back, and the worst of it is he can't get back +to-night. He telephoned between courses at his dinner that he had +accepted an invitation to go home for the night with one of the men +they are dining. It seems he is a "person of importance"--there is a big +order behind the junket, and Tom has gone home with him to talk it over. +The ridiculous thing about it is that I forget where he was going. Of +course I could telephone to the hotel and find out, but men don't like +telephoning wives--at least, my man doesn't. It makes it rather hard, +going on this trip without kissing Tom good-bye. I had half made up my +mind to throw the whole thing over, but Peggy is pretty young; she has a +long life before her; there is a good deal at stake. So Tom and I kissed +by electricity, and he said that it was all right, and to go ahead, and +the other absurd thing about that is that Tom didn't ask me for my +New York address, and I forgot to tell him. We are like two asteroids +spinning through space, neither knowing the other's route or +destination. In point of fact, I shall register at "The Sphinx," that +nice ladies' hotel where mere man is never admitted. + +I have always supposed that the Mrs. Chataway Aunt Elizabeth talks about +kept a boarding-house. I think Aunt Elizabeth rolls in upon her like a +spent wave between visits. I have no doubt that I shall be able to trace +Aunt Elizabeth by her weeds upon this beach. After that the rest is +easy. I must leave my address for Tom pinned up somewhere. Matilda's +mind wouldn't hold it if I stuck it through her brain with a hat-pin. I +think I will glue it to his library table, and I'll do it this minute to +make sure.... I have directed Matilda to give him chicken croquettes for +his luncheon, and I have written out the menu for every meal till I get +home. Poor Tom! He isn't used to eating alone. I wish I thought he would +mind it as much as I do. + + +Eleven o'clock.--I am obsessed with an idea, and I have yielded to it; +whether for good or ill, for wisdom or folly, remains to be proved. I +have telephoned Dr. Denbigh and suggested to him that he should go to +New York, too. Considered in any light but that of Peggy's welfare--But +I am not considering anything in any light but that of Peggy's welfare. +Dr. Denbigh used to have a little tendresse for Peggy--it was never +anything more, I am convinced. She is too young for him. A doctor sees +so many women; he grows critical, if not captious. Character goes for +more with him than with most men; looks go for less; and poor little +Peggy--who can deny?--up to this point in her development is chiefly +looks. + +I intimated to the doctor that my errand to New York was of an important +nature: that it concerned my younger sister; that my husband was, +unfortunately, out of town, and that I needed masculine advice. I am not +in the habit of flattering the doctor, and he swallowed this delicate +bait, as I thought he would. When I asked him if he didn't think he +needed a little vacation, if he didn't think he could get the old doctor +from Southwest Eastridge to take his practice for two days, he said he +didn't know but he could. The grippe epidemic had gone down, nothing +more strenuous than a few cases of measles stood in the way; in fact, +Eastridge at the present time, he averred, was lamentably healthy. +When he had committed himself so far as this, he hesitated, and very +seriously said: + +"Mrs. Price, you have never asked me to do a foolish thing, and I have +known you for a good many years. It is too late to come over and talk it +out with you. If you assure me that you consider your object in making +this request important I will go. We won't waste words about it. What +train do you take?" + + +I am not a person of divination or intuition. I think I have rather a +commonplace, careful, painstaking mind. But if ever I had an inspiration +in my life I think I have one now. Perhaps it is the novelty of it that +makes me confide in it with so little reflection. My inspiration, in a +word, is this: + +Aunt Elizabeth has reached the point where she is ready for a new man. I +know I don't understand her kind of woman by experience. I don't suppose +I do by sympathy. I have to reason her out. + +I have reasoned Aunt Elizabeth out to this conclusion: She always has +had, she always must have, she always will have, the admiration of some +man or men to engross her attention. She is an attractive woman; she +knows it; women admit it; and men feel it. I don't think Aunt Elizabeth +is a heartless person; not an irresponsible one, only an idle and +unhappy one. She lives on this intoxicant as other women might live on +tea or gossip, as a man would take his dram or his tobacco. She drinks +this wine because she is thirsty, and the plain, cool, spring-water of +life has grown stale to her. It is corked up in bottles like the water +sold in towns where the drinking-supply is low. It has ceased to be +palatable to her. + +My interpretation is, that there is no man on her horizon just now +except Harry Goward, and I won't do her the injustice to believe that +she wouldn't be thankful to be rid of him just for her own sake; to say +nothing of Peggy's. + +Aunt Elizabeth, I repeat, needs a new man. If Dr. Denbigh is willing to +fill this role for a few days (of course I must be perfectly frank with +him about it) the effect upon Harry Goward will be instantaneous. His +disillusion will be complete; his return to Peggy in a state of abject +humiliation will be assured. I mean, assuming that the fellow is capable +of manly feeling, and that Peggy has aroused it. That, of course, +remains for me to find out. + +How I am to fish Harry Goward out of the ocean of New York city doesn't +trouble me in the least. Given Aunt Elizabeth, he will complete the +equation. If Mrs. Chataway should fail me--But I won't suppose that Mrs. +Chataway will fail. I must be sure and explain to Tom about Dr. Denbigh. + + +"The Sphinx," New York, 10 P.M.--I arrived--that is to say, we arrived +in this town at ten minutes past one o'clock, almost ten hours ago. Dr. +Denbigh has gone somewhere--and that reminds me that I forgot to ask him +where. I never thought of it until this minute, but it has just occurred +to me that it may be quite as well from an ignorant point of view that +"The Sphinx" excludes mere man from its portals. + +He was good to me on the train, very good indeed. I can't deny that he +flushed a little when I told him frankly what I wanted of him. At first +I thought that he was going to be angry. Then I saw the corners of his +mustache twitch. Then our sense of humor got the better of us, and then +I laughed, and then he laughed, and I felt that the crisis was passed. +I explained to him while we were in the Pullman car, as well as I could +without being overheard by a fat lady with three chins, and a girl with +a permit for a pet poodle, what it was that I wanted of him. I related +the story of Peggy's misfortune--in confidence, of course; and explained +the part he was expected to play--confidentially, of course; in fact, I +laid my plot before him from beginning to end. + +"If the boy doesn't love her, you see," I suggested, "the sooner we +know it the better. She must break it off, if her heart is broken in the +process. If he does love her--my private opinion is he thinks he does--I +won't have Peggy's whole future wrecked by one of Aunt Elizabeth's +flirtations. The reef is too small for the catastrophe. I shall find +Aunt Elizabeth. Oh yes, I shall find Aunt Elizabeth! I have no more +doubt of that than I have that Matilda is putting too much onion in the +croquettes for Tom this blessed minute. If I find her I shall find the +boy; but what good is that going to do me, if I find either of them or +both of them, if we can't disillusionize the boy?" + +"In a word," interrupted the doctor, rather tartly, "all you want of me +is to walk across the troubled stage--" + +"For Peggy's sake," I observed. + +"Of course, yes, for Peggy's sake. I am to walk across this fantastic +stage in the inglorious capacity of a philanderer." + +"That is precisely it," I admitted. "I want you to philander with Aunt +Elizabeth for two days, one day; two hours, one hour; just long enough, +only long enough to bring that fool boy to his senses." + +"If I had suspected the nature of the purpose I am to serve in this +complication"--began the doctor, without a smile. "I trusted your +judgment, Mrs. Price, and good sense--I have never known either to fail +before. However," he added, manfully, "I am in for it now, and I would +do more disagreeable things than this for Peggy's sake. But perhaps," he +suggested, grimly, "we sha'n't find either of them." + +He retired from the subject obviously, if gracefully, and began to play +with the poodle that had the Pullman permit. I happen to know that if +there is any species of dog the doctor does not love it is a poodle, +with or without a permit. The lady with three chins asked me if my +husband were fond of dogs--I think she said, so fond as THAT. She +glanced at the girl whom the poodle owned. + +I don't know why it should be a surprise to me, but it was; that the +chin lady and the poodle girl have both registered at "The Sphinx." + +Directly after luncheon, for I could not afford to lose a minute, I went +to Mrs. Chataway's; the agreement being that the doctor should follow me +in an absent-minded way a little later. But there was a blockade on +the way, and I wasn't on time. What I took to be Mrs. Chataway herself +admitted me with undisguised hesitation. + +Miss Talbert, she said, was not at home; that is--no, she was not home. +She explained that a great many people had been asking for Miss Talbert; +there were two in the parlor now. + +When I demanded, "Two what?" she replied, in a breathless tone, "Two +gentlemen," and ushered me into that old-fashioned architectural effort +known to early New York as a front and back parlor. + +One of the gentlemen, as I expected, proved to be Dr. Denbigh. The other +was flatly and unmistakably Charles Edward. The doctor offered to excuse +himself, but I took Charles Edward into the back parlor, and I made so +bold as to draw the folding-doors. I felt that the occasion justified +worse than this. + +The colloquy between myself and Charles Edward was brief and pointed. He +began by saying, "YOU here! What a mess!--" + +My conviction is that he saved himself just in time from Messymaria. + +"Have you found him?" I propounded. + +"No." + +"Haven't seen him?" + +"I didn't say I hadn't seen him." + +"What did he say?" I insisted. + +"Not very much. It was in the Park." + +"In the PARK? Not very MUCH? How could you let him go?" + +"I didn't let him go," drawled Charles Edward. "He invited me to dinner. +A man can't ask a fellow what his intentions are to a man's sister in +a park. I hadn't said very much up to that point; he did most of the +talking. I thought I would put it off till we got round to the cigars." + +"Then?" I cried, impatiently, "and then?" + +"You see," reluctantly admitted Charles Edward, "there wasn't any then. +I didn't dine with him, after all. I couldn't find it--" + +"Couldn't find what?" + +"Couldn't find the hotel," said Charles Edward, defiantly. "I lost the +address. Couldn't even say that it was a hotel. I believe it was a club. +He seems to be a sort of a swell--for a coeducational professor--anyhow, +I lost the address; and that is the long and short of it." + +"If it had been a studio or a Bohemian cafe--" I began. + +"I should undoubtedly have remembered it," admitted Charles Edward, in +his languid way. + +"You have lost him," I replied, frostily. "You have lost Harry Goward, +and you come here--" + +"On the same errand, I presume, my distressed and distressing sister, +that has brought you. Have you seen her?" he demanded, with sudden, +uncharacteristic shrewdness. + +At this moment a portiere opened at the side of my back parlor, and Mrs. +Chataway, voluminously appearing, mysteriously beckoned me. I followed +her into the dreariest hall I think I ever saw even in a New York +boarding-house. There the landlady frankly told me that Miss Talbert +wasn't out. She was in her room packing to make one of her visits. Miss +Talbert had given orders that she was to be denied to gentlemen friends. + +No, she never said anything about ladies. (This I thought highly +probable.) But if I were anything to her and chose to take the +responsibility--I chose and I did. In five minutes I was in Aunt +Elizabeth's room, and had turned the key upon an interview which was +briefer but more startling than I could possibly have anticipated. + +Elizabeth Talbert is one of those women whose attraction increases with +the negligee or the deshabille. She was so pretty in her pink kimono +that she half disarmed me. She had been crying, and had a gentle look. + +When I said, "Where is he?" and when she said, "If you mean Harry +Goward--I don't know," I was prepared to believe her without evidence. +She looked too pretty to doubt. Besides, I cannot say that I have ever +caught Aunt Elizabeth in a real fib. She may be a "charmian," but I +don't think she is a liar. Yet I pushed my case severely. + +"If you and he hadn't taken that 5.40 train to New York--" + +"We didn't take the 5.40 train," retorted Elizabeth Talbert, hotly. "It +took us. You don't suppose--but I suppose you do, and I suppose I know +what the whole family supposes--As if I would do such a dastardly!--As +if I didn't clear out on purpose to get away from him--to get out of the +whole mix--As if I knew that young one would be aboard that train!" + +"But he was aboard. You admit that." + +"Oh yes, he got aboard." + +"Made a pleasant travelling companion, Auntie?" + +"I don't know," said Aunt Elizabeth, shortly. "I didn't have ten words +with him. I told him he had put me in a position I should never forgive. +Then he told me I had put him in a worse. We quarrelled, and he went +into the smoker. At the Grand Central he checked my suitcase and lifted +his hat. He did ask if I were going to Mrs. Chataway's. I have never +seen him since." + +"Aunt Elizabeth," I said, sadly, "I am younger than you--" + +"Not so very much!" retorted Aunt Elizabeth. + +"--and I must speak to you with the respect due my father's sister when +I say that the nobility of your conduct on this occasion--a nobility +which you will pardon me for suggesting that I didn't altogether count +on--is likely to prove the catastrophe of the situation." + +Aunt Elizabeth stared at me with her wet, coquettish eyes. "You're +pretty hard on me, Maria," she said; "you always were." + +"Hurry and dress," I suggested, soothingly; "there are two gentlemen to +see you downstairs." + +Aunt Elizabeth shook her head. She asserted with evident sincerity +that she didn't wish to see any gentlemen; she didn't care to see any +gentlemen under any circumstances; she never meant to have anything to +do with gentlemen again. She said something about becoming a deaconess +in the Episcopal Church; she spoke of the attractions in the life of a +trained nurse; mentioned settlement work; and asked me what I thought of +Elizabeth Frye, Dorothea Dix, and Clara Barton. + +"This is one advantage that Catholics have over us," she observed, +dreamily: "one could go into a nunnery; then one would be quite sure +there would be no men to let loose the consequences of their natures and +conduct upon a woman's whole existence." + +"These two downstairs have waited a good while," I returned, carelessly. +"One of them is a married man and is used to it. But the other is not." + +"Very well," said Aunt Elizabeth, with what (it occurred to me) was a +smile of forced dejection. "To please you, Maria, I will go down." + + +If Aunt Elizabeth's dejection were assumed, mine was not. I have been +in the lowest possible spirits since my unlucky discovery. Anything +and everything had occurred to me except that she and that boy could +quarrel. I had fancied him shadowing Mrs. Chataway for the slightest +sign of his charmer. I don't know that I should have been surprised to +see him curled up, like a dog, asleep on the door-steps. At the present +moment I have no more means of finding the wetched lad than I had +in Eastridge; not so much, for doubtless Peggy has his prehistoric +addresses. I am very unhappy. I have not had the heart left in me +to admire Dr. Denbigh, who has filled his role brilliantly all the +afternoon. In half an hour he and Aunt Elizabeth had philandered as deep +as a six months' flirtation; and I must say that they have kept at it +with an art amounting almost to sincerity. Aunt Elizabeth did not once +mention settlement work, and put no inquiries to Dr. Denbigh about +Elizabeth Frye, Dorothea Dix, or Clara Barton. + +I think he took her to the Metropolitan Museum; I know he invited her +to the theatre; and there is some sort of an appointment for to-morrow +morning, I forget what. But my marked success at this end of the stage +only adds poignancy to my sense of defeat at the other. + +I am very homesick. I wish I could see Tom. I do hope Tom found my +message about Dr. Denbigh. + + +Twenty-four hours later.--The breeze of yesterday has spun into a +whirlwind to-day. I am half stunned by the possibilities of human +existence. One lives the simple life at Eastridge; and New York strikes +me on the head like some heavy thing blown down. If these are the +results of the very little love-affair of one very little girl--what +must the great emotion, the real experience, the vigorous crisis, bring? + +At "The Sphinx," as is well known, no male being is admitted on any +pretence. I believe the porter (for heavy trunks) is the only +exception. The bell-boys are bell-girls. The clerk is a matron, and the +proprietress a widow in half-mourning. + +At nine o'clock this morning I was peremptorily summoned out of the +breakfast-room and ordered to the desk. Two frowning faces received +me. With cold politeness I was reminded of the leading clause in the +constitution of that house. + +"Positively," observed the clerk, "no gentlemen callers are permitted at +this hotel, and, madam, there are two on the door-steps who insist upon +an interview with you; they have been there half an hour. One of them +refuses to recognize the rule of the house. He insists upon an immediate +suspension of it. I regret to tell you that he went so far as to mention +that he would have a conversation with you if it took a search-warrant +to get it." + +"He says," interrupted the proprietress in half-mourning, "that he is +your husband." + +She spoke quite distinctly, and as these dreadful words re-echoed +through the lobby, I saw that two ladies had come out from the +reception-room and were drinking the scene down. One of these was the +fat lady with the three chins; the other was the poodle girl. She held +him, at that unpleasant moment, by a lavender ribbon leash. It seems she +gets a permit for him everywhere. + +And he is the wrong sex, I am sure, to obtain any privileges at "The +Sphinx." + +The mosaic of that beautiful lobby did not open and swallow me down as +I tottered across it to the vestibule. A strapping door-girl guarded +the entrance. Grouped upon the long flight of marble steps two men +impatiently awaited me. The one with the twitching mustache was Dr. +Denbigh. But he, oh, he with the lightning in his eyes, he was my +husband, Thomas Price. + +"Maria," he began, with ominous composure, "if you have any explanations +to offer of these extraordinary circumstances--" Then the torrent burst +forth. Every expletive familiar to the wives of good North-American +husbands broke from Tom's unleashed lips. "I didn't hear of it till +afternoon. I took the midnight express. Billy told Matilda he saw you +get aboard the 7.20 train It's all over Eastridge. We have been married +thirteen years, Maria, and I have always had occasion to trust your +judgment and good sense till now." + +"That is precisely what I told her," ventured Dr. Denbigh. + +"As for you, sir!" Tom Price turned, towering. "It is fortunate for YOU +that I find my wife in this darned shebang.--Any female policeman behind +that door-girl? Doctor? Why, Doctor! Say, DOCTOR! Dr. Denbigh! What in +thunder are you laughing at?" + +The doctor's sense of humor (a quality for which I must admit my dear +husband is not so distinguished as he is for some more important traits) +had got the better of him. He put his hands in his pockets, threw +back his handsome head, and then and there, in that sacred feminine +vestibule, he laughed as no woman could laugh if she tried. + +In the teeth of the door-girl, the clerk, and the proprietress, in the +face of the chin lady and the poodle girl, I ran straight to Tom and put +my arms around his neck. At first I was afraid he was going to push me +off, but he thought better of it. Then I cried out upon him as a woman +will when she has had a good scare. "Oh, Tom! Tom! Tom! You dear old +precious Tom! I told you all about it. I wrote you a note about Dr. +Denbigh and--and everything. You don't mean to say you never found it?" + +"Where the deuce did you leave it?" demanded Thomas Price. + +"Why, I stuck it on your pin-cushion! I pinned it there. I pinned it +down with two safety-pins. I was very particular to." + +"PIN-CUSHION!" exploded Tom. "A message--an important message--to a +MAN--on a PIN-cushion!" + +Then, with that admirable self-possession which has been the secret of +Tom Price's success in life, he immediately recovered himself. "Next +time, Maria," he observed, with pitying gentleness, "pin it on the +hen-coop. Or, paste it on the haymow with the mucilage-brush. Or, fasten +it to the watering-trough in the square--anywhere I might run across +it.--Doctor! I beg your pardon, old fellow.--Now madam, if you are +allowed by law to get out of this blasted house I can't get into, I will +pay your bill, Maria, and take you to a respectable hotel. What's that +one we used to go to when we ran down to see Irving? I can't think---Oh +yes--'The Holy Family.'" + +"Don't be blasphemous, Price, whatever else you are!" admonished the +doctor. He was choking with laughter. + +"Perhaps it was 'The Whole Family,' Tom?" I suggested, meekly. + +"Come to think of it," admitted Tom, "it must have been 'The Happy +Family.' Get your things on, Mysie, and we'll get out of this inhuman +place." + +I held my head as high as I could when I came back through the lobby, +with a stout chambermaid carrying my suit-case. The clerk sniffed +audibly; the proprietress met me with a granite eye; the lady with the +three chins muttered something which I am convinced it would not have +added to my personal happiness to hear; but I thought the girl with the +lavender poodle watched me a little wistfully as I whirled away upon my +husband's big forgiving arm. + +The doctor, who had really laughed until he cried, followed, wiping his +merry eyes. These glistened when on the sidewalk directly opposite the +hotel entrance we met Elizabeth Talbert, who had arranged, but in the +agitation of the morning I had entirely forgotten it, to come to see me +at that very hour. + +So we fell into line, the doctor and Aunt Elizabeth, my husband and I, +on our way to take the cars for "The Happy Family," when suddenly Tom +clapped his hands to his pockets and announced that he had forgotten--he +must send a telegram. Coming away in such a hurry, he must telegraph to +the Works. Tom is an incurable telegrapher (I have long cherished the +conviction that he is the main support of the Western Union Telegraph +Company), and we all followed him to the nearest office where he could +get a wire. + +Some one was before him at the window, a person holding a hesitant +pencil above a yellow blank. I believe I am not without self-possession +myself, partly natural, and partly acquired by living so long with Tom; +but it took all I ever had not to utter a womanish cry when the young +man turned his face and I saw that it was Harry Goward. + +The boy's glance swept us all in. When it reached Aunt Elizabeth and Dr. +Denbigh he paled, whether with relief or regret I had my doubts at that +moment, and I have them still. An emotion of some species possessed him +so that he could not for the moment speak. Aunt Elizabeth was the first +to recover herself. + +"Ah?" she cooed. "What a happy accident! Mr. Goward, allow me to present +you to my friend Dr. Denbigh." + +The doctor bowed with a portentous gravity. It was almost the equal of +Harry's own. + +After this satisfactory incident everybody fell back instinctively and +gave the command of the expedition to me. The boy anxiously yielded +his place at the telegraph window to Tom; in fact, I took the pains to +notice that Harry's telegram was not sent, or was deferred to a more +convenient season. I invited him to run over to "The Happy Family" with +us, and we all fell into rank again on the sidewalk, the boy not without +embarrassment. Of this I made it my first duty to relieve him. We +chatted of the weather and the theatre and hotels. When we had walked +a short distance, we met Charles Edward dawdling along over to "The +Sphinx" (however reluctantly) to call upon his precious elder sister. So +we paired off naturally: Aunt Elizabeth and the doctor in front, Goward +and I behind them, and Tom and Charles Edward bringing up the rear. + +My heart dropped when I saw what a family party air we had. I felt it +to my finger-tips, and I could see that the lad writhed under it. +His expression changed from misery to mutiny. I should not have been +surprised if he had made one plunge into the roaring current of Broadway +and sunk from sight forever. The thing that troubled me most was +the poor taste of it: as if the whole family had congregated in the +metropolis to capture that unhappy boy. For the first time I began to +feel some sympathy for him. + +"Mr. Goward," I said, abruptly, in a voice too low even for Aunt +Elizabeth to hear, "nobody wishes to make you uncomfortable. We are not +here for any such purpose. I have something in my pocket to show you; +that is all. It will interest you, I am sure. As soon as we get to the +hotel, if you don't mind, I will tell you about it--or, in fact, will +give it to you. Count the rest out. They are not in the secret." + +"I feel like a convict arrested by plainclothes men," complained Harry, +glancing before and behind. + +"You won't," I said, "when you have talked to me five minutes." + +"Sha'n't I?" he asked, dully. He said nothing more, and we pursued our +way to the hotel in silence. Elizabeth Talbert and Dr. Denbigh talked +enough to make up for us. + +Aunt Elizabeth made herself so charming, so acutely charming, that I +heard the boy draw one quick, sharp breath. But his eyes followed her +more sullenly than tenderly, and when she clung to the doctor's arm upon +a muddy crossing the young man turned to me with a sad, whimsical smile. + +"It doesn't seem to make much difference--does it, Mrs. Price? She +treats us all alike." + +There is the prettiest little writing-room in "The Happy Family," all +blue and mahogany and quiet. This place was deserted, and thither I +betook myself with Harry Goward, and there he began as soon as we were +alone: + +"Well, what is it, Mrs. Price?" + +"Nothing but this," I said, gently enough. "I have taken it upon myself +to solve a mystery that has caused a good deal of confusion in our +family." + +Without warning I took the muddy letter from my pocket, and slid it +under his eyes upon the big blue blotter. + +"I don't wish to be intrusive or strenuous," I pleaded, "none of us +wishes to be that. Nobody is here to call you to account, Mr. Goward, +but you see this letter. It was received at our house in the condition +in which you find it. Would you be so kind as to supply the missing +address? That is all I want of you." + +The boy's complexion ran through the palette, and subsided from a +dull Indian-red to a sickly Nile-green. "Hasn't she ever read it?" he +demanded. + +"Nobody has ever read it," I said. "Naturally--since it is not +addressed. This letter went fishing with Billy." + +The young man took the letter and examined it in trembling silence. + +Perhaps if Fate ever broke him on her wheel it was at that moment. His +destiny was still in his own hands, and so was the letter. Unaddressed, +it was his personal property. He could retain it if he chose, and the +family mystery would darken into deeper gloom than ever. I felt my +comfortable, commonplace heart beat rapidly. + +Our silence had passed the point of discomfort, and was fast reaching +that of anguish, when the boy lifted his head manfully, dipped one of +"The Happy Family's" new pens into a stately ink-bottle, and rapidly +filled in the missing address upon the unfortunate letter. He handed it +to me without a word. My eyes blurred when I read: + +"Personal. Miss Peggy Talbert, Eastridge. (Kindness of Miss Alice +Talbert.)" + +"What shall I do with it?" I asked, controlling my agitation. + +"Deliver it to her, if you please, as quickly as possible. I thought of +everything else. I never thought of this." + +"Never thought of--" + +"That she might not have got it." + +"Now then, Mr. Goward," I ventured, still speaking very gently, "do you +mind telling me what you took that 5.40 train for?" + +"Why, because I didn't get an answer from the letter!" exclaimed Harry, +raising his voice for the first time. "A man doesn't write a letter such +as that more than once in a lifetime. It was a very important letter. +I told her everything. I explained everything. I felt I ought to have a +hearing. If she wanted to throw me over (I don't deny she had the right +to) I would rather she had taken some other way than--than to ignore +such a letter. I waited for an answer to that letter until quarter-past +five. I just caught the 5.40 train and went to my aunt's house, the +one--you know my uncle died the other day--I have been there ever since. +By-the-way, Mrs. Price, if anything else comes up, and if you have +any messages for me, I shall be greatly obliged if you will take my +address." + +He handed me his card with an up-town street and number, and I snapped +it into the inner pocket of my wallet. + +"Do you think," demanded Harry Goward, outright, "that she will ever +forgive me, REALLY forgive me?" + +"That is for you to find out," I answered, smiling comfortably; for I +could not possibly have Harry think that any of us--even an unpopular +elder sister--could be there to fling Peggy at the young man's head. +"That is between you and Peggy." + +"When shall you get home with that letter?" demanded Harry. + +"Ask my husband. At a guess, I should say tomorrow." + +"Perhaps I had better wait until she has read the letter," mused the +boy. "Don't you think so, Mrs. Price?" + +"I don't think anything about it. I will not take any responsibility +about it. I have got the letter officially addressed, and there my +errand ends." + +"You see, I want to do the best thing," urged Harry Goward. "And so much +has happened since I wrote that letter--and when you come to think that +she has never read it--" + +"I will mail it to her," I said, suddenly. "I will enclose it with a +line and get it off by special delivery this noon." + +"It might not reach her," suggested Harry, pessimistically. "Everything +seems to go wrong in this affair." + +"Would you prefer to send it yourself?" I asked. + +Harry Goward shook his head. + +"I would rather wait till she has read it. I feel, under the +circumstances, that I owe that to her." + +Now, at that critical moment, a wide figure darkened the entrance of the +writing-room, and, plumping down solidly at another table, spread out a +fat, ring-laden hand and began to write a laborious letter. It was the +lady with the three chins. But the girl with the poodle did not put +in an appearance. I learned afterward that the dog rule of "The Happy +Family" admitted of no permits. + +Harry Goward and I parted abruptly but pleasantly, and he earnestly +requested the privilege of being permitted to call upon me to-morrow +morning. + +I mailed the letter to Peggy by special delivery, and just now I asked +Tom if he didn't think it was wise. + +"I can tell you better, my dear, day after tomorrow," he replied. And +that was all I could get out of him. + + +"The Happy Family."--It is day after tomorrow, and Tom and I are going +to take the noon train home. Our purpose, or at least my purpose, +to this effect has been confirmed, if not created, by the following +circumstances: + +Yesterday, a few hours after I had parted from Harry Goward in the blue +writing-room of "The Happy Family," Tom received from father a telegram +which ran like this: + +"Off for Washington--that Gooch business. Shall take Peggy. Child needs +change. Will stop over from Colonial Express and lunch Happy Family. +Explicitly request no outsider present. Can't have appearance of false +position. Shall take her directly out of New York, after luncheon. Cyrus +Talbert." + +Torn between filial duty and sisterly affection, I sat twirling this +telegram between my troubled fingers. Tom had dashed it there and blown +off somewhere, leaving me, as he usually does, to make my own decisions. +Should I tell Harry? Should I not tell Harry? Was it my right? Was it +not his due? I vibrated between these inexorable questions, but, like +the pendulum I was, I struck no answer anywhere. I had half made up my +mind to let matters take their own course. If Goward should happen to +call on me when Peggy, flying through New York beneath her father's +stalwart wing, alighted for the instant at "The Happy Family"--was I to +blame? Could _I_ be held responsible? It struck me that I could not. On +the other hand, father could not be more determined than I that Peggy +should not be put into the apparent position of pursuing an irresolute, +however repentant, lover.... I was still debating the question as +conscientiously and philosophically as I knew how, when the bell-boy +brought me a note despatched by a district messenger, and therefore +constitutionally delayed upon the way. + +The letter was from my little sister's fiance, and briefly said: + +"My dear Mrs. Price,--I cannot tell you how I thank you for your +sisterly sympathy and womanly good sense. You have cleared away a lot +of fog out of my mind. I don't feel that I can wait an unnecessary hour +before I see Peggy. I should like to be with her as soon as the letter +is. If you will allow me to postpone my appointment with yourself, I +shall start for Eastridge by the first train I can catch to-day. + + "Gratefully yours, + + "Henry T. Goward." + + + + +IX. THE MOTHER, by Edith Wyatt + +I am sure that I shall surprise no mother of a large family when I say +that this hour is the first one I have spent alone for thirty years. I +count it, alone. For while I am driving back in the runabout along the +six miles of leafy road between the hospital and Eastridge with mother +beside me, she is sound asleep under the protection of her little hinged +black sunshade, still held upright. She will sleep until we are at home; +and, after our anxious morning at the hospital, I am most grateful to +the fortune sending me this lucid interval, not only for thinking over +what has occurred in the last three days, but also for trying to focus +clearly for myself what has happened in the last week, since Elizabeth +went on the 5.40 to New York; since Charles followed Elizabeth; since +Maria, under Dr. Denbigh's mysteriously required escort, followed +Charles; since Tom followed Maria; and since Cyrus, with my dear girl, +followed Tom. + +On the warm afternoon before Elizabeth left, as I walked past her open +door, with Lena, and carrying an egg-nog to Peggy, I could not avoid +hearing down the whole length of the hall a conversation carried on in +clear, absorbed tones, between my sister and Alice. + +"Did I understand you to say," said Elizabeth, in an assumption of +indifference too elaborate, I think, to deceive even her niece, "that +this Mr. Wilde you mention is now living in New York?" + +"Oh yes. He conducts all the art-classes at the Crafts Settlement. He +encouraged Lorraine's sisters in their wonderful work. I would love to +go into it myself." + +Lorraine's sisters and her circle once entertained me at tea in their +establishment when I visited Charles before his marriage, in New York. +They are extremely kind young women, ladies in every respect, who have a +workshop called "At the Sign of the Three-legged Stool." They seem to be +carpenters, as nearly as I can tell. They wear fillets and bright, loose +clothes; and they make very rough-hewn burnt-wood footstools and odd +settees with pieces of glass set about in them. It is all very puzzling. +When Charles showed me a candlestick one of the young ladies had made, +and talked to me about the decoration and the line, I could see that +it was very gracefully designed and nicely put together. But when he +noticed that in the wish to be perfectly open-minded to his point of +view I was looking very attentively at a queer, uneven wrought-iron +brooch with two little pendant polished granite rocks, he only laughed +and put his hand on my shawl a minute and brought me more tea. + +So that I could understand something of what Alice was mentioning as she +went on: "You know Lorraine says that, though not the most PROMINENT, +Lyman Wilde is the most RADICAL and TEMPERAMENTAL leader in the great +handicraft development in this country. Even most of the persons in +favor of it consider that he goes too far. She says, for instance, he is +so opposed to machines of all sorts that he thinks it would be better to +abolish printing and return to script. He has started what they call a +little movement of the kind now, and is training two young scriveners." + +Elizabeth was shaking her head reflectively as I passed the door, and +saying: "Ah--no compromise. And always, ALWAYS the love of beauty." And +I heard her advising Alice never, never to be one of the foolish women +and men who hurt themselves by dreaming of beauty or happiness in their +narrow little lives; repeating sagely that this dream was even worse for +the women than for the men; and asked whether Alice supposed the Crafts +Settlement address wouldn't probably be in the New York telephone-book. +Alice seemed to be spending a very gratifying afternoon. + +My sister Elizabeth's strongest instinct from her early youth has been +the passion inspiring the famous Captain Parklebury Todd, so often +quoted by Alice and Billy: "I do not think I ever knew a character so +given to creating a sensation. Or p'r'aps I should in justice say, +to what, in an Adelphi play, is known as situation." Never has she +gratified her taste in this respect more fully than she did--as I +believe quite accidentally and on the inspiration of these words with +Alice--in taking the evening train to New York with Mr. Goward. + +Twenty or thirty people at the station saw them starting away together, +each attempting to avoid recognition, each in the pretence of avoiding +the other, each with excited manners. So that, as both Peggy and +Elizabeth have been born and brought up here; as, during Mr. Goward's +conspicuous absence and silence, during Peggy's illness, and all our +trying uncertainties and hers, in the last weeks, my sister had widely +flung to town talk many tacit insinuations concerning the character of +Mr. Goward's interest in herself; as none of the twenty or thirty +people were mute beyond their kind; and as Elizabeth's nature has never +inspired high neighborly confidence--before night a rumor had spread +like the wind that Margaret Talbert's lover had eloped with her aunt. + +Billy heard the other children talking of this news and hushing +themselves when he came up. Tom learned of the occurrence by a +telephone, and, after supper, told Cyrus and myself; Maria was informed +of it by telephone through an old friend who thought Maria should know +of what every one was saying. Lorraine, walking to the office to meet +Charles, was overtaken on the street by Mrs. Temple, greatly concerned +for us and for Peggy, and learned the strange story from our sympathetic +neighbor, to repeat it to Charles. At ten o'clock there was only one +person in the house, perhaps in Eastridge, who was ignorant of our +daughter's singular fortune. That person was our dear girl herself. + +Since my own intelligence of the report I had not left her alone with +anybody else for a moment; and now I was standing in the hall watching +her start safely up-stairs, when to our surprise the front-door latch +clicked suddenly; she turned on the stairs; the door opened, and we both +faced Charles. From the first still glances he and I gave each other he +knew she hadn't heard. Then he said quietly that he had wished to see +Peggy for a moment before she went to sleep. He bade me a very confiding +and responsible good-night, and went out with her to the garden where +they used to play constantly together when they were children. + +Up-stairs, unable to lie down till she came back, I put on a little +cambric sack and sat by the window waiting till I should hear her foot +on the stairs again. "Charles is telling her," I said to Cyrus. He was +walking up and down the room, dumb with impatience and disgust, too +pained for Peggy, too tried by his own helplessness to rest or even +to sit still. In a way it has all been harder for him than for any one +else. His impulses are stronger and deeper than my dear girl's, and far +less cool. She is very especially precious to him; and, whether because +she looks so like him, or because he thinks her ways like my own, her +youth and her fortune have always been at once a more anxious and a more +lovely concern with him than any one else's on earth. She is, somehow, +our future to him. + +While we waited here in this anxiety up-stairs, down in the garden I +could hear not the words, but the tones of our children as they spoke +together. Charles's voice sounded first for a long time, with an air +of calmness and directness; and Peggy answered him at intervals of +listening, answered apparently less with surprise at what he told her +than in a quiet acceptance, with a little throb of control, and then in +accord with him. Then it was as though they were planning together. + +In the still village night their voices sounded very tranquil; after +a little while, even buoyant. Peggy laughed once or twice. Little by +little a breath of relief blew over both her father's solicitude and +mine. It was partly from the coolness and freshness of the out-door air, +and the half-unconscious sense it often brings, that beyond whatever +care is close beside you at the instant there is--and especially for +the young--so much else in all creation. Then, for me, there was a deep +comfort in the knowledge that in this time of need my children had each +other; that they could speak so together, in an intimate sympathy, and +were, not only superficially in name, but really and beautifully, a +brother and sister. + +At last, as they parted at the gate, Charles said, in a spirited, +downright tone: "Stick to that, cling to it, make it your answer to +everything. It's all you now know and all you need to know, and you'll +be as firm on it as on a rock." + +The lamplight from the street filtering through the elm leaves glimmered +on Peggy's bright hair as she looked up at him. Her eyelashes were wet, +but she was laughing as she said: "But, of course, I HAVE to cling to +it. It's the truth. Good-night! Good-night!" And her step on the stairs +was light and even skipping. + +On the next morning, when I knocked at her door to find whether she +would rather breakfast up-stairs, I saw at once she had slept. She stood +before the mirror fastening her belt ribbon, and looking so lovely it +seemed impossible misfortune should ever touch her. + +"Why, mother dear, you aren't dressed for the library-board meeting! +Isn't that this morning?" + +"Yes." + +She looked at me with her little, sweet, quick smile, and we sat down +for a moment on her couch together, each with a sense that neither would +say one word too sharply pressing. + +"Dear mother, why NOT go to the board meeting? You don't need to protect +me so. You CAN'T protect me every minute. You see, of course, last night +Charles--told me of what everybody thinks." Her voice throbbed again. +She stopped for a minute. "But for weeks and weeks I had felt something +like this coming toward me. And now that it's come," she went on, +bravely, "we can only just do as we always have done--and not make any +difference--can we?" + +"Except that I feel I must be here, because we can't know from minute to +minute what may come up." + +"You feel you can't leave me, mother. But you can. I want to see whoever +comes, just as usual. I'd have to at some time, you know, at any rate. +And I mean to do it now--until I go away out of Eastridge. Charles is +going to arrange that so very wonderfully. He has gone to New York now +to see about it." + +"He has, my dear?" I said, in some surprise. + +"Yes. And, mother, about--about what's over," she whispered. + +"Yes." + +"Oh, just--just it couldn't all have happened in this way if"--she spoke +in quite a clear, soft voice, looking straight into my eyes, with one of +her quick turns--"he were a real MAN--anybody I could think of as being +my husband. It was just that I didn't truly know him. That was all." + +We held each other's hands fast for one moment of perfect understanding +before we rose. + +"Then I'll go, dear, this morning, just as you like," I said. She came +into my room and fastened my cuff-pins for me. "Why, mother, I don't +believe you and your little duchesse cuffs and your little, fine, gold +watch-chain have ever been away from the chair of the library committee +at a board meeting for twenty years! Just think what a sensation you +were going to make if I hadn't interfered! There, how nice you look!" + +The weather was so inclement during my absence that I felt quite secure +concerning all intrusion for her. At noon the storm rose high, with +a close-timed thunder and lightning; the Episcopal church spire was +struck; two trees were blown over in the square; and, instead of +ordering Dan and the horses out in this tumult, I dined with a board +member living next the library, and drove home at three o'clock when the +violence of the gale had abated. + +The house was perfectly still when I reached it. The children were at +school; Cyrus, at the factory; mother, napping, with her door closed. In +her own room up-stairs, in the middle of the house, Peggy sat alone, in +a loose wrapper, with her hair flying over her shoulders. An open book +lay unnoticed in her lap. Her face was white and tear-stained, and her +eyes looked wild and ill. + +As her glance fell on me I saw her need of me, and hurried in to close +the door. "Oh, mother; mother!" she moaned. "Such a morning! It's all +come back--all I fought against--all I was conquering. What does it +mean? What does it mean?" + +"What has happened? Who has been here?" + +"Maria--sneering at Charles's ideas, asking me questions, petting me +and pitying me and making a baby of me, until I broke down at last +and wanted all the things she wanted to have done, and let her kiss me +good-bye for her kindness in doing them--" + +In a passion of tears she walked up and down, up and down the room, as +her father does, except with that quick, nervous grace she always has, +and in a painful, sobbing excitement. + +Every sense I had was for an instant's passage fused in one clear, +concentrated anger against a sister who could play so ruthlessly upon +my poor child's woman pulses and emotions, so disarm her of her +self-control and right free spirit. + +"Why did she come?" I said, at last, with the best calmness I could +muster. Peggy stood still for a moment, startled by a coldness in my +voice I couldn't alter. + +"She came to find out about things for herself. Then when she did find +out about Charles's way of helping us she simply hated it--and she sent +me after--after the letter you had. I got it from your desk, and Maria +took it to find out its real address." + +At that she sank again in a chair, and buried her face in her hands, +hardly knowing what she was saying. "Oh, what shall I do? What shall I +do?" she repeated, softly and wildly. "Yesterday I could behave so well +by what I knew was true about him. Then, when Maria came and spoke +as though I was three years old, and hadn't any understanding nor any +dignity of my own, and the best thing for any girl, at any rate, were to +cling to the man she loved as though she were his mother and he were her +dear, erring child" (she began to laugh a little), "the feebler he were +the more credit to her for her devotion--then I couldn't go on by what I +knew was true about him--only back, back again to all my--old mistake." +She was laughing and crying now with little, quick gasps, in a sheer +hysteria which no doubt would have given her sister entire satisfaction +as a manifesto of her normal womanliness. + +I brought her a glass of water, and, trying to conceal my own distress +for her as well as I could, sat down, silently, near her. Gradually +she grew quieter, until the room was so still that we could hear the +raindrops from the eaves plash down outside. Peggy pushed back her cloud +of bright hair and fastened it in the nape of her neck. At last she +said, with conviction: "Mother, Maria didn't say these things, but I +know she thinks them for me, thinks that a woman's love is just all +forgiveness and indulgence. By that she could--she did work on my +nerves. But"--and her gray eyes glanced so beautifully and so darkly +with a girl's fine, straight, native, healthy spirit as she said it--"I +COULDN'T marry any man but one that I admired." + +"I'm sure you couldn't," I said, firmly. "And, my dear child, I +must confess I fail to understand why your sister should wish so +patronizingly for you a fortune she would never have accepted for +herself. How can she possibly like for you such a mawkish and a morbid +thing as the prospect of a marriage with a man in whom neither you nor +any other person feels the presence of one single absolute and manly +quality?" + +"Why, mother, I have never heard you speak so strongly before--" + +At that moment Lena came searching through the hall, and knocking at the +door of my room, next Peggy's, to announce Lorraine. The kind-hearted +girl was with us constantly, and of the greatest unobtrusive solace to +Peggy in those three days after our travellers had all gone, one after +the other, like the fairy-tale family, at the chance word of Clever +Alice. + +It was on the fifth morning afterward, as I was sitting on the piazza +hemming an organdie ruffle for my big little girl--she does shoot up so +fast--that I heard on the gravel Charles's footstep. + +For some time after his arrival, as he sat, with his hat thrown off, +talking lightly of his New York sojourn, I was so completely glad to see +him, and to see him looking so well and in such buoyant spirits, that I +could think of nothing else until he mentioned taking tea "At the +Sign of the Three-legged Stool" with Lorraine's sisters, with Lyman +Wilde--and with Aunt Elizabeth. + +My work dropped out of my hands. + +He laughed. "Yes. Dear mother, since you never have seen him, I don't +know that I can hope to convey any right conception of Wilde's truly +remarkable character. He is, to begin with, the best of men. Picture, if +you can, a nature with a soul completely beautiful and selfless, and a +nervous surface quite as pachydermatous and indiscriminating as that +of an ox. Wilde accepts everybody's estimate of himself. Not only the +quality of his mercy, but also of his admiration, is quite unstrained. +So that he sees the friend of his youth not at all as I or any humanized +perception at the Crafts Settlement would see her, but quite as she +sees herself, as a fascinating, gifted, capricious woman of the +world, beating the wings of her thwarted love of beauty against cruel +circumstance. I noticed his attitude as soon as I mentioned to him +that Lorraine had by chance discovered that he and my aunt were old +acquaintances. He said that he would be very much interested in seeing +her again. As he happened at the moment to be looking over a packet +of postals announcing his series of talks on 'Script,' he asked me her +address, called his stenographer, and had it added to his mailing-list. +But before the postal reached her she had called him up to tell him she +had lately heard of his work and of him for the first time after all +these years, through Lorraine, and to ask him to come to see her. +His call, I am sure, they spent in a rich mutual misunderstanding as +thoroughly satisfactory to both as any one could wish. For, as I say, on +my last visit in the Crafts neighborhood she was taking tea with all of +them and Dr. Denbigh." + +"Dr. Denbigh!" I repeated, in surprise. "Oh, Charles, are any of them +not well?" + +"No, no. I think he's been in New York"--he gave a groan--"on account +of some delicate finesse on Maria's part, some incomprehensible plan of +hers for bringing Goward back here. The worst of it is that, like all +her plans, I believe it's going to be perfectly successful." + +"What do you mean?" I asked, in consternation. + +"From every natural portent, I think that horrid infant in arms was, +when I left New York, about to cast his handkerchief or rattle toward +Peggy again. I'm morally certain that he and all his odious emotional +disturbances will be presenting themselves for her consideration in +Eastridge before long; and, since they strike me as quite too odious for +the nicest girl in the world, I hope, before they reach here, she'll be +far away--absolutely out of reach." + +"I hope so, too." But as I said it, for the first time there came around +me, like a blank, rising mist, the prospect of a journey farther and a +longer separation than any I had before imagined between us. + +"I knew you'd think so. That was, partly, why I acted as I did, for her, +dear mother"--he leaned forward a little toward me and took up one end +of the ruffle I was stitching again to cover my excitement--"and for +Lorraine and for me, in engaging our passage abroad." + +He seemed not to expect me to speak at once, but after a little quiet +pause, while we both sat thinking, went on, with great gentleness: "You +know it's about our only way of really protecting her from any annoyance +here, even that of thoughts of her own she doesn't like. There will be +so very wonderfully much for her to see, and I believe she'll enjoy it. +One of Lorraine's younger sisters is coming to be with us, perhaps, for +a while in Switzerland--and the Elliots--animal sculptors. You remember +them, don't you, and Arlington--studying decorative design that winter +when you were in New York? They'll be abroad this summer. I believe +we'll all have a very charming, care-free time walking and sketching and +working--a time really so much more charming for a lovely and sensible +young woman than sitting in a talking town subject to the incursions of +a lover she doesn't truly like." He stopped a moment before he added, +sincerely: "Then--it isn't simply for her that this way would be better, +mother, but for me, for every one." + +"For you and for every one?" I managed to make myself ask with +tranquillity. + +"Yes. Why wouldn't this relieve immensely all the sufferers from my +commercial career at the factory? Don't you think that's somewhat +unjust, not simply to Maria's and Tom's requirements for the family +standing and fortunes"--he laughed a moment--"but to father's need there +of a right-hand business man?" That was his way of putting it. "For a +long time," he pursued, more earnestly than I've ever heard him speak +before in his life, "I've been planning, mother, to go away to study and +to sketch. I'm doing nothing here. Maybe what I would do away from +here might not seem to you so wonderful. But it would have one +dignity--whatever else it were or were not, it would be my own." + +Perhaps it may seem strange, but in those few words and instants, when +my son spoke so simply and sincerely of his own work, I felt, more than +in his actual wedding with his wife, the cleaving pang of a marriage for +him. At the same time I was stricken beyond all possible speech by my +rising consciousness of the injustice of his sense of failure here in +his own father's house, in my house. How weakly I had been lost in the +thousand little anxieties and preoccupations of my every-day, to let +myself be unwittingly engulfed in his older sister's strange, blank +prejudice, to lose my own true understanding of the rights and the +happiness of one of the children--I can think it, all unspoken and in +silence--somehow most my own. + +It seemed as though my heartstrings tightened. Everything blurred +before me. I never in my life have tried so hard before to hold my +soul absolutely still to see quite clearly, as though none of this +were happening to myself, what would be best for my boy's future, +for Peggy's, for their whole lives. It was in the midst of these +close-pressing thoughts that I heard him saying: "So that perhaps this +would truly be the right way for every one." Only too inevitably I +knew his words were true; and now I could force myself at last to say, +quietly: "Why--yes--if that would make you happier, Charles." He rose +and came up to my chair then so beautifully, and moved it to a shadier +place, as Peggy, catching sight of him from the garden, ran up with a +cry of surprise to meet him, to talk about it all. + +I scarcely know whether her father's consciousness of the coming +separation for me, or my consciousness of the coming separation for him, +made things harder or easier for both of us. Cyrus was obliged to make a +business trip to Washington on the next day, and it was decided that as +Peggy especially wished to be with him now before her long absence, she +should accompany him in the morning. + +On the midnight before we were all startled from sleep by the clang +of the door-bell. Good little Billy, always hoping for excitement, and +besides extremely sweet in doing errands, answered it. The rest of us +absurdly assembled in kimonos and bathrobes at the head of the stairs, +dreading we scarcely knew what, for the members of the family not in the +house. Within a few minutes Billy dashed up-stairs again, considerately +holding high, so that we all could see it, a special-delivery letter, +the very same illegible, bleared envelope which had before annoyed us so +extremely. It was addressed in washed-out characters to Miss -- Talbert. +The word Peggy, very clear and black, had been lately inserted in the +same handwriting; and below, the street and number had been recently +refreshed, apparently by the hand of Maria. + +As this familiar, wearisome object reappeared before us all, Peggy, with +a little quiver of mirth, looking out between her long braids, cried: +"Call back the boy!" By the time the messenger had returned she had +readdressed the envelope, unopened, to Mr. Goward. Billy took it back +down-stairs again; and every one trooped off to bed, Alice and mother +with positive snorts and flounces of impatience. + +Needless to say, Tom and Maria returned in perfect safety on Saturday. +Before then, at twelve o'clock on the same morning, when Cyrus and Peggy +had gone, I was sitting on the piazza making a little money-bag for her, +with mother sitting rocking beside me, and complaining of every one in +peace, when Dr. Denbigh drove up to the horse-block, flung his weight +out of the buggy, and hurried up the steps. He shook hands with us +hastily and abstractedly, and asked if he might speak to me inside the +house. + +"Mrs. Talbert," he said, closing the door of the library as soon as we +were inside it, "I am sure you will try not to feel alarmed at something +I must tell you of at once. The early morning train I came on from New +York, the one that ought to get in at Eastridge at eleven, was derailed +two hours ago on a misplaced switch between here and Whitman. No one +was killed, but many of the passengers were injured. Among the injured +I took care of was Mr. Goward. His arm has been broken. He's been badly +shaken up--and he's now in a state of shock at the Whitman Hospital. +The boy has been asking for Peggy, and then for you. I promised him that +after my work was done--all the injured were taken there by a special as +soon as possible after the wreck--I'd ask you to drive back to see him. +Will you come?" + +Of course I went, then. And at Harry Goward's request I have gone twice +since. He is very ill, too ill to talk, and though Dr. Denbigh says +he will outlive a thousand stronger men, he has been rather worse this +morning. When I first saw him he asked for Peggy in one gasping word, +and when he learned she had gone to Washington turned even whiter than +he had been before. He is nervously quite wrecked and wretched; has no +confidence in Dr. Denbigh; and either Maria or I will go to the hospital +every day till the boy's mother comes from California. It is a very +trying situation. For his misfortune has, of course, not changed my +knowledge of his nature. I dread telling Cyrus and Peggy, when I +meet their returning noon train, after I have left mother at home, of +everything that has happened here. + +As though these difficulties were not enough, this morning, just before +we started to Whitman, we were involved in another perplexity through +the unwilling agency of Mr. Temple. He called me up to read me a +bewildering telegram he had received an hour before from Elizabeth. It +said: + +"Please end Eastridge scandal by announcing my engagement in +Banner.--Lily." + +"Engagement to whom?" Mr. Temple had asked by telephone of Charles, who +said none of us could be responsible for any definite information in the +matter unless, perhaps, Maria. On consultation, Maria had said to Mr. +Temple that in New York Mr. Goward had imparted to her that Elizabeth +had told him many weeks ago that she was irrevocably betrothed to +Dr. Denbigh. Mr. Temple had finally referred unsuccessfully to me for +Elizabeth's address in order to ask her to send a complete announcement +in the full form she wished printed. + +("Whoa, Douglas. Well--mother, you had a nice little nap, didn't you. +No, no; I won't be late. It's not more than five minutes to the station. +Thanks, Lena. Yes, Billy dear, you can get in. Why, I don't know why you +shouldn't drive.") + +The train is just pulling in. Charles is there and Maria, each standing +on one side of the car-steps. Now I see them. That looks like Peggy's +suit-case the porter's carrying down. Yes, it is. There--there they are, +coming down the steps behind him, Cyrus and my dear girl--how well they +look! Oh, how I hope everything will come right for them! + + + + +X. THE SCHOOL-BOY, By Mary Raymond Shipman Andrews + +Rabbits. + +Automobile. (Painted red, with yellow lines.) + +Automatic reel. (The 3-dollar kind.) + +New stamp-book. (The puppy chewed my other.) + +Golly, I forgot. I suppose I mustn't use this, but it's my birthday next +month, and I want 'steen things, and I thought I'd better make a list to +pin on the dining-room door, where the family could take their pick what +to give me. Lorraine gave me this blank-book, and told me that if I'd +write down everything that I knew about Peggy and Harry Goward and all +that stuff, she'd have Sally make me three pounds of crumbly cookies +with currants on top, in a box, to keep in my room just to eat myself, +and she wouldn't tell Alice, so I won't be selfish not to offer her any +as she won't know about it and so won't suffer. I'm going to keep them +in the extra bureau drawer where Peg puts her best party dress, so I +guess they'll be et up before anybody goes there. + +Peggy's feeling pretty sick now to dress up for parties, but I know a +thing or two that the rest don't know. Wouldn't Alice be hopping! She +always thinks she's wise to everything, and to have a thick-headed +boy-person know a whacking secret that they'd all be excited about would +make her mad enough to burst. She thinks she can read my ingrown soul +too--but I rather think I have my own interior thoughts that Miss Alice +doesn't tumble to. For instance, Dr. Denbigh. + +Golly, I forgot. Lorraine said she'd cut down the cookies if things +weren't told orderly the way they happened. So I've got to begin back. +First then, I've had the best time since Peggy got engaged that I've +ever had in my own home. Not quite as unbossed as when they sent me on +the Harris farm last summer, and I slept in the stable if I wanted to, +and nobody asked if I'd taken a bath. That was a sensible way to live, +but yet it's been unpecked at and pleasant even at home lately. You +see, with such a lot of fussing about Peggy and Harry Goward, nobody has +noticed what I did, and that, to a person with a taste for animals, +is one of the best states of living. I've gone to the table without +brushing my hair, and the puppy has slept in my bed, and I've kept a +toad behind the wash-basin for two weeks, and though Lena, the maid, +knew about it, she shut up and was decent because she didn't want to +worry mother. A toad is such an unusual creature to live with. I've got +a string to his hind leg, but yet he gets into places where you don't +expect him, and it's very interesting. Lena seemed to think it wasn't +nice to have him in the towels in the wash-stand drawer, but I didn't +care. It doesn't hurt the towels and it's cosey for the toad. + +I had a little snake--a stunner--but Lena squealed when she found him in +my collars, so I had to take him away. He looked awfully cunning inside +the collars, but Lena wouldn't stand for him, so I let well enough alone +and tried to be contented with the toad and the puppy and some June-bugs +I've got in boxes in the closet, and my lizard--next to mother, he's +my best friend--I've had him six months. I'm not sure I wouldn't rather +lose mother than him, because you can get a step-mother, but it's +awfully difficult to replace a lizard like Diogenes. I wonder if +Lorraine will think I've written too much about my animals? They're +more fun than Peggy anyway, and as for Harry Goward--golly! The toad +or lizard that couldn't be livelier than he is would be a pretty sad +animal. + +A year ago I was fishing one day away up the river, squatting under a +bush on a bank, when Peggy and Dr. Denbigh came and plumped right over +my head. They didn't see me--but it wasn't up to me. They were looking +the other way, so they didn't notice my fish-line either. They weren't +noticing much of life as it appeared to me except their personal selves. +I thought if they wouldn't disturb me I wouldn't disturb them. At first +I didn't pay attention to what they were saying, because there was a +chub and a trout together after my bait, and I naturally was excited +to see if the trout would take it. But when I'd lost both of them I had +time to listen. + +I wouldn't have believed it of Dr. Denbigh, to bother about a girl like +Peg, who can't do anything. And he's a whale, just a whale. He's six +feet-two, and strong as an ox. He went through West Point before +he degraded himself into a doctor, and he held the record there for +shot-putting, and was on the foot-ball team, and even now, when he's +very old and of course can't last long, he plays the best tennis in +Eastridge. He went to the Spanish War--quite awhile ago that was, but +yet in modern times--and he was at San Juan. You can see he's a Jim +dandy--and him to be wasting time on Peggy--it's sickening! Even for a +girl she's poor stuff. I don't mean, of course, that she's not all +right in a moral direction, and I wouldn't let anybody else abuse her. +Everybody says she's pretty, and I suppose she is, in a red-headed way, +and she's awfully kind, you know, but athletically--that's what I'm +talking about--she doesn't amount to a row of pins. She can't fish or +play tennis or ride or anything. + +Yet all the same it's true, I distinctly heard him say he loved her +better than anything on earth. I don't think he could have meant better +than Rapscallion; he's awfully fond of that horse. Probably he forgot +Rapscallion for the moment. Anyhow, Peg was sniffling and saying how she +was going back to college--it was the Easter vacation--and how she +was only a stupid girl and he would forget her. And he said he'd never +forget her one minute all his life--which was silly, for I've often +forgotten really important things. Once I forgot to stop at Lorraine's +for a tin of hot gingerbread she'd had Sally make for me to entirely eat +by myself, and Alice got it and devoured it all up, the pig! Anyway, Dr. +Denbigh said that, and then Peggy sniffled some more, and I heard him +ask her: + +"What is it, dear?" + +"Dear," your grandmother. She said, then, why wouldn't he let her be +engaged to him like anybody else, and it was hard on a girl to have to +beg a man to be engaged, and then he laughed a little and they didn't +either of them say anything for a while, but there were soft, rustling +sounds--a trout was after my bait, so I didn't listen carefully. When I +noticed again, Dr. Denbigh was saying how he was years and years older, +and it was his duty to take care of her and not allow her to make a +mistake that might ruin her life, and he wouldn't let her hurry into +a thing she couldn't get out of, and a lot more. Peg said that forty +wasn't old, and he was young enough for her, and she was certain, +CERTAIN--I don't know what she was certain of, but she was horribly +obstinate about it. + +And then Dr. Denbigh said: "If I only dared let you, dear--if I only +dared." + +And something about if she felt the same in two years, or a year, or +something--I can't remember all that truck--and they said the same thing +over a lot. I heard him murmur: + +"Call me Jack, just once." + +And she murmured back, as if it was a stunt, "Jack"--and then rustlings. +I'd call him Jack all the afternoon if he liked. + +Then, after another of those still games, Peggy said, "Ow!" as if +somebody'd pinched her, and that seemed such a queer remark that I stood +up to see what they were up to. Getting to my feet I swung the line +around and the bait flopped up the bank and hit Peg square in the +mouth--I give you my word I didn't mean to, but it was awfully funny! +My! didn't she squeal bloody murder? That's what makes a person despise +Peggy. She's no sort of sport. Another time I remember I had some worms +in an envelope, and I happened to feel them in my pocket, so I pulled +out one and slid it down the back of her neck, and you'd have thought +I'd done something awful. She yelped and wriggled and cried--she +did--she actually cried. And you wouldn't believe what she finished up +by doing--she went and took a bath! A whole bath--when she didn't have +to! She can't see a joke at all. Now Alice is a horrid meddler--she and +Maria. Yet Alice is a sport, and takes her medicine. I've seen that girl +with a beetle in her hair, which I put there, keep her teeth shut and +not make a sound--only a low gurgle--until she'd got him and slung him +out of the window. Then she lammed me, I tell you--I respected her for +it too--but she couldn't now, I'm stronger. + +Oh, golly! Lorraine will cut down the cookies if I don't tell what +happened. I don't exactly know what was next, but Dr. Denbigh somehow +had me by the collar and gave me a yank, like a big dog does a little +one. + +"See here, you young limb," he said, "I'm--I'm going to--" and then he +suddenly stopped and looked at Peggy and began to chuckle, and Peggy +laughed and turned lobster color, and put her face in her hands and just +howled. + +Of course I grinned too, and then I glanced up at him lovingly and +murmured "Jack," just like Peggy did. + +That seemed to sober him, and he considered a minute. "Listen, Billy," +he began, slowly; "we're in your power, but I'm going to trust you." + +I just hooted, because there wasn't much else he could do. But he didn't +smile, only his eyes sort of twinkled. + +"Be calm, my son," he said. "You're a gentleman, I believe, and all +I need do is to point out that what you've seen and heard is not your +secret. I'm sure you realize that it's unnecessary to ask you not to +tell. Of course, you'll never tell one word--NOT ONE WORD--" and he +glared. "That's understood, isn't it?" + +I said, "Yep," sort of scared. He's splendidly big and arrogant, and has +that man-eating look, but he's a peach all the same. + +"Are we friends--and brothers?" he asked, and slid a look at Peg. + +"Yep," I said again, and I meant it. + +"Shake," said Dr. Denbigh, and we shook like two men. + +That was about all that happened that day except about my fishing. There +was a very interesting--but I suppose Lorraine wouldn't care for that. +It was a good deal of a strain on my feelings not to tell Alice, but +of course I didn't. But once in awhile I would glance up at Dr. Denbigh +trustingly and murmur "Jack," and he would be in a fit because I'd +always do it when the family just barely couldn't hear. As soon as Peg +came home from college we skipped to the mountains, and she went back +from there to college again, and I didn't have a fair show to get rises +out of them together, and in the urgency of 'steen things like pigeons +and the new puppy, I pretty nearly forgot their love's young dream. I +didn't have a surmise that I was going to be interwoven among it like I +was. I saw Aunt Elizabeth going out with Dr. Denbigh in his machine two +or three times, but she's a regular fusser with men, and he's got a kind +heart, so I wasn't wise to anything in that. The day Peg came home for +Christmas she was singing like the blue canaries down in the parlor, +and I happened to pass Aunt Elizabeth's door and she was lacing up her +shoes. + +"Oh, Billy, ask Peggy if she doesn't want to go for a walk, will you? +There's a lamb," she called to me. + +So I happened to have intelligence from pristine sources that they went +walking. And after that Peg had a grouch on and was off her feed the +rest of the vacation--nobody knew why--I didn't myself, even, and it +didn't occur to me that Aunt Elizabeth had probably been rubbing it +in how well she knew Dr. Denbigh. The last day Peggy was home, at the +table, they were chaffing Aunt Elizabeth about him, the way grown-ups +do, instead of talking about the facts of life and different kinds of +horse-feed, which is important in the winter. And I heard mother say in +a "sort-of-vochy" tone to Peggy: + +"They really seem to be fond of each other. Perhaps there may be an +engagement to write you about, Peggy." + +I thought to myself that mother didn't know that Dr. Denbigh was +prejudiced to being engaged, but I didn't say anything--it's wise not to +say anything to your family beyond the necessary jargon of living. Peggy +seemed to think the same, for she didn't answer a syllabus, but after +dropping her glass of water into the fried potatoes which Lena was +kindly handing to her, she jumped and scooted. A few minutes later +I wanted her to sew a sail on a boat, so I tried her door and it was +locked, and then I knocked and she took an awfully long time simply to +open that door, and when she did her eyes were red and she was shivering +as if she was cold. + +"Oh, Billy, Billy!" she said, and then, of all things, she grabbed me +and kissed me. + +I wriggled loose, and I said: "Sew up this sail for me, will you? +Hustle!" + +But she didn't pay attention. "Oh, Billy, be a little good to me!" she +said. "I'm so wretched, and nobody knows but you. Oh, Billy--he likes +somebody better than me!" + +"Who does?" I asked. "Father?" + +She half laughed, a sort of sickly laugh. "No, Billy. Not +father--he--Jack--Dr. Denbigh. Oh, you know. Billy! You heard what +mother said." + +"O--o--oh!" I answered her, in a contemplating slowness. "Oh--that's so! +Do you mind if he gets engaged to Aunt Elizabeth?" + +"Do--I--MIND?" said Peggy, as if she was astonished. "Mind? Billy, I'll +love him till I die. It would break my heart." + +"Oh no, it wouldn't," I told her, because I thought I'd sort of comfort +her. "That's truck. You can't break muscles just by loving. But I know +how you feel, because that's the way I felt when father gave that Irish +setter to the Tracys." + +She went on chattering her teeth as if she was cold, so I put the +table-cover around her. "You dear Billy," she said. But that was stuff. + +"I wouldn't bother," I said. "Likely he's forgotten about you. I often +forget things myself." That didn't seem to comfort her, for she began to +sob out loud. "Oh, now. Peg, don't cry," I observed to her. "He probably +likes Aunt Elizabeth better than you, don't you see? I think she's +prettier, myself. And, of course, she's a lot cleverer. She tells funny +stories and makes people laugh; you never do that--You're a good sort, +but quiet and not much fun, don't you see? Maybe he got plain tired of +you." + +But instead of being cheered up by my explaining things, she put her +head on the table and just yowled. Girls are a queer species. + +"You're cruel, cruel!" she sobbed out, and you bet that surprised me--me +that was comforting her for all I was worth! I patted her on the back +of the neck, and thought hard what other soothings I could squeeze out. +Then I had an idea. "Tell you what, Peg," I said, "it's too darned bad +of Dr. Denbigh, if he just did it for meanness, when you haven't done +anything to him. But maybe he got riled because you begged him so to let +you be engaged to him. Of course a man doesn't want to be bothered--if +he wants to get engaged he wants to, and if he doesn't want to he +doesn't, and that's all. I think probably Dr. Denbigh was afraid you'd +be at him again when you came home, so he hurried up and snatched Aunt +Elizabeth." + +Peggy lifted her face and stared at me. She was a sight, with her eyes +all bunged up and her cheeks sloppy. "You think he IS engaged to her, do +you, Billy?" she asked me. + +Her voice sort of shook, and I thought I'd better settle it for her one +way or the other, so I nodded and said, "Wouldn't be surprised," and +then, if you'll believe it, that girl got angry--at ME. "Billy, +you're brutal--you're like any other man-thing--cold-blooded and +faithless--and--" And she began choking--choking again, and I was +disgusted and cleared out. + +I was glad when she went off to college, because, though she's a +kind-hearted girl, she was so peevish and untalkative it made me tired. +I think people ought to be cheerful around their own homes. But the +family didn't seem to see it; there are such a lot of us that you have +to blow a trumpet before you get any special notice--except me, when +I don't wash my hands. Yet, what's the use of washing your hands when +you're certain to get them dirty again in five minutes? + +Well, then, awhile ago Peggy wrote she was engaged to Harry Goward, and +there was great excitement in the happy home. My people are mobile in +their temperatures, anyway--a little thing stirs them up. I thought it +was queerish, but I didn't know but Peggy had changed her mind about +loving Dr. Denbigh till she died. I should think that was too long +myself. I was busy getting my saddle mended and a new bridle, so I +didn't have time for gossip. + +Harry came to visit the family, and the minute I inspected him over I +knew he was a sissy. If you'll believe me, that grown-up man can't chin +himself. He sings and paints apple blossoms, but he fell three-cornered +over a fence that I vaulted. He may be fascinating, as Lorraine says, +but he isn't worth saving, in my judgments. I said so to Dr. Denbigh one +day when he picked me up in his machine and brought me home from school, +and he was sympathetic and asked intelligent questions--at least, some +of them were; some of them were just slow remarks about if Peggy +seemed to be very happy, and that sort of stuff that doesn't have any +foundations. I told him particularly that I like automobiles, and he +thought a minute, and then said: + +"If you were going to be playing near the Whitman station to-morrow I'd +pick you up and take you on a twenty-mile spin. I'm lunching with some +people near Whitman, and going on to Elmville." + +"Oh, pickles!" said I. "Will you, really? Of course, I'll be there. +I'll drive over with the expressman--he's a friend of mine--right after +lunch," I said, "and I'll wait around the station for you." + +So I did that, and while I was waiting I saw Aunt Elizabeth coming--I +saw her first, so I hid--I was afraid if she saw me she'd find out I +was going with Dr. Denbigh and snatch him herself. I heard her sending +a crazy telegram to Harry Goward, and then I forgot all about it until I +wanted to distract Alice's mind off some cookies that I'd accumulated at +Lorraine's house. Alice is a pig. She never lets me stuff in peace. So I +told her about the telegram--I knew Alice would be perturbed with that. +She just loves to tell things, but she made me tell Peggy, and there was +a hullabaloo promptly. Nobody confided a word to me, and I didn't care +much, but I saw them all whispering in low tones and being very busy +about it, and Peg looking madder than a goat, and I guessed that Alice +had made me raise Cain. + +Now, I've got to back up and start over. Golly! it's harder than you'd +think just to write down things the way they happened, like I promised +Lorraine. Let's see--Oh yes, of course--about Dr. Denbigh and the +bubble. I was in a fit for fear dear Aunt Elizabeth would linger around +till the doctor came, and then somehow I'd be minus one drive in a +machine. She didn't; she cleared out with solidity and despatch, and my +Aurora, as the school-teacher would say, came in his whirling car, and +in I popped, and we had a corking time. He let me drive a little. You +see, the machine is a--Oh, well, Lorraine said, specially, I was not to +describe automobiles. That seems such a stupid restrictiveness, but it's +a case of cookies, so I'll cut that out. + +There really wasn't much else to tell, only that Dr. Denbigh started +right in and raked out the inmost linings of my soul about Peggy and +Harry Goward. It wasn't exactly cross-examination, because he wasn't +cross, yet he fired the questions at me like a cannon, and I answered +quick, you bet. Dr. Denbigh knows what he wants, and he means to get it. +Just by accident toward the last I let out about that day in the winter +when they were chaffing Aunt Elizabeth at the table about him, and how +he'd taken her out in the machine, and how mother had said there might +be an engagement to write Peggy about. + +"Oh!" said Dr. Denbigh. "Oh!--oh!" + +Funny, the way he went on saying, "Oh! Oh!" + +I thought if that interested him he might like to hear about Peg +throwing a fit in her room after, so I told him that, and how I tried +to comfort her, and how unreasonable she was. And what do you suppose +he said? He looked at me a minute with his eyebrows away down, and his +mouth jammed together, and then he brought out: + +"You little devil!" + +That's not the worst he said, either. I guess mother wouldn't let me go +out with him if she knew he used profanity--Maria wouldn't, anyway. I +have decided I won't tell them. It's the only time I ever caught him. +The other thing is this. He said to himself--but out loud--I think he +had forgotten me: "So they made her believe I liked her aunt better." +And then, in a minute: "She said it would break her heart--bless her!" +And two or three other interlocutory remarks like that, meaning nothing +in particular. And then all of a sudden he brought his fist down on +his knee with a bang and said, "Damn Aunt Elizabeth!"--not loud, but +compressed and explodingly, you know. I looked at him, and he said: "Beg +pardon. Billy. Your aunt's a very charming woman, but I mean it. I only +asked her to go out with me because she talked more about Peggy than +anybody else would," he went on. + +I thought a minute, and put two and two together pretty quick. "You mind +about Peggy's being engaged to Harry Goward, don't you?" I asked him; +for I saw right through him then. + +He looked queer. "Yes, I mind," he said. + +"But you wouldn't be engaged to her yourself," I propounded to him; and +he grinned, and said something about more things in heaven and earth, +and called me Horatio. I reckon he got struck crazy a minute. And then +he made me tell him further what Peggy said and what I said, and he +laughed that time about my comforting her, though I don't see why. It +doesn't pay to give up important things, to be kind and thoughtful in +this world--nobody appreciates it, and you are sure to be sorry you +took the time. When I got up-stairs, after comforting Peggy, my toad had +jumped in the water-pitcher and got about drowned--he never was the same +toad after--and if I hadn't stopped in Peg's room to do good it wouldn't +have happened. And Dr. Denbigh laughed at me besides. However, for an +old chap of forty, he's a peach. I'm not kicking at Dr. Denbigh. + +Then let's see--(It makes me tired to go on writing this stuff--I wish +I was through. But the cookies! I see a vision of a mountain range of +cookies with currants on them--crumbly cookies. Up and at it again for +me!) + +The next stunt I had a shy at was a letter that Harry Goward asked Alice +to give Peggy, and Alice gave it to me because she was up to something +else just that minute. She didn't look at the address, but you bet your +sweet life I did, when I heard it was from Harry Goward. I saw it was +addressed to Peg. Then I stuffed it in my pocket and plain forgot, +because I was in a hurry to go fishing with Sid Tracy. I put a chub on +top of it that I wanted to keep for bait, and when I pulled it out--the +letter--the chub hadn't helped much. The envelope was a little slimy. I +said: "Gee!" + +Sid said: "What's that?" + +"A letter to my sister from that chump. Harry Goward," said I. "I've got +to take it to her. Looks pretty sad now." + +Sid didn't like Harry Goward any more than I did, because he'd borrowed +Sid's best racket and left it out in the rain, and then just laughed. So +he said: "Not sad enough. Give it to me. I'll fix it." + +He had some molasses candy that he'd bit, and he rubbed that over it +a little, and then suddenly we heard Alice calling, and he crammed the +letter in his pocket, candy and all, and there were some other things +in there that stuck to it. We were so rattled when Alice appeared and +demanded that very letter in her lordly way that I forgot if I had it +or Sid, and I went all through my clothes looking for it, and then Sid +found it in his, and, oh, my! Miss Alice turned up her nose when she saw +it. It did look smudgy. + +Sid hurriedly scrubbed it with his handkerchief, but even that didn't +really make it clean, and by that time you couldn't read the address. +Alice didn't ask me if I'd read it, or I'd have told her. + +There was a fuss afterward in the family, but I kept clear of it. I +wouldn't have time to get through what I have to do if I attended to +their fusses, so all I knew was that it had something to do with that +letter. All the family were taking trains, like a procession, for two or +three days. I don't know why, so Lorraine can't expect me to write that +down. + +There's only one other event of great signification that I know about, +and nobody knows that except me and Dr. Denbigh and Peggy. It was this +way. The doctor saw me on the street one afternoon--I can't remember +what day it was--and stopped his machine and motioned to me to get in. +You bet I got. He shook hands with me just the way he would with father, +and not as if I were a contemptible puppy. + +"Billy, my son, I want you to do something for me," he said. + +"All right," said I. + +"I've got to see Peggy," he went on. "I've got to!" And he looked as +fierce as a circus tiger. "I can't sit still and not lift a finger +and let this wretched business go on. I won't lose her for any silly +scruples." + +I didn't know what he was driving at, but I said, "I wouldn't, either," +in a sympathetic manner. + +"I've got to see her!" he fired at me again. + +"Yep," I said. "She's up at the house now. Come on." But that didn't +suit him. He explained that she wouldn't look at him when the others +were around, and that she slid off and wormed out of his way, so he +couldn't get at her, anyhow. Just like a girl, wasn't it--not to face +the music? Well, anyway, he'd cooked up a plan that he wanted me to do, +and I promised I would. He wanted me to get Peggy to go up the river to +their former spooning-resort (only he put it differently), and he would +be there waiting and make Peggy talk to him, which he seemed to desire +more than honey in the honeycomb. + +Lovers are a strange animal. I may be foolish, but I prefer toads. With +them you can tie a string around the hind leg, and you have got them. +But with lovers it's all this way one day and upside down the next, and +wondering what's hurt the feelings of her, and if he's got tired of +you, and polyandering around to get interviews up rivers when you could +easier sit on the piazza and talk--and all such. It seems to me that +things would go a lot simpler if everybody would cut out most of the +feelings department, and just eat their meals and look after their +animals and play all they get time for, and then go to sleep quietly. +Fussing is such a depravity. But they wouldn't do what I said, not if I +told them, so I lie low and think. + +Next morning I harnessed the pony in the cart and said, "Peg--take a +drive with me--come on," and Peg looked grattyfied, and mother said +I was a dear, thoughtful child, and grandma said it would do the girl +good, and I was a noble lad. So I got encombiums all round for once. +Only Aunt Elizabeth--she looked thoughtful. + +I rattled Hotspur--that's the pony--out to the happy hunting-ground +by the river, till I saw Dr. Denbigh's gray cap behind a bush, and I +rightly argued that his manly form was hitched onto it, for he arose up +in his might as I stopped the cart. Peggy gasped and said, "Oh--oh! We +must go home. Oh, Billy, drive on!" Which Billy didn't do, not so +you'd notice it. Then the doctor said, in his I-am-the-Ten-Commandments +manner, "Get out, Peggy," and held his hand. + +And Peggy said, "I won't--I can't," and immediately did, the goose. + +Then he looked at me in a funny, fierce way he has, with his eyebrows +away down, only you know he's pleasant because his eyes jiggle. + +"Billy, my son," he said, "will you kindly deprive us of the light of +your presence for one hour by the clock? Here's my timepiece--one hour. +Go!" And he gave Hotspur a slap so he leaped. + +Dr. Denbigh is the most different person from Harry Goward I know. + +Well, I drove round by the Red Bridge, and was gone an hour and twelve +minutes, and I thought they'd be missing me and in a fit to get home, so +I just raced Hotspur the last mile. + +"I'm awfully sorry I'm so late," said I. "I got looking at some pigs, so +I forgot. I'm sorry," said I. + +Peg looked up at me as if she couldn't remember who I was, and inquired, +wonderingly: "Is it an hour yet?" + +And Dr. Denbigh said, "Great Scott! boy, you needn't have hurried!" + +That's lovers all over. + +And they hadn't finished yet, if you'll believe me. Dr. Denbigh went on +talking as they stood up, just as if I wasn't living. "You won't promise +me?" he asked her. + +And she said: "Oh, Jack, how can I? I don't know what to do--but I'm +engaged to him--that's a solemn thing." + +"Solemn nonsense," said the doctor. "You don't love him--you never +did--you never could. Be a woman, dearest, and end this wretched mess." + +"I never would have thought I loved him if I hadn't believed I'd lost +you," Peggy ruminated to herself. "But I must think--" As if she hadn't +thunk for an hour! + +"How long must you think?" the doctor fired at her. + +"Don't be cross at me," said she, like a baby, and that big capable man +picked up her hand and kissed it--shame on him! + +"No, no, dear," he said, as meek as pie. "I'll wait--only you MUST +decide the right way, and remember that I'm waiting, and that it's +hard." + +Then he put her into the cart clingingly--I'd have chucked her--and I +leaned over toward him the last thing and threw my head lovingly on one +side and rolled my eyes up and murmured at him, "Good-bye, Jack," and +started Hotspur before he could hit me. + +Now, thank the stars, there's just one or two little items more that +I've got to write. One is what I heard mother tell father when they were +on the front piazza alone, and I was teaching the puppy to beg, right in +sight of them on the grass. They think I'm an earless freak, maybe. She +told him that dear Peggy was growing into such a strong, splendid woman; +that she'd been talking to her, and she thought the child would be able +to give up her weak, vacillating lover with hardly a pang, because she +realized that he was unworthy of her; that Peg had said she couldn't +marry a man she didn't admire--and wasn't that noble of her? Noble, your +grandmother--to give up a perfect lady like Harry Goward, when she's got +a real man up her sleeve! I'd have made them sit up and take notice if +I hadn't promised not to tell. Which reminds me that I ought to explain +how I got Dr. Denbigh to let me write this for Lorraine. I put it to him +strongly, you see, about the cookies, and at first he said. + +"Not on your life! Not in a thousand years!" And then-- + +But what's the use of writing that? Lorraine is on to all that. But, my +pickles! won't there be a circus when Alice finds out that I've known +things she didn't! Won't Alice be hopping--gee! + + + + +XI. PEGGY, by Alice Brown + +"Remember," said Charles Edward--he had run in for a minute on his way +home from the office where he has been clearing out his desk, "for good +and all," he tells us--"remember, next week will see us out of this land +of the free and home of the talkative." He meant our sailing. I shall be +glad to be with him and Lorraine. "And whatever you do. Peg, don't talk, +except to mother. Talk to her all you want to. Mother has the making of +a woman in her. If mother'd been a celibate, she'd have been, also, a +peach." + +"But I don't want to talk," said I. "I don't want to talk to anybody." + +"Good for you," said Charles Edward. "Now I'll run along." + +I sat there on the piazza watching him, thinking he'd been awfully good +to me, and feeling less bruised, somehow, than I do when the rest of the +family advise me--except mother! And I saw him stop, turn round as if he +were coming back, and then settle himself and plant his feet wide apart, +as he does when the family question him about business. Then I saw +somebody in light blue through the trees, and I knew it was Aunt +Elizabeth. Alice was down in the hammock reading and eating cookies, and +she saw her, too. Alice threw the book away and got her long legs out +of the hammock and ran. I thought she was coming into the house to hide +from Aunt Elizabeth. That's what we all do the first minute, and then +we recover ourselves and go down and meet her. But Alice dropped on her +knees by my chair and threw her arms round me. + +"Forgive, Peggy," she moaned. "Oh, forgive!" + +I saw she had on my fraternity pin, and I thought she meant that. So I +said, "You can wear it today"; but she only hugged me the tighter and +ran on in a rigmarole I didn't understand. + +"She's coming, and she'll get it out of Lorraine, and they'll all be +down on us." + +Charles Edward and Aunt Elizabeth stood talking together, and just then +I saw her put her hand on his shoulder. + +"She's trying to come round him," said Alice. + +I began to see she was really in earnest now. "He's squirming. Oh, +Peggy, maybe she's found it out some way, and she's telling him, and +they'll tell you, and you'll think I am false as hell!" + +I knew she didn't mean anything by that word, because whenever she says +such things they're always quotations. She began to cry real tears. + +"It was Billy put it into my head," said she, "and Lorraine put it +into his. Lorraine wanted him to write out exactly what he knew, and he +didn't know anything except about the telegram and how the letter got +wuzzled, and I told him I'd help him write it as it ought to be 'if life +were a banquet and beauty were wine'; but I told him we must make him +say in it how he'd got to conceal it from me, or they'd think we got it +up together. So I wrote it," said Alice, "and Billy copied it." + +Perhaps I wasn't nice to the child, for I couldn't listen to her. I was +watching Charles Edward and Aunt Elizabeth, and saying to myself +that mother'd want me to sit still and meet Aunt Elizabeth when she +came--"like a good girl," as she used to say to me when I was little and +begged to get out of hard things. Alice went on talking and gasping. + +"Peg," she said, "he's perfectly splendid--Dr. Denbigh is." + +"Yes, dear," said I, "he's very nice." + +"I've adored him for years," said Alice. "I could trust him with my +whole future. I could trust him with yours." + +Then I laughed. I couldn't help it. And Alice was hurt, for some reason, +and got up and held her head high and went into the house. And Aunt +Elizabeth came up the drive, and that is how she found me laughing. She +had on a lovely light-blue linen. Nobody wears such delicate shades as +Aunt Elizabeth. I remember, one day, when she came in an embroidered +pongee over Nile-green, father groaned, and grandmother said: "What is +it, Cyrus? Have you got a pain?" "Yes," said father, "the pain I always +have when I see sheep dressed lamb fashion." Grandmother laughed, but +mother said: "Sh!" Mother's dear. + +This time Aunt Elizabeth had on a great picture-hat with light-blue +ostrich plumes; it was almost the shape of her lavender one that Charles +Edward said made her look like a coster's bride. When she bent over me +and put both arms around me the plumes tickled my ear. I think that was +why I was so cross. I wriggled away from her and said: "Don't!" + +Aunt Elizabeth spoke quite solemnly. "Dear child!" she said, "you are +broken, indeed." + +And I began to feel again just as I had been feeling, as if I were in a +show for everybody to look at, and I found I was shaking all over, and +was angry with myself because of it. She had drawn up a chair, and she +held both my hands. + +"Peggy," said she, "haven't you been to the hospital to see that poor +dear boy?" + +I didn't have to answer, for there was a whirl on the gravel, and Billy, +on his bicycle, came riding up with the mail. He threw himself off his +wheel and plunged up the steps as he always does, pretended to tickle +his nose with Aunt Elizabeth's feathers as he passed behind her, and +whispered to me: "Shoot the hat!" But he had heard Aunt Elizabeth asking +if I were not going to see that poor dear boy, and he said, as if he +couldn't help it: + +"Huh! I guess if she did she wouldn't get in. His mother's walking up +and down front of the hospital when she ain't with him, and she's got +a hook nose and white hair done up over a roll and an eye-glass on a +stick, and I guess there won't be no nimps and shepherdesses get by +HER." + +Aunt Elizabeth stood and thought for a minute, and her eyes looked as +they do when she stares through you and doesn't see you at all. Alice +asked Charles Edward once if he thought she was sorrowing o'er the past +when she had that look, and he said: "Bless you, chile, no more than a +gentle industrious spider. She's spinning a web." But in a minute mother +had stepped out on the piazza, and I felt as if she had come to my +rescue. It was the way she used to come when I broke my doll or tore my +skirt. But we didn't look at each other, mother and I. We didn't mean +Aunt Elizabeth should see there was anything to rescue me from. Aunt +Elizabeth turned to mother, and seemed to pounce upon her. + +"Ada," said she, "has my engagement been announced?" + +"Not to my knowledge," said mother. She spoke with a great deal +of dignity. "I understood that the name of the gentleman had been +withheld." + +"Withheld!" repeated Aunt Elizabeth. "What do you mean by 'withheld'? +Billy, whom are those letters for?" + +In spite of ourselves mother and I started. Letters have begun to seem +rather tragic to us. + +"One's the gas-bill," said Billy, "and one's for you." Aunt Elizabeth +took the large, square envelope and tore it open. Then she looked at +mother and smiled a little and tossed her head. + +"This is from Lyman Wilde," said she. + +I thought I had never seen Aunt Elizabeth look so young. It must have +meant something more to mother than it did to me, for she stared at her +a minute very seriously. + +"I am truly glad for you, Elizabeth," she said. Then she turned to me. +"Daughter," said she, "I shall need you about the salad." + +She smiled at me and went in. I knew what that meant. She was giving +me a chance to follow her, if I needed to escape. But there was hardly +time. I was at the door when Aunt Elizabeth rustled after so quickly +that it sounded like a flight. There on the piazza she put her arms +about me. + +"Child!" she whispered. "Child! Verlassen! Verlassen!" + +I drew away a little and looked at her. Then I thought: "Why, she is +old!" But I hadn't understood. I knew the word was German, and I hadn't +taken that in the elective course. + +"What is it. Aunt Elizabeth?" I asked. I had a feeling I mustn't leave +her. She smiled a little--a queer, sad smile. + +"Peggy," said she, "I want you to read this letter." She gave it to me. +It was written on very thick gray paper with rough edges, and there was +a margin of two inches at the left. The handwriting was beautiful, only +not very clear, and when I had puzzled over it for a minute she snatched +it back again. + +"I'll read it to you," said she. + +Well, I thought it was a most beautiful letter. The gentleman said +she had always been the ideal of his life. He owed everything--and by +everything he meant chiefly his worship of beauty--to her. He asked +her to accept his undying devotion, and to believe that, however far +distance and time should part them, he was hers and hers only. He said +he looked back with ineffable contempt upon the days when he had hoped +to build a nest and see her beside him there. Now he had reached the +true empyrean, and he could only ask to know that she, too, was winging +her bright way into regions where he, in another life, might follow and +sing beside her in liquid, throbbing notes to pierce the stars. He +ended by saying that he was not very fit--the opera season had been +a monumental experience this year--and he was taking refuge with an +English brotherhood to lead, for a time, a cloistered life instinct +with beauty and its worship, but that there as everywhere he was hers +eternally. How glad I was of the verbal memory I have been so often +praised for! I knew almost every word of that lovely letter by heart +after the one reading. I shall never forget it. + +"Well?" said Aunt Elizabeth. She was looking at me, and again I saw how +long it must have been since she was young. "Well, what do you think of +it?" + +I told the truth. "Oh," said I, "I think it's a beautiful letter!" + +"You do!" said Aunt Elizabeth. "Does it strike you as being a +love-letter!" + +I couldn't answer fast enough. "Why, Aunt Elizabeth," I said, "he tells +you so. He says he loves you eternally. It's beautiful!" + +"You fool!" said Aunt Elizabeth. "You pink-cheeked little fool! You +haven't opened the door yet--not any door, not one of them--oh, you +happy, happy fool!" She called through the window (mother was arranging +flowers there for tea): "Ada, you must telephone the Banner. My +engagement is not to be announced." Then she turned to me. "Peggy'" said +she, in a low voice, as if mother was not to hear, "to-morrow you must +drive with me to Whitman." + +Something choked me in my throat: either fear of her or dread of what +she meant to make me do. But I looked into her face and answered +with all the strength I had: "Aunt Elizabeth, I sha'n't go near the +hospital." + +"Don't you think it's decent for you to call on Mrs. Goward?" she asked. + +She gave me a little shake. It made me angry. "It may be decent," I +said, "but I sha'n't do it." + +"Very well," said Aunt Elizabeth. Her voice was sweet again. "Then I +must do it for you. Nobody asks you to see Harry himself. I'll run in +and have a word with him--but, Peggy, you simply must pay your respects +to Mrs. Goward." + +"No! no! no!" I heard myself answering, as if I were in some strange +dream. Then I said: "Why, it would be dreadful! Mother wouldn't let me!" + +Aunt Elizabeth came closer and put her hands on my shoulders. She has +a little fragrance about her, not like flowers, but old laces, perhaps, +that have been a long time in a drawer with orris and face-powder and +things. "Peggy," said she, "never tell your mother I asked you." + +I felt myself stiffen. She was whispering, and I saw she meant it. + +"Oh, Peggy! don't tell your mother. She is not--not simpatica. I might +lose my home here, my only home. Peggy, promise me." + +"Daughter!" mother was calling from the dining-room. + +I slipped away from Aunt Elizabeth's hands. "I promise," said I. "You +sha'n't lose your home." + +"Daughter!" mother called again, and I went in. + +That night at supper nobody talked except father and mother, and they +did every minute, as if they wanted to keep the rest of us from speaking +a word. It was all about the Works. Father was describing some new +designs he had accepted, and telling how Charles Edward said they would +do very well for the trimmings of a hearse, and mother coughed and said +Charles Edward's ideas were always good, and father said not where the +market was concerned. Aunt Elizabeth had put on a white dress, and I +thought she looked sweet, because she was sad and had made her face +quite pale; but I was chiefly busy in thinking how to escape before +anybody could talk to me. It doesn't seem safe nowadays to speak a word, +because we don't know where it will lead us. Alice, too, looked pale, +poor child! and kept glancing at me in a way that made me so sorry. I +wanted to tell her I didn't care about her pranks and Billy's, whatever +they were. And whatever she had written, it was sure to be clever. The +teacher says Alice has a positive genius for writing, and before +many years she'll be in all the magazines. When supper was over I ran +up-stairs to my room. I sat down by the window in the dark and wondered +when the moon would rise. I felt excited--as if something were going to +happen. And in spite of all the dreadful things that had happened to us, +and might keep on happening, I felt as if I could die with joy. There +were steps on the porch below my window. I heard father's voice. + +"That's ridiculous, Elizabeth," he said--"ridiculous! If it's a good +thing for other girls to go to college, it's been a good thing for her." + +"Ah," said Aunt Elizabeth, "but is it a good thing?" + +Then I knew they were talking about me, and I put my fingers in my ears +and said the Latin prepositions. I have been talked about enough. +They may talk, but I won't hear. By-and-by I took my fingers out and +listened. They had gone in, and everything was still. Then I began to +think it over. Was it a bad thing for me to go to college? I'm different +from what I was three years ago, but I should have been different if I'd +stayed at home. For one thing, I'm not so shy. I remember the first day +I came out of a class-room and Stillman Dane walked up to me and said; +"So you're Charlie Ned's sister!" I couldn't look at him. I stood +staring down at my note-book, and now I should say, quite calmly: "Oh, +you must be Mr. Dane? I believe you teach psychology." But I stood and +stared. I believe I looked at my hands for a while and wished I hadn't +got ink on my forefinger--and he had to say: "I'm the psychology man. +Charlie Ned and I were college friends. He wrote me about you." But +though I didn't look at him that first time, I thought he had the +kindest voice that ever was--except mother's--and perhaps that was why +I selected psychology for my specialty. I was afraid I might be stupid, +and I knew he was kind. And then came that happy time when I was getting +acquainted with everybody, and Mr. Dane was always doing things for me. +"I'm awfully fond of Charlie Ned, you know," he told me. "You must let +me take his place." Then Mr. Goward told me all those things at the +dance, how he had found life a bitter waste, how he had been betrayed +over and over by the vain and worldly, and how his heart was dead and +nobody could bring it to life but me. He said I was his fate and his +guiding-star, and since love was a mutual flame that meant he was my +fate, too. But it seemed as if that were the beginning of all my bad +luck, for about that time Stillman Dane was different, and one day he +stopped me in the yard when I was going to chapel. + +"Miss Peggy," said he, "don't let's quarrel." + +He held out his hand, and I gave him mine quickly. + +"No," said I, "I'm not quarrelling." + +"I want to ask you something," said he. "You must answer, truly. If +I have a friend and she's doing something foolish, should I tell her? +Should I write to her brother and tell him?" + +"Why," said I, "do you mean me?" Then I understood. "You think I'm not +doing very well in my psychology," I said. "You think I've made a wrong +choice." I looked at him then. I never saw him look just so. He had my +hand, and now I took it away. But he wouldn't talk about the psychology. + +"Peggy," said he, "do your people know Goward?" + +"They will in vacation," I said. "He's going home with me. We're +engaged, you know." + +"Oh!" said he. "Oh! Then it is true. Let him meet Charles Edward at +once, will you? Tell Charles Edward I particularly want him to know +Goward." His voice sounded sharp and quick, and he turned away and left +me. But I didn't give his message to Charles Edward, and somehow, I +don't know why, I didn't talk about him after I came home. "Dane never +wrote me whether he looked you up," said Charles Edward one day. "Not +very civil of him." But even then I couldn't tell him. Mr. Dane is one +of the people I never can talk about as if they were like everybody +else. Perhaps that is because he is so kind in a sort of intimate, +beautiful way. And when I went back after vacation he had resigned, and +they said he had inherited some money and gone away, and after he went +I never understood the psychology at all. Mr. Goward used to laugh at +me for taking it, only he said I could get honors in anything, my verbal +memory is so good. But I told him, and it is true, that the last part of +the book is very dull. While I was going over all this, still with that +strange excited feeling of happiness, I heard Aunt Elizabeth's voice +from below. She was calling, softly: "Peggy! Peggy! Are you up there?" + +I got on my feet just as quietly as I could, and slipped through +mother's room and down the back stairs. Mother was in the vegetable +garden watering the transplanted lettuce. I ran out to her. "Mother," I +said, "may I go over to Lorraine's and spend the night?" + +"Yes, lamb," said mother. That's a good deal for mother to say. + +"I'll run over now," I told her. "I won't stop to take anything. +Lorraine will give me a nightie." + +I went through the vegetable garden to the back gate and out into the +street. There I drew a long breath. I don't know what I thought Aunt +Elizabeth could do to me, but I felt safe. Then--I could laugh at it +all, because it seems as if I must have been sort of crazy that night--I +began to run as if I couldn't get there fast enough. But when I got +to the steps I heard Lorraine laughing, and I stopped to listen to see +whether any one was there. + +"I tell Peter," said she, "that it's his opportunity. Don't you remember +the Great Magician's story of the man who was always afraid he should +miss his opportunity? And the opportunity came, and, sure enough, the +man didn't know it, and it slipped by. Well, that mustn't be Peter." + +"It musn't be any of us," said a voice. "Things are mighty critical, +though. It's as if everybody, the world and the flesh and the Whole +Family, had been blundering round and setting their feet down as near as +they could to a flower. But the flower isn't trampled yet. We'll build +a fence round it." My heart beat so fast that I had to put my hand +over it. I wondered if I were going to have heart-failure, and I knew +grandmother would say, "Digitalis!" When I thought of that I laughed, +and Lorraine called out, "Who's there?" She came to the long window. +"Why, Peggy, child," said she, "come in." She had me by the hand and +led me forward. They got up as I stepped in, Charles Edward and Stillman +Dane. Then I knew why I was glad. If Stillman Dane had been here +all these dreadful things would not have happened, because he is +a psychologist, and he would have understood everybody at once and +influenced them before they had time to do wrong. + +"Jove!" said Charles Edward. "Don't you look handsome, Peg!" + +"Goose!" said Lorraine, as if she wanted him to be still. "A good neat +girl is always handsome. There's an epigram for you. And Peggy's hair is +loose in three places. Let me fix it for you, child." + +So we all laughed, and Lorraine pinned me up in a queer, tender way, as +if she were mother dress-me for something important, and we sat down, +and began to talk about college. I am afraid Stillman Dane and I did +most of the talking, for Lorraine and Charles Edward looked at each +other and smiled a little, in a fashion they have, as if they understood +each other, and Lorraine got up to show him the bag she had bought that +day for the steamer; and while she was holding it out to him and asking +him if it cost too much, she stopped short and called out, sharply, +"Who's there?" I laughed. "Lorraine has the sharpest ears," I said. +"Ears!" said Lorraine. "It isn't ears. I smell orris. She's coming. Mr. +Dane, will you take Peggy out of that window into the garden? Don't yip, +either of you, while you're within gunshot, and don't appear till I tell +you." + +"Lorraine!" came a voice, softly, from the front walk. It was Aunt +Elizabeth. She has a way of calling to announce herself in a sweet, +cooing tone. I said to Charles Edward once it was like a dove, and he +said: "No, my child, not doves, but woodcock." Alice giggled and called +out, quite loudly, '"Springes to catch woodcock!'" And he shook his head +at her and said, "You all-knowing imp! isn't even Shakespeare hidden +from you?" But now the voice didn't sound sweet to me at all, because +I wanted to get away. We rose at the same minute, Mr. Dane and I, and +Lorraine seemed to waft us from the house on a kind little wind. At +the foot of the steps we stopped for fear the gravel should crunch, and +while we waited for Aunt Elizabeth to go in the other way I looked at +Mr. Dane to see if he wanted to laugh as much as I. He did. His eyes +were full of fun and pleasure, and he gave me a little nod, as if we +were two children going to play a game we knew all about. Then I heard +Aunt Elizabeth's voice inside. It was low and broken--what Charles +Edward called once her "come-and-comfort-me" voice. + +"Dears," said she, "you are going abroad?" + +"Yes," Charles Edward answered. "Yes, it looks that way now." + +"Yes," said Lorraine, rather sharply, I thought, as if she meant to show +him he ought to be more decisive, "we are." + +"Dears," Aunt Elizabeth went on, "will you take me with you?" + +Mr. Dane started as if he meant to go back into the house. I must have +started, too, and my heart beat hard. There was a silence of a minute, +two minutes, three perhaps. Then I heard Charles Edward speak, in a +voice I didn't know he had. + +"No, Aunt Elizabeth, no. Not so you'd notice it." + +Mr. Dane gave a nod as if he were relieved, and we both began tiptoeing +down the path in the dark. But it wasn't dark any more. The moon was +coming through the locust-trees, and I smelled the lindens by the wall. +"Oh," I said, "it's summer, isn't it? I don't believe I've thought of +summer once this year." + +"Yes," said he, "and there never was a summer such as this is going to +be." + +I knew he was very athletic, but I don't believe I'd thought how much +he cared for out-of-doors. "Come down here," I said. "This is Lorraine's +jungle. There's a seat in it, and we can smell the ferns." + +Charles Edward had been watering the garden, and everything was sweet. +Thousands of odors came out such as I never smelled before. And all +the time the moon was rising. After we had sat there awhile, talking a +little about college, about my trip abroad, I suddenly found I could not +go on. There were tears in my eyes. I felt as if so good a friend ought +to know how I had behaved--for I must have been very weak and silly to +make such a mistake. He ought to hear the worst about me. "Oh," I said, +"do you know what happened to me?" + +He made a little movement toward me with both hands. Then he took them +back and sat quite still and said, in that kind voice: "I know you are +going abroad, and when you come back you will laugh at the dolls you +played with when you were a child." But I cried, softly, though, because +it was just as if I were alone, thinking things out and being sorry, +sorry for myself--and ashamed. Until now I'd never known how ashamed I +was. "Don't cry, child," he was saying. "For God's sake, don't cry!" I +think it came over me then, as it hadn't before, that all that part of +my life was spoiled. I'd been engaged and thought I liked somebody, +and now it was all over and done. "I don't know what I'm crying for," I +said, at last, when I could stop. "I suppose it's because I'm different +now, different from the other girls, different from myself. I can't ever +be happy any more." + +He spoke, very quickly. "Is it because you liked Goward so much?" + +"Like him!" I said. "Like Harry Goward? Why, I--" There I stopped, +because I couldn't think of any word small enough, and I think he +understood, for he laughed out quickly. + +"Now," said he, "I'm a psychologist. You remember that, don't you? It +used to impress you a good deal." + +"Oh," said I, "it does impress me. Nobody has ever seemed so wise as +you. Nobody!" + +"Then it's understood that I'm a sage from the Orient. I know the +workings of the human mind. And I tell you a profound truth: that the +only way to stop thinking of a thing is to stop thinking of it. Now, +you're not to think of Goward and all this puppet-show again. Not a +minute. Not an instant. Do you hear?" He sounded quite stern, and I +answered as if I had been in class. + +"Yes, sir." + +"You are to think of Italy, and how blue the sea is--and Germany, and +how good the beer is--and Charlie Ned and Lorraine, and what trumps they +are. Do you hear?" + +"Yes, sir," said I, and because I knew we were going to part and there +would be nobody else to advise me in the same way, I went on in a great +hurry for fear there should not be time. "I can't live at home even +after we come back. I could never be pointed at, like Aunt Elizabeth, +and have people whisper and say I've had a disappointment. I must make +my own life. I must have a profession. Do you think I could teach? Do +you think I could learn to teach--psychology?" + +He didn't answer for a long time, and I didn't dare look at him, though +the moon was so bright now that I could see how white his hand was, +lying on his knee, and the chasing of the ring on his little finger. It +had been his mother's engagement ring, he told me once. But he spoke, +and very gently and seriously. "I am sure you could teach some things. +Whether psychology--but we can talk of that later. There'll be lots of +time. It proves I am going over on the same steamer with Charlie Ned and +Lorraine and you." + +"You are!" I cried. "Why, I never heard of anything so--" I couldn't +find the word for it, but everything stopped being puzzling and unhappy +and looked clear and plain. + +"Yes," said he. "It's very convenient, isn't it? We can talk over your +future, and you could even take a lesson or two in psychology. But I +fancy we shall have a good deal to do looking for porpoises and asking +what the run is. People are terribly busy at sea." + +Then it occurred to me that he had never been here before, and why was +he here now? "How did you happen to come?" I asked. I suppose I really +felt as if God sent him. + +"Why," said he, "why--" Then he laughed. "Well," said he, "to tell the +truth, I was going abroad if--if certain things happened, and I needed +to make sure. I didn't want to write, so I ran down to see Charlie Ned." + +"But could he tell you?" said I. "And had they happened?" + +He laughed, as if at something I needn't share. "No," he said, "the +things weren't going to happen. But I decided to go abroad." + +I was "curiouser and curiouser," as Lorraine says. + +"But," I insisted, "what had Charles Edward to do with it?" + +There were a great many pauses that night as if, I think, he didn't +know what was wise to say. I should imagine it would always be so with +psychologists. They understand so well what effect every word will have. + +"Well, to tell the truth," he answered, at last, in a kind, darling way, +"I wanted to make sure all was well with my favorite pupil before I left +the country. I couldn't quite go without it." + +"Mr. Dane," I said, "you don't mean me?" + +"Yes," he answered, "I mean you." + +I could have danced and sung with happiness. "Oh," said I, "then I must +have been a better scholar than I thought. I feel as if I could teach +psychology--this minute." + +"You could," said he, "this minute." And we both laughed and didn't +know, after all, what we were laughing at--at least I didn't. But +suddenly I was cold with fear. + +"Why," I said, "if you've only really decided to go to-night, how do you +know you can get a passage on our ship?" + +"Because, sweet Lady Reason," said he, "I used Charlie Ned's telephone +and found out." (That was a pretty name--sweet Lady Reason.) + +We didn't talk any more then for a long time, because suddenly the moon +seemed so bright and the garden so sweet. But all at once I heard a step +on the gravel walk, and I knew who it was. "That's Charles Edward," I +said. "He's been home with Aunt Elizabeth. We must go in." + +"No!" said he. "No, Peggy. There won't be such another night." Then +he laughed quickly and got up. "Yes," he said, "there will be such +nights--over and over again. Come, Peggy, little psychologist, we'll go +in." + +We found Lorraine and Charles Edward standing in the middle of the room, +holding hands and looking at each other. "You're a hero," Lorraine was +saying, "and a gentleman and a scholar and my own particular Peter." + +"Don't admire me," said Charles Edward, "or you'll get me so bellicose I +shall have to challenge Lyman Wilde. Poor old chap! I believe to my soul +he's had the spirit to make off." + +"Speak gently of Lyman Wilde," said Lorraine. "I never forget what we +owe him. Sometimes I burn a candle to his photograph. I've even dropped +a tear before it. Well, children?" She turned her bright eyes on us as +if she liked us very much, and we two stood facing them two, and it all +seemed quite solemn. Suddenly Charles Edward put out his hand and shook +Mr. Dane's, and they both looked very much moved, as grandmother would +say. I hadn't known they liked each other so well. + +"Do you know what time it is?" said Lorraine. "Half-past eleven by +Shrewsbury clock. I'll bake the cakes and draw the ale." + +"Gee whiz!" said Mr. Dane. I'd never heard things like that. It sounded +like Billy, and I liked it. "I've got to catch that midnight train." + +For a minute it seemed as if we all stood shouting at one another, +Lorraine asking him to stay all night, Charles Edward giving him a cigar +to smoke on the way, I explaining to Lorraine that I'd sleep on the +parlor sofa and leave the guest-room free, and Mr. Dane declaring he'd +got a million things to do before sailing. Then he and Charles Edward +dashed out into the night, as Alice would say, and I should have thought +it was a dream that he'd been there at all except that I felt his touch +on my hand. And Lorraine put her arms round me and kissed me and said, +"Now, you sweet child, run up-stairs and look at the moonlight and +dream--and dream--and dream." + +I don't know whether I slept that night; but, if I did, I did not dream. + +The next forenoon I waited until eleven o'clock before I went home. I +wanted to be sure Aunt Elizabeth was safely away at Whitman. Yet, after +all, I did not dread her now. I had been told what to do. Some one +was telling me of a song the other day, "Command me, dear." I had been +commanded to stop thinking of all those things I hated. I had done it. +Mother met me at the steps. She seemed a little anxious, but when she +had put her hand on my shoulder and really looked at me she smiled the +way I love to see her smile. "That's a good girl!" said she. Then she +added, quickly, as if she thought I might not like it and ought to know +at once, "Aunt Elizabeth saw Dr. Denbigh going by to Whitman, and she +asked him to take her over." + +"Did she?" said I. "Oh, mother, the old white rose is out!" + +"There they are, back again," said mother. "He's leaving her at the +gate." + +Well, we both waited for Aunt Elizabeth to come up the path. I picked +the first white rose and made mother smell it, and when I had smelled +it myself I began to sing under my breath, "Come into the garden, Maud," +because I remembered last night. + +"Hush, child," said mother, quickly. "Elizabeth, you are tired. Come +right in." + +Aunt Elizabeth's lip trembled a little. I thought she was going to cry. +I had never known her to cry, though I had seen tears in her eyes, and +I remember once, when she was talking to Dr. Denbigh, Charles Edward +noticed them and laughed. "Those are not idle tears, Peg," he said to me +"They're getting in their work." + +Now I was so sorry for her that I stopped thinking of last night and put +it all away. It seemed cruel to be so happy. Aunt Elizabeth sat down +on the step and mother brought her an eggnog. It had been all ready for +grandmother, and I could see mother thought Aunt Elizabeth needed it, if +she was willing to make grandmother wait. + +"Ada," said Aunt Elizabeth, suddenly, as she sipped it, "what was Dr. +Denbigh's wife like?" + +"Why," said mother, "I'd almost forgotten he had a wife, it was so long +ago. She died in the first year of their marriage." + +Aunt Elizabeth laughed a little, almost as if no one were there. "He +began to talk about her quite suddenly this morning," she said. "It +seems Peg reminds him of her. He is devoted to her memory. That's what +he said--devoted to her memory." + +"That's good," said mother, cheerfully, as if she didn't know quite what +to say. "More letters, Lily? Any for us?" I could see mother was very +tender of her for some reason, or she never would have called her Lily. + +"For me," said Aunt Elizabeth, as if she were tired. "From Mrs. +Chataway. A package, too. It looks like visiting-cards. That seems to +be from her, too." She broke open the package. "Why!" said she, "of all +things! Why!" + +"That's pretty engraving," said mother, looking over her shoulder. +She must have thought they were Aunt Elizabeth's cards. "Why! of all +things!" + +Aunt Elizabeth began to flush pink and then scarlet. She looked as +pretty as a rose, but a little angry, I thought. She put up her head +rather haughtily. "Mrs. Chataway is very eccentric," she said. "A +genius, quite a genius in her own line. Ada, I won't come down to +luncheon. This has been sufficient. Let me have some tea in my own room +at four, please." She got up, and her letter and one of the cards fell +to the floor. I picked them up for her, and I saw on the card: + + Mrs. Ronald Chataway + Magnetic Healer and Mediumistic Divulger + Lost Articles a Specialty + +I don't know why, but I thought, like mother and Aunt Elizabeth, "Well, +of all things!" + +But the rest of that day mother and I were too busy to exchange a +word about Mrs. Chataway or even Aunt Elizabeth. We plunged into my +preparations to sail, and talked dresses and hats, and ran ribbons in +things, and I burned letters and one photograph (I burned that without +looking at it), and suddenly mother got up quickly and dropped her +lapful of work. "My stars!" said she, "I've forgotten Aunt Elizabeth's +tea." + +"It's of no consequence, dear," said Aunt Elizabeth's voice at the door. +"I asked Katie to bring it up." + +"Why," said mother, "you're not going?" + +I held my breath. Aunt Elizabeth looked so pretty. She was dressed, as +I never saw her before, a close-fitting black gown and a plain white +collar and a little close black hat. She looked almost like some sister +of charity. + +"Ada," said she, "and Peggy, I am going to tell you something, and it is +my particular desire that you keep it from the whole family. They +would not understand. I am going to ally myself with Mrs. Chataway in a +connection which will lead to the widest possible influence for her and +for me. In Mrs. Chataway's letter to-day she urges me to join her. She +says I have enormous magnetism and--and other qualifications." + +"Don't you want me to tell Cyrus?" said mother. She spoke quite faintly. + +"You can simply tell Cyrus that I have gone to Mrs. Chataway's," said +Aunt Elizabeth. "You can also tell him I shall be too occupied to +return. Good-bye, Ada. Good-bye, Peggy. Remember, it is the bruised herb +that gives out the sweetest odor." + +Before I could stop myself I had laughed, out of happiness, I think. For +I remembered how the spearmint had smelled in the garden when Stillman +Dane and I stepped on it in the dark and how bright the moon was, and I +knew nobody could be unhappy very long. + +"I telephoned for a carriage," said Aunt Elizabeth. "There it is." She +and mother were going down the stairs, and suddenly I felt I couldn't +have her go like that. + +"Oh, Aunt--Aunt Lily!" I called. "Stop! I want to speak to you." I ran +after her. "I'm going to have a profession, too," I said. "I'm going to +devote my life to it, and I am just as glad as I can be." I put my arms +round her and kissed her on her soft, pink cheeks, and we both cried a +little. Then she went away. + + + + +XII. THE FRIEND OF THE FAMILY, by Henry Van Dyke + + "Eastridge, June 3, 1907. + + "To Gerrit Wendell, The Universe Club, New York: + + "Do you remember promise? Come now, if possible. Much needed. + + "Cyrus Talbert." + +This was the telegram that Peter handed me as I came out of the +coat-room at the Universe and stood under the lofty gilded ceiling of +the great hall, trying to find myself at home again in the democratic +simplicity of the United States. For two years I had been travelling +in the effete, luxurious Orient as a peace correspondent for a famous +newspaper; sleeping under canvas in Syria, in mud houses in Persia, +in paper cottages in Japan; riding on camel-hump through Arabia, on +horseback through Afghanistan, in palankeen through China, and faring on +such food as it pleased Providence to send. The necessity of putting +my next book through the press (The Setting Splendors of the East) had +recalled me to the land of the free and the home of the brave. Two +hours after I had landed from the steamship, thirty seconds after I had +entered the club, there was Peter, in his green coat and brass +buttons, standing in the vast, cool hall among the immense columns of +verd-antique, with my telegram on a silver tray, which he presented to +me with a discreet expression of welcome in his well-trained face, as +if he hesitated to inquire where I had been, but ventured to hope that +I had enjoyed my holiday and that there was no bad news in my despatch. +The perfection of the whole thing brought me back with a mild surprise +to my inheritance as an American, and made me dimly conscious of the +point to which New York has carried republicanism and the simple life. + +But the telegram--read hastily in the hall, and considered at leisure +while I took a late breakfast at my favorite table in the long, stately, +oak-panelled dining-room, high above the diminished roar of Fifth +Avenue--the telegram carried me out to Eastridge, that self-complacent +overgrown village among the New York hills, where people still lived in +villas with rubber-plants in the front windows, and had dinner in +the middle of the day, and attended church sociables, and listened +to Fourth-of-July orations. It was there that I had gone, green from +college, to take the assistant-editorship of that flapping sheet The +Eastridge Banner; and there I had found Cyrus Talbert beginning his work +in the plated-ware factory--the cleanest, warmest, biggest heart of a +man that I have known yet, with a good-nature that covered the bed-rock +of his conscience like an apple orchard on a limestone ridge. In +the give-and-take of every day he was easy-going, kindly, a lover of +laughter; but when you struck down to a question of right and wrong, +or, rather, when he conceived that he heard the divine voice of duty, he +became absolutely immovable--firm, you would call it if you agreed with +him, obstinate if you differed. + +After all, a conscience like that is a good thing to have at the bottom +of a friendship. I could be friends with a man of almost any religion, +but hardly with a man of none. Certainly the intimacy that sprang up +between Talbert and me was fruitful in all the good things that cheer +life's journey from day to day, and deep enough to stand the strain of +life's earthquakes and tornadoes. There was a love-affair that might +have split us apart; but it only put the rivets into our friendship. +For both of us in that affair--yes, all three of us, thank God--played a +straight game. There was a time of loss and sorrow for me when he proved +himself more true and helpful than any brother that I ever knew. I was +best man at his wedding; and because he married a girl that understood, +his house became more like a home to me than any other place that my +wandering life has found. + +I saw its amazing architectural proportions erupt into the pride of +Eastridge. I saw Cyrus himself, with all his scroll-saw tastes and +mansard-roof opinions, by virtue of sheer honesty and thorough-going +human decency, develop into the unassuming "first citizen" of the +town, trusted even by those who laughed at him, and honored most by his +opponents. I saw his aggravating family of charming children grow around +him--masterful Maria, aesthetic Charles Edward, pretty Peggy, fairy-tale +Alice, and boisterous Billy--each at heart lovable and fairly good; but, +taken in combination, bewildering and perplexing to the last degree. + +Cyrus had a late-Victorian theory in regard to the education of +children, that individuality should not be crushed--give them what they +want--follow the line of juvenile insistence--all the opportunities and +no fetters. This late-Victorian theory had resulted in the production +of a collection of early-Rooseveltian personalities around him, whose +simultaneous interaction sometimes made his good old head swim. As +a matter of fact, the whole family, including Talbert's preposterous +old-maid sister Elizabeth (the biggest child of the lot), absolutely +depended on the good sense of Cyrus and his wife, and would have been +helpless without them. But, as a matter of education, each child had a +secret illusion of superiority to the parental standard, and not only +made wild dashes at originality and independent action, but at the +same time cherished a perfect mania for regulating and running all the +others. Independence was a sacred tradition in the Talbert family; but +interference was a fixed nervous habit, and complication was a chronic +social state. The blessed mother understood them all, because she +loved them all. Cyrus loved them all, but the only one he thought he +understood was Peggy, and her he usually misunderstood, because she was +so much like him. But he was fair to them all--dangerously fair--except +when his subcutaneous conscience reproached him with not doing his duty; +then he would cut the knot of family interference with some tremendous +stroke of paternal decision unalterable as a law of the Medes and +Persians. + +All this was rolling through my memory as I breakfasted at the Universe +and considered the telegram from Eastridge. + +"Do you remember promise?" Of course I remembered. Was it likely that +either of us would forget a thing like that? We were in the dingy little +room that he called his "den"; it was just after the birth of his third +child. I had told my plan of letting the staff of The Banner fall into +other hands and going out into the world to study the nations when they +were not excited by war, and write about people who were not disguised +in soldier-clothes. "That's a big plan," he said, "and you'll go far, +and be long away at times." I admitted that it was likely. "Well," he +continued, laying down his pipe, "if you ever are in trouble and can't +get back here, send word, and I'll come." I told him that there was +little I could do for him or his (except to give superfluous advice), +but if they ever needed me a word would bring me to them. Then I laid +down my pipe, and we stood up in front of the fire and shook hands. That +was all the promise there was; but it brought him down to Panama to +get me, five years later, when I was knocked out with the fever; and it +would take me back to Eastridge now by the first train. + +But what wasteful brevity in that phrase, "much needed"! What did that +mean? (Why will a man try to put a forty-word meaning into a ten-word +telegram?) Sickness? Business troubles? One of those independent, +interfering children in a scrape? One thing I was blessedly sure of: it +did not mean any difficulty between Cyrus and his wife; they were of +the tribe who marry for love and love for life. But the need must be +something serious and urgent, else he never would have sent for me. +With a family like his almost anything might happen. Perhaps Aunt +Elizabeth--I never could feel any confidence in a red-haired female who +habitually dressed in pink. Or perhaps Charles Edward--if that young +man's artistic ability had been equal to his sense of it there would +have been less danger in taking him into the factory. Or probably Maria, +with her great head for business--oh, Maria, I grant you, is like what +the French critic said of the prophet Habakkuk, "capable de tout." + +But why puzzle any longer over that preposterous telegram? If my friend +Talbert was in any kind of trouble under the sun, there was just one +thing that I wanted--to get to him as quickly as possible. Find when +the first train started and arrived--send a lucid despatch--no expensive +parsimony in telegraphing: + +'"To Cyrus Talbert, Eastridge, Massachusetts: + +"I arrived this morning on the Dilatoria and found your telegram here. +Expect me on the noon train due at Eastridge five forty-three this +afternoon. I hope all will go well. Count on me always. Gerrit Wendell." + +It was a relief to find him on the railway platform when the train +rolled in, his broad shoulders as square as ever, his big head showing +only a shade more of gray, a shade less of red, in its strawberry roan, +his face shining with the welcome which he expressed, as usual, in +humorous disguise. + +"Here you are," he cried, "browner and thinner than ever! Give me that +bag. How did you leave my friend the Shah of Persia?" + +"Better," I said, stepping into the open carriage, "since he got on the +water-wagon--uses nothing but Eastridge silver-plated ice-pitchers now." + +"And my dear friend the Empress of China?" he asked, as he got in beside +me. + +"She has recovered her digestion," I answered, "due entirely to the +abandonment of chop-sticks and the adoption of Eastridge knives and +forks. But now it's my turn to ask a question. How are YOU?" + +"Well," said he. "And the whole family is well, and we've all grown +tremendously, but we haven't changed a bit, and the best thing that has +happened to us for three years is seeing you again." + +"And the factory?" I asked. "How does the business of metallic humbug +thrive?" + +"All right," he answered. "There's a little slackening in chafing-dishes +just now, but ice-cream knives are going off like hot cakes. The factory +is on a solid basis; hard times won't hurt us." + +"Well, then," said I, a little perplexed, "what in Heaven's name did you +mean by sending that--" + +"Hold on," said Talbert, gripping my knee and looking grave for a +moment, "just you wait. I need you badly enough or else the telegram +never would have gone to you. I'll tell you about it after supper. Till +then, never mind--or, rather, no matter; for it's nothing material, +after all, but there's a lot in it for the mind." + +I knew then that he was in one of his fundamental moods, imperviously +jolly on the surface, inflexibly Puritan underneath, and that the only +thing to do was to let the subject rest until he chose to take it up in +earnest. So we drove along, chaffing and laughing, until we came to the +dear, old, ugly house. The whole family were waiting on the veranda to +bid me welcome home. Mrs. Talbert took my hands with a look that said +it all. Her face had not grown a shade older, to me, since I first +knew her; and her eyes--the moment you look into them you feel that she +understands. Alice seemed to think that she had become too grown-up to +be kissed, even by the friend of the family; and I thought so, too. But +pretty Peggy was of a different mind. There is something about the way +that girl kisses an old gentleman that almost makes him wish himself +young again. + +At supper we had the usual tokens of festivity: broiled chickens and +pop-overs and cool, sliced tomatoes and ice-cream with real strawberries +in it (how good and clean it tasted after Ispahan and Bagdad!) and the +usual family arguing and joking (how natural and wholesome it sounded +after Vienna and Paris!). I thought Maria looked rather strenuous and +severe, as if something important were on her mind, and Billy and Alice, +at moments, had a conscious air. But Charles Edward and Lorraine were +distinctly radiant, and Peggy was demurely jolly. She sounded like her +father played on a mandolin. + +After supper Talbert took me to the summer-house at the foot of the +garden to smoke. Our first cigars were about half burned out when he +began to unbosom himself. + +"I've been a fool," he said, "an idiot, and, what is more, an unnatural +and neglectful father, cruel to my children when I meant to be kind, a +shirker of my duty, and a bringer of trouble on those that I love best." + +"As for example?" I asked. + +"Well, it is Peggy!" he broke out. "You know, I like her best of them +all, next to Ada; can't help it. She is nearer to me, somehow. The +finest, most unselfish little girl! But I've been just selfish enough +to let her get into trouble, and be talked about, and have her heart +broken, and now they've put her into a position where she's absolutely +helpless, a pawn in their fool game, and the Lord only knows what's to +come of it all unless he makes me man enough to do my duty." + +From this, of course, I had to have the whole story, and I must say +it seemed to me most extraordinary--a flagrant case of idiotic +interference. Peggy had been sent away to one of those curious +institutions that they call a "coeducational college," chiefly because +Maria had said that she ought to understand the duties of modern +womanhood; she had gone, without the slightest craving for "the higher +education," but naturally with the idea of having a "good time"; and +apparently she had it, for she came home engaged to a handsome, amatory +boy, one of her fellow "students," named Goward. At this point Aunt +Elizabeth, with her red hair and pink frock, had interfered and lured +off the Goward, who behaved in a manner which appeared to me to reduce +him to a negligible quantity. But the family evidently did not think so, +for they all promptly began to interfere, Maria and Charles Edward and +Alice and even Billy, each one with an independent plan, either to lure +the Goward back or to eliminate him. Alice had the most original idea, +which was to marry Peggy to Dr. Denbigh; but this clashed with Maria's +idea, which was to entangle the doctor with Aunt Elizabeth in order that +the Goward might be recaptured. It was all extremely complicated and +unnecessary (from my point of view), and of course it transpired and +circulated through the gossip of the town, and poor Peggy was much +afflicted and ashamed. Now the engagement was off; Aunt Elizabeth had +gone into business with a clairvoyant woman in New York; Goward was in +the hospital with a broken arm, and Peggy was booked to go to Europe on +Saturday with Charles Edward and Lorraine. + +"Quite right," I exclaimed at this point in the story. "Everything has +turned out just as it should, like a romance in an old-fashioned ladies' +magazine." + +"Not at all," broke out Talbert; "you don't know the whole of it, Maria +has told me" (oh, my prophetic soul, Maria!) "that Charley and his wife +have asked a friend of theirs, a man named Dane, ten years older than +Peggy, a professor in that blank coeducational college, to go with them, +and that she is sure they mean to make her marry him." + +"What Dane is that?" I interrupted. "Is his first name Stillman--nephew +of my old friend Harvey Dane, the publisher? Because, if that's so, I +know him; about twenty-eight years old; good family, good head, good +manners, good principles; just the right age and the right kind for +Peggy--a very fine fellow indeed." + +"That makes no difference," continued Cyrus, fiercely. "I don't care +whose nephew he is, nor how old he is, nor what his manners are. My +point is that Peggy positively shall not be pushed, or inveigled, or +dragooned, or personally conducted into marrying anybody at all! Billy +and Alice were wandering around Charley's garden last Friday night, and +they report that Professor Dane was there with Peggy. Alice says that +she looked pale and drooping, 'like the Bride of Lammermoor.' There has +been enough of this meddling with my little Peggy, I say, and I'm to +blame for it. I don't know whether her heart is broken or not. I don't +know whether she still cares for that fellow Goward or not. I don't know +what she wants to do--but whatever it is she shall do it, I swear. She +sha'n't be cajoled off to Europe with Charles Edward and Lorraine to be +flung at the head of the first professor who turns up. I'll do my duty +by my little girl. She shall stay at home and be free. There has been +too much interference in this family, and I'm damned if I stand any +more; I'll interfere myself now." + +It was not the unusual violence of the language in the last sentence +that convinced me. I had often seen religious men affected in that way +after an over-indulgence in patience and mild behavior. It was that +ominous word, "my duty," which made me sure that Talbert had settled +down on the bed-rock of his conscience and was not to be moved. Why, +then, had he sent for me, I asked, since he had made up his mind? + +"Well," said he, "in the first place, I hadn't quite made it up when I +sent the telegram. And in the second place, now that you have helped me +to see absolutely what is right to do, I want you to speak to my wife +about it. She doesn't agree with me, wants Peggy to go to Europe, thinks +there cannot be any risk in it. You know how she has always adored +Charles Edward. Will you talk to her?" + +"I will," said I, after a moment of reflection, "on one condition. You +may forbid Peggy's journey, to-morrow morning if you like. Break it +off peremptorily, if you think it's your duty. But don't give up her +state-room on the ship. And if you can be convinced between now and +Saturday that the danger of interference with her young affections is +removed, and that she really needs and wants to go, you let her go! Will +you?" + +"I will," said he. And with that we threw away the remainder of our +second cigars, and I went up to the side porch to talk with Mrs. +Talbert. What we said I leave you to imagine. I have always thought her +the truest and tenderest woman in the world, but I never knew till that +night just how clear-headed and brave she was. She agreed with me that +Peggy's affair, up to now more or less foolish, though distressing, +had now reached a dangerous stage, a breaking-point. The child was +overwrought. A wrong touch now might wreck her altogether. But the right +touch? Or, rather, no touch at all, but just an open door before her? +Ah, that was another matter. My plan was a daring one; it made her +tremble a little, but perhaps it was the best one; at all events, she +could see no other. Then she stood up and gave me both hands again. "I +will trust you, my friend," said she. "I know that you love us and our +children. You shall do what you think best and I will be satisfied. +Good-night." + +The difficulty with the situation, as I looked it over carefully +while indulging in a third cigar in my bedroom, was that the time was +desperately short. It was now one o'clock on Tuesday morning. About nine +Cyrus would perform his sacred duty of crushing his darling Peggy by +telling her that she must stay in Eastridge. At ten o'clock on Saturday +the Chromatic would sail with Charles Edward and Lorraine and Stillman +Dane. Yet there were two things that I was sure of: one was that Peggy +ought to go with them, and the other was that it would be good for her +to--but on second thought I prefer to keep the other thing for the end +of my story. My mind was fixed, positively and finally, that the habit +of interference in the Talbert family must be broken up. I never +could understand what it is that makes people so crazy to interfere, +especially in match-making. It is a lunacy. It is presuming, irreverent, +immoral, intolerable. So I worked out my little plan and went to sleep. + +Peggy took her father's decree (which was administered to her privately +after breakfast on Tuesday) most loyally. Of course, he could not give +her his real reasons, and so she could not answer them. But when she +appeared at dinner it was clear, in spite of a slight rosy hue about her +eyes, that she had decided to accept the sudden change in the situation +like a well-bred angel--which, in fact, she is. + +I had run down to Whitman in the morning train to make a call on young +Goward, and found him rather an amiable boy, under the guard of an +adoring mother, who thought him a genius and was convinced that he had +been entrapped by designing young women. I agreed with her so heartily +that she left me alone with him for a half-hour. His broken arm was +doing well; his amatoriness was evidently much reduced by hospital diet; +he was in a repentant frame of mind and assured me that he knew he had +been an ass as well as a brute (synonymes, dear boy), and that he was +now going West to do some honest work in the world before he thought any +more about girls. I commended his manly decision. He was rather rueful +over the notion that he might have hurt Miss Talbert by his bad conduct. +I begged him not to distress himself, his first duty now was to get +well. I asked him if he would do me the favor, with the doctor's +permission, of taking the fresh air with his mother on the terrace of +the hospital about half-past five that afternoon. He looked puzzled, but +promised that he would do it; and so we parted. + +After dinner I requested Peggy to make me happy by going for a little +drive in the runabout with me. She came down looking as fresh as a wild +rose, in a soft, white dress with some kind of light greenery about +it, and a pale green sash around her waist, and her pretty, sunset hair +uncovered. If there is any pleasanter avocation for an old fellow than +driving in an open buggy with a girl like that, I don't know it. She +talked charmingly: about my travels; about her college friends; about +Eastridge; and at last about her disappointment in not going to Europe. +By this time we were nearing the Whitman hospital. + +"I suppose you have heard," said she, looking down at her bare hands +and blushing; "perhaps they have told you why I wanted especially to go +away." + +"Yes, my dear child," I answered, "they have told me a lot of nonsense, +and I am heartily glad that it is all over. Are you?" + +"More glad than I can tell you," she answered, frankly, looking into my +face. + +"See," said I, "there is the hospital. I believe there is a boy in there +that knows you--name of Goward." + +"Yes," she said, rather faintly, looking down again, but not changing +color. + +"Peggy," I asked, "do you still--think now, and answer truly--do you +still HATE him?" + +She waited a moment, and then lifted her clear blue eyes to mine. "No, +Uncle Gerrit, I don't hate him half as much as I hate myself. Really, I +don't hate him at all. I'm sorry for him." + +"So am I, my dear," said I, stretching my interest in the negligible +youth a little. "But he is getting well, and he is going West as soon +as possible. Look, is that the boy yonder, sitting on the terrace with +a fat lady, probably his mother? Do you feel that you could bow to him, +just to oblige me?" + +She flashed a look at me. "I'll do it for that reason, and for another, +too," she said. And then she nodded her red head, in the prettiest way, +and threw in an honest smile and a wave of her hand for good measure. I +was proud of her. The boy stood up and took off his hat. I could see +him blush a hundred feet away. Then his mother evidently asked him a +question, and he turned to answer her, and so EXIT Mr. Goward. + +The end of our drive was even pleasanter than the beginning. Peggy was +much interested in a casual remark expressing my pleasure in hearing +that she had recently met the nephew of one of my very old friends, +Stillman Dane. + +"Oh," she cried, "do you know HIM? Isn't that lovely?" + +I admitted that he was a very good person to know, though I had only +seen a little of him, about six years ago. But his uncle, the one who +lately died and left a snug fortune to his favorite nephew, was one of +my old bachelor cronies, in fact, a member of the firm that published my +books. If the young man resembled his uncle he was all right. Did Peggy +like him? + +"Why, yes," she answered. "He was a professor at our college, and all +the girls thought him a perfect dandy!" + +"Dandy!" I exclaimed. "There was no sign of an excessive devotion to +dress when I knew him. It's a great pity!" + +"Oh!" she cried, laughing, "I don't mean THAT. It is only a word we +girls use; it means the same as when you say, 'A VERY FINE FELLOW +INDEED."' + +From that point we played the Stillman Dane tune, with variations, until +we reached home, very late indeed for supper. The domestic convulsion +caused by the formal announcement of Talbert's sudden decision had +passed, leaving visible traces. Maria was flushed, but triumphant; Alice +and Billy had an air of conscience-stricken importance; Charles Edward +and Lorraine were sarcastically submissive; Cyrus was resolutely jovial; +the only really tranquil one was Mrs. Talbert. Everything had been +arranged. The whole family were to go down to New York on Thursday to +stop at a hotel, and see the travellers off on Saturday morning--all +except Peggy, who was to remain at home and keep house. + +"That suits me exactly," said I, "for business calls me to town +to-morrow, but I would like to come back here on Thursday and keep house +with Peggy, if she will let me." + +She thanked me with a little smile, and so it was settled. Cyrus wanted +to know, when we were sitting in the arbor that night, if I did not +think he had done right. "Wonderfully," I said. He also wanted to know +if he might not give up that extra state-room and save a couple of +hundred dollars. I told him that he must stick to his bargain--I was +still in the game--and then I narrated the afternoon incident at the +hospital. "Good little Peggy!" he cried. "That clears up one of my +troubles. But the great objection to this European business still holds. +She shall not be driven." I agreed with him--not a single step! + +The business that called me to New York was Stillman Dane. A most +intelligent and quick-minded young gentleman--not at all a beauty +man--not even noticeably academic. He was about the middle height, +but very well set up, and evidently in good health of body and mind; a +clean-cut and energetic fellow, who had been matured by doing his work +and had himself well in hand. There was a look in his warm, brown eyes +that spoke of a heart unsullied and capable of the strongest and purest +affection; and at the same time certain lines about his chin and his +mouth, mobile but not loose lipped, promised that he would be able to +take care of himself and of the girl that he loved. His appearance and +his manner were all that I had hoped--even more, for they were not only +pleasant but thoroughly satisfactory. + +He was courteous enough to conceal his slight surprise at my visit, but +not skilful enough to disguise his interest in hearing that I had just +come from the Talberts. I told him of the agreement with Cyrus Talbert, +the subsequent conversation with Mrs. Talbert, Peggy's drive with me to +Whitman, and her views upon dandies and other cognate subjects. + +Then I explained to him quite clearly what I should conceive my duty to +be if I were in his place. He assented warmly to my view. I added that +if there were any difficulties in his mind I should advise him to lay +the case before my dear friend the Reverend George Alexanderson, of +the Irving Place Church, who was an extraordinarily sensible and human +clergyman, and to whom I would give him a personal letter stating the +facts. Upon this we shook hands heartily, and I went back to Peggy on +Thursday morning. + +The house was delightfully quiet, and she was perfection as a hostess. I +never passed a pleasanter afternoon. But the evening was interrupted +by the arrival of Stillman Dane, who said that he had run up to say +good-bye. That seemed quite polite and proper, so I begged them to +excuse me, while I went into the den to write some letters. They were +long letters. + +The next morning Peggy was evidently flustered, but divinely radiant. +She said that Mr. Dane had asked her to go driving with him--would that +be all right? I told her that I was sure it was perfectly right, but +if they went far they would find me gone when they returned, for I had +changed my mind and was going down to New York to see the voyagers +off. At this Peggy looked at me with tears sparkling in the edge of her +smile. Then she put her arms around my neck. "Good-bye," she whispered, +"good-bye! YOU'RE A DANDY TOO! Give mother my love--and THAT--and +THAT--and THAT!" + +"Well, my dear," I answered, "I rather prefer to keep THOSE for myself. +But I'll give her your message. And mind this--don't you do anything +unless you really want to do it with all your heart. God bless you! +Promise?" + +"I promise, WITH ALL MY HEART," said she, and then her soft arms were +unloosed from my neck and she ran up-stairs. That was the last word I +heard from Peggy Talbert. + + +On Saturday morning all the rest of us were on the deck of the Chromatic +by half-past nine. The usual farewell performance was in progress. +Charles Edward was expressing some irritation and anxiety over the +lateness of Stillman Dane, when that young man quietly emerged from the +music-room, with Peggy beside him in the demurest little travelling suit +with an immense breast-plate of white violets. Tom Price was the first +to recover his voice. + +"Peggy!" he cried; "Peggy, by all that's holy!" + +"Excuse me," I said, "Mr. and Mrs. Stillman Dane! And I must firmly +request every one except Mr. and Mrs. Talbert, senior, to come with me +at once to see the second steward about the seats in the dining-saloon." + +We got a good place at the end of the pier to watch the big boat swing +out into the river. She went very slowly at first, then with +astonishing quickness. Charles Edward and Lorraine were standing on +the hurricane-deck, Peggy close beside them. Dane had given her his +walking-stick, and she had tied her handkerchief to the handle. She was +standing up on a chair, with one of his hands to steady her. Her hat had +slipped back on her head. The last thing that we could distinguish +on the ship was that brave little girl, her red hair like an aureole, +waving her flag of victory and peace. "And now," said Maria, as we +turned away, "I have a lovely plan. We are all going together to our +hotel to have lunch, and after that to the matinee at--" + +I knew it was rude to interrupt, but I could not help it. + +"Pardon me, dear Maria," I said, "but you have not got it quite right. +You and Tom are going to escort Alice and Billy to Eastridge, with such +diversions by the way as seem to you appropriate. Your father and mother +are going to lunch with me at Delmonico's--but we don't want the whole +family." + + + + + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The Whole Family, by +William Dean Howells, Mary E. 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Wilkins Freeman, Mary Heaton +Vorse, Mary Stewart Cutting, Elizabeth Jordan, John Kendrick Bangs, +Henry James, Elizabeth Stuart Phelps, Edith Wyatt, Mary Raymond Shipman +Andrews, Alice Brown, Henry Van Dyke + +Language: English + +Etext prepared by Dianne Bean, Prescott Valley, Arizona. + + + +THE WHOLE FAMILY + +CONTENTS + +I. The Father by William Dean Howells +II. The Old-Maid Aunt by Mary E. Wilkins Freeman +III. The Grandmother by Mary Heaton Vorse +IV. The Daughter-in-Law by Mary Stewart Cutting +V. The School-Girl by Elizabeth Jordan +VI. The Son-in-Law by John Kendrick Bangs +VII. The Married Son by Henry James +VIII.The Married Daughter by Elizabeth Stuart Phelps +IX. The Mother by Edith Wyatt +X. The School-Boy by Mary Raymond Shipman Andrews +XI. Peggy by Alice Brown +XII. The Friend of the Family by Henry Van Dyke + + + +THE WHOLE FAMILY + +I. THE FATHER + +by William Dean Howells + +As soon as we heard the pleasant news--I suppose the news of an +engagement ought always to be called pleasant--it was decided that I +ought to speak first about it, and speak to the father. We had not been +a great while in the neighborhood, and it would look less like a bid +for the familiar acquaintance of people living on a larger scale than +ourselves, and less of an opening for our own intimacy if they turned +out to be not quite so desirable in other ways as they were in the +worldly way. For the ladies of the respective families first to offer +and receive congratulations would be very much more committing on both +sides; at the same time, to avoid the appearance of stiffness, some one +ought to speak, and speak promptly. The news had not come to us +directly from our neighbors, but authoritatively from a friend of +theirs, who was also a friend of ours, and we could not very well hold +back. So, in the cool of the early evening, when I had quite finished +rasping my lawn with the new mower, I left it at the end of the swath, +which had brought me near the fence, and said across it, + +"Good-evening!" + +My neighbor turned from making his man pour a pail of water on the +earth round a freshly planted tree, and said, "Oh, good-evening! How +d'ye do? Glad to see you!" and offered his hand over the low coping so +cordially that I felt warranted in holding it a moment. + +"I hope it's in order for me to say how very much my wife and I are +interested in the news we've heard about one of your daughters? May I +offer our best wishes for her happiness?" + +"Oh, thank you," my neighbor said. "You're very good indeed. Yes, it's +rather exciting--for us. I guess that's all for to-night, Al," he said, +in dismissal of his man, before turning to lay his arms comfortably on +the fence top. Then he laughed, before he added, to me, "And rather +surprising, too." + +"Those things are always rather surprising, aren't they?" I suggested. + +"Well, yes, I suppose they are. It oughtn't be so in our case, though, +as we've been through it twice before: once with my son--he oughtn't to +have counted, but he did--and once with my eldest daughter. Yes, you +might say you never do quite expect it, though everybody else does. +Then, in this case, she was the baby so long, that we always thought of +her as a little girl. Yes, she's kept on being the pet, I guess, and we +couldn't realize what was in the air." + +I had thought, from the first sight of him, that there was something +very charming in my neighbor's looks. He had a large, round head, which +had once been red, but was now a russet silvered, and was not too large +for his manly frame, swaying amply outward, but not too amply, at the +girth. He had blue, kind eyes, and a face fully freckled, and the girl +he was speaking of with a tenderness in his tones rather than his +words, was a young feminine copy of him; only, her head was little, +under its load of red hair, and her figure, which we had lately noticed +flitting in and out, as with a shy consciousness of being stared at on +account of her engagement, was as light as his was heavy on its feet. + +I said, "Naturally," and he seemed glad of the chance to laugh again. + +"Well, of course! And her being away at school made it all the more so. +If we'd had her under our eye, here--Well, we shouldn't have had her +under our eye if she had BEEN here; or if we had, we shouldn't have +seen what was going on; at least _I_ shouldn't; maybe her mother would. +So it's just as well it happened as it did happen, I guess. We +shouldn't have been any the wiser if we'd known all about it." I joined +him in his laugh at his paradox, and he began again. "What's that about +being the unexpected that happens? I guess what happens is what ought +to have been expected. We might have known when we let her go to a +coeducational college that we were taking a risk of losing her; but we +lost our other daughter that way, and SHE never went to ANY kind of +college. I guess we counted the chances before we let her go. What's +the use? Of course we did, and I remember saying to my wife, who's more +anxious than I am about most things--women are, I guess--that if the +worst came to the worst, it might not be such a bad thing. I always +thought it wasn't such an objectionable feature, in the coeducational +system, if the young people did get acquainted under it, and maybe so +well acquainted that they didn't want to part enemies in the end. I +said to my wife that I didn't see how, if a girl was going to get +married, she could have a better basis than knowing the fellow through +three or four years' hard work together. When you think of the sort of +hit-or-miss affairs most marriages are that young people make after a +few parties and picnics, coeducation as a preliminary to domestic +happiness doesn't seem a bad notion." + +"There's something in what you say," I assented. + +"Of course there is," my neighbor insisted. "I couldn't help laughing, +though," and he laughed, as if to show how helpless he had been, "at +what my wife said. She said she guessed if it came to that they would +get to know more of each other's looks than they did of their minds. +She had me there, but I don't think my girl has made out so very poorly +even as far as books are concerned." + +Upon this invitation to praise her, I ventured to say, "A young lady of +Miss Talbert's looks doesn't need much help from books." + +I could see that what I had said pleased him to the core, though he put +on a frown of disclaimer in replying, "I don't know about her looks. +She's a GOOD girl, though, and that's the main thing, I guess." + +"For her father, yes, but other people don't mind her being pretty," I +persisted. "My wife says when Miss Talbert comes out into the garden, +the other flowers have no chance." + +"Good for Mrs. Temple!" my neighbor shouted, joyously giving himself +away. + +I have always noticed that when you praise a girl's beauty to her +father, though he makes a point of turning it off in the direction of +her goodness, he likes so well to believe she is pretty that he cannot +hold out against any persistence in the admirer of her beauty. My +neighbor now said with the effect of tasting a peculiar sweetness in my +words, "I guess I shall have to tell my wife, that." Then he added, +with a rush of hospitality, "Won't you come in and tell her yourself?" + +"Not now, thank you. It's about our tea-time." + +"Glad it isn't your DINNER-time!" he said, heartily. + +"Well, yes. We don't see the sense of dining late in a place like this. +The fact is, we're both village-bred, and we like the mid-day dinner. +We make rather a high tea, though." + +"So do we. I always want a dish of something hot. My wife thinks cake +is light, but I think meat is." + +"Well, cake is the New England superstition," I observed. "And I +suppose York State, too." + +"Yes, more than pie is," he agreed. "For supper, anyway. You may have +pie at any or all of the three meals, but you have GOT to have cake at +tea, if you are anybody at all. In the place where my wife lived, a +woman's social standing was measured by the number of kinds of cake she +had." + +We laughed at that, too, and then there came a little interval and I +said, "Your place is looking fine." + +He turned his head and gave it a comprehensive stare. "Yes, it is," he +admitted. "They tell me it's an ugly old house, and I guess if my +girls, counting my daughter-in-law, had their way, they would have that +French roof off, and something Georgian--that's what they call it--on, +about as quick as the carpenter could do it. They want a kind of +classic front, with pillars and a pediment; or more the Mount Vernon +style, body yellow, with white trim. They call it Georgian after +Washington?" This was obviously a joke. + +"No, I believe it was another George, or four others. But I don't +wonder you want to keep your house as it is. It expresses something +characteristic." I saved myself by forbearing to say it was handsome. +It was, in fact, a vast, gray-green wooden edifice, with a mansard-roof +cut up into many angles, tipped at the gables with rockets and finials, +and with a square tower in front, ending in a sort of lookout at the +top, with a fence of iron filigree round it. The taste of 1875 could +not go further; it must have cost a heap of money in the depreciated +paper of the day. + +I suggested something of the kind to my neighbor, and he laughed. "I +guess it cost all we had at the time. We had been saving along up, and +in those days it used to be thought that the best investment you could +make was to put your money in a house of your own. That's what we did, +anyway. I had just got to be superintendent of the Works, and I don't +say but what we felt my position a little. Well, we felt it more than +we did when I got to be owner." He laughed in good-humored self-satire. +"My wife used to say we wanted a large house so as to have it big +enough to hold me, when I was feeling my best, and we built the largest +we could for all the money we had. She had a plan of her own, which she +took partly from the house of a girl friend of hers where she had been +visiting, and we got a builder to carry out her idea. We did have some +talk about an architect, but the builder said he didn't want any +architect bothering around HIM, and I don't know as SHE did, either. +Her idea was plenty of chambers and plenty of room in them, and two big +parlors one side of the front door, and a library and dining-room on +the other; kitchen in the L part, and girl's room over that; wide front +hall, and black-walnut finish all through the first floor. It was +considered the best house at the time in Eastridge, and I guess it was. +But now, I don't say but what it's old-fashioned. I have to own up to +that with the girls, but I tell them so are we, and that seems to make +it all right for a while. I guess we sha'n't change." + +He continued to stare at the simple-hearted edifice, so simple-hearted +in its out-dated pretentiousness, and then he turned and leaned over +the top of the fence where he had left his arms lying, while +contemplating the early monument of his success. In making my +journalistic study, more or less involuntary, of Eastridge, I had put +him down as materially the first man of the place; I might have gone +farther and put him down as the first man intellectually. We folk who +have to do more constantly with reading and writing are apt to think +that the other folk who have more to do with making and marketing have +not so much mind, but I fancy we make a mistake in that now and then. +It is only another kind of mind which they have quite as much of as we +have of ours. It was intellectual force that built up the Plated-Ware +Works of Eastridge, where there was no other reason for their being, +and it was mental grip that held constantly to the management, and +finally grasped the ownership. Nobody ever said that Talbert had come +unfairly into that, or that he had misused his money in buying men +after he began to come into it in quantity. He was felt in a great many +ways, though he made something of a point of not being prominent in +politics, after being president of the village two terms. The minister +of his church was certainly such a preacher as he liked; and nothing +was done in the church society without him; he gave the town a library +building, and a soldier's monument; he was foremost in getting the +water brought in, which was natural enough since he needed it the most; +he took a great interest in school matters, and had a fight to keep +himself off the board of education; he went into his pocket for village +improvements whenever he was asked, and he was the chief contributor to +the public fountain under the big elm. If he carefully, or even +jealously guarded his own interests, and held the leading law firm in +the hollow of his hand, he was not oppressive, to the general +knowledge. He was a despot, perhaps, but he was Blackstone's ideal of +the head of a state, a good despot. In all his family relations he was +of the exemplary perfection which most other men attain only on their +tombstones, and I had found him the best of neighbors. There were some +shadows of diffidence between the ladies of our families, mainly on the +part of my wife, but none between Talbert and me. He showed me, as a +newspaper man with ideals if not abilities rather above the average, a +deference which pleased my wife, even more than me. + +It was the married daughter whom she most feared might, if occasion +offered, give herself more consequence than her due. She had tried to +rule her own family while in her father's house, and now though she had +a house of her own, my wife believed that she had not wholly +relinquished her dominion there. Her husband was the junior member of +the law firm which Talbert kept in his pay, to the exclusion of most +other clients, and he was a very good fellow, so far as I knew, with +the modern conception of his profession which, in our smaller towns and +cities, has resulted in corporation lawyers and criminal lawyers, and +has left to a few aging attorneys the faded traditions and the scanty +affairs of the profession. My wife does not mind his standing somewhat +in awe of his father-in-law, but she thinks poorly of his spirit in +relation to that managing girl he has married. Talbert's son is in the +business with him, and will probably succeed him in it; but it is well +known in the place that he will never be the man his father is, not +merely on account of his college education, but also on account of the +easy temperament, which if he had indulged it to the full would have +left him no better than some kind of artist. As it is, he seems to +leave all the push to his father; he still does some sketching outside, +and putters over the aesthetic details in the business, the new designs +for the plated ware, and the illustrated catalogues which the house +publishes every year; I am in hopes that we shall get the printing, +after we have got the facilities. It would be all right with the young +man in the opinion of his censors if he had married a different kind of +woman, but young Mrs. Talbert is popularly held just such another as +her husband, and easy-going to the last degree. She was two or three +years at the Art Students' League, and it was there that her husband +met her before they both decided to give up painting and get married. + +The two youngest children, or the fall chickens as they are called in +recognition of the wide interval between their ages and those of the +other children, are probably of the indeterminate character proper to +their years. We think the girl rather inclines to a hauteur based upon +the general neglect of that quality in the family, where even the +eldest sister is too much engaged in ruling to have much force left for +snubbing. The child carries herself with a vague loftiness, which has +apparently not awaited the moment of long skirts for keeping pretenders +to her favor at a distance. In the default of other impertinents to +keep in abeyance we fancy that she exercises her gift upon her younger +brother, who, so far as we have been able to note, is of a disposition +which would be entirely sweet if it were not for the exasperations he +suffers from her. I like to put myself in his place, and to hold that +he believes himself a better judge than she of the sort of companions +he chooses, she being disabled by the mental constitution of her sex, +and the defects of a girl's training, from knowing the rare quality of +boys who present themselves even to my friendly eyes as dirty, and, +when not patched, ragged. I please myself in my guesses at her +character with the conjecture that she is not satisfied with her +sister's engagement to a fellow-student in a co-educational college, +who is looking forward to a professorship. + +In spite of her injustice in regard to his own companions, this +imaginable attitude of hers impresses the boy, if I understand boys. I +have no doubt he reasons that she must be right about something, and as +she is never right about boys, she must be right about brothers-in-law, +potential if not actual. This one may be, for all the boy knows, a +sissy; he inclines to believe, from what he understands of the matter, +that he is indeed a sissy, or he would never have gone to a college +where half the students are girls. He himself, as I have heard, intends +to go to a college, but whether Harvard, or Bryant's Business College, +he has not yet decided. One thing he does know, though, and that is +there are not going to be any girls in it. We have not allowed our +invention so great play in regard to the elder members of our +neighbor's family perhaps because we really know something more about +them. Mrs. Talbert duly called after We came to Eastridge, and when my +wife had self-respectfully waited a proper time, which she made a +little more than a week lest she should feel that she had been too +eager for the acquaintance, she returned the call. Then she met not +only Mrs. Talbert, but Mrs. Talbert's mother, who lives with them, in +an anxiety for their health which would impair her own if she were not +of a constitution such as you do not find in these days of unladylike +athletics. She was inclined to be rather strict with my wife about her +own health, and mine too, and told her she must be careful not to let +me work too hard, or overeat, or leave off my flannels before the +weather was settled in the spring. She said she had heard that I had +left a very good position on a Buffalo paper when I bought the +Eastridge Banner, and that the town ought to feel very much honored. My +wife suppressed her conviction that this was the correct view of the +case, in a deprecatory expression of our happiness in finding ourselves +in Eastridge, and our entire satisfaction with our prospects and +surroundings. Then Mrs. Talbert's mother inquired, as delicately as +possible, what denominations, religious and medical, we were of, how +many children we had, and whether mostly boys or girls, and where and +how long we had been married. She was glad, she said, that we had taken +the place next them, after our brief sojourn in the furnished house +where we had first lived, and said that there was only one objection to +the locality, which was the prevalence of moths; they obliged you to +put away your things in naphtha-balls almost the moment the spring +opened. She wished to know what books my wife was presently reading, +and whether she approved of women's clubs to the extent that they were +carried to in some places. She believed in book clubs, but to her mind +it was very questionable whether the time that ladies gave to writing +papers on so many different subjects was well spent. She thought it a +pity that so many things were canned, nowadays, and so well canned that +the old arts of pickling and preserving were almost entirely lost. In +the conversation, where she bore a leading part as long as she remained +in the room, her mind took a wide range, and visited more human +interests than my wife was at first able to mention, though afterward +she remembered so many that I formed the notion of something +encyclopedic in its compass. When she reached the letter Z, she rose +and took leave of my wife, saying that now she must go and lie down, as +it appeared to be her invariable custom to do (in behalf of the robust +health which she had inherited unimpaired from a New England ancestry), +at exactly half-past four every afternoon. It was this, she said, more +than any one thing that enabled her to go through so much as she did; +but through the door which she left open behind her my wife heard +Talbert's voice saying, in mixed mockery and tenderness, "Don't forget +your tonic, mother," and hers saying, "No, I won't, Cyrus. I never +forget it, and it's a great pity you don't take it, too." + +It was our conclusion from all the facts of this call, when we came to +discuss them in the light of some friendly gossip which we had +previously heard, that the eldest daughter of the Talberts came +honestly by her love of ruling if she got it from her grandmother, but +that she was able to indulge it oftener, and yet not so often as might +have been supposed from the mild reticence of her mother. Older if not +shrewder observers than ourselves declared that what went in that house +was what Mrs. Talbert said, and that it went all the more effectively +because what she said Talbert said too. + +That might have been because she said so little. When her mother left +the room she let a silence follow in which she seemed too embarrassed +to speak for a while on finding herself alone with my wife, and my wife +decided that the shyness of the girl whose engagement was soon +afterward reported, as well as the easy-goingness of the eldest son, +had come from their mother. As soon as Mrs. Talbert could command +herself, she began to talk, and every word she said was full of sense, +with a little gust of humor in the sense which was perfectly charming. +Absolutely unworldly as she was, she had very good manners; in her +evasive way she was certainly qualified to be the leader of society in +Eastridge, and socially Eastridge thought fairly well of itself. She +did not obviously pretend to so much literature as her mother, but she +showed an even nicer intelligence of our own situation in Eastridge. +She spoke with a quiet appreciation of the improvement in the Banner, +which, although she quoted Mr. Talbert, seemed to be the result of her +personal acquaintance with the paper in the past as well as the +present. My wife pronounced her the ideal mother of a family, and just +what the wife of such a man as Cyrus Talbert ought to be, but no doubt +because Mrs. Talbert's characteristics were not so salient as her +mother's, my wife was less definitely descriptive of her. + +From time to time, it seemed that there was a sister of Mr. Talbert's +who visited in the family, but was now away on one of the many other +visits in which she passed her life. She was always going or coming +somewhere, but at the moment she was gone. My wife inferred from the +generation to which her brother belonged that she had long been a lady +of that age when ladies begin to be spoken of as maiden. Mrs. Talbert +spoke of her as if they were better friends than sisters-in-law are apt +to be, and said that she was to be with them soon, and she would bring +her with her when she returned my wife's call. From the general +impression in Eastridge we gathered that Miss Talbert was not without +the disappointment which endears maiden ladies to the imagination, but +the disappointment was of a date so remote that it was only matter of +pathetic hearsay, now. Miss Talbert, in her much going and coming, had +not failed of being several times in Europe. She especially affected +Florence, where she was believed to have studied the Tuscan School to +unusual purpose, though this was not apparent in any work of her own. +We formed the notion that she might be uncomfortably cultured, but when +she came to call with Mrs. Talbert afterward, my wife reported that you +would not have thought, except for a remark she dropped now and then, +that she had ever been out of her central New York village, and so far +from putting on airs of art, she did not speak of any gallery abroad, +or of the pensions in which she stayed in Florence, or the hotels in +other cities of Italy where she had stopped to visit the local schools +of painting. + +In this somewhat protracted excursion I have not forgotten that I left +Mr. Talbert leaning against our party fence, with his arms resting on +the top, after a keen if not critical survey of his dwelling. He did +not take up our talk at just the point where we had been in it, but +after a reflective moment, he said, "I don't remember just whether Mrs. +Temple told my mother-in-law you were homoeopaths or allopaths." + +"Well," I said, "that depends. I rather think we are homoeopaths of a +low-potency type." My neighbor's face confessed a certain +disappointment. "But we are not bigoted, even in the article of +appreciable doses. Our own family doctor in our old place always +advised us, in stress of absence from him, to get the best doctor +wherever we happened to be, so far as we could make him out, and not +mind what school he was of. I suppose we have been treated by as many +allopaths as homoeopaths, but we're rather a healthy family, and put it +all together we have not been treated a great deal by either." + +Mr. Talbert looked relieved. "Oh, then you will have Dr. Denbigh. He +puts your rule the other way, and gets the best patient he can, no +matter whether he is a homoeopath or an allopath. We have him, in all +our branches; he is the best doctor in Eastridge, and he is the best +man. I want you to know him, and you can't know a doctor the way you +ought to, unless he's your family physician." + +"You're quite right, I think, but that's a matter I should have to +leave two-thirds of to my wife: women are two-thirds of the patients in +every healthy family, and they ought to have the ruling voice about the +doctor." We had formed the habit already of laughing at any appearance +of joke in each other, and my neighbor now rolled his large head in +mirth, and said: + +"That's so, I guess. But I guess there won't be any trouble about Mrs. +Temple's vote when she sees Denbigh. His specialty is the capture of +sensible women. They all swear by him. You met him, didn't you, at my +office, the other day?" + +"Oh yes, and I liked him so much that I wished I was sick on the spot!" + +"That's good!" my neighbor said, joyfully. + +"Well, you could meet the doctor there almost any afternoon of the +week, toward closing-up hours, and almost any evening at our house +here, when he isn't off on duty. It's a generally understood thing that +if he isn't at home, or making a professional visit, he's at one place +or the other. The farmers round stop for him with their buggies, when +they're in a hurry, and half our calls over the 'phone are for Dr. +Denbigh. The fact is he likes to talk, and if there's any sort of man +that _I_ like to talk with better than another, it's a doctor. I never +knew one yet that didn't say something worth while within five minutes' +time. Then, you know that you can be free with them, be yourself, and +that's always worth while, whether you're worth while yourself or not. +You can say just what you think about anybody or anything, and you know +it won't go farther. You may not be a patient, but they've always got +their Hippocratic oath with them, and they're safe. That so?" + +My neighbor wished the pleasure of my explicit assent; my tacit assent +he must have read in my smile. "Yes," I said, "and they're always so +tolerant and compassionate. I don't want to say anything against the +reverend clergy; they're oftener saints upon earth than we allow; but a +doctor is more solid comfort; he seems to understand you exponentially." + +"That's it! You've hit it! He's seen lots of other cases like yours, +and next to a man's feeling that he's a peculiar sufferer, he likes to +know that there are other fellows in the same box." + +We both laughed at this; it was, in fact, a joke we were the joint +authors of. + +"Well, we don't often talk about my ailments; I haven't got a great +many; and generally we get on some abstract topic. Just now we're +running the question of female education, perhaps because it's +impersonal, and we can both treat of it without prejudice." + +"The doctor isn't married, I believe?" + +"He's a widower of long standing, and that's the best kind of doctor to +have: then he's a kind of a bachelor with practical wisdom added. You +see, I've always had the idea that women, beginning with little girls +and ending with grandmothers, ought to be brought up as nearly like +their brothers as can be--that is, if they are to be the wives of other +women's brothers. It don't so much matter how an old maid is brought +up, but you can't have her destiny in view, though I believe if an old +maid could be brought up more like an old bachelor she would be more +comfortable to herself, anyway." + +"And what does Dr. Denbigh say?" + +"Well, you must hear him talk. I guess he rather wants to draw me out, +for the most part." + +"I don't wonder at that. I wish you'd draw yourself out. I've thought +something in the direction of your opinion myself." + +"Have you? That's good! We'll tackle the doctor together sometime. The +difficulty about putting a thing like that in practice is that you have +to co-operate in it with women who have been brought up in the old way. +A man's wife is a woman--" + +"Generally," I assented, as if for argument's sake. + +He gave himself time to laugh. "And she has the charge of the children +as long as they're young, and she's a good deal more likely to bring up +the boys like girls than the girls like boys. But the boys take +themselves out of her hands pretty soon, while the girls have to stay +under her thumb till they come out just the kind of women we've always +had." + +"We've managed to worry along with them." + +"Yes, we have. And I don't say but what we fancy them as they are when +we first begin to 'take notice.' One trouble is that children are sick +so much, and their mothers scare you with that, and you haven't the +courage to put your theories into practice. I can't say that any of my +girls have inherited my constitution but this one." I knew he meant the +one whose engagement was the origin of our conversation. "If you've +heard my mother-in-law talk about her constitution you would think she +belonged to the healthiest family that ever got out of New England +alive, but the fact is there's always something the matter with her, or +she thinks there is, and she's taking medicine for it, anyway. I can't +say but what my wife has always been strong enough, and I've been +satisfied to have the children take after her; but when I saw this +one's sorrel-top as we used to call it before we admired red hair, I +knew she was a Talbert, and I made up my mind to begin my system with +her." He laughed as with a sense of agreeable discomfiture. "I can't +say it worked very well, or rather that it had a chance. You see, her +mother had to apply it; I was always too busy. And a curious thing was +that though the girl looked like me, she was a good deal more like her +mother in temperament and character." + +"Perhaps," I ventured, "that's the reason why she was your favorite." + +He dropped his head in rather a shamefaced way, but lifted it with +another laugh. "Well, there may be something in that. Not," he gravely +retrieved himself, "that we have ever distinguished between our +children." + +"No, neither have we. But one can't help liking the ways of one child +better than another; one will rather take the fancy more than the rest." + +"Well," my neighbor owned, "I don't know but it's that kind of shyness +in them both. I suppose one likes to think his girl looks like him, but +doesn't mind her being like her mother. I'm glad she's got my +constitution, though. My eldest daughter is more like her grandmother +in looks, and I guess she's got her disposition too, more. I don't +know," he said, vaguely, "what the last one is going to be like. She +seems to be more worldly. But," he resumed, strenuously, as if the +remembrance of old opposition remained in his nerves, "when it came to +this going off to school, or college, or whatever, I put my foot down, +and kept it down. I guess her mother was willing enough to do my way, +but her sister was all for some of those colleges where girls are +educated with other girls and not with young men. She said they were +more ladylike, and a lot more stuff and nonsense, and were more likely +to be fit for society. She said this one would meet a lot of jays, and +very likely fall in love with one; and when we first heard of this +affair of Peggy's I don't believe but what her sister got more +satisfaction out of it than I did. She's quick enough! And a woman +likes to feel that she's a prophetess at any time of her life. That's +about all that seems to keep some of them going when they get old." I +knew that here he had his mother-in-law rather than his daughter in +mind, and I didn't interrupt the sarcastic silence into which he fell. +"You've never met the young man, I believe?" he asked, at quite another +point, and to the negation of my look he added, "To be sure! We've +hardly met him ourselves; he's only been here once; but you'll see +him--you and Mrs. Temple. Well!" He lifted his head, as if he were +going away, but he did not lift his arms from the fence, and so I knew +that he had not emptied the bag of his unexpected confidences; I did +not know why he was making them to me, but I liked him the better for +them, and tried to feel that I was worthy of them. He began with a +laugh, "They both paid it into me so," and now I knew that he meant his +eldest daughter as well as her grandmother, "that my wife turned round +and took my part, and said it was the very best thing that could +happen; and she used all the arguments that I had used with her, when +she had her misgivings about it, and she didn't leave them a word to +say. A curious thing about it was, that though my arguments seemed to +convince them, they didn't convince me. Ever notice, how when another +person repeats what you've said, it sounds kind of weak and foolish?" I +owned that my reasons had at times some such way of turning against me +from the mouths of others, and he went on: "But they seemed to silence +her own misgivings, and she's been enthusiastic for the engagement ever +since. What's the reason," he asked, "why a man, if he's any way +impetuous, wants to back out of a situation just about the time a woman +has got set in it like the everlasting hills? Is it because she feels +the need of holding fast for both, or is it because she knows she +hasn't the strength to keep to her conclusion, if she wavers at all, +while a man can let himself play back and forth, and still stay put." + +"Well, in a question like that," I said, and I won my neighbor's easy +laugh, "I always like to give my own sex the benefit of the doubt, and +I haven't any question but man's inconsistency is always attributable +to his magnanimity." + +"I guess I shall have to put that up on the doctor," my neighbor said, +as he lifted his arms from the fence at last, and backed away from it. +I knew that he was really going in-doors now, and that I must come out +with what was in my mind, if I meant to say it at all, and so I said, +"By-the-way, there's something. You know I don't go in much for what's +called society journalism, especially in the country press, where it +mostly takes the form of 'Miss Sadie Myers is visiting with Miss Mamie +Peters,' but I realize that a country paper nowadays must be a kind of +open letter to the neighborhood, and I suppose you have no objection to +my mentioning the engagement?" + +This made Mr. Talbert look serious; and I fancy my proposition made him +realize the affair as he had not before, perhaps. After a moment's +pause, he said, "Well! That's something I should like to talk with my +wife about." + +"Do so!" I applauded. "I only suggest it--or chiefly, or +partly--because you can have it reach our public in just the form you +want, and the Rochester and Syracuse papers will copy my paragraph; but +if you leave it to their Eastridge correspondents--" + +"That's true," he assented. "I'll speak to Mrs. Talbert--" He walked so +inconclusively away that I was not surprised to have him turn and come +back before I left my place. "Why, certainly! Make the announcement! +It's got to come out. It's a kind of a wrench, thinking of it as a +public affair; because a man's daughter is always a little girl to him, +and he can't realize--And this one--But of course!" + +"Would you like to suggest any particular form of words?" I hesitated. + +"Oh no! Leave that to you entirely. I know we can trust you not to make +any blare about it. Just say that they were fellow-students--I should +like that to be known, so that people sha'n't think I don't like to +have it known--and that he's looking forward to a professorship in the +same college--How queer it all seems!" + +"Very well, then, I'll announce it in our next. There's time to send me +word if Mrs. Talbert has any suggestions." + +"All right. But she won't have any. Well, good-evening." + +"Good-evening," I said from my side of the fence; and when I had +watched him definitively in-doors, I turned and walked into my own +house. + +The first thing my wife said was, "You haven't asked him to let you +announce it in the Banner?" + +"But I have, though!" + +"Well!" she gasped. + +"What is the matter?" I demanded. "It's a public affair, isn't it?" + +"It's a family affair--" + +"Well, I consider the readers of the Banner a part of the family." + + + +II. THE OLD-MAID AUNT + +by Mary E. Wilkins Freeman + +I am relegated here in Eastridge to the position in which I suppose I +properly belong, and I dare say it is for my best spiritual and +temporal good. Here I am the old-maid aunt. Not a day, not an hour, not +a minute, when I am with other people, passes that I do not see myself +in their estimation playing that role as plainly as if I saw myself in +a looking-glass. It is a moral lesson which I presume I need. I have +just returned from my visit at the Pollards' country-house in +Lancaster, where I most assuredly did not have it. I do not think I +deceive myself. I know it is the popular opinion that old maids are +exceedingly prone to deceive themselves concerning the endurance of +their youth and charms, and the views of other people with regard to +them. But I am willing, even anxious, to be quite frank with myself. +Since--well, never mind since what time--I have not cared an iota +whether I was considered an old maid or not. The situation has seemed +to me rather amusing, inasmuch as it has involved a secret willingness +to be what everybody has considered me as very unwilling to be. I have +regarded it as a sort of joke upon other people. + +But I think I am honest--I really mean to be, and I think I am--when I +say that outside Eastridge the role of an old-maid aunt is the very +last one which I can take to any advantage. Here I am estimated +according to what people think I am, rather than what I actually am. In +the first place, I am only fifteen years older than Peggy, who has just +become engaged, but those fifteen years seem countless aeons to the +child herself and the other members of the family. I am ten years +younger than my brother's wife, but she and my brother regard me as old +enough to be her mother. As for Grandmother Evarts, she fairly looks up +to me as her superior in age, although she DOES patronize me. She would +patronize the prophets of old. I don't believe she ever says her +prayers without infusing a little patronage into her petitions. The +other day Grandmother Evarts actually inquired of me, of ME! concerning +a knitting-stitch. I had half a mind to retort, "Would you like a +lesson in bridge, dear old soul?" She never heard of bridge, and I +suppose she would have thought I meant bridge-building. I sometimes +wonder why it is that all my brother's family are so singularly +unsophisticated, even Cyrus himself, able as he is and dear as he is. + +Sometimes I speculate as to whether it can be due to the mansard-roof +of their house. I have always had a theory that inanimate things +exerted more of an influence over people than they dreamed, and a +mansard-roof, to my mind, belongs to a period which was most +unsophisticated and fatuous, not merely concerning aesthetics, but +simple comfort. Those bedrooms under the mansard-roof are miracles not +only of ugliness, but discomfort, and there is no attic. I think that a +house without a good roomy attic is like a man without brains. Possibly +living in a brainless house has affected the mental outlook of my +relatives, although their brains are well enough. Peggy is not exactly +remarkable for hers, but she is charmingly pretty, and has a wonderful +knack at putting on her clothes, which might be esteemed a purely +feminine brain, in her fingers. Charles Edward really has brains, +although he is a round peg in a square hole, and as for Alice, her +brains are above the normal, although she unfortunately knows it, and +Billy, if he ever gets away from Alice, will show what he is made of. +Maria's intellect is all right, although cast in a petty mould. She +repeats Grandmother Evarts, which is a pity, because there are types +not worth repeating. Maria if she had not her husband Tom to manage, +would simply fall on her face. It goes hard with a purely patronizing +soul when there is nobody to manage; there is apt to be an explosion. +However, Maria HAS Tom. But none of my brother's family, not even my +dear sister-in-law, Cyrus's wife, have the right point of view with +regard to the present, possibly on account of the mansard-roof which +has overshadowed them. They do not know that today an old-maid aunt is +as much of an anomaly as a spinning-wheel, that she has ceased to +exist, that she is prehistoric, that even grandmothers have almost +disappeared from off the face of the earth. In short, they do not know +that I am not an old-maid aunt except under this blessed mansard-roof, +and some other roofs of Eastridge, many of which are also mansard, +where the influence of their fixed belief prevails. For instance, they +told the people next door, who have moved here recently, that the +old-maid aunt was coming, and so, when I went to call with my +sister-in-law, Mrs. Temple saw her quite distinctly. To think of Ned +Temple being married to a woman like that, who takes things on trust +and does not use her own eyes! Her two little girls are exactly like +her. I wonder what Ned himself will think. I wonder if he will see that +my hair is as red-gold as Peggy's, that I am quite as slim, that there +is not a line on my face, that I still keep my girl color with no aid, +that I wear frills of the latest fashion, and look no older than when +he first saw me. I really do not know myself how I have managed to +remain so intact; possibly because I have always grasped all the minor +sweets of life, even if I could not have the really big worth-while +ones. I honestly do not think that I have had the latter. But I have +not taken the position of some people, that if I cannot have what I +want most I will have nothing. I have taken whatever Providence chose +to give me in the way of small sweets, and made the most of them. Then +I have had much womanly pride, and that is a powerful tonic. + +For instance, years ago, when my best lamp of life went out, so to +speak, I lit all my candles and kept my path. I took just as much pains +with my hair and my dress, and if I was unhappy I kept it out of +evidence on my face. I let my heart ache and bleed, but I would have +died before I wrinkled my forehead and dimmed my eyes with tears and +let everybody else know. That was about the time when I met Ned Temple, +and he fell so madly in love with me, and threatened to shoot himself +if I would not marry him. He did not. Most men do not. I wonder if he +placed me when he heard of my anticipated coming. Probably he did not. +They have probably alluded to me as dear old Aunt Elizabeth, and when +he met me (I was staying at Harriet Munroe's before she was married) +nobody called me Elizabeth, but Lily. Miss Elizabeth Talbert, instead +of Lily Talbert, might naturally set him wrong. Everybody here calls me +Elizabeth. Outside Eastridge I am Lily. I dare say Ned Temple has not +dreamed who I am. I hear that he is quite brilliant, although the poor +fellow must be limited as to his income. However, in some respects it +must be just as well. It would be a great trial to a man with a large +income to have a wife like Mrs. Temple, who could make no good use of +it. You might load that poor soul with crown jewels and she would make +them look as if she had bought them at a department store for +ninety-eight cents. And the way she keeps her house must be maddening, +I should think, to a brilliant man. Fancy the books on the table being +all arranged with the large ones under the small ones in perfectly even +piles! I am sure that he has his meals on time, and I am equally sure +that the principal dishes are preserves and hot biscuits and cake. That +sort of diet simply shows forth in Mrs. Temple and her children. I am +sure that his socks are always mended, but I know that he always wipes +his feet before he enters the house, that it has become a matter of +conscience with him; and those exactions are to me pathetic. These +reflections are uncommonly like the popular conception as to how an +old-maid aunt should reflect, had she not ceased to exist. Sometimes I +wish she were still existing and that I carried out her character to +the full. I am not at all sure but she, as she once was, coming here, +would not have brought more happiness than I have. I must say I thought +so when I saw poor Harry Goward turn so pale when he first saw me after +my arrival. Why, in the name of common-sense, Ada, my sister-in-law, +when she wrote to me at the Pollards', announcing Peggy's engagement, +could not have mentioned who the man was, I cannot see. + +Sometimes it seems to me that only the girl and the engagement figure +at all in such matters. I suppose Peggy always alluded to me as "dear +Aunt Elizabeth," when that poor young fellow knew me at the +Abercrombies', where we were staying a year ago, as Miss Lily Talbert. +The situation with regard to him and Peggy fairly puzzles me. I simply +do not know what to do. Goodness knows I never lifted my finger to +attract him. Flirtations between older women and boys always have +seemed to me contemptible. I never particularly noticed him, although +he is a charming young fellow, and there is not as much difference in +our ages as in those of Harriet Munroe and her husband, and if I am not +mistaken there is more difference between the ages of Ned Temple and +his wife. Poor soul! she looks old enough to be his mother, as I +remember him, but that may be partly due to the way she arranges her +hair. However, Ned himself may have changed; there must be considerable +wear and tear about matrimony, taken in connection with editing a +country newspaper. If I had married Ned I might have looked as old as +Mrs. Temple does. I wonder what Ned will do when he sees me. I know he +will not turn white, as poor Harry Goward did. That really worries me. +I am fond of little Peggy, and the situation is really rather awful. +She is engaged to a man who is fond of her aunt and cannot conceal it. +Still, the affection of most male things is curable. If Peggy has sense +enough to retain her love for frills and bows, and puts on her clothes +as well, and arranges her hair as prettily, after she has been married +a year--no, ten years (it will take at least ten years to make a proper +old-maid aunt of me)--she may have the innings. But Peggy has no +brains, and it really takes a woman with brains to keep her looks after +matrimony. + +Of course, the poor little soul has no danger to fear from me; it is +lucky for her that her fiance fell in love with me; but it is the +principle of the thing which worries me. Harry Goward must be as fickle +as a honey-bee. There is no assurance whatever for Peggy that he will +not fall headlong in love--and headlong is just the word for it--with +any other woman after he has married her. I did not want the poor +fellow to stick to me, but when I come to think of it that is the +trouble. How short-sighted I am! It is his perverted fickleness rather +than his actual fickleness which worries me. He has proposed to Peggy +when he was in love with another woman, probably because he was in love +with another woman. Now Peggy, although she is not brilliant, in spite +of her co-education (perhaps because of it), is a darling, and she +deserves a good husband. She loves this man with her whole heart, poor +little thing! that is easy enough to be seen, and he does not care for +her, at least not when I am around or when I am in his mind. The +question is, is this marriage going to make the child happy? My first +impulse, when I saw Harry Goward and knew that he was poor Peggy's +lover, was immediately to pack up and leave. Then I really wondered if +that was the wisest thing to do. I wanted to see for myself if Harry +Goward were really in earnest about poor little Peggy and had gotten +over his mad infatuation for her aunt and would make her a good +husband. Perhaps I ought to leave, and yet I wonder if I ought. Harry +Goward may have turned pale simply from his memory of what an uncommon +fool he had been, and the consideration of the embarrassing position in +which his past folly has placed him, if I chose to make revelations. He +might have known that I would not; still, men know so little of women. +I think that possibly I am worrying myself needlessly, and that he is +really in love with Peggy. She is quite a little beauty, and she does +know how to put her clothes on so charmingly. The adjustments of her +shirt-waists are simply perfection. I may be very foolish to go away; I +may be even insufferably conceited in assuming that Harry's change of +color signified anything which could make it necessary. But, after all, +he must be fickle and ready to turn from one to another, or deceitful, +and I must admit that if Peggy were my daughter, and Harry had never +been mad about me six weeks ago, but about some other woman, I should +still feel the same way. + +Sometimes I wonder if I ought to tell Ada. She is the girl's mother. I +might shift the responsibility on to her. I almost think I will. She is +alone in her room now, I know. Peggy and Harry have gone for a drive, +and the rest have scattered. It is a good chance. I really don't feel +as if I ought to bear the whole responsibility alone. I will go this +minute and tell Ada. + + +Well, I have told Ada, and here I am back in my room, laughing over the +result. I might as well have told the flour-barrel. Anything like Ada's +ease of character and inability to worry or even face a disturbing +situation I have never seen. I laugh, although her method of receiving +my tale was not, so to speak, flattering to me. Ada was in her loose +white kimono, and she was sitting at her shady window darning stockings +in very much the same way that a cow chews her cud; and when I told +her, under promise of the strictest secrecy, she just laughed that +placid little laugh of hers and said, taking another stitch, "Oh, well, +boys are always falling in love with older women." And when I asked if +she thought seriously that Peggy might not be running a risk, she said: +"Oh dear, no; Harry is devoted to the child. You can't be foolish +enough. Aunt Elizabeth, to think that he is in love with you NOW?" + +I said, "Certainly not." It was only the principle involved; that the +young man must be very changeable, and that Peggy might run a risk in +the future if Harry were thrown in much with other women. + +Ada only laughed again, and kept on with her darning, and said she +guessed there was no need to worry. Harry seemed to her very much like +Cyrus, and she was sure that Cyrus had never thought of another woman +besides herself (Ada). + +I wonder if another woman would have said what I might have said, +especially after that imputation of the idiocy of my thinking that a +young man could possibly fancy ME. I said nothing, but I wondered what +Ada would say if she knew what I knew, if she would continue to chew +her cud, that Cyrus had been simply mad over another girl, and only +married her because he could not get the other one, and when the other +died, five years after he was married to Ada, he sent flowers, and I +should not to this day venture to speak that girl's name to the man. +She was a great beauty, and she had a wonderful witchery about her. I +was only a child, but I remember how she looked. Why, I fell in love +with her myself! Cyrus can never forget a woman like that for a +cud-chewing creature like Ada, even if she does keep his house in order +and make a good mother to his children. The other would not have kept +the house in order at all, but it would have been a shrine. Cyrus +worshipped that girl, and love may supplant love, but not worship. Ada +does not know, and she never will through me, but I declare I was +almost wicked enough to tell her when I saw her placidly darning away, +without the slightest conception, any more than a feather pillow would +have, of what this ridiculous affair with me might mean in future +consequences to poor, innocent little Peggy. But I can only hope the +boy has gotten over his feeling for me, that he has been really +changeable, for that would be infinitely better than the other thing. + + +Well, I shall not need to go away. Harry Goward has himself solved that +problem. He goes himself to-morrow. He has invented a telegram about a +sick uncle, all according to the very best melodrama. But what I feared +is true--he is still as mad as ever about me. I went down to the +post-office for the evening mail, and was coming home by moonlight, +unattended, as any undesirable maiden aunt may safely do, when the boy +overtook me. I had heard his hurried steps behind me for some time. Up +he rushed just as we reached the vacant lot before the Temple house, +and caught my arm and poured forth a volume of confessions and avowals, +and, in short, told me he did not love Peggy, but me, and he never +would love anybody but me. I actually felt faint for a second. Then I +talked. I told him what a dishonorable wretch he was, and said he might +as well have plunged a knife into an innocent, confiding girl at once +as to have treated Peggy so. I told him to go away and let me alone and +write friendly letters to Peggy, and see if he would not recover his +senses, if he had any to recover, which I thought doubtful; and then +when he said he would not budge a step, that he would remain in +Eastridge, if only for the sake of breathing the same air I did, that +he would tell Peggy the whole truth at once, and bear all the blame +which he deserved for being so dishonorable, I arose to the occasion. I +said, "Very well, remain, but you may have to breathe not only the same +air that I do, but also the same air that the man whom I am to marry +does." I declare that I had no man whatever in mind. I said it in sheer +desperation. Then the boy burst forth with another torrent, and the +secret was out. + +My brother and my sister-in-law and Grandmother Evarts and the +children, for all I know, have all been match-making for me. I did not +suspect it of them. I supposed they esteemed my case as utterly +hopeless, and then I knew that Cyrus knew about--well, never mind; I +don't often mention him to myself. I certainly thought that they all +would have as soon endeavored to raise the dead as to marry me, but it +seems that they have been thinking that while there is life there is +hope, or rather, while there are widowers there is hope. And there is a +widower in Eastridge--Dr. Denbigh. He is the candle about which the +mothlike dreams of ancient maidens and widows have fluttered, to their +futile singeing, for the last twenty years. I really did not dream that +they would think I would flutter, even if I was an old-maid aunt. But +Harry cried out that if I were going to marry Dr. Denbigh he would go +away. He never would stay and be a witness to such sacrilege. "That OLD +man!" he raved. And when I said I was not a young girl myself he got +all the madder. Well, I allowed him to think I was going to marry Dr. +Denbigh (I wonder what the doctor would say), and as a consequence +Harry will flit to-morrow, and he is with poor little Peggy out in the +grape-arbor, and she is crying her eyes out. If he dares tell her what +a fool he is I could kill him. I am horribly afraid that he will let it +out, for I never saw such an alarmingly impetuous youth. Young +Lochinvar out of the west was mere cambric tea to him. I am really +thankful that he has not a gallant steed, nor even an automobile, for +the old-maid aunt might yet be captured as the Sabine women were. + + +Well, thank fortune, Harry has left, and he cannot have told, for poor +little Peggy has been sitting with me for a solid hour, sniffing, and +sounding his praises. Somehow the child made me think of myself at her +age. I was about a year older when my tragedy came and was never +righted. Hers, I think, will be, since Harry was not such an ass as to +confess before he went away. But all the same, I am concerned for her +happiness, for Harry is either fickle or deceitful. Sometimes I wonder +what my duty is, but I can't tell the child. It would do no more good +for me to consult my brother Cyrus than it did to consult Ada. I know +of no one whom I can consult. Charles Edward and his wife, who is just +like Ada, pretty, but always with her shirt-waist hunching in the back, +sitting wrong, and standing lopsided, and not worrying enough to give +her character salt and pepper, are there. (I should think she would +drive Charles Edward, who is really an artist, only out of his proper +sphere, mad.) Tom and Maria are down there, too, on the piazza, and Ada +at her everlasting darning, and Alice bossing Billy as usual. I can +hear her voice. I think I will put on another gown and go for a walk. + +I think I will put on my pink linen, and my hat lined with pink chiffon +and trimmed with shaded roses. That particular shade of pink is just +right for my hair. I know quite well how I look in that gown and hat, +and I know, also, quite well how I shall look to the members of my +family assembled below. They all unanimously consider that I should +dress always in black silk, and a bonnet with a neat little tuft of +middle-aged violets, and black ribbons tied under my chin. I know I am +wicked to put on that pink gown and hat, but I shall do it. I wonder +why it amuses me to be made fun of. Thank fortune, I have a sense of +humor. If I did not have that it might have come to the black silk and +the bonnet with the tuft of violets, for the Lord knows I have not, +after all, so very much compared with what some women have. It troubles +me to think of that young fool rushing away and poor, dear little +Peggy; but what can I do? This pink gown is fetching, and how they will +stare when I go down! + + +Well, they did stare. How pretty this street is, with the elms arching +over it. I made quite a commotion, and they all saw me through their +eyeglasses of prejudice, except, possibly, Tom Price, Maria's husband. +I am certain I heard him say, as I marched away, "Well, I don't care; +she does look stunning, anyhow," but Maria hushed him up. I heard her +say, "Pink at her age, and a pink hat, and a parasol lined with pink!" +Ada really looked more disturbed than I have ever seen her. If I had +been Godiva, going for my sacrificial ride through the town, it could +not have been much worse. She made her eyes round and big, and asked, +in a voice which was really agitated, "Are you going out in that dress. +Aunt Elizabeth?" And Aunt Elizabeth replied that she certainly was, and +she went after she had exchanged greetings with the family and kissed +Peggy's tear-stained little face. Charles Edward's wife actually +straightened her spinal column, she was so amazed at the sight of me in +my rose-colored array. Charles Edward, to do him justice, stared at me +with a bewildered air, as if he were trying to reconcile his senses +with his traditions. He is an artist, but he will always be hampered by +thinking he sees what he has been brought up to think he sees. That is +the reason why he has settled down uncomplainingly in Cyrus's "Works," +as he calls them, doing the very slight aesthetics possible in such a +connection. Now Charles Edward would think that sunburned grass over in +that field is green, when it is pink, because he has been taught that +grass is green. If poor Charles Edward only knew that grass was green +not of itself, but because of occasional conditions, and knew that his +aunt looked--well, as she does look--he would flee for his life, and +that which is better than his life, from the "Works," and be an artist, +but he never will know or know that he knows, which comes to the same +thing. + +Well, what does it matter to me? I have just met a woman who stared at +me, and spoke as if she thought I were a lunatic to be afield in this +array. What does anything matter? Sometimes, when I am with people who +see straight, I do take a certain pleasure in looking well, because I +am a woman, and nothing can quite take away that pleasure from me; but +all the time I know it does not matter, that nothing has really +mattered since I was about Peggy's age and Lyman Wilde quarrelled with +me over nothing and vanished into thin air, so far as I was concerned. +I suppose he is comfortably settled with a wife and family somewhere. +It is rather odd, though, that with all my wandering on this side of +the water and the other I have never once crossed his tracks. He may be +in the Far East, with a harem. I never have been in the Far East. Well, +it does not matter to me where he is. That is ancient history. On the +whole, though, I like the harem idea better than the single wife. I +have what is left to me--the little things of life, the pretty effects +which go to make me pretty (outside Eastridge); the comforts of +civilization, travelling and seeing beautiful things, also seeing ugly +things to enhance the beautiful. I have pleasant days in beautiful +Florence. I have friends. I have everything except--well, except +everything. That I must do without. But I will do without it +gracefully, with never a whimper, or I don't know myself. But now I AM +worried over Peggy. I wish I could consult with somebody with sense. +What a woman I am! I mean, how feminine I am! I wish I could cure +myself of the habit of being feminine. It is a horrible nuisance; this +wishing to consult with somebody when I am worried is so disgustingly +feminine. + + +Well, I have consulted. I am back in my own room. It is after supper. +We had three kinds of cake, hot biscuits, and raspberries, and--a +concession to Cyrus--a platter of cold ham and an egg salad. He will +have something hearty, as he calls it (bless him! he is a good-fellow), +for supper. I am glad, for I should starve on Ada's New England menus. +I feel better, now that I have consulted, although, when I really +consider the matter, I can't see that I have arrived at any very +definite issue. But I have consulted, and, above all things, with Ned +Temple! I was walking down the street, and I reached his newspaper +building. It is a funny little affair; looks like a toy house. It is +all given up to the mighty affairs of the Eastridge Banner. In front +there is a piazza, and on this piazza sat Ned Temple. Changed? Well, +yes, poor fellow! He is thin. I am so glad he is thin instead of fat; +thinness is not nearly so disillusioning. His hair is iron-gray, but he +is, after all, distinguished-looking, and his manners are entirely +sophisticated. He shows at a glance, at a word, that he is a brilliant +man, although he is stranded upon such a petty little editorial island. +And--and he saw ME as I am. He did not change color. He is too +self-poised; besides, he is too honorable. But he saw ME. He rose +immediately and came to speak to me. He shook hands. He looked at my +face under my pink-lined hat. He saw it as it was; but bless him! that +stupid wife of his holds him fast with his own honor. Ned Temple is a +good man. Sometimes I wonder if it would not have been better if he, +instead of Lyman--Well, that is idiotic. + +He said he had to go to the post-office, and then it was time for him +to go home to supper (to the cake and sauce, I suppose), and with my +permission he would walk with me. So he did. I don't know how it +happened that I consulted with him. I think he spoke of Peggy's +engagement, and that led up to it. But I could speak to him, because I +knew that he, seeing me as I really am, would view the matter +seriously. I told him about the miserable affair, and he said that I +had done exactly right. I can't remember that he offered any actual +solution, but it was something to be told that I had done exactly +right. And then he spoke of his wife, and in such a faithful fashion, +and so lovingly of his two commonplace little girls. Ned Temple is as +good as he is brilliant. It is really rather astonishing that such a +brilliant man can be so good. He told me that I had not changed at all, +but all the time that look of faithfulness for his wife never left his +handsome face, bless him! I believe I am nearer loving him for his love +for another woman than I ever was to loving him for himself. + +And then the inconceivable happened. I did what I never thought I +should be capable of doing, and did it easily, too, without, I am sure, +a change of color or any perturbation. I think I could do it, because +faithfulness had become so a matter of course with the man that I was +not ashamed should he have any suspicion of me also. He and Lyman used +to be warm friends. I asked if he knew anything about him. He met my +question as if I had asked what o'clock it was, just the way I knew he +would meet it. He knows no more than I do. But he said something which +has comforted me, although comfort at this stage of affairs is a +dangerous indulgence. He said, very much as if he had been speaking of +the weather, "He worshipped you, Lily, and wherever he is, in this +world or the next, he worships you now." Then he added: "You know how I +felt about you. Lily. If I had not found out about him, that he had +come first, I know how it would have been with me, so I know how it is +with him. We had the same views about matters of that kind. After I did +find out, why, of course, I felt different--although always, as long as +I live, I shall be a dear friend to you. Lily. But a man is unfaithful +to himself who is faithful to a woman whom another man loves and whom +she loves." + +"Yes, that is true," I agreed, and said something about the hours for +the mails in Eastridge. Lyman Wilde dropped out of Ned's life as he +dropped out of mine, it seems. I shall simply have to lean back upon +the minor joys of life for mental and physical support, as I did +before. Nothing is different, but I am glad that I have seen Ned Temple +again, and realize what a good man he is. + + +Well, it seems that even minor pleasures have dangers, and that I do +not always read characters rightly. The very evening after my little +stroll and renewal of friendship with Ned Temple I was sitting in my +room, reading a new book for which the author should have capital +punishment, when I heard excited voices, or rather an excited voice, +below. I did not pay much attention at first. I supposed the excited +voice must belong to either Maria or Alice, for no others of my +brother's family ever seem in the least excited, not to the extent of +raising their voices to a hysterical pitch. But after a few minutes +Cyrus came to the foot of the stairs and called. He called Aunt +Elizabeth, and Aunt Elizabeth, in her same pink frock, went down. Cyrus +met me at the foot of the stairs, and he looked fairly wild. "What on +earth, Aunt Elizabeth!" said he, and I stared at him in a daze. + +"The deuce is to pay," said he. "Aunt Elizabeth, did you ever know our +next-door neighbor before his marriage?" + +"Certainly," said I; "when we were both infants. I believe they had +gotten him out of petticoats and into trousers, but much as ever, and +my skirts were still abbreviated. It was at Harriet Munroe's before she +was married." + +"Have you been to walk with him?" gasped poor Cyrus. + +"I met him on my way to the post-office last night, and he walked along +with me, and then as far as his house on the way home, if you call that +walking out," said I. "You sound like the paragraphs in a daily paper. +Now, what on earth do you mean, if I may ask, Cyrus?" + +"Nothing, except Mrs. Temple is in there raising a devil of a row," +said Cyrus. He gazed at me in a bewildered fashion. "If it were Peggy I +could understand it," he said, helplessly, and I knew how distinctly he +saw the old-maid aunt as he gazed at me. "She's jealous of you, +Elizabeth," he went on in the same dazed fashion. "She's jealous of you +because her husband walked home with you. She's a dreadfully nervous +woman, and, I guess, none too well. She's fairly wild. It seems Temple +let on how he used to know you before he was married, and said +something in praise of your looks, and she made a regular header into +conclusions. You have held your own remarkably well, Elizabeth, but I +declare--" And again poor Cyrus gazed at me. + +"Well, for goodness' sake, let me go in and see what I can do," said I, +and with that I went into the parlor. + +I was taken aback. Nobody, not even another woman, can tell what a +woman really is. I thought I had estimated Ned Temple's wife correctly. +I had taken her for a monotonous, orderly, dull sort of creature, quite +incapable of extremes; but in reality she has in her rather large, +flabby body the characteristics of a kitten, with the possibilities of +a tigress. The tigress was uppermost when I entered the room. The woman +was as irresponsible as a savage. I was disgusted and sorry and furious +at the same time. I cannot imagine myself making such a spectacle over +any mortal man. She was weeping frantically into a mussy little ball of +handkerchief, and when she saw me she rushed at me and gripped me by +the arm like a mad thing. + +"If you can't get a husband for yourself," said she, "you might at +least let other women's husbands alone!" + +She was vulgar, but she was so wild with jealousy that I suppose +vulgarity ought to be forgiven her. I hardly know myself how I managed +it, but, somehow, I got the poor thing out of the room and the house +and into the cool night air, and then I talked to her, and fairly made +her be quiet and listen. I told her that Ned Temple had made love to me +when he was just out of petticoats and I was in short dresses. I +stretched or shortened the truth a little, but it was a case of +necessity. Then I intimated that I never would have married Ned Temple, +anyway, and THAT worked beautifully. She turned upon me in such a +delightfully inconsequent fashion and demanded to know what I expected, +and declared her husband was good enough for any woman. Then I said I +did not doubt that, and hinted that other women might have had their +romances, even if they did not marry. That immediately interested her. +She stared at me, and said, with the most innocent impertinence, that +my brother's wife had intimated that I had had an unhappy love-affair +when I was a girl. I did not think that Cyrus had told Ada, but I +suppose a man HAS to tell his wife everything. + +I hedged about the unhappy love-affair, but the first thing I knew the +poor, distracted woman was sobbing on my shoulder as we stood in front +of her gate, and saying that she was so sorry, but her whole life was +bound up in her husband, and I was so beautiful and had so much style, +and she knew what a dowdy she was, and she could not blame poor Ned +if--But I hushed her. + +"Your husband has no more idea of caring for another woman besides you +than that moon has of travelling around another world," said I; "and +you are a fool if you think so; and if you are dowdy it is your own +fault. If you have such a good husband you owe it to him not to be +dowdy. I know you keep his house beautifully, but any man would rather +have his wife look well than his house, if he is worth anything at all." + +Then she gasped out that she wished she knew how to do up her hair like +mine. It was all highly ridiculous, but it actually ended in my going +into the Temple house and showing Ned's wife how to do up her hair like +mine. She looked like another woman when it was puffed softly over her +forehead--she has quite pretty brown hair. Then I taught her how to put +on her corset and pin her shirt-waist taut in front and her skirt +behind. Ned was not to be home until late, and there was plenty of +time. It ended in her fairly purring around me, and saying how sorry +she was, and ashamed, that she had been so foolish, and all the time +casting little covert, conceited glances at herself in the +looking-glass. Finally I kissed her and she kissed me, and I went home. +I don't really see what more a woman could have done for a rival who +had supplanted her. But this revelation makes me more sorry than ever +for poor Ned. I don't know, though; she may be more interesting than I +thought. Anything is better than the dead level of small books on large +ones, and meals on time. It cannot be exactly monotonous never to know +whether you will find a sleek, purry cat, or an absurd kitten, or a +tigress, when you come home. Luckily, she did not tell Ned of her +jealousy, and I have cautioned all in my family to hold their tongues, +and I think they will. I infer that they suspect that I must have been +guilty of some unbecoming elderly prank to bring about such a state of +affairs, unless, possibly, Maria's husband and Billy are exceptions. I +find that Billy, when Alice lets him alone, is a boy who sees with his +own eyes. He told me yesterday that I was handsomer in my pink dress +than any girl in his school. + +"Why, Billy Talbert!" I said, "talking that way to your old aunt!" + +"I suppose you ARE awful old," said Billy, bless him! "but you are +enough-sight prettier than a girl. I hate girls. I hope I can get away +from girls when I am a man." + +I wanted to tell the dear boy that was exactly the time when he would +not get away from girls, but I thought I would not frighten him, but +let him find it out for himself. + + +Well, now the deluge! It is a week since Harry Goward went away, and +Peggy has not had a letter, although she has haunted the post-office, +poor child! and this morning she brought home a letter for me from that +crazy boy. She was white as chalk when she handed it to me. + +"It's Harry's writing," said she, and she could barely whisper. "I have +not had a word from him since he went away, and now he has written to +you instead of me. What has he written to you for, Aunt Elizabeth?" + +She looked at me so piteously, poor, dear little girl! that if I could +have gotten hold of Harry Goward that moment I would have shaken him. I +tried to speak, soothingly. I said: + +"My dear Peggy, I know no more than you do why he has written to me. +Perhaps his uncle is dead and he thought I would break it to you." + +That was rank idiocy. Generally I can rise to the occasion with more +success. + +"What do I care about his old uncle?" cried poor Peggy. "I never even +saw his uncle. I don't care if he is dead. Something has happened to +Harry. Oh, Aunt Elizabeth, what is it?" + +I was never in such a strait in my life. There was that poor child +staring at the letter as if she could eat it, and then at me. I dared +not open the letter before her. We were out on the porch. I said: + +"Now, Peggy Talbert, you keep quiet, and don't make a little fool of +yourself until you know you have some reason for it. I am going up to +my own room, and you sit in that chair, and when I have read this +letter I will come down and tell you about it." + +"I know he is dead!" gasped Peggy, but she sat down. + +"Dead!" said I. "You just said yourself it was his handwriting. Do have +a little sense, Peggy." With that I was off with my letter, and I +locked my door before I read it. + +Of all the insane ravings! I put it on my hearth and struck a match, +and the thing went up in flame and smoke. Then I went down to poor +little Peggy and patched up a story. I have always been averse to +lying, and I did not lie then, although I must admit that what I said +was open to criticism when it comes to exact verity. I told Peggy that +Harry thought that he had done something to make her angry (that was +undeniably true) and did not dare write her. I refused utterly to tell +her just what was in the letter, but I did succeed in quieting her and +making her think that Harry had not broken faith with her, but was +blaming himself for some unknown and imaginary wrong he had done her. +Peggy rushed immediately up to her room to write reassuring pages to +Harry, and her old-maid aunt had the horse put in the runabout and was +driven over to Whitman, where nobody knows her--at least the telegraph +operator does not. Then I sent a telegram to Mr. Harry Goward to the +effect that if he did not keep his promise with regard to writing F. L. +to P. her A. would never speak to him again; that A. was about to send +L., but he must keep his promise with regard to P. by next M. + +It looked like the most melodramatic Sunday personal ever invented. It +might have meant burglary or murder or a snare for innocence, but I +sent it. Now I have written. My letter went in the same mail as poor +Peggy's, but what will be the outcome of it all I cannot say. Sometimes +I catch Peggy looking at me with a curious awakened expression, and +then I wonder if she has begun to suspect. I cannot tell how it will +end. + + + +III. THE GRANDMOTHER + +by Mary Heaton Vorse + +The position of an older woman in her daughter's house is often +difficult. It makes no difference to me that Ada is a mother herself; +she might be even a great-grandmother, and yet in my eyes she would +still be Ada, my little girl. I feel the need of guiding her and +protecting her just as much this minute as when she was a baby in the +nursery; only now the task is much more difficult. That is why I say +that the position of women placed as I am is often hard, harder than if +I lived somewhere else, because although I am with Ada I can no longer +protect her from anything--not even from myself, my illnesses and +weaknesses. It sometimes seems to me, so eagerly do I follow the lights +and shadows of my daughter's life, as if I were living a second +existence together with my own. Only as I grow older I am less fitted +physically to bear things, even though I take them philosophically. + +When Ada and the rest of my children were little, I could guard against +the menaces to their happiness; I could keep them out of danger; if +their little friends didn't behave, I sent them home. When it was +needed, I didn't hesitate to administer a good wholesome spanking to my +children. There isn't one of these various things but needs doing now +in Ada's house. I can't, however, very well spank Cyrus, nor can I send +Elizabeth home. All I CAN do is to sit still and hold my tongue, though +I don't know, I'm sure, what the end of it all is to be. + +Life brings new lessons at every turn in the road, and one of the +hardest of all is the one we older people have to learn--to sit still +while our children hurt themselves, or, what is worse, to sit still +while other people hurt our children. It is especially hard for me to +bear, when life is made difficult for my Ada, for if ever any one +deserved happiness my daughter does. I try to do justice to every one, +and I hope I am not unfair when I say that the best of men, and Cyrus +is one of them, are sometimes blind and obstinate. Of all my children, +Ada gave me the least trouble, and was always the most loving and +tender and considerate. Indeed, if Ada has a fault, it is being too +considerate. I could, if she only would let me, help her a great deal +more around the house; although Ada is a very good housekeeper, I am +constantly seeing little things that need doing. I do my best to +prevent the awful waste of soap that goes on, and there are a great +many little ways Ada could let me save for her if she would. When I +suggest this to her she laughs and says, "Wait till we need to save as +badly as that, mother," which doesn't seem to me good reasoning at all. +"Waste not, want not," say I, and when it comes to throwing out +perfectly good glass jars, as the girls would do if I didn't see to it +they saved them, why, I put my foot down. If Ada doesn't want them +herself to put things up in, why, some poor woman will. I don't believe +in throwing things away that may come in handy sometime. When I kept +house nobody ever went lacking strings or a box of whatever size, to +send things away in, or paper in which to do it up, and I can remember +in mother's day there was never a time she hadn't pieces put by for a +handsome quilt. Machinery has put a stop to many of our old +occupations, and the result is a generation of nervous women who +haven't a single thing in life to occupy themselves with but their own +feelings, while girls like Peggy, who are active and useful, have +nothing to do but to go to school and keep on going to school. If one +wanted to dig into the remote cause of things, one might find the root +of our present trouble in these changed conditions, for Cyrus's sister, +Elizabeth, is one of these unoccupied women. Formerly in a family like +ours there would have been so much to do that, whether she liked it or +not, and whether she had married or not, Elizabeth would have had to be +a useful woman--and now the less said the better. + +It is hard, I say, to see the causes for unhappiness set in action and +yet do nothing, or, if one speaks, to speak to deaf ears. Oh, it is +very hard to do this, and this has been the portion of older women +always. Our children sometimes won't even let us dry their tears for +them, but cry by themselves, as I know Ada has been doing +lately--though in the end she came to me, or rather I went to her, for, +after all, I am living in the same world with the rest of them. I have +not passed over to the other side yet, and while I stay I am not going +to be treated as if I were a disembodied spirit. I have eyes of my own, +and ears too, and I can see as well as the next man when things go +wrong. + +I have always known that no good would come of sending Peggy to a +coeducational college. I urged Ada to set her foot down, for Ada didn't +wish to send Peggy there, naturally enough, but she wouldn't. + +"Well," said I, "I'M not afraid to speak my mind to your husband." Now +I very seldom open my mouth to Cyrus, or to any one else in this house, +for it is more than ever the fashion for people to disregard the advice +of others, and the older I get the more I find it wise to save my +breath to cool my porridge--there come times, however, when I feel it +my duty to speak. + +"Mark my words, Cyrus," I said. "You'll be sorry you sent Peggy off to +a boys' school. Girls at her age are impressionable, and if they aren't +under their mothers' roofs, where they can be protected and sheltered, +why, then send them to a seminary where they will see as few young men +as possible." + +Cyrus only laughed and said: + +"Well, mother, you can say 'I told you so' if anything bad comes of it." + +"It's all very well to laugh, Cyrus," I answered, "but _I_ don't +believe in putting difficulties into life that aren't there already, +and that's what sending young men and young women off to the same +college seems to ME!" + +When Peggy came home engaged, after her last year, everybody was +surprised. + +"I'm sure I don't know what Cyrus expected," I said to Ada. "You can't +go out in the rain without getting wet. Let us pray that this young man +will turn out to be all right, though we know so little about him." For +all we knew was what Peggy told us, and you know the kind of things +young girls have to tell one about their sweethearts. Peggy didn't even +know what church his people went to! I couldn't bear the thought of +that dear child setting out on the long journey of marriage in such a +fashion. I looked forward with fear to what Ada might have to go +through if it didn't turn out all right. For one's daughter's sorrows +are one's own; what she suffers one must suffer, too. It is hard for a +mother to see a care-free, happy young girl turn into a woman before +her eyes. Even if a woman is very happy, marriage brings many +responsibilities, and a woman who has known the terror of watching +beside a sick child can never be quite the same, I think. We ourselves +grew and deepened under such trials, and we wouldn't wish our daughters +to be less than ourselves; but, oh, how glad I should be to have Peggy +spared some things! How happy I should be to know that she was to have +for her lot only the trials we all must have! I do not want to see my +Ada having to bear the unhappiness of seeing Peggy unhappy. Even if +Peggy puts up a brave face, Ada will know--she will know just as I have +known things in my own children's lives; and I shall know, too. This +young man has it in his hands to trouble my old age. + +No mother and daughter can live together as Ada and I have without what +affects one of us affecting the other. When her babies were born I was +with her; I helped her bring them up; as I have grown older, though she +comes to me less and less, wishing to spare me, I seem to need less +telling; for I know myself when anything ails her. + +It amazed me to see how Ada took Peggy's engagement, and when young +Henry Goward came to visit, I made up my mind that he should not go +away again without our finding out a little, at any rate, of what his +surroundings had been, and what his own principles were. As we grow +older we see more and more that character is the main thing in life, +and I would rather have a child of mine marry a young man of sound +principles whom she respected than one of undisciplined character and +lax ideas whom she loved. When I said things like this to Ada, she +replied: + +"I'm afraid you're prejudiced against that poor boy because he and +Peggy happened to meet at college." + +I answered: "I am not prejudiced at all, Ada, but I feel that all of +us, you especially, should keep our eyes and ears open. Wait! is all I +say." + +I know my own faults, for I have always believed that one is never too +old for character-building, and I know that being prejudiced is not one +of them. I realize too keenly that as women advance in years they are +very apt to get set in their ways unless they take care, and I am +naturally too fair-minded to judge a man before I have seen him. Maria +and Alice were prejudiced, if you like. Maria, indeed, had so much to +say to Ada that I interfered, though it is contrary to my custom. + +"I should think, Maria," I said, "that however old you are, you would +realize that your father and mother are EVEN better able to judge than +you as to their children's affairs." I cannot imagine where Maria gets +her dominant disposition. It is very unlike the women of our family. + +When he came, however, Mr. Goward's manners and appearance impressed me +favorably. Neither Ada nor Cyrus, as far as I could see, tried in the +least to draw him out. I sat quiet for a while, but at last for Peggy's +sake I felt I would do what I could to find out his views on important +things. I was considerably relieved to hear that his mother was a Van +Horn, a very good Troy family and distant connection of mother's. + +When I asked him what he was, "My PEOPLE are Episcopalians," he replied. + +"I suppose that means YOU are something else?" I asked him. + +"I'm afraid it means I'm nothing else," he answered; and while I was +glad he was so honest, I couldn't help feeling anxious at having Peggy +engaged to a man so unformed in his beliefs. I do not care so much WHAT +people believe, for I am not bigoted, as that they should believe +SOMETHING, and that with their whole hearts. There are a great many +young men like Henry Goward, to-day, who have no fixed beliefs and no +established principles beyond a vague desire to be what they call +"decent fellows." One needs more than that in this world. + +However, I found the boy likable, and everything went smoothly for a +time, when all at once I felt something had gone wrong--what, I didn't +know. Mr. Goward received a telegram and left suddenly. Ada, I could +see, was anxious; Peggy, tearful; and, as if this wasn't enough, Mrs. +Temple, our new neighbor, who had seemed a sensible body to me, had +some sort of a falling-out with Aunt Elizabeth, who pretended that Mrs. +Temple was jealous of her! After Mrs. Temple had gone home, Elizabeth +Talbert went around pleased as Punch and swore us all to solemn secrecy +never to tell any one about "Mrs. Temple's absurd jealousy." + +"You needn't worry about me, Aunt Elizabeth," I said. "I'm not likely +to go around proclaiming that ANOTHER woman has made a fool of herself." + +Elizabeth Talbert is one of those women who live on a false basis. She +is a case of arrested development. She enjoys the same amusements that +she did fifteen years ago. She is like a young fruit that has been put +up in a preserving fluid and gives the illusion of youth; the +preserving fluid in her case is the disappointment she suffered as a +girl. I like useful women--women who, whether married or unmarried, +bring things to pass in this world, and Elizabeth does not. Still, I +can't help feeling sorry for her, poor thing; in the end our own +shortcomings and vanities hurt us more than they hurt any one else. I +heartily wish she would get married--I have known women older than +Elizabeth, and worse-looking, to find husbands--both for her own sake +and for Ada's, for her comings and goings complicate life for my +daughter. She diffuses around her an atmosphere of criticism--I do not +think she ever returns from a visit to the city without wishing that we +should have dinner at night, and Alice is beginning to prick up her +ears and listen to her. She spends a great deal of time over her dress, +and, if she has grown no older, neither have her clothes--not a +particle. She dresses in gowns suitable for Peggy, but which Maria, who +is years younger than her aunt, would not think of wearing. Elizabeth +is the kind of woman who is a changed being at the approach of a man; +she is even different when Cyrus or Billy is around; she brightens up +and exerts herself to please them; but when she is alone with Ada and +me she is frankly bored and looks out of the window in a sad, far-away +manner. The presence of men has a most rejuvenating effect on Aunt +Elizabeth, although she pretends she has never been interested in any +man since her disappointment years ago. When she got back and found +Harry Goward here, instead of relapsing into her lack-lustre ways, as +she generally does, she kept on her interested air. + +I have always thought that houses have their atmosphere, like people, +and this house lately has seemed bewitched. After Mr. Goward left, +although every one tried to pretend things were as they should be, the +situation grew more and more uncomfortable. I felt it, though no one +told me a thing. I fancy that most older people have the same +experience often that I have had lately. All at once you are aware +something is wrong. You can't tell why you feel this; you only know +that you are living in the cold shadow of some invisible unhappiness. +You see no tears in the eyes of the people you love, but tears have +been shed just the same. Why? You don't know, and no one thinks of +telling you. It is like seeing life from so far off that you cannot +make out what has happened. I have sometimes leaned out of a window and +have seen down the street a crowd of gesticulating people, but I was +too far off to know whether some one was hurt or whether it was only +people gathered around a man selling something. When I see such things +my heart beats, for I am always afraid it is an accident, and so with +the things I don't know in my own household. I always fancy them worse +than they are. There are so many things one can imagine when one +doesn't KNOW, and now I fancied everything. Such things, I think, tell +on older people more than on younger ones, and at last I went to my +room and kept there most of the time, reading William James's Varieties +of Religious Experience. It is an excellent work in many ways. I am +told it is given in sanitariums for nervous people to read, for the +purpose of getting their minds off themselves. I found it useful to get +my mind off others, for of late I have gotten to an almost morbid +alertness, and I know by the very way Peggy ran up the stairs that +something ailed her even before I caught a glimpse of her face, which +showed me that she was going straight to her room to cry. + +This sort of thing had happened too often, and I made up my mind I +would not live in this moral fog another moment. So I went to Ada. + +"Ada," I said, "I am your mother, and I think I have a right to ask you +a question. I want to know this: what has that young man been doing?" + +"I suppose you mean Harry," Ada answered. "He hasn't been doing +anything. Peggy's a little upset because he isn't a good correspondent. +You know how girls feel--" + +"Don't tell ME, Ada," said I. "I know better. There's more in it than +that. Peggy's a sensible girl. There's something wrong, and I want you +to tell me what it is." Younger people don't realize how bad it can be +to be left to worry alone in the dark. + +Ada sat down with a discouraged air such as I have seldom seen her +with. I went over to her and took her hand in mine. + +"Tell mother what's worrying you, dear," I said, gently. + +"Why, it's all so absurd," Ada answered. "I can't make head or tail of +it. Aunt Elizabeth came to me full of mystery soon after she came back, +and told me that Harry Goward had become infatuated with her when she +was off on one of her visits--" + +I couldn't help exclaiming, "Well, of all things!" + +"That's not the queerest part," Ada went on. "She told me as +confidently as could be that he is still in love with her." + +"Ada," said I, "Elizabeth Talbert must be daft! Does she think that all +the men in the world are in love with her--at her age? First Mrs. +Temple making such a rumpus, and now this--" + +"At first I thought just as you do," Ada said, helplessly. "Of course +there can't be anything in it--and yet--I'm sure I don't understand the +situation at all. You know Harry left quite unexpectedly--soon after +Elizabeth came; he didn't write for a week--and then to her, and +Peggy's only had one short note from him--" + +I can see through a hole in a millstone as well as any one, and a light +dawned on me. + +"You can depend upon it, Ada," I said, "Aunt Elizabeth has been making +trouble! I don't know what she's been up to, but she's been up to +something! I wondered why she had been having such a contented look +lately--and now I know." + +"Oh, mother, I can't believe that!" Ada protested. "I thought Elizabeth +was a little vain and silly, and, though everything is so +incomprehensible, I don't believe for a moment that Aunt Elizabeth +would do anything to hurt Peggy." + +My Ada is a truly good woman--so good that it is almost impossible for +her to believe ill of any one, and she was profoundly shocked at what I +suggested. + +"I don't think in the beginning Elizabeth intended to hurt Peggy," I +answered her, gently, "but when you've lived as long in the world as I +have you'll realize to what lengths a woman will go to show the world +she's still young. Just look at it for yourself. Everything was going +smoothly until Elizabeth came. Now it's not. Elizabeth has told you +she's had goings-on with Harry Goward. I don't see, Ada, how you can be +so blind as not to be willing to look the truth in the face. If it's +not Elizabeth's fault, whose is it? I don't suppose you believe Henry +Goward's dying for love of Aunt Elizabeth when he can look at Peggy! +Oh, I'd like to hear his side of the story! For you may be sure that +there is one!" + +"Mother," said Ada, "if I believed Elizabeth had done anything to mar +that child's happiness--" + +She stopped for fear, I suppose, of what she might be led to say. "We +mustn't judge before we know," she finished. But I knew by the look on +her face that, if Aunt Elizabeth has made trouble, Ada will never +forgive her. + +"What does Cyrus say to all this?" I asked, by way of diversion. + +"Oh, I haven't told Cyrus anything about it. I didn't intend to tell +any one--about Aunt Elizabeth's part in it. I think Cyrus is a little +uneasy himself, but he's been so busy lately--" + +"Well," I said, "_I_ think Cyrus ought to be told! And you're the one +to do it. Don't let's judge, to be sure, before we know everything, but +I think Cyrus ought to know the mischief his sister is making! +Elizabeth simply makes a convenience of this house. It's her basis of +departure to pack her trunk from, that's all your home means to her. +She's never lifted a finger to be useful beyond rearranging the +furniture in a different way from what you'd arranged it. She acts +exactly as if she were a young lady boarder. She's nothing whatever to +do in this world except make trouble for others. I think Cyrus should +know, and then if he prefers his sister's convenience to his wife's +happiness, well and good!" It's not often I speak out, but now and then +things happen which I can't very well keep silent about. It did me good +to ease my mind about Elizabeth Talbert for once. + +Ada only said, "Elizabeth and I have always been such good friends, and +she's so fond of Peggy." + +Ada doesn't realize that with some women vanity is stronger than +loyalty. She kissed me. "It's done me good to talk to you, mother," she +said, "because now it doesn't seem, when I put it outside myself, that +there's very much of anything to worry about." + +Ada has always been like that--she seems to get rid of her troubles +just by telling them. Now she had passed her riddle on to me, and I +could not keep Peggy and her affairs from my mind. I tried to tell +myself that it would be better for every one to find out now than later +if Henry Goward was not worthy to be Peggy's husband. But, oh, for all +their sakes, how I hoped this cloud, whatever it was, would blow over! +I have a very good constitution and I know how to take care of it, but +when several more days passed without Peggy's hearing from Henry again +I gave way, but I tried to keep up on Ada's account. I began to see how +much this young man's honor and faithfulness meant to Peggy, and I took +long excursions back into the past to remember how I felt at her age. +Mail-time was the difficult time for all three of us. Before the +postman came Peggy would brighten up; not that she was drooping at any +time, only I knew how tensely she waited, because Ada and I waited with +her. When the man came, and again no letters, Peggy held up her head +bravely as could be, but I could see, all the same, how the light had +gone out. The worst of it was, everybody knew about it. It would have +been twice as easy for the child if she could have borne it alone, but +Elizabeth Talbert watched the mail like a cat, and even manoeuvred to +try and get the letters before Peggy, while Alice went around with her +nose in the air, and I heard Maria saying to Ada: + +"What's all this about Harry Goward's not writing?" + +To escape it all I took to my room, coming down only for meals. I +couldn't eat a thing, and Cyrus noticed it--it is queer how observant +men are about some things and how unobservant about others. He didn't +tell me what he was going to do, but in the afternoon Dr. Denbigh came +to see me. That's the way they do--I'm liable to have the doctor sent +in to look me over any time, whether I want him or not. Dr. Denbigh is +an excellent friend and a good doctor, but at my time of life I should +be lacking in intelligence if I didn't understand my constitution +better than any doctor can. They seem to think that there's more virtue +in a pill or a powder because a doctor gives it to one than because +one's common-sense tells one to take it. That afternoon I didn't need +him any more than a squirrel needs a pocket, and I told him so. He +laughed, and then grew serious. + +"You're not looking as well as you did, Mrs. Evarts," he said, "and +Talbert told me that you had all the preliminary symptoms of one of +your attacks and wanted me to 'nip it in the bud,' he said." + +"Dr. Denbigh," said I, "if the matter with me could be cured by the +things you know, there are other people in this house who need your +attention more than I." I wanted to add that if Cyrus would always be +as far-sighted as he has been about me there wouldn't be anything the +matter to-day, but I held my tongue. + +"I see you're worried about something," the doctor said, very kindly. +"Mental anxiety pulls you down quicker than anything." + +Then as he sat chatting with me so kind and good--there's something +about Dr. Denbigh that makes me think of my own father, although he is +young enough to be my son--I told him the whole thing, all except Aunt +Elizabeth's share in it. I merely told him that Henry Goward had +written to her and not to Peggy. + +I felt very much better. He took what I told him seriously, and yet not +in the tragic way we did. He has a way of listening that is very +comforting. + +"It seems absurd, I know, for an old woman like me to get upset just +because her grandchild does not get letters from her sweetheart," I +told him. "But you see, doctor, no one suffers alone in a family like +ours. An event like this is like a wave that disturbs the whole surface +of the water. Every one of us feels anything that happens, each in his +separate way. Why, I can't be sick without its causing inconvenience to +Billy." And it is true; people in this world are bound up together in +an extraordinary fashion; and I wondered if Henry Goward's mother was +unhappy too, and was wondering what it was Peggy had done to her boy, +for she, of course, will think whatever happens is Peggy's fault. The +engagement of these two young people has been like a stone thrown into +a pond, and it takes only a very little pebble to ruffle the water +farther than one would believe it possible. + +After the doctor left, Ada came to sit with me. We were sewing quietly +when I heard voices in the hall. I heard Peggy say, "I want you to tell +mother." Then Billy growled: + +"I don't see what you're making such a kick for. I wouldn't have told +you if I'd known you'd be so silly." + +And I heard Peggy say again: + +"I want you to tell mother." Her tone was perfectly even, but it +sounded like Cyrus when he is angry. They both came in. Peggy was +flushed, and her lips were pressed firmly together. She looked older +than I have ever seen her. + +"What's the matter?" Ada asked them. + +"Tell her," Peggy commanded. Billy didn't know what it all was about. + +"Why, I just said I wondered what Aunt Elizabeth was telegraphing Harry +Goward about, and now she drags me in here and makes a fuss," he said, +in an aggrieved tone. + +"He was over at Whitman playing around the telegraph-office--he had +driven over on the express-wagon--and when Aunt Elizabeth drove up he +hid because he didn't want her to see him. Then he heard the operator +read the address aloud," Peggy explained, evenly. + +"Is this so?" Ada asked. + +"Sure," Billy answered, disgustedly, and made off as fast as he could. + +"Now," said Peggy, "I want to know why Harry wrote to Aunt Elizabeth, +and why she telegraphed him--over there where no one could see her!" +She stood up very straight. "I think I ought to know," she said, gently. + +"Yes, dear," Ada answered, "I think you ought." + +I shall be sorry for Elizabeth Talbert if she has been making mischief. + + + +IV. THE DAUGHTER-IN-LAW + +by Mary Stewart Cutting + +I have never identified myself with my husband's family, and Charles +Edward, who is the best sort ever, doesn't expect me to. Of course, I +want to be decent to them, though I know they talk about me, but you +can't make oil and water mix, and I don't see the use of pretending +that you can. I know they never can understand how Charles Edward +married me, and they never can get used to my being such a different +type from theirs. The Talberts are all blue-eyed, fair-haired, and +rosy, and I'm dark, thin, and pale, and Grandmother Evarts always +thinks I can't be well, and wants me to take the medicine she takes. + +But, really, I see very little of the family, except Alice and Billy, +who don't count. Billy comes in at any time he feels like it to get a +book and something to eat, though the others don't know it, and Alice +has fits of stopping in every afternoon on her way from school, and +then perhaps doesn't come near me for weeks. Alice is terribly +discontented at home, and I think it's a very good thing that she is; +anything is better than sinking to that dreadful dead level. She +doesn't quite know whether to take up the artistic life or be a society +queen, and she feels that nobody understands her at home. It makes her +nearly wild when Aunt Elizabeth comes back from one of her grand visits +and acts as if SHE wasn't anything. She came over right after the row, +of course, and told me all about it--she had on her new white China +silk and her hat with the feathers. She said she was so excited about +everything that she couldn't stop to think about what she put on; she +looked terribly dressed up, but she had come all through the village +with her waist unfastened in the middle of the back--she said she +couldn't reach the hooks. Aunt Elizabeth had gone away that morning for +overnight, so nobody could get at her to find out about her actions +with Mr. Goward, and the telegram she had sent to him, until the next +day, and every one was nearly crazy. They talked about it for two hours +before Maria went home. Then Peggy had locked herself in her room, and +her mother had gone out, and her grandmother was sitting now on the +piazza, rocking and sighing, with her eyes shut. Alice said each person +had got dreadfully worked up, not only about Aunt Elizabeth, but about +all the ways every other member of the family had hurt that person at +some time. Maria said that Peggy never would take HER advice, and Peggy +returned that Maria had hurt her more than any one by her attitude +toward Harry Goward, that she was so suspicious of him that it had made +him act unnaturally from the first--that nothing had hurt her so much +since the time Maria took away Peggy's doll on purpose when she was a +little girl--the doll she used to sleep with--and burned it; it was +something she had NEVER got over. + +Then her mother, who hadn't been talking very much, said that Peggy +didn't realize the depth of Maria's affection for her, and what a good +sister she had been, and how she had taken care of Peggy the winter +that Peggy was ill--and then she couldn't help saying that, bad as was +this affair about Harry Goward, it wasn't like the anxiety one felt +about a sick child; there were times when she felt that she could bear +anything if Charles Edward's health were only properly looked after. Of +course Lorraine was young and inexperienced, but if she would only use +her influence with him-- + +Alice broke off suddenly, and said she had to go--it was just as Dr. +Denbigh's little auto was coming down the street. She dashed out of the +door and bowed to him from the crossing, quite like a young lady, for +all her short skirts--she really did look fetching! Dr. Denbigh smiled +at her, but not the way he used to smile at Peggy. I really thought he +cared for Peggy once, though he's so much older that nobody else seemed +to dream of such a thing. + +Of course, after Alice went, I just sat there in the chair all humped +up, thinking of her last words. + +The family are always harping on "Lorraine's influence." If they wanted +their dear Charles Edward made different from the way he is, why on +earth didn't they do it themselves, when they had the chance? That's +what I want to know! I know they mean to be nice to me, but they take +it for granted that every habit Charles Edward has or hasn't, and +everything he does or doesn't, is because I didn't do something that I +ought to have done, or condoned something that I ought not. They seem +to think that a man is made of soft, kindergarten clay, and all a wife +has to do is to sit down and mould him as she pleases. Well, some men +may be like that, but Peter isn't. The family never really have +forgiven me for calling their darling "Charles Edward" Peter. I +perfectly loathe that long-winded Walter-Scotty name, and I don't care +how many grandfathers it's descended from. I'm sorry, of course, if it +hurts their feelings, but as long as _I_ don't object to their calling +him what THEY like, I don't see why they mind. And as for my managing +Peter, they know perfectly well that, though he's a darling, he's just +mulishly obstinate. He's had his own way ever since he was born; the +whole family simply adore him. His mother has always waited on him hand +and foot, though she's sensible enough with the other children. If he +looks sulky she is perfectly miserable. I am really very fond of my +mother-in-law--that is, I am fond of her IN SPOTS. There are times when +she understands how I feel about Peter better than any one else--like +that dreadful spring when he had pneumonia and I was nearly wild. I +know she is dreadfully unselfish and kind, but she WILL think--they all +do--that they know what Peter needs better than I do, and whenever they +see me alone it's to hint that I ought to keep him from smoking too +much and being extravagant, and that I should make him wear his +overcoat and go to bed early and take medicine when he has a cold. And +through everything else they hark back to that everlasting, "If you'd +only exert your influence, Lorraine dear, to make Charles Edward take +more interest in the business--his father thinks so much of that." + +If I were to tell them that Charles Edward perfectly detests the +business, and will NEVER be interested in it and never make anything +out of it, they'd all go straight off the handle; yet they all know it +just as well as I do. That's the trouble--you simply can't tell them +the truth about anything; they don't want to hear it. I never talk at +all any more when I go over to the big house, for I can't seem to +without horrifying somebody. + +I thought I should die when I first came here; it was so different from +the way it is at home, where you can say or do anything you please +without caring what anybody thinks. Dad has always believed in not +restricting individuality, and that girls have just as much right to +live their own lives as boys--which is a fortunate thing, for, counting +Momsey, there are four of us. + +We never had any system about anything at home, thank goodness! We just +had atmosphere. Dad was an artist, you know, and he does paint such +lovely pictures; but he gave it up as a profession when we were little, +and went into business, because, he said, he couldn't let his family +starve--and we all think it was so perfectly noble of him! I couldn't +give up being an artist for anybody, no matter WHO starved, and Peter +feels that way, too. Of course we both realize that we're not LIVING +here in this hole, we're simply existing, and nothing matters very much +until we get out of it. In six months, when Charles Edward is +twenty-five, there's a little money coming to him--three thousand +dollars--and then we're going to Paris to live our own lives; but +nobody knows anything about that. One day I said something, without +thinking, to my mother-in-law about that money; I've forgotten what it +was, but she looked so horrified and actually gasped: + +"You wouldn't think of Charles Edward's using his PRINCIPAL, Lorraine?" + +And I said: "Why not? It's his own principal." + +Well, I just made up my mind afterward that I'd never open my mouth +again, while I live here, about ANYTHING I was interested in, even +about Peter! + +His father might have let him go to Paris that year before we met, when +he was in New York at the Art League, just as well as not, but the +family all consulted about it, Peter says, and concluded it wasn't +"necessary." That is the blight that is always put on everything we +want to do--it isn't necessary. Oh, how Alice hates that word! She says +she supposes it's never "necessary" to be happy. + +Well, Peter heard that when the Paris scheme came up--he'd written home +that he couldn't work without the art atmosphere--Grandmother Evarts +said: + +"Why, I'm sure he has the Metropolitan Museum to go to; and there's +Wanamaker's picture-gallery, too. Has he been to Wanamaker's?" + +I thought I should throw a fit when Peter told me that! + +I know, of course, that the family pity Peter for living in a house +that's all at sixes and sevens, and for not having everything the way +he has been used to having it; and I know they think I keep him from +going to see them all at home, when the truth is--although, as usual, I +can't say it--sometimes I absolutely have to HOUND him to go there; +though, of course, he's awfully fond of them all, and his mother +especially; but he gets dreadfully lazy, and says they're his own +people, anyway, and he can do as he pleases about it. It's their own +fault, because they've always spoiled him. And if they only knew how he +hates just that way of living he's been always used to, with its +little, petty cast-iron rules and regulations, and the stupid family +meals, where everybody is expected to be on time to the minute! My +father-in-law pulls out his chair at the dinner-table exactly as the +clock is striking one, and if any member of the family is a fraction +late all the rest are solemn and strained and nervous until the culprit +appears. Peter says the way he used to suffer--he was NEVER on time. + +The menu for each day of the week is as fixed as fate, no matter what +the season of the year: hot roast beef, Sunday; cold roast beef, +Monday; beef-steak, Tuesday; roast mutton, Wednesday; mutton pot-pie, +Thursday; corned beef, Friday; and beef-steak again on Saturday. My +father-in-law never eats fish or poultry, so they only have either if +there is state company. There's one sacred apple pudding that's been +made every Wednesday for nineteen years, and if you can imagine +anything more positively dreadful than that, _I_ can't. + +Every time, as soon as we sit down to the table, Grandmother Evarts +always begins, officially: + +"Well, Charles Edward, my dear boy, we don't have you here very often +nowadays. I said to your mother yesterday that it was two whole weeks +since you had been to see her. What have you been doing with yourself +lately?" + +And when he says, as he always does, "Nothing, grandmother," I know +she's disappointed, and then she starts in and tells what she has been +doing, and Maria--Maria always manages to be there when we are--Maria +tells what SHE has been doing, with little side digs at me because I +haven't been pickling or preserving or cleaning. Once, when I first +went there, Maria asked me at dinner what days I had for cleaning. And +I said, as innocently as possible, that I hadn't any; that I perfectly +loathed cleaning, and that we never cleaned at home! Of course it +wasn't true, but we never talk about it, anyway. Peter said he nearly +shrieked with joy to hear me come out like that. + +It was almost as bad as the time I wore that sweet little yellow Empire +gown. It's a dear, and Lyman Wilde simply raved over it when he painted +me in it (not that he can really paint, but he has a TOUCH with +everything he does). I noticed that everybody seemed solemn and queer, +but I never dreamed that I was the cause until my mother-in-law came to +me afterward, blushing, and told me that Mr. Talbert never allowed any +of the family to wear Mother Hubbards around the house. MOTHER +HUBBARDS! I could have moaned. Well, when I go around there now I never +care what I have on, and I never pretend to talk at meals; I just sit +and try and make my mind a blank until it's over. You HAVE to make your +mind a blank if you don't want to be driven raving crazy by that +dining-room. It has a hideous black-walnut sideboard, an "oil-painting" +of pale, bloated fruit on one side, and pale, bloated fish on the +other, and a strip of black-and-white marbled oil-cloth below. + +I feel sometimes as if I could hardly live until my father-in-law rises +from his chair and kisses his wife good-bye before going off to the +factory. She always blushes so prettily when he kisses her--as if it +were for the first time. Then everybody looks pained when Peter and I +just nod at each other as he goes out--I cannot be affectionate to him +before them--and then, thank Heaven! the rest of us escape from the +dining-room. + +How Peggy, who has been away from home and seen and done things, can +stand it there now as it is, is a continual wonder to me. + +Peggy is a dear little thing. Peter has always been awfully fond of +her, but she doesn't seem to have an idea in her head beyond her +clothes and Harry Goward, though she'll HAVE to have something more to +her if she's going to keep HIM. The moment I saw that boy, of course I +knew that he had the artistic temperament; I've seen so much of it. +He's the kind that's always awfully gloomy until eleven o'clock in the +morning, and has to make love intensely to somebody every evening. What +it must have been to that boy, after indulging in a romantic dream with +poor little earnest, downright Peggy, to wake up and find the +engagement taken seriously not only by her, but by all her +relatives--find himself being welcomed into the family, introduced to +them all as a future member--what it must have been to him I can't +imagine! Peggy has no more temperament than a cow--the combination of +Maria and Tom, and Grandmother Evarts, and Billy with his face washed +clean, and Alice with three enormous bows on her hair, all waiting to +welcome him, standing by the pictorial lamp on the brown worsted mat on +the centre-table, made me fairly howl when I sat at home and thought of +it--and that was before I'd SEEN Harry. + +The family were, of course, quite "hurt" that Peter and I wouldn't +assist at the celebration. I cannot see why people WILL want you to do +things when they KNOW you don't care to! + +The next evening, however, we had to go, when Peggy herself came around +and asked us. Of course Mr. Goward was with Peggy most of the time. +They certainly looked charming together, but rather conscious and +stiff. Every member of the family was watching his every motion. Oh, +I've been there! I know what it is! + +Some of the neighbors were there, too. Peter hardly ever plays on the +big, old-fashioned grand-piano, but that night he was so bored he had +to. The family always THINK they're very musical--you can know the +style when I tell you that after Peter has been rambling through bits +from Schumann and Richard Strauss they always ask him if he won't "play +something." Well, after Peggy had gone into the other room with her +mother to do the polite to Mrs. Temple, Mr. Goward gravitated over to +where I sat in the big bay-window behind the piano; he had that +"be-good-to-me,-won't-you?" air that I know so well! Then we got to +talking and listening in between whiles--he knows lots of girls in the +Art League--till Peter began playing that heart-breaking "Im Herbst" +from the Franz Songs, and then he said: + +"You're going to be my sister, aren't you? Won't you let me hold your +hand while your husband's playing that? It makes me feel so lonely!" + +I answered, promptly, "Certainly; hold both hands if you like!" + +And we laughed, and Peter turned around for a moment and smiled, too. +Oh, it WAS nice to meet somebody of one's own kind! You get so sick of +having everything taken seriously. + +That night, after we'd left the house, Harry caught up with us at the +corner on his way to the hotel, and went home with us, and we all +talked until three o'clock in the morning. We simply ate all over the +house--goodness! how hungry we were! At Peter's home it's an unheard-of +thing to eat anything after half-past six--almost a crime, unless it's +a wedding or state reception. We began now with coffee in the +dining-room, and jam and cheese, and ended by gradual stages at hot +lobster in the chafing-dish in the studio--the darky was out all night, +as usual. + +Then Harry and Peter concluded that it was too late to go to bed at +all--it was really daylight--so they took bath-towels and went down to +the river and had a swim, and Harry slipped back to the house at six +o'clock. He said we'd repeat it all the next night, but of course we +didn't. He's the kind that, as soon as he's promised to do a thing, +feels at once that he doesn't really want to do it. + +The next day Peter's Aunt Elizabeth came on the scene, and of course we +stayed away as much as we could. She loves Peter--they all do--but she +hasn't any use for me, and shows it. She thinks I'm perfectly dumb and +stupid. I simply don't exist, and I've never tried to undeceive +her--it's too much trouble. She always wants to tell people how to do +their hair and put on their clothes. + +Miss Elizabeth Talbert is a howling swell; she only just endures it +here. I've heard lots of things about her from Bell Pickering, who +knows the Munroes--Lily Talbert, they call her there. She thinks she's +fond of Art, but she really doesn't know the first thing about it--she +doesn't like anything that isn't expensive and elegant and a la mode. + +The only time she ever came to see me she actually PICKED her way +around the house when I was showing it to her--there's no other word to +use--just because there was a glass of jelly on the sofa, and the +painting things were all over the studio with Peter's clothes. I +perfectly hated her that day, yet I do love to look at her, and I can +see how she might be terribly nice if you were any one she thought +worth caring for. There have been times when I've seen a look on her +face, like the clear ethereal light beyond the sunset, that just PULLED +at me. She is very fond of Peggy; I know she would never do anything to +injure Peggy. + +Poor little Peggy! When I think of this affair about Harry Goward I +don't believe she ever felt sure of him; that is why she is so worked +up over this matter now. I know there was something that I felt from +the first through all her excitement, something that wasn't quite happy +in her happiness. I feel atmospheres at once; I just can't help it. And +when I get feeling other people's atmospheres too much I lose my own, +and then I can't paint. I began so well the other day with the picture +of that Armenian peddler, and now since Alice left I can't do a thing +with it; his bare yellow knees look just like ugly grape-fruit. I wish +Sally was in. She can't cook, but she can do a song-and-dance that's +worth its weight in gold when you're down in the mouth. + +--Just then I looked out of the window and saw my mother-in-law coming +in. For a minute I was frightened. I'd never seen her look like that +before--so white and almost OLD; she seemed hardly able to walk, and I +ran to the door and helped her in, and put her in a chair and her feet +on a footstool, and got her my dear little Venetian bottle of +smelling-salts with the long silver chain; it's so beautiful it makes +you feel better just to look at it. I whisked Peter's shoes out into +the hall, and when I sat down by her she put her hand out to me and +said, "Dear child," and I got all throaty, the way I do when any one +speaks like that to me, for, oh, I HAVE been lonesome for Dad and +Momsey and my own dear home! though no one ever seems to imagine it, +and I said: + +"Oh, can't I do something for you, Madonna?" I usually just call her +"you," but once in a great while, when there's nobody else around, I +call her Madonna, and I know she likes it, even if she does think it a +little Romish or sacrilegious or something queer. + +But she said she didn't want anything, only to rest a few minutes, and +that there was something she wanted me to tell Peter. She couldn't come +in the evening to see him without every one wanting to know why she +came. There was some terrible trouble about Peggy's engagement. She +flushed up and hesitated, and when I broke in to say, "You needn't +bother to explain, I know all about the whole thing," she didn't seem +at all surprised or ask how I knew--she only seemed relieved to find +that she could go right on. I never can be demonstrative to her before +people, but I just put my arms around her now when she said: + +"It's a great comfort to be able to come to you, Lorraine, and speak +out. At home your dear grandmother considers me so much--she only +thinks of everything as it affects me, but it makes it so that I can't +always show what I feel, for if I do she gets ill. All _I_ can think of +is Peggy. If you knew what it was to me just now when my little Peggy +went away from me and locked herself in her room--Peggy, who all her +life has always come to me for comfort--" + +She stopped for a minute, and I patted her. It was so unlike my +mother-in-law to speak in this way; she's usually so self-contained +that it made me sort of awestruck. After a moment she went on in a +different voice: + +"They all want me to tell Cyrus--your father--that Aunt Elizabeth has +been trying to take Mr. Goward's affections away from Peggy. I'm afraid +it's just what she has been doing, though it seems incredible that she +should have any attraction for a young man. I was glad Elizabeth had +gone away overnight, for Maria is in such a state I don't know what +might have happened." + +"And don't you want to tell--father?" I gulped, but I knew I must say +it. "Why not, Madonna?" + +She shook her head, with that look that makes you feel sometimes that +she isn't just the gentle and placid person that she appears to be. I +seemed to catch a glimpse of something very clear and strong. If I +could paint her with an expression like that I'd make my fortune. + +"No, Lorraine. If it was about anybody but your aunt Elizabeth I would, +but I can't speak against her. It's her home as well as mine; I've +always realized that. I made up my mind, when I married, that I never +would come between brother and sister, and I never have. Aunt Elizabeth +doesn't know how many times I have smoothed matters over for her, how +many times Cyrus has been provoked because he thought she didn't show +enough consideration for me. I have always loved Aunt Elizabeth, and I +believed she loved us--but when I saw my Peggy to-day, Lorraine, I +couldn't go and tell your father about Aunt Elizabeth while I feel as I +do now! I couldn't be just. If I made him angry with her--" + +She stopped, and I didn't need to have her go on. My father-in-law is +one of those big, kind, sensible, good-natured men who, when they do +get angry, go clear off the handle, and are so absolutely furious and +unreasonable you can't do anything with them. He got that way at Peter +once--but it makes me so furious myself when I think of it that I never +do. + +"And, Lorraine," Madonna went on, quite simply, "bringing all this home +to Aunt Elizabeth and making her pay up for it really has nothing to do +with Peggy's happiness. It is my child's happiness that I want, +Lorraine. There may be a misunderstanding of some +kind--misunderstandings are very cruel things sometimes, Lorraine. I +cannot believe that boy doesn't care for her--why, he loved her dearly! +It seems to me far the best and most dignified thing to just write to +Mr. Goward himself and find out the truth." + +"I think so, too!" said I. "Oh, Madonna, you're a Jim Dandy!" + +"And so," she went on, "I want you to ask Charles Edward to write +to-night. I'll leave the address with you. As Peggy's brother, it will +be more suitable for him to attend to the matter." + +Charles Edward! I simply gasped. The idea of Peter's writing to Harry +Goward to ask him the state of his affections! If Peter's mother +couldn't realize how perfectly impossible it was for even ME to make +Peter do a thing that--Well--I was knocked silly. + +Dear Madonna is the survival of a period when a woman always expected +some man to face any crisis for her. All I could do was to say, +resignedly: + +"I'll give him the address." And when she got up I went to the gate +with her. She was as dear as she could be; I just loved her until she +happened to say: + +"When I came in I thought you might be lying down, for I looked up and +saw the shades were pulled down in your room, as they are now." + +"Oh," I said, "I don't suppose anybody has been back in the room since +we got up." And I was downright scared, she looked at me so strangely +and began to tremble all over. "What IS the matter?" I cried. "Do come +into the house again!" But she only grasped my arm and said, tragically: + +"Lorraine, it isn't POSSIBLE that you haven't made your bed at four +o'clock in the afternoon!" And I answered: + +"Oh, I always make it up before I sleep in it." And then I knew that +I'd said just the wrong thing. What difference it can make to ANYBODY +what time you make your OWN bed I can't see! She tried to make me +promise I'd always make it up before ten o'clock in the morning. Why, I +wouldn't even promise to always feel fond of Peter at ten o'clock in +the morning! I NEVER have anything to do with the family without always +feeling on edge afterward. Why, when she was so sweet and strong about +Peggy and Aunt Elizabeth and all the rest of it, WHY should she get +upset about such a trifle? + +I stood there by the gate just glowering as she went off. I knew she +thought I was going to perdition. I was sick of "the engagement." What +business was it of Peter's and mine, anyhow? It had nothing to do with +us, really. Then I thought of the time Peter and I quarrelled, and how +DEAR Lyman Wilde was about it, and how he brought Peter back to +me--just to say the name of Lyman Wilde always makes me feel better. I +adore him, and always shall, and Peter knows it. If I could only go +back to the Settlement and hear him say, "Little girl," in that coaxing +voice of his! He is one of those men who are always working so hard for +other people that you forget he hasn't anything for himself. + +Thinking of him made me quite chipper again, and I went in and got his +picture and stuck it up in the mantel-piece and put flowers in front of +it. When Peter came in I told him about everything, and of course he +refused to write to Harry Goward, as I knew he would. He said it was +all rot, anyway, and that Harry was a nice boy, but not worth making +such a fuss over. He didn't know that he was particularly stuck on +Peggy's marrying Harry Goward, anyway--but there was no use in any +one's interfering. Peggy was the person to write. Finally he said he'd +telephone to Harry the next day to come out and stay at our house over +Sunday, and then he and Peggy could have a chance to settle it. + +But Peter didn't telephone. He was late at the Works the next +day--though not nearly so late as he often is; but Mr. Talbert has a +perfect fad about every one's getting there on time; it's one of the +things there's always been a tug about between him and Peter. I should +think he'd have realized long ago that Peter NEVER will be on time, and +just make up his mind to it, but he won't. Well, Peter came back again +to the house a little after nine, perfectly white; he said he'd never +enter the factory again. . . . + +His father was in a towering rage when Peter went in; he spoke to Peter +so that every one could hear him, and then--Oh, it was a dreadful +time!... + +Alice told me afterward that Maria had found her father in the garden +before breakfast. She insinuated, in HER way, all kinds of dreadful +things about Harry Goward and Aunt Elizabeth, and there was a scene at +the breakfast-table--and Peggy was taken so ill that they had to send +for Dr. Denbigh. I don't know what will happen when Aunt Elizabeth +comes home. + + + +V. THE SCHOOL-GIRL + +by Elizabeth Jordan + +Except for Billy, who is a boy and does not count, I am the youngest +person in our family; and when I tell you that there are eleven of +us--well, you can dimly imagine the kind of a time I have. Two or three +days ago I heard Grandma Evarts say something to the minister about +"the down-trodden and oppressed of foreign lands," and after he had +gone I asked her what they were. For a wonder, she told me; usually +when Billy and I ask questions you would think the whole family had +been struck dumb. But this time she answered and I remember every +word--for if ever anything sounded like a description of Billy and me +it was what Grandma Evarts said that day. I told her so, too; but, of +course, she only looked at me over her spectacles and didn't understand +what I meant. Nobody ever does except Billy and Aunt Elizabeth, and +they're not much comfort. Billy is always so busy getting into trouble +and having me get him out of it, and feeling sorry for himself, that he +hasn't time to sympathize with me. Besides, as I've said before, he's +only a boy, and you know what boys are and how they lack the delicate +feelings girls have, and how their minds never work when you want them +to. As for Aunt Elizabeth, she is lovely sometimes, and the way she +remembers things that happened when she was young is simply wonderful. +She knows how girls feel, too, and how they suffer when they are like +Dr. Denbigh says I am--very nervous and sensitive and high-strung. But +she admitted to me to-day that she had never before really made up her +mind whether I am the "sweet, unsophisticated child" she calls me, or +what Tom Price says I am, The Eastridge Animated and Undaunted Daily +Bugle and Clarion Call. He calls me that because I know so much about +what is going on; and he says if Mr. Temple could get me on his paper +as a regular contributor there wouldn't be a domestic hearth-stone left +in Eastridge. He says the things I drop will break every last one of +them, anyhow, beginning with the one at home. That's the way he talks, +and though I don't always know exactly what he means I can tell by his +expression that it is not very complimentary. + +Aunt Elizabeth is different from the others, and she and I have +inspiring conversations sometimes--serious ones, you know, about life +and responsibility and careers; and then, at other times, just when I'm +revealing my young heart to her the way girls do in books, she gets +absent-minded or laughs at me, or stares and says, "You extraordinary +infant," and changes the subject. At first it used to hurt me +dreadfully, but now I'm beginning to think she does it when she can't +answer my questions. I've asked her lots and lots of things that have +made her sit up and gasp, I can tell you, and I have more all ready as +soon as I get the chance. + +There is another thing I will mention while I think of it. Grandma +Evarts is always talking about "rules of life," but the only rule of +life I'm perfectly sure I have is to always mention things when I think +of them. Even that doesn't please the family, though, because sometimes +I mention things they thought I didn't know, and then they are annoyed +and cross instead of learning a lesson by it and realizing how silly it +is to try to keep secrets from me. If they'd TELL me, and put me on my +honor, I could keep their old secrets as well as anybody. I've kept +Billy's for years and years. But when they all stop talking the minute +I come into a room, and when mamma and Peggy go around with red eyes +and won't say why, you'd better believe I don't like it. It fills me +with the "intelligent discontent" Tom is always talking about. Then I +don't rest until I know what there is to know, and usually when I get +through I know more than anybody else does, because I've got all the +different sides--Maria's and Tom's and Lorraine's and Charles Edward's +and mamma's and papa's and grandma's and Peggy's and Aunt Elizabeth's. +It isn't that they intend to tell me things, either; they all try not +to. Every one of them keeps her own secrets beautifully, but she drops +things about the others. Then all I have to do is to put them together +like a patch-work quilt. + +You needn't think it's easy, though, for the very minute I get near any +of the family they waste most of the time we're together by trying to +improve me. You see, they are all so dreadfully old that they have had +time to find out their faults and youthful errors, and every single one +of them thinks she sees ALL her faults in me, and that she must help me +to conquer them ere it is too late. Aunt Elizabeth says they mean it +kindly, and perhaps they do. But if you have ever had ten men and women +trying to improve you, you will know what my life is. Tom Price, who +married my sister Maria, told Dr. Denbigh once that "every time a +Talbert is unoccupied he or she puts Alice or Billy, or both, on the +family moulding-board and kneads awhile." I heard him say it and it's +true. All _I_ can say is that if they keep on kneading and moulding me +much longer there won't be anything left but a kind of a pulpy mass. I +can see what they have done to Billy already; he's getting pulpier +every day, and I don't believe his brain would ever work if I didn't +keep stirring it up. + +However, the thing I want to say while I think of it is this. It is a +question, and I will ask it here because there is no use of asking it +at home: Why is it that grown-up men and women never have anything +really interesting to say to a girl fifteen years old? Then, if you can +answer that, I wish you would answer another: Why don't they ever +listen or understand what a girl means when she talks to them? Billy +and I have one rule now when we want to say something serious. We get +right in front of them and fix them with a glittering eye, the way the +Ancient Mariner did, you know, and speak as slowly as we can, in little +bits of words, to show them it's very important. Then, sometimes, they +pay attention and answer us, but usually they act as if we were babies +gurgling in cunning little cribs. And the rude way they interrupt us +often and go on talking about their own affairs--well, I will not say +more, for dear mamma has taught me not to criticise my elders, and I +never do. But I watch them pretty closely, just the same, and when I +see them doing something that is not right my brain works so hard it +keeps me awake nights. If it's anything very dreadful, like Peggy's +going and getting engaged, I point out the error, the way they're +always pointing errors out to me. Of course it doesn't do any good, but +that isn't my fault. It's because they haven't got what my teacher +calls "receptive minds." + +I'm telling you all this before I tell you what has happened, so you +will be sorry for Billy and me. If you are sorry already, as well +indeed you may be, you will be a great deal more sorry before I get +through. For if ever any two persons were "downtrodden and oppressed" +and "struggling in darkness" and "feeling the chill waters of +affliction," it's Billy and me to-night--all because we tried to help +Peggy and Lorraine and Aunt Elizabeth after they had got everything +mixed up! I told them I was just trying to help, and Tom Price said +right off that there was only one thing for Billy and me to do in +future whenever the "philanthropic spirit began to stir" in us, and +that was to get on board the suburban trolley-car and go as far away +from home as our nickels would take us, and not hurry back. So you see +he is not a bit grateful for the interesting things I told Maria. + +I will now tell what happened. It began the day Billy heard the station +agent at Whitman read Aunt Elizabeth's telegram to Harry Goward. The +telegram had a lot of silly letters and words in it, so Billy didn't +know what it meant, and, of course, he didn't care. The careless child +would have forgotten all about it if I hadn't happened to meet him at +Lorraine's after he got back from Whitman. He is always going to +Lorraine's for some of Sallie's cookies--she makes perfectly delicious +ones, round and fat and crumbly, with currants on the top. Billy had +taken so many that his pockets bulged out on the sides, and his mouth +was so full he only nodded when he saw me. So, of course, I stopped to +tell him how vulgar that was, and piggish, and to see if he had left +any for me, and he was so anxious to divert my mind that as soon as he +could speak he began to talk about seeing Aunt Elizabeth over in +Whitman. That interested me, so I got the whole thing out of him, and +the very minute he had finished telling it I made him go straight and +tell Peggy. I told him to do it delicately, and not yell it out. I +thought it would cheer and comfort Peggy to know that some one was +doing something, instead of standing around and looking solemn, but, +alas! it did not, and Billy told me with his own lips that it was +simply awful to see Peggy's face. Even he noticed it, so it must have +been pretty bad. He said her eyes got so big it made him think of the +times she used to imitate the wolf in Red Riding-Hood and scare us +'most to death when we were young. + +When Billy told me that, I saw that perhaps we shouldn't have told +Peggy, so the next day I went over to Lorraine's again to ask her what +she thought about it. I stopped at noon on my way home from school, and +I didn't ring the bell, because I never do. I walked right in as usual, +falling over the books and teacups and magazines on the floor, and I +found Lorraine sitting at the tea-table with her head down among the +little cakes and bits of toast left over from the afternoon before. She +didn't look up, so I knew she hadn't heard me, and I saw her shoulders +shake, and then I knew that she was crying. I had never seen Lorraine +cry before, and I felt dreadfully, but I didn't know just what to do or +what to say, and while I stood staring at her I noticed that there was +a photograph on the table with a lot of faded flowers. The face of the +photograph was up and I saw that it was a picture of Mr. Wilde--the one +that usually stands on the mantel-piece. Lorraine is always talking +about him, and she has told me ever and ever so much about how nice and +kind he was to her when she was studying art in New York. But, of +course, I didn't know she cared enough for him to cry over his picture, +and it gave me the queerest feelings to see her do it--kind of wabbly +ones in my legs, and strange, sinking ones in my stomach. You see, I +had just finished reading Lady Hermione's Terrible Secret. A girl at +school lent it to me. So when I saw Lorraine crying over a photograph +and faded flowers I knew it must mean that she had learned to love Mr. +Wilde with a love that was her doom, or would be if she didn't hurry +and get over it. Finally I crept out of the house without saying a word +to her or letting her know I was there, and I leaned on the gate to +think it over and try to imagine what a girl in a book would do. In +Lady Hermione her sister discovered the truth and tried to save the +rash woman from the sad consequences of her love, so I knew that was +what I must do, but I didn't know how to begin. While I was standing +there with my brain going round like one of Billy's paper pinwheels +some one stopped in front of me and said, "Hello, Alice," in a sick +kind of a way, like a boy beginning to recite a piece at school. I +looked up. It was Harry Goward! + +You'd better believe I was surprised, for, of course, when he went away +nobody expected he would come back so soon; and after all the fuss and +the red eyes and the mystery _I_ hoped he wouldn't come back at all. +But here he was in three days, so I said, very coldly, "How do you do, +Mr. Goward," and bowed in a distant way; and he took his hat off +quickly and held it in his hand, and I waited for him to say something +else. All he did for a minute was to look over my head. Then he said, +in the same queer voice: "Is Mrs. Peter in? I wanted to have a little +talk with her," and he put his hand on the gate to open it. I suppose +it was dreadfully rude, but I stayed just where I was and said, very +slowly, in icy tones, that he must kindly excuse my sister-in-law, as I +was sure she wouldn't be able to receive him. Of course I knew she +wouldn't want him or any one else to come in and see her cry, and +besides I never liked Harry Goward and I never expect to. He looked +very much surprised at first, and then his face got as red as a baby's +does when there's a pin in it somewhere, and he asked if she was ill. I +said, "No, she is not ill," and then I sighed and looked off down the +street as if I would I were alone. He began to speak very quickly, but +stopped and bit his lip. Then he turned away and hesitated, and finally +he came back and took a thick letter from his pocket and held it out to +me. He was smiling now, and for a minute he really looked nice and +sweet and friendly. + +"Say, Alice," he said, in the most coaxing way, "don't YOU get down on +me, too. Do me a good turn--that's a dear. Take this letter home and +deliver it. Will you? And say I'm at the hotel waiting for an answer." + +Now, you can see yourself that this was thrilling. The whole family was +watching every mail for a letter from Harry Goward and here he was +offering me one! I didn't show how excited I was; I just took the +letter and turned it over so I couldn't see the address and slipped it +into my pocket, and said, coldly, that I would deliver it with +pleasure. Harry Goward was looking quite cheerful again, but he said, +in a worried tone, that he hoped I wouldn't forget, because it was +very, very important. Then I dismissed him with a haughty bow, the way +they do on the stage, and this time he put his hat on and really went. + +Of course after that I wanted to go straight home with the letter, but +I knew it wouldn't do to leave Lorraine bearing her terrible burden +without some one to comfort her. While I was trying to decide what to +do I saw Billy a block away with Sidney Tracy, and I whistled to him to +come, and beckoned with both hands at the same time to show it was +important. I had a beautiful idea. In that very instant I "planned my +course of action," as they say in books. I made up my mind that I would +send the letter home by Billy, and that would give me time to run over +to Maria's and get something to eat and ask Maria to go and comfort +Lorraine. Maria and Lorraine don't like each other very much, but I +knew trouble might bring them closer, for Grandma Evarts says it always +does. Besides, Maria is dreadfully old and knows everything and is the +one the family always sends for when things happen. If they don't send +she comes anyhow and tells everybody what to do. So I pinned the letter +in Billy's pocket, so he couldn't lose it, and I ordered him to go +straight home with it. He said he would. He looked queer and I thought +I saw him drop something near a fence before he came to me, but I was +so excited I didn't pay close attention. As soon as Billy started off I +went to Maria's. + +She was all alone, for Tom was lunching with some one at the hotel. +When we were at the table I told her about Lorraine, and if ever any +one was excited and really listened this time it was sister Maria. She +pushed back her chair, and spoke right out before she thought, I guess. +"Charles Edward's wife crying over another man's picture!" she said. +"Well, I like that! But I'm not surprised. I always said no good would +come of THAT match!" + +Then she stopped and made herself quiet down, but I could see how hard +it was, and she added: "So THAT was the matter with Charles Edward when +I met him this morning rushing along the street like a cyclone." + +I got dreadfully worried then and begged her to go to Lorraine at once, +for I saw things were even more terrible than I had thought. But Maria +said: "Certainly not! I must consult with father and mother first. This +is something that affects us all. After I have seen them I will go to +Lorraine's." Then she told me not to worry about it, and not to speak +of it to any one else. I didn't, either, except to Billy and Aunt +Elizabeth; and when I told Aunt Elizabeth the man's name I thought she +would go up into the air like one of Billy's skyrockets. But that part +does not belong here, and I'm afraid if I stop to talk about it I'll +forget about Billy and the letter. + +After luncheon Maria put her hat on and went straight to our house to +see mother, and I went back to school. When I got home I asked, the +first thing, if Billy had delivered the letter from Harry Goward, and +for the next fifteen minutes you would have thought every one in our +house had gone crazy. That wretched boy had not delivered it at all! +They had not even seen him, and they didn't know anything about the +letter. After they had let me get enough breath to tell just how I had +met Harry and exactly what he had said and done, mother rushed off to +telephone to father, and Aunt Elizabeth came down-stairs with a wild, +eager face, and Grandma Evarts actually shook me when she found I +didn't even know whom the letter was for. I hadn't looked, because I +had been so excited. Finally, after everybody had talked at once for a +while. Grandma Evans told me mamma had said Billy could go fishing that +afternoon, because the weather was so hot and she thought he looked +pale and overworked. The idea of Billy Talbert being overworked! I +could have told mamma something about THAT. + +Well, I saw through the whole thing then. Billy hadn't told me, for +fear I would want to go along; so he had sneaked off with Sidney Tracy, +and if he hadn't forgotten all about the letter he had made up his mind +it would do as well to deliver it when he came home. That's the way +Billy's mind works--like Tom Price's stop-watch. It goes up to a +certain instant and then it stops short. You'd better believe I was +angry. And it didn't make it any easier for me to remember that while I +was having this dreadful time at home, and being reproached by +everybody. Billy and Sidney Tracy were sitting comfortably under the +willows on the edge of the river pulling little minnows out of the +water. I knew exactly where they would be--I'd been there with Billy +often enough. Just as I thought of that I looked at poor Peggy, sitting +in her wrapper in papa's big easy-chair, leaning against a pillow +Grandma Evarts had put behind her back, and trying to be calm. She +looked so pale and worn and worried and sick that I made up my mind I'd +follow those boys to the river and get that letter and bring it home to +Peggy--for, of course, I was sure it was for her. I wish you could have +seen her face when I said I'd do it, and the way she jumped up from the +chair and then blushed and sank back and tried to look as if it didn't +matter--with her eyes shining all the time with excitement and hope. + +I got on my bicycle and rode off, and I made good time until I crossed +the bridge. Then I had to walk along the river, pushing the bicycle, +and I came to those two boys so quietly that they never saw me until I +was right behind them. They were fishing still, but they had both been +swimming--I could tell that by their wet hair and by the damp, mussy +look of their clothes. When Billy saw me he turned red and began to +make a great fuss over his line. He didn't say a word; he never does +when he's surprised or ashamed, so he doesn't speak very often, anyhow; +but I broke the painful silence by saying a few words myself. I told +Billy how dreadful he had made everybody feel and how they were all +blaming me, and I said I'd thank him for that letter to take home to +his poor suffering sister. Billy put down his rod, and all the time I +talked he was going through his pockets one after the other and getting +redder and redder. I was so busy talking that I didn't understand at +first just what this meant, but when I stopped and held out my hand and +looked at him hard I saw in his guilty face the terrible, terrible fear +that he had lost that letter; and I was so frightened that my legs gave +way under me, and I sat down on the grass in my fresh blue linen dress, +just where they had dripped and made it wet. + +All this time Sidney Tracy was going through HIS pockets, too, and just +as I was getting up again in a hurry he took off his cap and emptied +his pockets into it. I wish you could have seen what that cap held +then--worms, and sticky chewing-gum, and tops, and strings, and hooks, +and marbles, and two pieces of molasses candy all soft and messy, and a +little bit of a turtle, and a green toad, and a slice of +bread-and-butter, and a dirty, soaking, handkerchief that he and Billy +had used for a towel. There was something else there, too--a dark, wet, +pulpy, soggy-looking thing with pieces of gum and molasses candy and +other things sticking to it. Sidney took it out and held it toward me +in a proud, light-hearted way: + +"There's your letter, all right," he said, and Billy gave a whoop of +joy and called out, "Good-bye, Alice," as a hint for me to hurry home. +I was so anxious to get the letter that I almost took it, but I stopped +in time. I hadn't any gloves on, and it was just too dreadful. If you +could have seen it you would never have touched it in the world. I got +near enough to look at it, though, and then I saw that the address was +so dirty and so covered with gum and bait and candy that all I could +read was a capital "M" and a small "s" at the beginning and an "ert" at +the end; the name between was hidden. I covered my eyes with my hand +and gasped out to the boys that I wanted the things taken off it that +didn't belong there, and when I looked again Sidney had scraped off the +worst of it and was scrubbing the envelope with his wet handkerchief to +make it look cleaner. After that you couldn't tell what ANY letter was, +so I just groaned and snatched it from his hands and left those two +boys in their disgusting dirt and degradation and went home. + +When I got back mamma and Grandma Evarts and Tom Price and Peggy and +Aunt Elizabeth were in the parlor, looking more excited than ever, +because Maria had been there telling the family about Lorraine. Then +she had gone on to Lorraine's and Tom had dropped in to call for her +and was waiting to hear about the letter. They were all watching the +door when I came in, and Peggy and Aunt Elizabeth started to get up, +but sat down again. I stood there hesitating because, of course, I +didn't know who to give it to, and Grandma Evarts shot out, "Well, +Alice! Well, Well!" as if she was blowing the words at me from a little +peashooter. Then I began to explain about the address, but before I +could say more than two or three words mamma motioned to me and I gave +the letter to her. + +You could have heard an autumn leaf fall in that room. Mamma put on her +glasses and puzzled over the smear on the envelope, and Peggy drew a +long breath and jumped up and walked over to mamma and held out her +hand. Mamma didn't hesitate a minute. "Certainly it must be for you, my +dear," she said, and then she added, in a very cold, positive way, "For +whom else could it possibly be intended?" No one spoke; but just as +Peggy had put her finger under the flap to tear it open, Aunt Elizabeth +got up and crossed the room to where mamma and Peggy stood. She spoke +very softly and quietly, but she looked queer and excited. + +"Wait one moment, my dear," she said to Peggy. "Very probably the +letter IS for you, but it is just possible that it may be for some one +else. Wouldn't it be safer--wiser--for ME to open it?" + +Then Peggy cried out, "Oh, Aunt Elizabeth, how dreadful! How can you +say such a thing!" Mother had hesitated an instant when Aunt Elizabeth +spoke, but now she drew Peggy's head down to her dear, comfy shoulder, +and Peggy stayed right there and cried as hard as she could--with +little gasps and moans as if she felt dreadfully nervous. Then, for +once in my life, I saw my mother angry. She looked over Peggy's head at +Aunt Elizabeth, and her face was so dreadful it made me shiver. + +"Elizabeth," she said, and she brought her teeth right down hard on the +word, "this is the climax of your idiocy. Have you the audacity to +claim here, before me, that this letter from my child's affianced +husband is addressed to you?" + +Aunt Elizabeth looked very pale now, but when she answered she spoke as +quietly as before. + +"If it is, Ada," she said, "it is against my wish and my command. +But--it may be." Then her voice changed as if she were really begging +for something. + +"Let me open it," she said. "If it is for Peggy I can tell by the first +line or two, even if he does not use the name. Surely it will do no +harm if I glance at it." + +Mother looked even angrier than before. + +"Well," she said, "it could do no harm, you think, if you read a letter +intended for Peggy, but you don't dare to risk letting Peggy read a +letter addressed by Harry Goward to you. This is intolerable, Elizabeth +Talbert. You have passed the limit of my endurance--and of my +husband's." + +She brought out the last words very slowly, looking Aunt Elizabeth +straight in the eyes, and Aunt Elizabeth looked back with her head very +high. She has a lovely way of using such expressions as "For the rest" +and "As to that," and she did it now. + +"As to that," she said, "my brother must speak for himself. No one +regrets more bitterly than I do this whole most unpleasant affair. I +can only say that with all my heart I am trying to straighten it out." + +Grandma Evarts sniffed just then so loudly that we all looked at her, +and then, of course, mamma suddenly remembered that I was still there, +regarding the scene with wide, intelligent young eyes, and she nodded +toward the door, meaning for me to go out. My, but I hated to! I picked +up grandma's ball of wool and drew the footstool close to her feet, and +looked around to see if I couldn't show her some other delicate girlish +attention such as old ladies love, but there wasn't anything, +especially as grandma kept motioning for me to leave. So I walked +toward the door very slowly, and before I got there I heard Tom Price +say: + +"Oh, come now; we're making a lot of fuss about nothing. There's a very +simple way out of all this. Alice says Goward's still at the hotel. +I'll just run down there and explain, and ask him to whom that letter +belongs." + +Then I was at the door, and I HAD to open it and go out. The voices +went on inside for a few minutes, but soon I saw Tom come out and I +went to him and slipped my arm inside of his and walked with him across +the lawn and out to the sidewalk. I don't very often like the things +Tom says, but I thought it was clever of him to think of going to ask +Harry Goward about the letter, and I told him so to encourage him. He +thanked me very politely, and then he stopped and braced his back +against the lamp-post on the corner and "fixed me with a stern gaze," +as writers say. + +"Look here, Clarry," he said ("Clarry" is short, he says, for Daily +Bugle and Clarion Call, which is "too lengthy for frequent use"), +"you're doing a lot of mischief to-day with your rural delivery system +for Goward and your news extras about Lorraine. What's this +cock-and-bull story you've got up about her, anyway?" + +I told him just what I had seen. When I got through he said there was +"nothing in it." + +"That bit about her head being among the toast and cake," he went on, +"would be convincing circumstantial evidence of a tragedy if it had +been any other woman's head, but it doesn't count with Lorraine--I mean +it doesn't represent the complete abandonment to grief which would be +implied if it happened in the case of any one else. You must remember +that when Lorraine wants to have a comfortable cry she's got to choose +between putting her head in the jam on the sofa, or among the wet paint +and brushes in the easy-chair, or among the crumbs on the tea-table. As +for that photograph, it probably fell off the mantel-piece to the +tea-table, instead of falling, as usual, into the coal-hod. To sum up, +my dear Clarry, if you had remembered the extreme emotionalism of your +sister Lorraine's temperament and the--er--eccentricity of her +housekeeping, you would not have permitted yourself to be so sadly +misled. Not remembering it, you've done a lot of mischief. All these +things being so, no one will believe them. And to-night, when you are +safely tucked into your little bed, if you hear the tramping of many +feet on the asphalt walks you may know what it will mean. It will mean +that your mother and father, and Elizabeth, and Grandma Evarts and +Maria and Peggy will be dropping in on Lorraine, each alone and quite +casually, of course, to find out what there really is in this terrible +rumor. And some of them will believe to their dying day that there was +something in it." + +Well, that made me feel very unhappy. For I could see that under Tom's +gay exterior and funny way of saying things he really meant every word. +Of course I told him that I had wanted to help Lorraine and Peggy +because they were so wretched, and he made me promise on the spot that +if ever I wanted to help him I'd tell him about it first. Then he went +off to the hotel looking more cheerful, and I was left alone with my +sad thoughts. + +When I got into the house the first thing I saw was Billy sneaking out +of the back door. I had meant to have a long and earnest talk with +Billy the minute he got home, and point out some of his serious faults, +but when I looked at him I saw that mamma or grandma had just done it. +He looked red eyed and miserable, and the minute he saw me he began to +whistle. Billy never whistles except just before or just after a +whipping, so my heart sank, and I was dreadfully sorry for him. I +started after him to tell him so, but he made a face at me and ran; and +just then Aunt Elizabeth came along the hall and dragged me up to her +room and began to ask me all over again about Mr. Goward and all that +he said--whether I was perfectly SURE he didn't mention any name. She +looked worried and unhappy. Then she asked about Lorraine, but in an +indifferent voice, as if she was really thinking about something else. +I told her all I knew, but she didn't say a word or pay much attention +until I mentioned that the man in the photograph was Mr. Lyman Wilde. +Then--well, I wish you had seen Aunt Elizabeth! She made me promise +afterwards that I'd never tell a single soul what happened, and I +won't. But I do wish sometimes that Billy and I lived on a desert +island, where there wasn't anybody else. I just can't bear being home +when everybody is so unhappy, and when not a single thing I do helps +the least little bit! + + + +VI. THE SON-IN-LAW + +by John Kendrick Bangs + +On the whole I am glad our family is no larger than it is. It is a very +excellent family as families go, but the infinite capacity of each +individual in it for making trouble, and adding to complications +already sufficiently complex, surpasses anything that has ever before +come into my personal or professional experience. If I handle my end of +this miserable affair without making a break of some kind or other, I +shall apply to the Secretary of State for a high place in the +diplomatic service, for mere international complications are +child's-play compared to this embroglio in which Goward and Aunt +Elizabeth have landed us all. I think I shall take up politics and try +to get myself elected to the legislature, anyhow, and see if I can't +get a bill through providing that when a man marries it is distinctly +understood that he marries his wife and not the whole of his wife's +family, from her grandmother down through her maiden aunts, sisters, +cousins, little brothers, et al., including the latest arrivals in +kittens. In my judgment it ought to be made a penal offence for any +member of a man's wife's family to live on the same continent with him, +and if I had to get married all over again to Maria--and I'd do it with +as much delighted happiness as ever--I should insist upon the +interpolation of a line in the marriage ceremony, "Do you promise to +love, honor, and obey your wife's relatives," and when I came to it I'd +turn and face the congregation and answer "No," through a megaphone, so +loud that there could be no possibility of a misunderstanding as to +precisely where I stood. + +If anybody thinks I speak with an unusual degree of feeling, I beg to +inform him or her, as the case may be, that in the matter of wife's +relations I have an unusually full set, and, as my small brother-in-law +says when he orates about his postage-stamp collection, they're all +uncancelled. Into all lives a certain amount of mother-in-law must +fall, but I not only have that, but a grandmother-in-law as well, and +maiden-aunt-in-law, and the Lord knows what else-in-law besides. I must +say that as far as my mother-in-law is concerned I've had more luck +than most men, because Mrs. Talbert comes pretty close to the ideal in +mother-in-legal matters. She is gentle and unoffending. She prefers +minding her own business to assuming a trust control of other people's +affairs, but HER mother--well, I don't wish any ill to Mrs. Evarts, but +if anybody is ambitious to adopt an orphan lady, with advice on tap at +all hours in all matters from winter flannels to the conversion of the +Hottentots, I will cheerfully lead him to the goal of his desires, and +with alacrity surrender to him all my right, title, and interest in +her. At the same time I will give him a quit-claim deed to my +maiden-aunt-in-law--not that Aunt Elizabeth isn't good fun, for she is, +and I enjoy talking to her, and wondering what she will do next fills +my days with a living interest, but I'd like her better if she belonged +in some other fellow's family. + +I don't suppose I can blame Maria under all the circumstances for +standing up for the various members of her family when they are +attacked, which she does with much vigorous and at times aggressive +loyalty. We cannot always help ourselves in the matter of our +relations. Some are born relatives, some achieve relatives, and others +have relatives thrust upon them. Maria was born to hers, and according +to all the rules of the game she's got to like them, nay, even cherish +and protect them against the slings and arrows of outrageous criticism. +But, on the other hand, I think she ought to remember that while I +achieved some of them with my eyes open, the rest were thrust upon me +when I was defenceless, and when I find some difficulty in adapting +myself to circumstances, as is frequently the case, she should be more +lenient to my incapacity. The fact that I am a lawyer makes it +necessary for me to toe the mark of respect for the authority of the +courts all day, whether I am filled with contempt for the court or not, +and it is pretty hard to find, when I return home at night, that +another set of the judiciary in the form of Maria's family, a sort of +domestic supreme court, controls all my private life, so that except +when I am rambling through the fields alone, or am taking my bath in +the morning, I cannot give my feelings full and free expression without +disturbing the family entente; and there isn't much satisfaction in +skinning people to a lonesome cow, or whispering your indignant +sentiments into the ear of a sponge already soaked to the full with +cold water. I have tried all my married life to agree with every member +of the family in everything he, she, or it has said, but, now that this +Goward business has come up, I can't do that, because every time +anybody says "Booh" to anybody else in the family circle, regarding +this duplex love-affair, a family council is immediately called and +"Booh" is discussed, not only from every possible stand-point, but from +several impossible ones as well. + +When that letter of Goward's was rescued from the chewing-gum +contingent, with its address left behind upon the pulpy surface of +Sidney Tracy's daily portion of peptonized-paste, it was thought best +that I should call upon the writer at his hotel and find out to whom +the letter was really written. + +My own first thought was to seek out Sidney Tracy and see if the +superscription still remained on the chewing-gum, and I had the +good-fortune to meet the boy on my way to the hotel, but on questioning +him I learned that in the excitement of catching a catfish, shortly +after Alice had left the lads, Sidney had incontinently swallowed the +rubber-like substance, and nothing short of an operation for +appendicitis was likely to put me in possession of the missing exhibit. +So I went on to the hotel, and ten minutes later found myself in the +presence of an interesting case of nervous prostration. Poor Goward! +When I observed the wrought-up condition of his nerves, I was +immediately so filled with pity for him that if it hadn't been for +Maria I think I should at once have assumed charge of his case, and, as +his personal counsel, sued the family for damages on his behalf. He did +not strike me as being either old enough, or sufficiently gifted in the +arts of philandery, to be taken seriously as a professional +heart-breaker, and to tell the truth I had to restrain myself several +times from telling him that I thought the whole affair a tempest in a +teapot, because, in wanting consciously to marry two members of the +family, he had only attempted to do what I had done unconsciously when +I and the whole tribe of Talberts, remotely and immediately connected, +became one. Nevertheless, I addressed him coldly. + +"Mr. Goward," I said, when the first greetings were over, "this is a +most unfortunate affair." + +"It is terrible," he groaned, pacing the thin-carpeted floor like a +poor caged beast in the narrow confines of the Zoo. "You don't need to +tell me how unfortunate it all is." + +"As a matter of fact," I went on, "I don't exactly recall a similar +case in my experience. You will doubtless admit yourself that it is a +bit unusual for a man even of your age to flirt with the maiden aunt of +his fiancee, and possibly you realize that we would all be very much +relieved if you could give us some reasonable explanation of your +conduct." + +"I'll be only too glad to explain," said Goward, "if you will only +listen." + +"In my own judgment the best solution of the tangle would be for you to +elope with a third party at your earliest convenience," I continued, +"but inasmuch as you have come here it is evident that you mean to +pursue some course of action in respect to one of the two ladies--my +sister or my aunt. Now what IS that course? and which of the two ladies +may we regard as the real object of your vagrom affections? I tell you +frankly, before you begin, that I shall permit no trifling with Peggy. +As to Aunt Elizabeth, she is quite able to take care of herself." + +"It's--it's Peggy, of course," said Goward. "I admire Miss Elizabeth +Talbert very much indeed, but I never really thought of--being +seriously engaged to her." + +"Ah!" said I, icily. "And did you think of being frivolously engaged to +her?" + +"I not only thought of it," said Goward, "but I was. It was at the +Abercrombies', Mr. Price. Lily--that is to say, Aunt Elizabeth--" + +"Excuse me, Mr. Goward," I interrupted. "As yet the lady is not your +Aunt Elizabeth, and the way things look now I have my doubts if she +ever is your Aunt Elizabeth." + +"Miss Talbert, then," said Goward, with a heart-rending sigh. "Miss +Talbert and I were guests at the Abercrombies' last October--maybe +she's told you--and on Hallowe'en we had a party--apple-bobbing and the +mirror trick and all that, and somehow or other Miss Talbert and I were +thrown together a great deal, and before I really knew how, or why, +we--well, we became engaged for--for the week, anyhow." + +"I see," said I, dryly. "You played the farce for a limited engagement." + +"We joked about it a great deal, and I--well, I got into the spirit of +it--one must at house-parties, you know," said Goward, deprecatingly. + +"I suppose so," said I. + +"I got into the spirit of it, and Miss Talbert christened me Young +Lochinvar, Junior," Goward went on, "and I did my best to live up to +the title. Then at the end of the week I was suddenly called home, and +I didn't have any chance to see Miss Talbert alone before leaving, +and--well, the engagement wasn't broken off. That's all. I never saw +her again until I came here to meet the family. I didn't know she was +Peggy's aunt." + +"So that in reality you WERE engaged to both Peggy and Miss Talbert at +the same time," I suggested. "That much seems to be admitted." + +"I suppose so," groaned Goward. "But not seriously engaged, Mr. Price. +I didn't suppose she would think it was serious--just a lark--but when +she appeared that night and fixed me with her eye I suddenly realized +what had happened." + +"It was another case of 'the woman tempted me and I did eat,' was it, +Goward?" I asked. + +Goward's pale face Hushed, and he turned angrily. + +"I haven't said anything of the sort," he retorted. "Of all the +unmanly, sneaking excuses that ever were offered for wrong-doing, that +first of Adam's has never been beaten." + +"You evidently don't think that Adam was a gentleman," I put in, with a +feeling of relief at the boy's attitude toward my suggestion. + +"Not according to my standards," he said, with warmth. + +"Well," I ventured, "he hadn't had many opportunities, Adam hadn't. His +outlook was rather provincial, and his associations not broadening. You +wouldn't have been much better yourself brought up in a zoo. +Nevertheless, I don't think myself that he toed the mark as straight as +he might have." + +"He was a coward," said Goward, with a positiveness born of conviction. +And with that remark Goward took his place in my affections. Whatever +the degree of his seeming offence, he was at least a gentleman himself, +and his unwillingness to place any part of the blame for his conduct +upon Aunt Elizabeth showed me that he was not a cad, and I began to +feel pretty confident that some reasonable way out of our troubles was +looming into sight. + +"How old are you, Goward?" I asked. + +"Twenty-one," he answered, "counting the years. If you count the last +week by the awful hours it has contained I am older than Methuselah." + +At last I thought I had it, and a feeling of wrath against Aunt +Elizabeth began to surge up within me. It was another case of that +intolerable "only a boy" habit that so many women of uncertain age and +character, married and single, seem nowadays to find so much pleasure +in. We find it too often in our complex modern society, and I am not +sure that it is not responsible for more deviations from the path of +rectitude than even the offenders themselves imagine. Callow youth just +from college is susceptible to many kinds of flattery, and at the age +of adolescence the appeal which lovely woman makes to inexperience is +irresistible. + +I know whereof I speak, for I have been there myself. I always tell +Maria everything that I conveniently can--it is not well for a man to +have secrets from his wife--and when I occasionally refer to my past +flames I find myself often growing more than pridefully loquacious over +my early affairs of the heart, but when I thought of the serious study +that I once made in my twentieth year of the dozen easiest, most +painless methods of committing suicide because Miss Mehitabel Flanders, +aetat thirty-eight, whom I had chosen for my life's companion, had +announced her intention of marrying old Colonel Barrington--one of the +wisest matches ever as I see it now--I drew the line at letting Maria +into that particular secret of my career. Miss Mehitabel was indeed a +beautiful woman, and she took a very deep and possibly maternal +interest in callow youth. She invited confidence and managed in many +ways to make a strong appeal to youthful affections, but I don't think +she was always careful to draw the line nicely between maternal love +and that other which is neither maternal, fraternal, paternal, nor even +filial. To my eye she was no older than I, and to my way of thinking +nothing could have been more eminently fitting than that we should walk +the Primrose Way hand in hand forever. + +While I will not say that the fair Mehitabel trifled with my young +affections, I will say that she let me believe--nay, induced me to +believe by her manner--that even as I regarded her she regarded me, and +when at the end she disclaimed any intention to smash my heart into the +myriad atoms into which it flew--which have since most happily reunited +upon Maria--and asserted that she had let me play in the rose-garden of +my exuberant fancy because I was "only a boy," my bump upon the hard +world of fact was an atrociously hard one. Some women pour passer le +temps find pleasure in playing thus with young hopes and hearts as +carelessly as though they were mere tennis-balls, to be whacked about +and rallied, and volleyed hither and yon, without regard to their +constituent ingredients, and then when trouble comes, and a catastrophe +is imminent, the refuge of "only a boy" is sought as though it really +afforded a sufficient protection against "responsibility." The most of +us would regard the hopeless infatuation of a young girl committed to +our care, either as parents or as guardians, for a middle-aged man of +the world with such horror that drastic steps would be taken to stop +it, but we are not so careful of the love-affairs of our sons, and view +with complaisance their devotion to some blessed damozel of uncertain +age, comforting ourselves with the reflection that he is "only a boy" +and will outgrow it all in good time. (There's another mem. for my +legislative career--a Bill for the Protection of Boys, and the +Suppression of Old Maids Who Don't Mean Anything By It.) + +I don't mean, in saying all this, to reflect in any way upon the many +helpful friendships that exist between youngsters developing into +manhood and their elders among women who are not related to them. There +have been thousands of such friendships, no doubt, that have worked for +the upbuilding of character; for the inspiring in the unfolding +consciousness of what life means in the young boy's being of a deeper, +more lasting, respect for womanhood than would have been attained to +under any other circumstances, but that has been the result only when +the woman has taken care to maintain her own dignity always, and to +regard her course as one wherein she has accepted a degree of +responsibility second only to a mother's, and not a by-path leading +merely to pleasure and for the idling away of an unoccupied hour. +Potential manhood is a difficult force to handle, and none should +embark upon the parlous enterprise of arousing it without due regard +for the consequences. We may not let loose a young lion from its leash, +and, when dire consequences follow, excuse ourselves on the score that +we thought the devastating feature was "only a cub." + +These things flashed across my mind as I sat in Goward's room watching +the poor youth in his nerve-distracting struggles, and, when I thought +of the tangible evidence in hand against Aunt Elizabeth, I must confess +if I had been juryman sitting in judgment of the case I should have +convicted her of kidnapping without leaving the box. To begin with, +there was the case of Ned Temple. I haven't quite been able to get away +from the notion that however short-sighted and gauche poor Mrs. +Temple's performance was in going over to the Talberts' to make a scene +because of Aunt Elizabeth's attentions to Temple, she thought she was +justified in doing so, and Elizabeth's entire innocence in the +premises, in view of her record as a man-snatcher, has not been proven +to my satisfaction. Then there was that Lyman Wilde business, which I +never understood and haven't wanted to until they tried to mix poor +Lorraine up in it. Certain it is that Elizabeth and Wilde were victims +of an affair of the heart, but what Lorraine has had to do with it I +don't know, and I hope the whole matter will be dropped at least until +we have settled poor Peggy's affair. Then came Goward and this +complication, and through it all Elizabeth has had a weather-eye open +for Dr. Denbigh. A rather suggestive chain of evidence that, proving +that Elizabeth seems to regard all men as her own individual property. +As Mrs. Evarts says, she perks up even when Billie comes into the +room--or Mr. Talbert, either; and as for me--well, in the strictest +confidence, if Aunt Elizabeth hasn't tried to flirt even with me, then +I don't know what flirtation is, and there was a time--long before I +was married, of course--when I possessed certain well-developed gifts +in that line. I know this, that when I was first paying my addresses to +Maria, Aunt Elizabeth was staying at the Talberts' as usual, and Maria +and I had all we could do to get rid of her. She seemed to be possessed +with the idea that I came there every night to see her, and not a hint +in the whole category of polite intimations seemed capable of conveying +any other idea to her mind, although she showed at times that even a +chance remark fell upon heeding ears, for once when I observed that +pink was my favorite color, she blossomed out in it the next day and +met me looking like a peach-tree in full bloom, on Main Street as I +walked from my office up home. And while we are discussing other +people's weaknesses I may as well confess my own, and say that I was so +pleased at this unexpected revelation of interest in my tastes that +when I called that evening I felt vaguely disappointed to learn that +Aunt Elizabeth was dining out--and I was twenty-seven at the time, too, +and loved Maria into the bargain! And after the wedding, when we came +to say good-bye, and I kissed Aunt Elizabeth--I kissed everybody that +day in the hurry to get away, even the hired man at the door--and said, +"Good-bye, Aunty," she pouted and said she didn't like the title "a +little bit." + +Now, of course, I wouldn't have anybody think that I think Aunt +Elizabeth was ever in love with me, but I mention these things to show +her general attitude toward members of the so-called stronger sex. The +chances are that she does not realize what she is doing, and assumes +this coy method with the whole masculine contingent as a matter of +thoughtless habit. What she wants to be to man I couldn't for the life +of me even guess--mother, sister, daughter, or general manager. But +that she does wish to grab every male being in sight, and attach them +to her train, is pretty evident to me, and I have no doubt that this is +what happened in poor Harry Goward's case. She has a bright way of +saying things, is unmistakably pretty, and has an unhappy knack of +making herself appear ten or fifteen years younger than she is if she +needs to. She is chameleonic as to age, and takes on always something +of the years of the particular man she is talking to. I saw her talking +to the dominie the other night, and a more spiritual-looking bit of +demure middle-aged piety you never saw in a nunnery, and the very next +day when she was conversing with young George Harris, a Freshman at +Yale, at the Barbers' reception, you'd have thought she was herself a +Vassar undergraduate. So there you are. With Goward she had assumed +that same youthful manner, and backed by all the power other +thirty-seven years of experience he was mere putty in her hands, and +she played with him and he lost, just as any other man, from St. +Anthony down to the boniest ossified man of to-day would have lost, and +it wasn't until he saw Peggy again and realized the difference between +the real thing and the spurious that he waked up. + +With all these facts marshalled and flashing through my brain much more +rapidly than I can tell them, like the quick succession of pictures in +the cinematograph, I made up my mind to become Goward's friend in so +far as circumstances would permit. With Aunt Elizabeth out of the way +it seemed to me that we would find all plain sailing again, but how to +get rid other was the awful question. Poor Peggy could hardly be happy +with such a Richmond in the field, and nothing short of Elizabeth's +engagement to some other man would help matters any. She had been too +long unmarried, anyhow. Maiden aunthood is an unhappy estate, and grows +worse with habit. If I could only find Lyman Wilde and bring him back +to her, or, perhaps, Dr. Denbigh--that was the more immediate resource, +and surely no sacrifice should be too great for a family physician to +make for the welfare of his patients. Maria and I would invite Dr. +Denbigh to dinner and have Aunt Elizabeth as the only other guest. We +could leave them alone on some pretext or other after dinner, and leave +the rest to fate--aided and abetted by Elizabeth herself. + +Meanwhile there was Goward still on my hands. + +"Well, my boy," I said, patting him kindly on the shoulder, "I hardly +know what to say to you about this thing. You've got yourself in the +dickens of a box, but I don't mind telling you I think your heart is in +the right place, and, whatever has happened, I don't believe you have +intentionally done wrong. Maybe at your age you do not realize that it +is not safe to be engaged to two people at the same time, especially +when they belong to the same family. Scientific heart-breakers, as a +rule, take care that their fiancees are not only not related, but live +in different sections of the country, and as I have no liking for +preaching I shall not dwell further upon the subject." + +"I think I realize my position keenly enough without putting you to the +trouble," said Goward, gazing gloomily out of the window. + +"What I will say, however," said I, "is that I'll do all I can to help +you out of your trouble. As one son-in-law to another, eh?" + +"You are very kind," said he, gripping me by the hand. + +"I will go to Mrs. Talbert--she is the best one to talk to--first, and +tell her just what you have told me, and it is just possible that she +can explain it to Peggy," I went on. + +"I--I think I could do that myself if I only had the chance," he said, +ruefully. + +"Well, then--I'll try to make the chance. I won't promise that I will +make it, because I can't answer for anybody but myself. Some day you +will find out that women are peculiar. But what I can do I will," said +I. "And, furthermore, as the general attorney for the family I will +cross-examine Aunt Elizabeth--put her through the third degree, as it +were, and try to show her how foolish it is for her to make so serious +a matter of a trifling flirtation." + +"I wouldn't, if I were you," said Goward, with a frown. "She needn't be +involved in the affair any more than she already is. She is not in the +least to blame." + +"Nevertheless," said I, "she may be able to help us to an easy way +out--" + +"She can't," said Goward, positively. + +"Excuse me, Mr. Goward," said I, chilling a trifle in my newly acquired +friendliness, "but is there any real reason why I should not question +Miss Talbert--" + +"Oh no, none at all," he hastened to reply. "Only I--I see no +particular object in vexing her further in a matter that must have +already annoyed her sufficiently. It is very good of you to take all +this trouble on my account, and I don't wish you to add further to your +difficulties, either," he added. + +I appreciated his consideration, with certain reservations. However, +the latter were not of such character as to make me doubt the +advisability of standing his friend, and when we parted a few minutes +later I left him with the intention of becoming his advocate with Peggy +and her mother, and at the same time of having it out with Aunt +Elizabeth. + +I was detained at my office by other matters, which our family troubles +had caused me to neglect, until supper-time, and then I returned to my +own home, expecting to have a little chat over the affair with Maria +before acquainting the rest of the family with my impressions of Goward +and his responsibility for our woe. Maria is always so full of good +ideas, but at half-past six she had not come in, and at six-forty-five +she 'phoned me that she was at her father's and would I not better go +there for tea. In the Talbert family a suggestion of that sort is the +equivalent of a royal command in Great Britain, and I at once proceeded +to accept it. As I was leaving the house, however, the thought flashed +across my mind that in my sympathy for Harry Goward I had neglected to +ask him the question I had sought him out to ask, "To whom was the +letter addressed?" So I returned to the 'phone, and ringing up the +Eagle Hotel, inquired for Mr. Goward. + +"Mr. Goward!" came the answer. + +"Yes," said I. "Mr. Henry Goward." + +"Mr. Goward left for New York on the 5.40 train this afternoon," was +the reply. + +The answer, so unexpected and unsettling to all my plans, stunned me +first and then angered me. + +"Bah!" I cried, impatiently. "The little fool! An attack of cold feet, +I guess--he ought to spell his name with a C." + +I hung up the receiver with a cold chill, for frankly I hated to go to +the Talberts' with the news. Moreover, it would be a humiliating +confession to make that I had forgotten to ask Goward about the letter, +when everybody knew that that was what I had called upon him for, and +when I thought of all the various expressions in the very expressive +Talbert eyes that would fix themselves upon me as I mumbled out my +confession, I would have given much to be well out of it. Nevertheless, +since there was no avoiding the ordeal, I resolved to face the music, +and five minutes later entered the dining-room at my father-in-law's +house with as stiff an upper lip as I could summon to my aid in the +brief time at my disposal. They were all seated at the table +already--supper is not a movable feast in that well-regulated +establishment--save Aunt Elizabeth. Her place was vacant. + +"Sorry to be late," said I, after respectfully saluting my +mother-in-law, "but I couldn't help it. Things turned up at the last +minute and they had to be attended to. Where's Aunt Elizabeth?" + +"She went to New York," said my mother-in-law, "on the 5.40 train." + + + +VII. THE MARRIED SON + +by Henry James + +It's evidently a great thing in life to have got hold of a convenient +expression, and a sign of our inordinate habit of living by words. I +have sometimes flattered myself that I live less exclusively by them +than the people about me; paying with them, paying with them only, as +the phrase is (there I am at it, exactly, again!) rather less than my +companions, who, with the exception, perhaps, a little--sometimes!--of +poor Mother, succeed by their aid in keeping away from every truth, in +ignoring every reality, as comfortably as possible. Poor Mother, who is +worth all the rest of us put together, and is really worth two or three +of poor Father, deadly decent as I admit poor Father mainly to be, +sometimes meets me with a look, in some connection, suggesting that, +deep within, she dimly understands, and would really understand a +little better if she weren't afraid to: for, like all of us, she lives +surrounded by the black forest of the "facts of life" very much as the +people in the heart of Africa live in their dense wilderness of +nocturnal terrors, the mysteries and monstrosities that make them seal +themselves up in the huts as soon as it gets dark. She, quite exquisite +little Mother, would often understand, I believe, if she dared, if she +knew how to dare; and the vague, dumb interchange then taking place +between us, and from the silence of which we have never for an instant +deviated, represents perhaps her wonder as to whether I mayn't on some +great occasion show her how. + +The difficulty is that, alas, mere intelligent useless wretch as I am, +I've never hitherto been sure of knowing how myself; for am I too not +as steeped in fears as any of them? My fears, mostly, are different, +and of different dangers--also I hate having them, whereas they love +them and hug them to their hearts; but the fact remains that, save in +this private precinct of my overflow, which contains, under a strong +little brass lock, several bad words and many good resolutions, I have +never either said or done a bold thing in my life. What I seem always +to feel, doubtless cravenly enough, under her almost pathetic appeal, +has been that it isn't yet the occasion, the really good and right one, +for breaking out; than which nothing could more resemble of course the +inveterate argument of the helpless. ANY occasion is good enough for +the helpful; since there's never any that hasn't weak sides for their +own strength to make up. However, if there COULD be conceivably a good +one, I'll be hanged if I don't seem to see it gather now, and if I +sha'n't write myself here "poor" Charles Edward in all truth by failing +to take advantage of it, (They have in fact, I should note, one +superiority of courage to my own: this habit of their so constantly +casting up my poverty at me--poverty of character, of course I mean, +for they don't, to do them justice, taunt me with having "made" so +little. They don't, I admit, take their lives in their hands when they +perform that act; the proposition itself being that I haven't the +spirit of a fished-out fly.) + +My point is, at any rate, that I designate THEM as Poor only in the +abysmal confidence of these occult pages: into which I really believe +even my poor wife--for it's universal!--has never succeeded in peeping. +It will be a shock to me if I some day find she has so far +adventured--and this not on account of the curiosity felt or the +liberty taken, but on account of her having successfully disguised it. +She knows I keep an intermittent diary--I've confessed to her it's the +way in which I work things in general, my feelings and impatiences and +difficulties, off. It's the way I work off my nerves--that luxury in +which poor Charles Edward's natural narrow means--narrow so far as ever +acknowledged--don't permit him to indulge. No one for a moment suspects +I have any nerves, and least of all what they themselves do to them; no +one, that is, but poor little Mother again--who, however, again, in her +way, all timorously and tenderly, has never mentioned it: any more than +she has ever mentioned her own, which she would think quite indecent. +This is precisely one of the things that, while it passes between us as +a mute assurance, makes me feel myself more than the others verily HER +child: more even than poor little Peg at the present strained juncture. + +But what I was going to say above all is that I don't care that poor +Lorraine--since that's my wife's inimitable name, which I feel every +time I write it I must apologize even to myself for!--should quite +discover the moments at which, first and last, I've worked HER off. Yet +I've made no secret of my cultivating it as a resource that helps me to +hold out; this idea of our "holding out," separately and together, +having become for us--and quite comically, as I see--the very basis of +life. What does it mean, and how and why and to what end are we +holding? I ask myself that even while I feel how much we achieve even +by just hugging each other over the general intensity of it. This is +what I have in mind as to our living to that extent by the vain phrase; +as to our really from time to time winding ourselves up by the use of +it, and winding each other. What should we do if we didn't hold out, +and of what romantic, dramatic, or simply perhaps quite prosaic, +collapse would giving in, in contradistinction, consist for us? We +haven't in the least formulated that--though it perhaps may but be one +of the thousand things we are afraid of. + +At any rate we don't, I think, ever so much as ask ourselves, and much +less each other: we're so quite sufficiently sustained and inflamed by +the sense that we're just doing it, and that in the sublime effort our +union is our strength. There must be something in it, for the more +intense we make the consciousness--and haven't we brought it to as fine +a point as our frequently triumphant partnership at bridge?--the more +it positively does support us. Poor Lorraine doesn't really at all need +to understand in order to believe; she believes that, failing our +exquisite and intimate combined effort of resistance, we should be +capable together of something--well, "desperate." It's in fact in this +beautiful desperation that we spend our days, that we face the pretty +grim prospect of new ones, that we go and come and talk and pretend, +that we consort, so far as in our deep-dyed hypocrisy we do consort, +with the rest of the Family, that we have Sunday supper with the +Parents and emerge, modestly yet virtuously shining, from the ordeal; +that we put in our daily appearance at the Works--for a utility +nowadays so vague that I'm fully aware (Lorraine isn't so much) of the +deep amusement I excite there, though I also recognize how wonderfully, +how quite charitably, they manage not to break out with it: bless, for +the most part, their dear simple hearts! It is in this privately +exalted way that we bear in short the burden of our obloquy, our +failure, our resignation, our sacrifice of what we should have liked, +even if it be a matter we scarce dare to so much as name to each other; +and above all of our insufferable reputation for an abject meekness. +We're really not meek a bit--we're secretly quite ferocious; but we're +held to be ashamed of ourselves not only for our proved business +incompetence, but for our lack of first-rate artistic power as well: it +being now definitely on record that we've never yet designed a single +type of ice-pitcher--since that's the damnable form Father's production +more and more runs to; his uncanny ideal is to turn out more +ice-pitchers than any firm in the world--that has "taken" with their +awful public. We've tried again and again to strike off something +hideous enough, but it has always in these cases appeared to us quite +beautiful compared to the object finally turned out, on their improved +lines, for the unspeakable market; so that we've only been able to be +publicly rueful and depressed about it, and to plead practically, in +extenuation of all the extra trouble we saddle them with, that such +things are, alas, the worst we can do. + +We so far succeed in our plea that we're held at least to sit, as I +say, in contrition, and to understand how little, when it comes to a +reckoning, we really pay our way. This actually passes, I think for the +main basis of our humility, as it's certainly the basis of what I feel +to be poor Mother's unuttered yearning. It almost broke her heart that +we SHOULD have to live in such shame--she has only got so far as that +yet. But it's a beginning; and I seem to make out that if I don't spoil +it by any wrong word, if I don't in fact break the spell by any wrong +breath, she'll probably come on further. It will glimmer upon her--some +day when she looks at me in her uncomfortable bewildered tenderness, +and I almost hypnotize her by just smiling inscrutably back--that she +isn't getting all the moral benefit she somehow ought out of my being +so pathetically wrong; and then she'll begin to wonder and wonder, all +to herself, if there mayn't be something to be said for me. She has +limped along, in her more or less dissimulated pain, on this apparently +firm ground that I'm so wrong that nothing will do for either of us but +a sweet, solemn, tactful agreement between us never to mention it. It +falls in so richly with all the other things, all the "real" things, we +never mention. + +Well, it's doubtless an odd fact to be setting down even here; but I +SHALL be sorry for her on the day when her glimmer, as I have called +it, broadens--when it breaks on her that if I'm as wrong as this comes +to, why the others must be actively and absolutely right. She has never +had to take it quite THAT way--so women, even mothers, wondrously get +on; and heaven help her, as I say, when she shall. She'll be +immense--"tactfully" immense, with Father about it--she'll manage that, +for herself and for him, all right; but where the iron will enter into +her will be at the thought of her having for so long given raison, as +they say in Paris--or as poor Lorraine at least says they say--to a +couple like Maria and Tom Price. It comes over her that she has taken +it largely from THEM (and she HAS) that we're living in immorality, +Lorraine and I: ah THEN, poor dear little Mother--! Upon my word I +believe I'd go on lying low to this positive pitch of grovelling--and +Lorraine, charming, absurd creature, would back me up in it too--in +order precisely to save Mother such a revulsion. It will be really more +trouble than it will be worth to her; since it isn't as if our relation +weren't, of its kind, just as we are, about as "dear" as it can be. + +I'd literally much rather help her not to see than to see; I'd much +rather help her to get on with the others (yes, even including poor +Father, the fine damp plaster of whose composition, renewed from week +to week, can't be touched anywhere without letting your finger in, +without peril of its coming to pieces) in the way easiest for her--if +not easiest TO her. She couldn't live with the others an hour--no, not +with one of them, unless with poor little Peg--save by accepting all +their premises, save by making in other words all the concessions and +having all the imagination. I ask from her nothing of this--I do the +whole thing with her, as she has to do it with them; and of this, au +fond, as Lorraine again says, she is ever so subtly aware--just as, FOR +it, she's ever so dumbly grateful. Let these notes stand at any rate +for my fond fancy of that, and write it here to my credit in letters as +big and black as the tearful alphabet of my childhood; let them do this +even if everything else registers meaner things. I'm perfectly willing +to recognize, as grovellingly as any one likes, that, as grown-up and +as married and as preoccupied and as disillusioned, or at least as +battered and seasoned (by adversity) as possible, I'm in respect to HER +as achingly filial and as feelingly dependent, all the time, as when I +used, in the far-off years, to wake up, a small blubbering idiot, from +frightening dreams, and refuse to go to sleep again, in the dark, till +I clutched her hands or her dress and felt her bend over me. + +She used to protect me then from domestic derision--for she somehow +kept such passages quiet; but she can't (it's where HER ache comes in!) +protect me now from a more insidious kind. Well, now I don't care! I +feel it in Maria and Tom, constantly, who offer themselves as the +pattern of success in comparison with which poor Lorraine and I are +nowhere. I don't say they do it with malice prepense, or that they plot +against us to our ruin; the thing operates rather as an extraordinary +effect of their mere successful blatancy. They're blatant, truly, in +the superlative degree, and I call them successfully so for just this +reason, that poor Mother is to all appearance perfectly unaware of it. +Maria is the one member of all her circle that has got her really, not +only just ostensibly, into training; and it's a part of the general +irony of fate that neither she nor my terrible sister herself +recognizes the truth of this. The others, even to poor Father, think +they manage and manipulate her, and she can afford to let them think +it, ridiculously, since they don't come anywhere near it. She knows +they don't and is easy with them; playing over Father in especial with +finger-tips so lightly resting and yet so effectively tickling, that he +has never known at a given moment either where they were or, in the +least, what they were doing to him. That's enough for Mother, who keeps +by it the freedom other soul; yet whose fundamental humility comes out +in its being so hidden from her that her eldest daughter, to whom she +allows the benefit of every doubt, does damnably boss her. + +This is the one case in which she's not lucid; and, to make it perfect, +Maria, whose humility is neither fundamental nor superficial, but whose +avidity is both, comfortably cherishes, as a ground of +complaint--nurses in fact, beatifically, as a wrong--the belief that +she's the one person without influence. Influence?--why she has so much +on ME that she absolutely coerces me into making here these dark and +dreadful remarks about her! Let my record establish, in this fashion, +that if I'm a clinging son I'm, in that quarter, to make up for it, a +detached brother. Deadly virtuous and deadly hard and deadly +charmless--also, more than anything, deadly sure I--how does Maria fit +on, by consanguinity, to such amiable characters, such REAL social +values, as Mother and me at all? If that question ceases to matter, +sometimes, during the week, it flares up, on the other hand, at Sunday +supper, down the street, where Tom and his wife, overwhelmingly +cheerful and facetious, contrast so favorably with poor gentle sickly +(as we doubtless appear) Lorraine and me. We can't meet them--that is I +can't meet Tom--on that ground, the furious football-field to which he +reduces conversation, making it echo as with the roar of the arena--one +little bit. + +Of course, with such deep diversity of feeling, we simply loathe each +other, he and I; but the sad thing is that we get no good of it, none +of the TRUE joy of life, the joy of our passions and perceptions and +desires, by reason of our awful predetermined geniality and the strange +abysmal necessity of our having so eternally to put up with each other. +If we could intermit that vain superstition somehow, for about three +minutes, I often think the air might clear (as by the scramble of the +game of General Post, or whatever they call it) and we should all get +out of our wrong corners and find ourselves in our right, glaring from +these positions a happy and natural defiance. Then I shouldn't be thus +nominally and pretendedly (it's too ignoble!) on the same side or in +the same air as my brother-in-law; whose value is that he has thirty +"business ideas" a day, while I shall never have had the thirtieth +fraction of one in my whole life. He just hums, Tom Price, with +business ideas, whereas I just gape with the impossibility of them; he +moves in the densest we carry our heads here on August evenings, each +with its own thick nimbus of mosquitoes. I'm but too conscious of how, +on the other hand, I'm desolately outlined to all eyes, in an air as +pure and empty as that of a fine Polar sunset. + +It was Lorraine, dear quaint thing, who some time ago made the remark +(on our leaving one of those weekly banquets at which we figure +positively as a pair of social skeletons) that Tom's facetae multiply, +evidently, in direct proportion to his wealth of business ideas; so +that whenever he's enormously funny we may take it that he's "on" +something tremendous. He's sprightly in proportion as he's in earnest, +and innocent in proportion as he's going to be dangerous; dangerous, I +mean, to the competitor and the victim. Indeed when I reflect that his +jokes are probably each going to cost certain people, wretched helpless +people like myself, hundreds and thousands of dollars, their abundant +flow affects me as one of the most lurid of exhibitions. I've sometimes +rather wondered that Father can stand so much of him. Father who has +after all a sharp nerve or two in him, like a razor gone astray in a +valise of thick Jager underclothing; though of course Maria, pulling +with Tom shoulder to shoulder, would like to see any one NOT stand her +husband. + +The explanation has struck me as, mostly, that business genial and +cheerful and even obstreperous, without detriment to its BEING +business, has been poor Father's ideal for his own terrible kind. This +ideal is, further, that his home-life shall attest that prosperity. I +think it has even been his conception that our family tone shall by its +sweet innocence fairly register the pace at which the Works keep ahead: +so that he has the pleasure of feeling us as funny and slangy here as +people can only be who have had the best of the bargains other people +are having occasion to rue. We of course don't know--that is Mother and +Grandmamma don't, in any definite way (any more than I do, thanks to my +careful stupidity) how exceeding small some of the material is +consciously ground in the great grim, thrifty mill of industrial +success; and indeed we grow about as many cheap illusions and easy +comforts in the faintly fenced garden of our little life as could very +well be crammed into the space. + +Poor Grandmamma--since I've mentioned her--appears to me always the +aged wan Flora of our paradise; the presiding divinity, seated in the +centre, under whose pious traditions, REALLY quite dim and outlived, +our fond sacrifices are offered. Queer enough the superstition that +Granny is a very solid and strenuous and rather grim person, with a +capacity for facing the world, that we, a relaxed generation, have +weakly lost. She knows as much about the world as a tin jelly-mould +knows about the dinner, and is the oddest mixture of brooding anxieties +over things that don't in the least matter and of bland failure to +suspect things that intensely do. She lives in short in a weird little +waste of words--over the moral earnestness we none of us cultivate; yet +hasn't a notion of any effective earnestness herself except on the +subject of empty bottles, which have, it would appear, noble neglected +uses. At this time of day it doesn't matter, but if there could have +been dropped into her empty bottles, at an earlier stage, something to +strengthen a little any wine of life they were likely to contain, she +wouldn't have figured so as the head and front of all our +sentimentality. + +I judge it, for that matter, a proof of our flat "modernity" in this +order that the scant starch holding her together is felt to give her +among us this antique and austere consistency. I don't talk things over +with Lorraine for nothing, and she does keep for me the flashes of +perception we neither of us waste on the others. It's the "antiquity of +the age of crinoline," she said the other day a propos of a little +carte-de-visite photograph of my ancestress as a young woman of the +time of the War; looking as if she had been violently inflated from +below, but had succeeded in resisting at any cost, and with a strange +intensity of expression, from her waist up. Mother, however, I must +say, is as wonderful about her as about everything else, and arranges +herself, exactly, to appear a mere contemporary illustration (being all +the while three times the true picture) in order that her parent shall +have the importance of the Family Portrait. I don't mean of course that +she has told me so; but she cannot see that if she hasn't that +importance Granny has none other; and it's therefore as if she +pretended she had a ruff, a stomacher, a farthingale and all the +rest--grand old angles and eccentricities and fine absurdities: the +hard white face, if necessary, of one who has seen witches burned. + +She hasn't any more than any one else among us a gleam of fine +absurdity: that's a product that seems unable, for the life of it, and +though so indispensable (say) for literary material, to grow here; but, +exquisitely determined she shall have Character lest she perish--while +it's assumed we still need her--Mother makes it up for her, with a turn +of the hand, out of bits left over from her own, far from economically +as her own was originally planned; scraps of spiritual silk and velvet +that no one takes notice of missing. And Granny, as in the dignity of +her legend, imposes, ridiculous old woman, on every one--Granny passes +for one of the finest old figures in the place, while Mother is never +discovered. So is history always written, and so is truth mostly +worshipped. There's indeed one thing, I'll do her the justice to say, +as to which she has a glimmer of vision--as to which she had it a +couple of years ago; I was thoroughly with her in her deprecation of +the idea that Peggy should be sent, to crown her culture, to that +horrid co-educative college from which the poor child returned the +other day so preposterously engaged to be married; and, if she had only +been a little more actively with me we might perhaps between us have +done something about it. But she has a way of deprecating with her +long, knobby, mittened hand over her mouth, and of looking at the same +time, in a mysterious manner, down into one of the angles of the +room--it reduces her protest to a feebleness: she's incapable of seeing +in it herself more than a fraction of what it has for her, and really +thinks it would be wicked and abandoned, would savor of Criticism, +which is the cardinal sin with her, to see all, or to follow any +premise to it in the right direction. + +Still, there was the happy chance, at the time the question came up, +that she had retained, on the subject of promiscuous colleges, the +mistrust of the age of crinoline: as to which in fact that little old +photograph, with its balloon petticoat and its astonishingly flat, +stiff "torso," might have imaged some failure of the attempt to blow +the heresy into her. The true inwardness of the history, at the crisis, +was that our fell Maria had made up her mind that Peg should go--and +that, as I have noted, the thing our fell Maria makes up her mind to +among us is in nine cases out of ten the thing that is done. Maria +still takes, in spite of her partial removal to a wider sphere, the +most insidious interest in us, and the beauty of her affectionate +concern for the welfare of her younger sisters is the theme of every +tongue. She observed to Lorraine, in a moment of rare expansion, more +than a year ago, that she had got their two futures perfectly fixed, +and that as Peggy appeared to have "some mind," though how much she +wasn't yet sure, it should be developed, what there was of it, on the +highest modern lines: Peggy would never be thought generally, that is +physically, attractive anyway. She would see about Alice, the brat, +later on, though meantime she had her idea--the idea that Alice was +really going to have the looks and would at a given moment break out +into beauty: in which event she should be run for that, and for all it +might be worth, and she, Maria, would be ready to take the contract. + +This is the kind of patronage of us that passes, I believe, among her +more particular intimates, for "so sweet" of her; it being of course +Maria all over to think herself subtle for just reversing, with a +"There--see how original I am?" any benighted conviction usually +entertained. I don't know that any one has ever thought Alice, the +brat, intellectual; but certainly no one has ever judged her even +potentially handsome, in the light of no matter which of those +staggering girl-processes that suddenly produce features, in flat +faces, and "figure," in the void of space, as a conjurer pulls rabbits +out of a sheet of paper and yards of ribbon out of nothing. Moreover, +if any one SHOULD know, Lorraine and I, with our trained sense for form +and for "values," certainly would. However, it doesn't matter; the +whole thing being but a bit of Maria's system of bluffing in order to +boss. Peggy hasn't more than the brain, in proportion to the rest of +her, of a small swelling dove on a window-sill; but she's extremely +pretty and absolutely nice, a little rounded pink-billed presence that +pecks up gratefully any grain of appreciation. + +I said to Mother, I remember, at the time--I took that plunge: "I hope +to goodness you're not going to pitch that defenceless child into any +such bear garden!" and she replied that to make a bear-garden you first +had to have bears, and she didn't suppose the co-educative young men +could be so described. "Well then," said I, "would you rather I should +call them donkeys, or even monkeys? What I mean is that the poor +girl--a perfect little DECORATIVE person, who ought to have +iridescent-gray plumage and pink-shod feet to match the rest of her +--shouldn't be thrust into any general menagerie-cage, but be kept for +the dovecote and the garden, kept where we may still hear her coo. +That's what, at college, they'll make her unlearn; she'll learn to roar +and snarl with the other animals. Think of the vocal sounds with which +she may come back to us!" Mother appeared to think, but asked me, after +a moment, as a result of it, in which of the cages of the New York Art +League menagerie, and among what sort of sounds, I had found +Lorraine--who was a product of co-education if there ever had been one, +just as our marriage itself had been such a product. + +I replied to this--well, what I could easily reply; but I asked, I +recollect, in the very forefront, if she were sending Peg to college to +get married. She declared it was the last thing she was in a hurry +about, and that she believed there was no danger, but her great +argument let the cat out of the bag. "Maria feels the want of it--of a +college education; she feels it would have given her more confidence"; +and I shall in fact never forget the little look of strange +supplication that she gave me with these words. What it meant was: "Now +don't ask me to go into the question, for the moment, any further: it's +in the acute stage--and you know how soon Maria can BRING a question to +a head. She has settled it with your Father--in other words has settled +it FOR him: settled it in the sense that we didn't give HER, at the +right time, the advantage she ought to have had. It would have given +her confidence--from the want of which, acquired at that age, she feels +she so suffers; and your Father thinks it fine of her to urge that her +little sister shall profit by her warning. Nothing works on him, you +know, so much as to hear it hinted that we've failed of our duty to any +of you; and you can see how it must work when he can be persuaded that +Maria--!" + +"Hasn't colossal cheek?"--I took the words out of her mouth. "With such +colossal cheek what NEED have you of confidence, which is such an +inferior form--?" + +The long and short was of course that Peggy went; believing on her +side, poor dear, that it might for future relations give her the pull +of Maria. This represents, really, I think, the one spark of guile in +Peggy's breast: the smart of a small grievance suffered at her sister's +hands in the dim long-ago. Maria slapped her face, or ate up her +chocolates, or smeared her copy-book, or something of that sort; and +the sound of the slap still reverberates in Peg's consciousness, the +missed sweetness still haunts her palate, the smutch of the fair page +(Peg writes an immaculate little hand and Maria a wretched one--the +only thing she can't swagger about) still affronts her sight. Maria +also, to do her justice, has a vague hankering, under which she has +always been restive, to make up for the outrage; and the form the +compunction now takes is to get her away. It's one of the facts of our +situation all round, I may thus add, that every one wants to get some +one else away, and that there are indeed one or two of us upon whom, to +that end, could the conspiracy only be occult enough--which it can +never!--all the rest would effectively concentrate. + +Father would like to shunt Granny--it IS monstrous his having his +mother-in-law a fixture under his roof; though, after all, I'm not sure +this patience doesn't rank for him as one of those domestic genialities +that allow his conscience a bolder and tighter business hand; a curious +service, this sort of thing, I note, rendered to the business +conscience throughout our community. Mother, at any rate, and small +blame to her, would like to "shoo" off Eliza, as Lorraine and I, in our +deepest privacy, call Aunt Elizabeth; the Tom Prices would like to +extirpate US, of course; we would give our most immediate jewel to +clear the sky of the Tom Prices; und so weiter. And I think we should +really all band together, for once in our lives, in an unnatural +alliance to get rid of Eliza. The beauty as to THIS is, moreover, that +I make out the rich if dim, dawn of that last-named possibility (which +I've been secretly invoking, all this year, for poor Mother's sake); +and as the act of mine own right hand, moreover, without other human +help. But of that anon; the IMMEDIATELY striking thing being meanwhile +again the strange stultification of the passions in us, which prevents +anything ever from coming to an admitted and avowed head. + +Maria can be trusted, as I have said, to bring on the small crisis, +every time; but she's as afraid as any one else of the great one, and +she's moreover, I write it with rapture, afraid of Eliza. Eliza is the +one person in our whole community she does fear--and for reasons I +perfectly grasp; to which moreover, this extraordinary oddity attaches, +that I positively feel I don't fear Eliza in the least (and in fact +promise myself before long to show it) and yet don't at all avail by +that show of my indifference to danger to inspire my sister with the +least terror in respect to myself. It's very funny, the DEGREE of her +dread of Eliza, who affects her, evidently, as a person of lurid +"worldly" possibilities--the one innocent light in which poor Maria +wears for me what Lorraine calls a weird pathos; and perhaps, after +all, on the day I shall have justified my futile passage across this +agitated scene, and my questionable utility here below every way, by +converting our aunt's lively presence into a lively absence, it may +come over her that I AM to be recognized. I in fact dream at times, +with high intensity, that I see the Prices some day quite turn pale as +they look at each other and find themselves taking me in. + +I've made up my mind at any rate that poor Mother shall within the year +be relieved in one way or another of her constant liability to her +sister-in-law's visitations. It isn't to be endured that her house +should be so little her own house as I've known Granny and Eliza, +between them, though after a different fashion, succeed in making it +appear; and yet the action to take will, I perfectly see, never by any +possibility come from poor Father. He accepts his sister's perpetual +re-arrivals, under the law of her own convenience, with a broad-backed +serenity which I find distinctly irritating (if I may use the impious +expression) and which makes me ask myself how he sees poor Mother's +"position" at all. The truth is poor Father never does "see" anything +of that sort, in the sense of conceiving it in its relations; he +doesn't know, I guess, but what the prowling Eliza HAS a position +(since this is a superstition that I observe even my acute little +Lorraine can't quite shake off). He takes refuge about it, as about +everything, truly, in the cheerful vagueness of that general +consciousness on which I have already touched: he likes to come home +from the Works every day to see how good he really is, after all--and +it's what poor Mother thus has to demonstrate for him by translating +his benevolence, translating it to himself and to others, into +"housekeeping." If he were only good to HER he mightn't be good enough; +but the more we pig together round about him the more blandly +patriarchal we make him feel. + +Eliza meanwhile, at any rate, is spoiling for a dose--if ever a woman +required one; and I seem already to feel in the air the gathering +elements of the occasion that awaits me for administering it. All of +which it is a comfort somehow to maunder away on here. As I read over +what I have written the aspects of our situation multiply so in fact +that I note again how one has only to look at any human thing very +straight (that is with the minimum of intelligence) to see it shine out +in as many aspects as the hues of the prism; or place itself, in other +words, in relations that positively stop nowhere. I've often thought I +should like some day to write a novel; but what would become of me in +that case--delivered over, I mean, before my subject, to my extravagant +sense that everything is a part of something else? When you paint a +picture with a brush and pigments, that is on a single plane, it can +stop at your gilt frame; but when you paint one with a pen and words, +that is in ALL the dimensions, how are you to stop? Of course, as +Lorraine says, "Stopping, that's art; and what are we artists like, my +dear, but those drivers of trolley-cars, in New York, who, by some +divine instinct, recognize in the forest of pillars and posts the +white-striped columns at which they may pull up? Yes, we're drivers of +trolley-cars charged with electric force and prepared to go any +distance from which the consideration of a probable smash ahead doesn't +deter us." + +That consideration deters me doubtless even a little here--in spite of +my seeing the track, to the next bend, so temptingly clear. I should +like to note for instance, for my own satisfaction (though no fellow, +thank God, was ever less a prey to the ignoble fear of inconsistency) +that poor Mother's impugnment of my acquisition of Lorraine didn't in +the least disconcert me. I did pick Lorraine--then a little bleating +stray lamb collared with a blue ribbon and a tinkling silver bell--out +of our New York bear-garden; but it interests me awfully to recognize +that, whereas the kind of association is one I hate for my small +Philistine sister, who probably has the makings of a nice, dull, +dressed, amiable, insignificant woman, I recognize it perfectly as +Lorraine's native element and my own; or at least don't at all mind her +having been dipped in it. It has tempered and plated us for the rest of +life, and to an effect different enough from the awful metallic wash of +our Company's admired ice-pitchers. We artists are at the best children +of despair--a certain divine despair, as Lorraine naturally says; and +what jollier place for laying it in abundantly than the Art League? As +for Peg, however, I won't hear of her having anything to do with this; +she shall despair of nothing worse than the "hang" of her skirt or the +moderation other hat--and not often, if I can help her, even of those. + +That small vow I'm glad to register here: it helps somehow, at the +juncture I seem to feel rapidly approaching, to do the indispensable +thing Lorraine is always talking about--to define my position. She's +always insisting that we've never sufficiently defined it--as if I've +ever for a moment pretended we have! We've REfined it, to the last +intensity--and of course, now, shall have to do so still more; which +will leave them all even more bewildered than the boldest definition +would have done. But that's quite a different thing. The furthest we +have gone in the way of definition--unless indeed this too belongs but +to our invincible tendency to refine--is by the happy rule we've made +that Lorraine shall walk with me every morning to the Works, and I +shall find her there when I come out to walk home with me. I see, on +reading over, that this is what I meant by "our" in speaking above of +our little daily heroism in that direction. The heroism is easier, and +becomes quite sweet, I find, when she comes so far on the way with me +and when we linger outside for a little more last talk before I go in. + +It's the drollest thing in the world, and really the most precious note +of the mystic influence known in the place as "the force of public +opinion"--which is in other words but the incubus of small domestic +conformity; I really believe there's nothing we do, or don't do, that +excites in the bosom of our circle a subtler sense that we're "au fond" +uncanny. And it's amusing to think that this is our sole tiny touch of +independence! That she should come forth with me at those hours, that +she should hang about with me, and that we should have last (and, when +she meets me again, first) small sweet things to say to each other, as +if we were figures in a chromo or a tableau vwant keeping our tryst at +a stile--no, this, quite inexplicably, transcends their scheme and +baffles their imagination. They can't conceive how or why Lorraine gets +out, or should wish to, at such hours; there's a feeling that she must +violate every domestic duty to do it; yes, at bottom, really, the act +wears for them, I discern, an insidious immorality, and it wouldn't +take much to bring "public opinion" down on us in some scandalized way. + +The funniest thing of all, moreover, is that that effect resides +largely in our being husband and wife--it would be absent, wholly, if +we were engaged or lovers; a publicly parading gentleman friend and +lady friend. What is it we CAN have to say to each other, in that +exclusive manner, so particularly, so frequently, so flagrantly, and as +if we hadn't chances enough at home? I see it's a thing Mother might +accidentally do with Father, or Maria with Tom Price; but I can imagine +the shouts of hilarity, the resounding public comedy, with which Tom +and Maria would separate; and also how scantly poor little Mother would +permit herself with poor big Father any appearance of a grave +leave-taking. I've quite expected her--yes, literally poor little +Mother herself--to ask me, a bit anxiously, any time these six months, +what it is that at such extraordinary moments passes between us. So +much, at any rate, for the truth of this cluster of documentary +impressions, to which there may some day attach the value as of a +direct contemporary record of strange and remote things, so much I here +super-add; and verily with regret, as well, on behalf of my picture, +for two or three other touches from which I must forbear. + +There has lately turned up, on our scene, one person with whom, doors +and windows closed, curtains drawn, secrecy sworn, the whole town +asleep and something amber-colored a-brewing--there has recently joined +us one person, I say, with whom we might really pass the time of day, +to whom we might, after due deliberation, tip the wink. I allude to the +Parents' new neighbor, the odd fellow Temple, who, for reasons +mysterious and which his ostensible undertaking of the native newspaper +don't at all make plausible, has elected, as they say, fondly to +sojourn among us. A journalist, a rolling stone, a man who has seen +other life, how can one not suspect him of some deeper game than he +avows--some such studious, surreptitious, "sociological" intent as +alone, it would seem, could sustain him through the practice of leaning +on his fence at eventide to converse for long periods with poor Father? +Poor Father indeed, if a real remorseless sociologist were once to get +well hold of him! Lorraine freely maintains that there's more in the +Temples than meets the eye; that they're up to something, at least that +HE is, that he kind of feels us in the air, just as we feel him, and +that he would sort of reach out to us, by the same token, if we would +in any way give the first sign. This, however, Lorraine contends, his +wife won't let him do; his wife, according to mine, is quite a +different proposition (much more REALLY hatted and gloved, she notes, +than any one here, even than the belted and trinketed Eliza) and with a +conviction of her own as to what their stay is going to amount to. On +the basis of Lorraine's similar conviction about ours it would seem +then that we ought to meet for an esoteric revel; yet somehow it +doesn't come off. Sometimes I think I'm quite wrong and that he can't +really be a child of light: we should in this case either have seen him +collapse or have discovered what inwardly sustains him. We ARE +ourselves inwardly collapsing--there's no doubt of that: in spite of +the central fires, as Lorraine says somebody in Boston used to say +somebody said, from which we're fed. From what central fires is Temple +nourished? I give it up; for, on the point, again and again, of +desperately stopping him in the street to ask him, I recoil as often in +terror. He may be only plotting to MAKE me do it--so that he may give +me away in his paper! + +"Remember, he's a mere little frisking prize ass; stick to that, cling +to it, make it your answer to everything: it's all you now know and all +you need to know, and you'll be as firm on it as on a rock!" This is +what I said to poor Peg, on the subject of Harry Goward, before I +started, in the glorious impulse of the moment, five nights ago, for +New York; and, with no moment now to spare, yet wishing not to lose my +small silver clue, I just put it here for one of the white pebbles, or +whatever they were, that Hop o' my Thumb, carried off to the forest, +dropped, as he went, to know his way back. I was carried off the other +evening in a whirlwind, which has not even yet quite gone down, though +I am now at home and recovering my breath; and it will interest me +vividly, when I have more freedom of mind, to live over again these +strange, these wild successions. But a few rude notes, and only of the +first few hours of my adventure, must for the present suffice. The mot, +of the whole thing, as Lorraine calls it, was that at last, in a flash, +we recognized what we had so long been wondering about--what supreme +advantage we've been, all this latter time in particular, "holding out" +for. + +Lorraine had put it once again in her happy way only a few weeks +previous; we were "saving up," she said--and not meaning at all our +poor scant dollars and cents, though we've also kept hold of some of +THEM--for an exercise of strength and a show of character that would +make us of a sudden some unmistakable sign. We should just meet it +rounding a corner as with the rush of an automobile--a chariot of fire +that would stop but long enough to take us in, when we should know it +immediately for the vehicle of our fate. That conviction had somehow +been with us, and I had really heard our hour begin to strike on Peg's +coming back to us from her co-educative adventure so preposterously +"engaged." I didn't believe in it, in such a manner of becoming so, one +little bit, and I took on myself to hate the same; though that indeed +seemed the last thing to trouble any one else. Her turning up in such a +fashion with the whole thing settled before Father or Mother or Maria +or any of us had so much as heard of the young man, much less seen the +tip of his nose, had too much in common, for my taste, with the rude +betrothals of the people, with some maid-servant's announcement to her +employer that she has exchanged vows with the butcher-boy. + +I was indignant, quite artlessly indignant I fear, with the college +authorities, barbarously irresponsible, as it struck me; for when I +broke out about them to poor Mother she surprised me (though I confess +she had sometimes surprised me before), by her deep fatalism. "Oh, I +suppose they don't pretend not to take their students at the young +people's own risk: they can scarcely pretend to control their +affections!" she wonderfully said; she seemed almost shocked, moreover, +that I could impute either to Father or to herself any disposition to +control Peggy's. It was one of the few occasions of my life on which +I've suffered irritation from poor Mother; and yet I'm now not sure, +after all, that she wasn't again but at her old game (even then, for +she has certainly been so since) of protecting poor Father, by feigning +a like flaccidity, from the full appearance, not to say the full +dishonor, of his failure ever to meet a domestic responsibility. It +came over me that there would be absolutely nobody to meet this one, +and my own peculiar chance glimmered upon me therefore on the spot. I +can't retrace steps and stages; suffice it that my opportunity +developed and broadened, to my watching eyes, with each precipitated +consequence of the wretched youth's arrival. + +He proved, without delay, an infant in arms; an infant, either, +according to circumstances, crowing and kicking and clamoring for +sustenance, or wailing and choking and refusing even the bottle, to the +point even, as I've just seen in New York, of imminent convulsions. The +"arms" most appropriate to his case suddenly announced themselves, in +fine, to our general consternation, as Eliza's: but it was at this +unnatural vision that my heart indeed leaped up. I was beforehand even +with Lorraine; she was still gaping while, in three bold strokes, I +sketched to her our campaign. "I take command--the others are flat on +their backs." I save little pathetic Peg, even in spite of herself; +though her just resentment is really much greater than she dares, poor +mite, recognize (amazing scruple!). By which I mean I guard her against +a possible relapse. I save poor Mother--that is I rid her of the deadly +Eliza--forever and a day! Despised, rejected, misunderstood, I +nevertheless intervene, in its hour of dire need, as the good genius of +the family; and you, dear little quaint thing, I take advantage of the +precious psychological moment to whisk YOU off to Europe. We'll take +Peg with us for a year's true culture; she wants a year's true culture +pretty badly, but she doesn't, as it turns out, want Mr. Goward a +'speck.' And I'll do it all in my own way, before they can recover +breath; they'll recover it--if we but give them time--to bless our +name; but by that moment we shall have struck for freedom!" + +Well, then, my own way--it was "given me," as Lorraine says--was, +taking the night express, without a word to any one but Peg, whom it +was charming, at the supreme hour, to feel glimmeringly, +all-wonderingly, with us: my own way, I say, was to go, the next +morning, as soon as I had breakfasted, to the address Lorraine had been +able, by an immense piece of luck, to suggest to me as a possible clue +to Eliza's whereabouts. "She'll either be with her friends the +Chataways, in East Seventy-third Street--she's always swaggering about +the Chataways, who by her account are tremendous 'smarts,' as she has +told Lorraine the right term is in London, leading a life that is a +burden to them without her; or else they'll know where she is. That's +at least what I HOPE!" said my wife with infinite feminine subtlety. +The Chataways as a subject of swagger presented themselves, even to my +rustic vision, oddly; I may be mistaken about New York "values," but +the grandeur of this connection was brought home to me neither by the +high lopsided stoop of its very, very East Side setting, nor by the +appearance of a terrible massive lady who came to the door while I was +in quite unproductive parley with an unmistakably, a hopelessly +mystified menial, an outlandish young woman with a face of dark despair +and an intelligence closed to any mere indigenous appeal. I was to +learn later in the day that she's a Macedonian Christian whom the +Chataways harbor against the cruel Turk in return for domestic service; +a romantic item that Eliza named to me in rueful correction of the +absence of several indeed that are apparently prosaic enough. + +The powder on the massive lady's face indeed transcended, I rather +thought, the bounds of prose, did much to refer her to the realm of +fantasy, some fairy-land forlorn; an effect the more marked as the +wrapper she appeared hastily to have caught up, and which was somehow +both voluminous and tense (flowing like a cataract in some places, yet +in others exposing, or at least denning, the ample bed of the stream) +reminded me of the big cloth spread in a room when any mess is to be +made. She apologized when I said I had come to inquire for Miss +Talbert--mentioned (with play of a wonderfully fine fat hand) that she +herself was "just being manicured in the parlor"; but was evidently +surprised at my asking about Eliza, which plunged her into the +question--it suffused her extravagant blondness with a troubled light, +struggling there like a sunrise over snow--of whether she had better, +confessing to ignorance, relieve her curiosity or, pretending to +knowledge, baffle mine. But mine of course carried the day, for mine +showed it could wait, while hers couldn't; the final superiority of +women to men being in fact, I think, that we are more PATIENTLY curious. + +"Why, is she in the city?" + +"If she isn't, dear madam," I replied, "she ought to be. She left +Eastridge last evening for parts unknown, and should have got here by +midnight." Oh, how glad I was to let them both in as far as I possibly +could! And clearly now I had let Mrs. Chataway, if such she was, in +very far indeed. + +She stared, but then airily considered. "Oh, well--I guess she's +somewheres." + +"I guess she is!" I replied. + +"She hasn't got here yet--she has so many friends in the city. But she +always wants US, and when she does come--!" With which my friend, now +so far relieved and agreeably smiling, rubbed together conspicuously +the pair of plump subjects of her "cure." + +"You feel then," I inquired, "that she will come?" + +"Oh, I guess she'll be round this afternoon. We wouldn't forgive her--!" + +"Ah, I'm afraid we MUST forgive her!" I was careful to declare. "But +I'll come back on the chance." + +"Any message then?" + +"Yes, please say her nephew from Eastridge--!" + +"Oh, her nephew--!" + +"Her nephew. She'll understand. I'll come back," I repeated. "But I've +got to find her!" + +And, as in the fever of my need, I turned and sped away. + +I roamed, I quite careered about, in those uptown streets, but +instinctively and confidently westward. I felt, I don't know why, +miraculously sure of some favoring chance and as if I were floating in +the current of success. I was on the way to our reward, I was +positively on the way to Paris, and New York itself, vast and +glittering and roaring, much noisier even than the Works at their +noisiest, but with its old rich thrill of the Art League days again in +the air, was already almost Paris for me--so that when I at last +fidgeted into the Park, where you get so beautifully away from the +town, it was surely the next thing to Europe, and in fact HAD to be, +since it's the very antithesis of Eastridge. I regularly revelled in +that sense that Eliza couldn't have done a better thing for us than +just not be, that morning, where it was supremely advisable she should +have been. If she had had two grains of sense she would have put in an +appearance at the Chataways' with the lark, or at least with the +manicure, who seems there almost as early stirring. Or rather, really, +she would have reported herself as soon as their train, that of the +"guilty couple," got in; no matter how late in the evening. It was at +any rate actually uplifting to realize that I had got thus, in three +minutes, the pull of her in regard to her great New York friends. My +eye, as Lorraine says, how she HAS, on all this ground of those people, +been piling it on! If Maria, who has so bowed her head, gets any such +glimpse of what her aunt has been making her bow it to--well, I think I +shall then entertain something of the human pity for Eliza, that I +found myself, while I walked about, fairly entertaining for my sister. + +What were they, what ARE they, the Chataways, anyhow? I don't even yet +know, I confess; but now I don't want to--I don't care a hang, having +no further use for them whatever. But on one of the Park benches, in +the golden morning, the wonderment added, I remember, to my joy, for we +hadn't, Lorraine and I, been the least bit overwhelmed about them: +Lorraine only pretending a little, with her charming elfish art, that +she occasionally was, in order to see how far Eliza would go. Well, +that brilliant woman HAD gone pretty far for us, truly, if, after all, +they were only in the manicure line. She was a-doing of it, as Lorraine +says, my massive lady was, in the "parlor" where I don't suppose it's +usually done; and aren't there such places, precisely, AS Manicure +Parlors, where they do nothing else, or at least are supposed to? Oh, I +do hope, for the perfection of it, that this may be what Eliza has kept +from us! Otherwise, by all the gods, it's just a boarding-house: there +was exactly the smell in the hall, THE boarding-house smell, that +pervaded my old greasy haunt of the League days: that boiled atmosphere +that seems to belong at once, confusedly, to a domestic "wash" and to +inferior food--as if the former were perhaps being prepared in the +saucepan and the latter in the tubs. + +There also came back to me, I recollect, that note of Mrs. Chataway's +queer look at me on my saying I was Eliza's nephew--the droll effect of +her making on her side a discovery about ME. Yes, she made it, and as +against me, of course, against all of us, at sight of me; so that if +Eliza has bragged at Eastridge about New York, she has at least bragged +in New York about Eastridge. I didn't clearly, for Mrs. Chataway, come +up to the brag--or perhaps rather didn't come down to it: since I dare +say the poor lady's consternation meant simply that my aunt has +confessed to me but as an unconsidered trifle, a gifted child at the +most; or as young and handsome and dashing at the most, and not +as--well, as what I am. Whatever I am, in any case, and however awkward +a document as nephew to a girlish aunt, I believe I really tasted of +the joy of life in its highest intensity when, at the end of twenty +minutes of the Park, I suddenly saw my absurd presentiment of a miracle +justified. + +I could of course scarce believe my eyes when, at the turn of a quiet +alley, pulling up to gape, I recognized in a young man brooding on a +bench ten yards off the precious personality of Harry Goward! There he +languished alone, our feebler fugitive, handed over to me by a +mysterious fate and a well-nigh incredible hazard. There is certainly +but one place in all New York where the stricken deer may weep--or +even, for that matter, the hart ungalled play; the wonder of my +coincidence shrank a little, that is, before the fact that when young +ardor or young despair wishes to commune with immensity it can ONLY do +so either in a hall bedroom or in just this corner, practically, where +I pounced on my prey. To sit down, in short, you've GOT to sit there; +there isn't another square inch of the whole place over which you +haven't got, as everything shrieks at you, to step lively. Poor Goward, +I could see at a glance, wanted very much to sit down--looked indeed +very much as if he wanted never, NEVER again to get up. + +I hovered there--I couldn't help it, a bit gloatingly--before I +pounced; and yet even when he became aware of me, as he did in a +minute, he didn't shift his position by an inch, but only took me and +my dreadful meaning, with his wan stare, as a part of the strange +burden of his fate. He didn't seem even surprised to speak of; he had +waked up--premising his brief, bewildered delirium--to the sense that +something NATURAL must happen, and even to the fond hope that something +natural WOULD; and I was simply the form in which it was happening. I +came nearer, I stood before him; and he kept up at me the oddest +stare--which was plainly but the dumb yearning that I would explain, +explain! He wanted everything told him--but every single thing; as if, +after a tremendous fall, or some wild parabola through the air, the +effect of a violent explosion under his feet, he had landed at a vast +distance from his starting-point and required to know where he was. +Well, the charming thing was that this affected me as giving the very +sharpest point to the idea that, in asking myself how I should deal +with him, I had already so vividly entertained. + + + +VIII. THE MARRIED DAUGHTER + +By Elizabeth Stuart Phelps + +We start in life with the most preposterous of all human claims--that +one should be understood. We get bravely over that after awhile; but +not until the idea has been knocked out of us by the hardest. I used to +worry a good deal, myself, because nobody--distinctly not one +person--in our family understood me; that is, me in my relation to +themselves; nothing else, of course, mattered so much. But that was +before I was married. I think it was because Tom understood me from the +very first eye-beam, that I loved him enough to marry him and learn to +understand HIM. I always knew in my heart that he had the advantage of +me in that beautiful art: I suppose one might call it the soul-art. At +all events, it has been of the least possible consequence to me since I +had Tom, whether any one else in the world understood me or not. + +I suppose--in fact, I know--that it is this unfortunate affair of +Peggy's which has brought up all that old soreness to the surface of me. + +Nobody knows better than I that I have not been a popular member of +this family. But nobody knows as well as I how hard I have tried to do +my conscientious best by the whole of them, collectively and +individually considered. An older sister, if she have any consciousness +of responsibility at all, is, to my mind, not in an easy position. Her +extra years give her an extra sense. One might call it a sixth sense of +family anxiety which the younger children cannot share. She has, in a +way, the intelligence and forethought of a mother without a mother's +authority or privilege. + +When father had that typhoid and could not sleep--dear father! in his +normal condition he sleeps like a bag of corn-meal--who was there in +all the house to keep those boys quiet? Nobody but me. When they +organized a military company in our back yard directly under father's +windows--two drums, a fish-horn, a jews-harp, a fife, and three tin +pans--was there anybody but me to put a stop to it? It was on this +occasion that the pet name Moolymaria, afterward corrupted into +Messymaria, and finally evolved into Meddlymaria, became attached to +me. To this day I do not like to think how many cries I had over it. +Then when Charles Edward got into debt and nobody dared to tell father; +and when Billy had the measles and there wasn't a throat in the house +to read to him four hours a day except my unpopular throat; and when +Charles Edward had that quarrel over a girl with a squash-colored dress +and cerise hair-ribbons; or when Alice fell in love with an automobile, +the chauffeur being incidentally thrown in, and took to riding around +the country with him--who put a stop to it? Who was the only person in +the family that COULD put a stop to it? + +Then again--but what's the use? My very temperament I can see now (I +didn't see it when I lived at home) is in itself an unpopular one in a +family like ours. I forecast, I foresee, I provide, I plan--it is my +"natur' to." I can't go sprawling through life. I must know where I am +to set my foot. Dear mother has no more sense of anxiety than a rice +pudding, and father is as cool as one of his own ice-pitchers. We all +know what Charles Edward is, and I didn't count grandmother and Aunt +Elizabeth. + +There has been my blunder. I ought to have counted Aunt Elizabeth. I +ought to have fathomed her. It never occurred to me that she was deep +enough to drop a plummet in. I, the burden-bearer, the caretaker, the +worrier; I, who am opprobriously called "the manager" in this family--I +have failed them at this critical point in their household history. I +did not foresee, I did not forecast, I did not worry, I did not manage. +It did not occur to me to manage after we had got Peggy safely +graduated and engaged, and now this dreadful thing has gaped beneath us +like the fissures at San Francisco or Kingston, and poor little Peggy +has tumbled into it. A teacupful of "management" might have prevented +it; an ounce of worry would have saved it all. I lacked that teacupful; +I missed that ounce. The veriest popular optimist could have done no +worse. I am smothered with my own stupidity. I have borne this +humiliating condition of things as long as I can. I propose to go over +to that house and take the helm in this emergency. I don't care whether +I am popular or unpopular for it. But something has got to be done for +Peggy, and I am going to do it. + + +I have been over and I have done it. I have taken the "management" of +the whole thing--not even discouraged by this unfortunate word. I own I +am rather raw to it. But the time has come when, though I bled beneath +it, I must act as if I didn't. At all events I must ACT. ... I have +acted. I am going to New York by the early morning express--the 7.20. I +would go to-night-in fact, I really ought to go to-night. But Tom has a +supper "on" with some visitors to the Works. He won't be home till +late, and I can't go without seeing Tom. It would hurt his feelings, +and that is a thing no wife ought to do, and my kind of wife can't do. + +I found the house in its usual gelatinous condition. There wasn't a +back-bone in it, scarcely an ankle-joint to stand upon: plenty of +crying, but no thinking; a mush of talk, but no decision. To cap the +situation, Charles Edward has gone on to New York with a preposterous +conviction that HE can clear it up. . . . CHARLES EDWARD! If there is a +living member of the household--But never mind that. This circumstance +was enough for me, that's all. It brought out all the determination in +me, all the manager, if you choose to put it so. + +I shall go to New York myself and take the whole thing in hand. If I +needed anything to padlock my purpose those dozen words with Peggy +would have turned the key upon it. When I found that she wasn't crying; +when I got face to face with that soft, fine excitement in the eyes +which a girl wears when she has a love-affair, not stagnant, but in +action--I concluded at once that Peggy had her reservations and was +keeping something from me. On pretence of wanting a doughnut I got her +into the pantry and shut both doors. + +"Peggy," I said, "what has Charles Edward gone to New York for? Do you +know?" + +Peggy wound a big doughnut spinning around her engagement finger and +made no reply. + +"If it has anything to do with you and Harry Goward, you must tell me, +Peggy. You must tell me instantly." + +Peggy put a doughnut on her wedding finger and observed, with pained +perplexity, that it would not spin, but stuck. + +"What is Charles Edward up to?" I persisted. + +The opening rose-bud of Peggy's face took on a furtive expression, like +that of certain pansies, or some orchids I have seen. "He is going to +take me to Europe," she admitted, removing both her doughnut rings. + +"YOU! To EUROPE!" + +"He and Lorraine. When this is blown by. They want to get me away." + +"Away from what? Away from Harry Goward?" + +"Oh, I suppose so," blubbered Peggy. + +She now began, in a perfectly normal manner, to mop her eyes with her +handkerchief. + +"Do you want to be got away from Harry Goward?" I demanded. + +"I never said I did," sobbed Peggy. "I never said so, not one little +bit. But oh, Maria! Moolymaria! You can't think how dreadful it is to +be a girl, an engaged girl, and not know what to do!" + +Then and there an active idea--one with bones in it--raced and overtook +me, and I shot out: "Where is that letter?" + +"Mother has it," replied Peggy. + +"Have you opened it?" + +"No." + +"Has Aunt Elizabeth opened it?" + +"Oh no!" + +"Did Charlies Edward take it with him?" + +"I don't think he did. I will go ask mother." + +"Go ask mother for that letter," I commanded, "and bring it to me." + +Peggy gave me one mutinous look, but the instinct of a younger sister +was in her and she obeyed me. She brought the letter. I have this +precious document in my pocket. I asked her if she would trust me to +find out to whom that letter was addressed. After some hesitation she +replied that she would. I reminded her that she was the only person in +the world who could give me this authority--which pleased her. I told +her that I should accept it as a solemn trust, and do my highest and +best with it for her sake. + +"Peggy," I said, "this is not altogether a pleasant job for me, but you +are my little sister and I will take care of you. Kiss your old +Meddlymaria, Peggy." She took down her sopping handkerchief and lifted +her warm, wet face. So I kissed Peggy. And I am going on the 7.20 +morning train. + + +It is now ten o'clock. My suit-case is packed, my ticket is bought, but +Tom has not come back, and the worst of it is he can't get back +to-night. He telephoned between courses at his dinner that he had +accepted an invitation to go home for the night with one of the men +they are dining. It seems he is a "person of importance"--there is a +big order behind the junket, and Tom has gone home with him to talk it +over. The ridiculous thing about it is that I forget where he was +going. Of course I could telephone to the hotel and find out, but men +don't like telephoning wives--at least, my man doesn't. It makes it +rather hard, going on this trip without kissing Tom good-bye. I had +half made up my mind to throw the whole thing over, but Peggy is pretty +young; she has a long life before her; there is a good deal at stake. +So Tom and I kissed by electricity, and he said that it was all right, +and to go ahead, and the other absurd thing about that is that Tom +didn't ask me for my New York address, and I forgot to tell him. We are +like two asteroids spinning through space, neither knowing the other's +route or destination. In point of fact, I shall register at "The +Sphinx," that nice ladies' hotel where mere man is never admitted. + +I have always supposed that the Mrs. Chataway Aunt Elizabeth talks +about kept a boarding-house. I think Aunt Elizabeth rolls in upon her +like a spent wave between visits. I have no doubt that I shall be able +to trace Aunt Elizabeth by her weeds upon this beach. After that the +rest is easy. I must leave my address for Tom pinned up somewhere. +Matilda's mind wouldn't hold it if I stuck it through her brain with a +hat-pin. I think I will glue it to his library table, and I'll do it +this minute to make sure. ... I have directed Matilda to give him +chicken croquettes for his luncheon, and I have written out the menu +for every meal till I get home. Poor Tom! He isn't used to eating +alone. I wish I thought he would mind it as much as I do. + + +Eleven o'clock.--I am obsessed with an idea, and I have yielded to it; +whether for good or ill, for wisdom or folly, remains to be proved. I +have telephoned Dr. Denbigh and suggested to him that he should go to +New York, too. Considered in any light but that of Peggy's welfare--But +I am not considering anything in any light but that of Peggy's welfare. +Dr. Denbigh used to have a little tendresse for Peggy--it was never +anything more, I am convinced. She is too young for him. A doctor sees +so many women; he grows critical, if not captious. Character goes for +more with him than with most men; looks go for less; and poor little +Peggy--who can deny?--up to this point in her development is chiefly +looks. + +I intimated to the doctor that my errand to New York was of an +important nature: that it concerned my younger sister; that my husband +was, unfortunately, out of town, and that I needed masculine advice. I +am not in the habit of flattering the doctor, and he swallowed this +delicate bait, as I thought he would. When I asked him if he didn't +think he needed a little vacation, if he didn't think he could get the +old doctor from Southwest Eastridge to take his practice for two days, +he said he didn't know but he could. The grippe epidemic had gone down, +nothing more strenuous than a few cases of measles stood in the way; in +fact, Eastridge at the present time, he averred, was lamentably +healthy. When he had committed himself so far as this, he hesitated, +and very seriously said: + +"Mrs. Price, you have never asked me to do a foolish thing, and I have +known you for a good many years. It is too late to come over and talk +it out with you. If you assure me that you consider your object in +making this request important I will go. We won't waste words about it. +What train do you take?" + + +I am not a person of divination or intuition. I think I have rather a +commonplace, careful, painstaking mind. But if ever I had an +inspiration in my life I think I have one now. Perhaps it is the +novelty of it that makes me confide in it with so little reflection. My +inspiration, in a word, is this: + +Aunt Elizabeth has reached the point where she is ready for a new man. +I know I don't understand her kind of woman by experience. I don't +suppose I do by sympathy. I have to reason her out. + +I have reasoned Aunt Elizabeth out to this conclusion: She always has +had, she always must have, she always will have, the admiration of some +man or men to engross her attention. She is an attractive woman; she +knows it; women admit it; and men feel it. I don't think Aunt Elizabeth +is a heartless person; not an irresponsible one, only an idle and +unhappy one. She lives on this intoxicant as other women might live on +tea or gossip, as a man would take his dram or his tobacco. She drinks +this wine because she is thirsty, and the plain, cool, spring-water of +life has grown stale to her. It is corked up in bottles like the water +sold in towns where the drinking-supply is low. It has ceased to be +palatable to her. + +My interpretation is, that there is no man on her horizon just now +except Harry Goward, and I won't do her the injustice to believe that +she wouldn't be thankful to be rid of him just for her own sake; to say +nothing of Peggy's. + +Aunt Elizabeth, I repeat, needs a new man. If Dr. Denbigh is willing to +fill this role for a few days (of course I must be perfectly frank with +him about it) the effect upon Harry Goward will be instantaneous. His +disillusion will be complete; his return to Peggy in a state of abject +humiliation will be assured. I mean, assuming that the fellow is +capable of manly feeling, and that Peggy has aroused it. That, of +course, remains for me to find out. + +How I am to fish Harry Goward out of the ocean of New York city doesn't +trouble me in the least. Given Aunt Elizabeth, he will complete the +equation. If Mrs. Chataway should fail me--But I won't suppose that +Mrs. Chataway will fail. I must be sure and explain to Tom about Dr. +Denbigh. + + +"The Sphinx," New York, 10 P.M.--I arrived--that is to say, we arrived +in this town at ten minutes past one o'clock, almost ten hours ago. Dr. +Denbigh has gone somewhere--and that reminds me that I forgot to ask +him where. I never thought of it until this minute, but it has just +occurred to me that it may be quite as well from an ignorant point of +view that "The Sphinx" excludes mere man from its portals. + +He was good to me on the train, very good indeed. I can't deny that he +flushed a little when I told him frankly what I wanted of him. At first +I thought that he was going to be angry. Then I saw the corners of his +mustache twitch. Then our sense of humor got the better of us, and then +I laughed, and then he laughed, and I felt that the crisis was passed. +I explained to him while we were in the Pullman car, as well as I could +without being overheard by a fat lady with three chins, and a girl with +a permit for a pet poodle, what it was that I wanted of him. I related +the story of Peggy's misfortune--in confidence, of course; and +explained the part he was expected to play--confidentially, of course; +in fact, I laid my plot before him from beginning to end. + +"If the boy doesn't love her, you see," I suggested, "the sooner we +know it the better. She must break it off, if her heart is broken in +the process. If he does love her--my private opinion is he thinks he +does--I won't have Peggy's whole future wrecked by one of Aunt +Elizabeth's flirtations. The reef is too small for the catastrophe. I +shall find Aunt Elizabeth. Oh yes, I shall find Aunt Elizabeth! I have +no more doubt of that than I have that Matilda is putting too much +onion in the croquettes for Tom this blessed minute. If I find her I +shall find the boy; but what good is that going to do me, if I find +either of them or both of them, if we can't disillusionize the boy?" + +"In a word," interrupted the doctor, rather tartly, "all you want of me +is to walk across the troubled stage--" + +"For Peggy's sake," I observed. + +"Of course, yes, for Peggy's sake. I am to walk across this fantastic +stage in the inglorious capacity of a philanderer." + +"That is precisely it," I admitted. "I want you to philander with Aunt +Elizabeth for two days, one day; two hours, one hour; just long enough, +only long enough to bring that fool boy to his senses." + +"If I had suspected the nature of the purpose I am to serve in this +complication"--began the doctor, without a smile. "I trusted your +judgment, Mrs. Price, and good sense--I have never known either to fail +before. However," he added, manfully, "I am in for it now, and I would +do more disagreeable things than this for Peggy's sake. But perhaps," +he suggested, grimly, "we sha'n't find either of them." + +He retired from the subject obviously, if gracefully, and began to play +with the poodle that had the Pullman permit. I happen to know that if +there is any species of dog the doctor does not love it is a poodle, +with or without a permit. The lady with three chins asked me if my +husband were fond of dogs--I think she said, so fond as THAT. She +glanced at the girl whom the poodle owned. + +I don't know why it should be a surprise to me, but it was; that the +chin lady and the poodle girl have both registered at "The Sphinx." + +Directly after luncheon, for I could not afford to lose a minute, I +went to Mrs. Chataway's; the agreement being that the doctor should +follow me in an absent-minded way a little later. But there was a +blockade on the way, and I wasn't on time. What I took to be Mrs. +Chataway herself admitted me with undisguised hesitation. + +Miss Talbert, she said, was not at home; that is--no, she was not home. +She explained that a great many people had been asking for Miss +Talbert; there were two in the parlor now. + +When I demanded, "Two what?" she replied, in a breathless tone, "Two +gentlemen," and ushered me into that old-fashioned architectural effort +known to early New York as a front and back parlor. + +One of the gentlemen, as I expected, proved to be Dr. Denbigh. The +other was flatly and unmistakably Charles Edward. The doctor offered to +excuse himself, but I took Charles Edward into the back parlor, and I +made so bold as to draw the folding-doors. I felt that the occasion +justified worse than this. + +The colloquy between myself and Charles Edward was brief and pointed. +He began by saying, "YOU here! What a mess!--" + +My conviction is that he saved himself just in time from Messymaria. + +"Have you found him?" I propounded. + +"No." + +"Haven't seen him?" + +"I didn't say I hadn't seen him." + +"What did he say?" I insisted. + +"Not very much. It was in the Park." + +"In the PARK? Not very MUCH? How could you let him go?" + +"I didn't let him go," drawled Charles Edward. "He invited me to +dinner. A man can't ask a fellow what his intentions are to a man's +sister in a park. I hadn't said very much up to that point; he did most +of the talking. I thought I would put it off till we got round to the +cigars." + +"Then?" I cried, impatiently, "and then?" + +"You see," reluctantly admitted Charles Edward, "there wasn't any then. +I didn't dine with him, after all. I couldn't find it--" + +"Couldn't find what?" + +"Couldn't find the hotel," said Charles Edward, defiantly. "I lost the +address. Couldn't even say that it was a hotel. I believe it was a +club. He seems to be a sort of a swell--for a coeducational +professor--anyhow, I lost the address; and that is the long and short +of it." + +"If it had been a studio or a Bohemian cafe--" I began. + +"I should undoubtedly have remembered it," admitted Charles Edward, in +his languid way. + +"You have lost him," I replied, frostily. "You have lost Harry Goward, +and you come here--" + +"On the same errand, I presume, my distressed and distressing sister, +that has brought you. Have you seen her?" he demanded, with sudden, +uncharacteristic shrewdness. + +At this moment a portiere opened at the side of my back parlor, and +Mrs. Chataway, voluminously appearing, mysteriously beckoned me. I +followed her into the dreariest hall I think I ever saw even in a New +York boarding-house. There the landlady frankly told me that Miss +Talbert wasn't out. She was in her room packing to make one of her +visits. Miss Talbert had given orders that she was to be denied to +gentlemen friends. + +No, she never said anything about ladies. (This I thought highly +probable.) But if I were anything to her and chose to take the +responsibility--I chose and I did. In five minutes I was in Aunt +Elizabeth's room, and had turned the key upon an interview which was +briefer but more startling than I could possibly have anticipated. + +Elizabeth Talbert is one of those women whose attraction increases with +the negligee or the deshabille. She was so pretty in her pink kimono +that she half disarmed me. She had been crying, and had a gentle look. + +When I said, "Where is he?" and when she said, "If you mean Harry +Goward--I don't know," I was prepared to believe her without evidence. +She looked too pretty to doubt. Besides, I cannot say that I have ever +caught Aunt Elizabeth in a real fib. She may be a "charmian," but I +don't think she is a liar. Yet I pushed my case severely. + +"If you and he hadn't taken that 5.40 train to New York--" + +"We didn't take the 5.40 train," retorted Elizabeth Talbert, hotly. "It +took us. You don't suppose--but I suppose you do, and I suppose I know +what the whole family supposes--As if I would do such a dastardly!--As +if I didn't clear out on purpose to get away from him--to get out of +the whole mix--As if I knew that young one would be aboard that train!" + +"But he was aboard. You admit that." + +"Oh yes, he got aboard." + +"Made a pleasant travelling companion, Auntie?" + +"I don't know," said Aunt Elizabeth, shortly. "I didn't have ten words +with him. I told him he had put me in a position I should never +forgive. Then he told me I had put him in a worse. We quarrelled, and +he went into the smoker. At the Grand Central he checked my suitcase +and lifted his hat. He did ask if I were going to Mrs. Chataway's. I +have never seen him since." + +"Aunt Elizabeth," I said, sadly, "I am younger than you--" + +"Not so very much!" retorted Aunt Elizabeth. + +"--and I must speak to you with the respect due my father's sister when +I say that the nobility of your conduct on this occasion--a nobility +which you will pardon me for suggesting that I didn't altogether count +on--is likely to prove the catastrophe of the situation." + +Aunt Elizabeth stared at me with her wet, coquettish eyes. "You're +pretty hard on me, Maria," she said; "you always were." + +"Hurry and dress," I suggested, soothingly; "there are two gentlemen to +see you downstairs." + +Aunt Elizabeth shook her head. She asserted with evident sincerity that +she didn't wish to see any gentlemen; she didn't care to see any +gentlemen under any circumstances; she never meant to have anything to +do with gentlemen again. She said something about becoming a deaconess +in the Episcopal Church; she spoke of the attractions in the life of a +trained nurse; mentioned settlement work; and asked me what I thought +of Elizabeth Frye, Dorothea Dix, and Clara Barton. + +"This is one advantage that Catholics have over us," she observed, +dreamily: "one could go into a nunnery; then one would be quite sure +there would be no men to let loose the consequences of their natures +and conduct upon a woman's whole existence." + +"These two downstairs have waited a good while," I returned, +carelessly. "One of them is a married man and is used to it. But the +other is not." + +"Very well," said Aunt Elizabeth, with what (it occurred to me) was a +smile of forced dejection. "To please you, Maria, I will go down." + + +If Aunt Elizabeth's dejection were assumed, mine was not. I have been +in the lowest possible spirits since my unlucky discovery. Anything and +everything had occurred to me except that she and that boy could +quarrel. I had fancied him shadowing Mrs. Chataway for the slightest +sign of his charmer. I don't know that I should have been surprised to +see him curled up, like a dog, asleep on the door-steps. At the present +moment I have no more means of finding the wetched lad than I had in +Eastridge; not so much, for doubtless Peggy has his prehistoric +addresses. I am very unhappy. I have not had the heart left in me to +admire Dr. Denbigh, who has filled his role brilliantly all the +afternoon. In half an hour he and Aunt Elizabeth had philandered as +deep as a six months' flirtation; and I must say that they have kept at +it with an art amounting almost to sincerity. Aunt Elizabeth did not +once mention settlement work, and put no inquiries to Dr. Denbigh about +Elizabeth Frye, Dorothea Dix, or Clara Barton. + +I think he took her to the Metropolitan Museum; I know he invited her +to the theatre; and there is some sort of an appointment for to-morrow +morning, I forget what. But my marked success at this end of the stage +only adds poignancy to my sense of defeat at the other. + +I am very homesick. I wish I could see Tom. I do hope Tom found my +message about Dr. Denbigh. + + +Twenty-four hours later.--The breeze of yesterday has spun into a +whirlwind to-day. I am half stunned by the possibilities of human +existence. One lives the simple life at Eastridge; and New York strikes +me on the head like some heavy thing blown down. If these are the +results of the very little love-affair of one very little girl--what +must the great emotion, the real experience, the vigorous crisis, bring? + +At "The Sphinx," as is well known, no male being is admitted on any +pretence. I believe the porter (for heavy trunks) is the only +exception. The bell-boys are bell-girls. The clerk is a matron, and the +proprietress a widow in half-mourning. + +At nine o'clock this morning I was peremptorily summoned out of the +breakfast-room and ordered to the desk. Two frowning faces received me. +With cold politeness I was reminded of the leading clause in the +constitution of that house. + +"Positively," observed the clerk, "no gentlemen callers are permitted +at this hotel, and, madam, there are two on the door-steps who insist +upon an interview with you; they have been there half an hour. One of +them refuses to recognize the rule of the house. He insists upon an +immediate suspension of it. I regret to tell you that he went so far as +to mention that he would have a conversation with you if it took a +search-warrant to get it." + +"He says," interrupted the proprietress in half-mourning, "that he is +your husband." + +She spoke quite distinctly, and as these dreadful words re-echoed +through the lobby, I saw that two ladies had come out from the +reception-room and were drinking the scene down. One of these was the +fat lady with the three chins; the other was the poodle girl. She held +him, at that unpleasant moment, by a lavender ribbon leash. It seems +she gets a permit for him everywhere. + +And he is the wrong sex, I am sure, to obtain any privileges at "The +Sphinx." + +The mosaic of that beautiful lobby did not open and swallow me down as +I tottered across it to the vestibule. A strapping door-girl guarded +the entrance. Grouped upon the long flight of marble steps two men +impatiently awaited me. The one with the twitching mustache was Dr. +Denbigh. But he, oh, he with the lightning in his eyes, he was my +husband, Thomas Price. + +"Maria," he began, with ominous composure, "if you have any +explanations to offer of these extraordinary circumstances--" Then the +torrent burst forth. Every expletive familiar to the wives of good +North-American husbands broke from Tom's unleashed lips. "I didn't hear +of it till afternoon. I took the midnight express. Billy told Matilda +he saw you get aboard the 7.20 train It's all over Eastridge. We have +been married thirteen years, Maria, and I have always had occasion to +trust your judgment and good sense till now." + +"That is precisely what I told her," ventured Dr. Denbigh. + +"As for you, sir!" Tom Price turned, towering. "It is fortunate for YOU +that I find my wife in this darned shebang.--Any female policeman +behind that door-girl? Doctor? Why, Doctor! Say, DOCTOR! Dr. Denbigh! +What in thunder are you laughing at?" + +The doctor's sense of humor (a quality for which I must admit my dear +husband is not so distinguished as he is for some more important +traits) had got the better of him. He put his hands in his pockets, +threw back his handsome head, and then and there, in that sacred +feminine vestibule, he laughed as no woman could laugh if she tried. + +In the teeth of the door-girl, the clerk, and the proprietress, in the +face of the chin lady and the poodle girl, I ran straight to Tom and +put my arms around his neck. At first I was afraid he was going to push +me off, but he thought better of it. Then I cried out upon him as a +woman will when she has had a good scare. "Oh, Tom! Tom! Tom! You dear +old precious Tom! I told you all about it. I wrote you a note about Dr. +Denbigh and--and everything. You don't mean to say you never found it?" + +"Where the deuce did you leave it?" demanded Thomas Price. + +"Why, I stuck it on your pin-cushion! I pinned it there. I pinned it +down with two safety-pins. I was very particular to." + +"PIN-CUSHION!" exploded Tom. "A message--an important message--to a +MAN--on a PIN-cushion!" + +Then, with that admirable self-possession which has been the secret of +Tom Price's success in life, he immediately recovered himself. "Next +time, Maria," he observed, with pitying gentleness, "pin it on the +hen-coop. Or, paste it on the haymow with the mucilage-brush. Or, +fasten it to the watering-trough in the square--anywhere I might run +across it.--Doctor! I beg your pardon, old fellow.--Now madam, if you +are allowed by law to get out of this blasted house I can't get into, I +will pay your bill, Maria, and take you to a respectable hotel. What's +that one we used to go to when we ran down to see Irving? I can't +think---Oh yes--'The Holy Family.'" + +"Don't be blasphemous, Price, whatever else you are!" admonished the +doctor. He was choking with laughter. + +"Perhaps it was 'The Whole Family,' Tom?" I suggested, meekly. + +"Come to think of it," admitted Tom, "it must have been 'The Happy +Family.' Get your things on, Mysie, and we'll get out of this inhuman +place." + +I held my head as high as I could when I came back through the lobby, +with a stout chambermaid carrying my suit-case. The clerk sniffed +audibly; the proprietress met me with a granite eye; the lady with the +three chins muttered something which I am convinced it would not have +added to my personal happiness to hear; but I thought the girl with the +lavender poodle watched me a little wistfully as I whirled away upon my +husband's big forgiving arm. + +The doctor, who had really laughed until he cried, followed, wiping his +merry eyes. These glistened when on the sidewalk directly opposite the +hotel entrance we met Elizabeth Talbert, who had arranged, but in the +agitation of the morning I had entirely forgotten it, to come to see me +at that very hour. + +So we fell into line, the doctor and Aunt Elizabeth, my husband and I, +on our way to take the cars for "The Happy Family," when suddenly Tom +clapped his hands to his pockets and announced that he had +forgotten--he must send a telegram. Coming away in such a hurry, he +must telegraph to the Works. Tom is an incurable telegrapher (I have +long cherished the conviction that he is the main support of the +Western Union Telegraph Company), and we all followed him to the +nearest office where he could get a wire. + +Some one was before him at the window, a person holding a hesitant +pencil above a yellow blank. I believe I am not without self-possession +myself, partly natural, and partly acquired by living so long with Tom; +but it took all I ever had not to utter a womanish cry when the young +man turned his face and I saw that it was Harry Goward. + +The boy's glance swept us all in. When it reached Aunt Elizabeth and +Dr. Denbigh he paled, whether with relief or regret I had my doubts at +that moment, and I have them still. An emotion of some species +possessed him so that he could not for the moment speak. Aunt Elizabeth +was the first to recover herself. + +"Ah?" she cooed. "What a happy accident! Mr. Goward, allow me to +present you to my friend Dr. Denbigh." + +The doctor bowed with a portentous gravity. It was almost the equal of +Harry's own. + +After this satisfactory incident everybody fell back instinctively and +gave the command of the expedition to me. The boy anxiously yielded his +place at the telegraph window to Tom; in fact, I took the pains to +notice that Harry's telegram was not sent, or was deferred to a more +convenient season. I invited him to run over to "The Happy Family" with +us, and we all fell into rank again on the sidewalk, the boy not +without embarrassment. Of this I made it my first duty to relieve him. +We chatted of the weather and the theatre and hotels. When we had +walked a short distance, we met Charles Edward dawdling along over to +"The Sphinx" (however reluctantly) to call upon his precious elder +sister. So we paired off naturally: Aunt Elizabeth and the doctor in +front, Goward and I behind them, and Tom and Charles Edward bringing up +the rear. + +My heart dropped when I saw what a family party air we had. I felt it +to my finger-tips, and I could see that the lad writhed under it. His +expression changed from misery to mutiny. I should not have been +surprised if he had made one plunge into the roaring current of +Broadway and sunk from sight forever. The thing that troubled me most +was the poor taste of it: as if the whole family had congregated in the +metropolis to capture that unhappy boy. For the first time I began to +feel some sympathy for him. + +"Mr. Goward," I said, abruptly, in a voice too low even for Aunt +Elizabeth to hear, "nobody wishes to make you uncomfortable. We are not +here for any such purpose. I have something in my pocket to show you; +that is all. It will interest you, I am sure. As soon as we get to the +hotel, if you don't mind, I will tell you about it--or, in fact, will +give it to you. Count the rest out. They are not in the secret." + +"I feel like a convict arrested by plainclothes men," complained Harry, +glancing before and behind. + +"You won't," I said, "when you have talked to me five minutes." + +"Sha'n't I?" he asked, dully. He said nothing more, and we pursued our +way to the hotel in silence. Elizabeth Talbert and Dr. Denbigh talked +enough to make up for us. + +Aunt Elizabeth made herself so charming, so acutely charming, that I +heard the boy draw one quick, sharp breath. But his eyes followed her +more sullenly than tenderly, and when she clung to the doctor's arm +upon a muddy crossing the young man turned to me with a sad, whimsical +smile. + +"It doesn't seem to make much difference--does it, Mrs. Price? She +treats us all alike." + +There is the prettiest little writing-room in "The Happy Family," all +blue and mahogany and quiet. This place was deserted, and thither I +betook myself with Harry Goward, and there he began as soon as we were +alone: + +"Well, what is it, Mrs. Price?" + +"Nothing but this," I said, gently enough. "I have taken it upon myself +to solve a mystery that has caused a good deal of confusion in our +family." + +Without warning I took the muddy letter from my pocket, and slid it +under his eyes upon the big blue blotter. + +"I don't wish to be intrusive or strenuous," I pleaded, "none of us +wishes to be that. Nobody is here to call you to account, Mr. Goward, +but you see this letter. It was received at our house in the condition +in which you find it. Would you be so kind as to supply the missing +address? That is all I want of you." + +The boy's complexion ran through the palette, and subsided from a dull +Indian-red to a sickly Nile-green. "Hasn't she ever read it?" he +demanded. + +"Nobody has ever read it," I said. "Naturally--since it is not +addressed. This letter went fishing with Billy." + +The young man took the letter and examined it in trembling silence. + +Perhaps if Fate ever broke him on her wheel it was at that moment. His +destiny was still in his own hands, and so was the letter. Unaddressed, +it was his personal property. He could retain it if he chose, and the +family mystery would darken into deeper gloom than ever. I felt my +comfortable, commonplace heart beat rapidly. + +Our silence had passed the point of discomfort, and was fast reaching +that of anguish, when the boy lifted his head manfully, dipped one of +"The Happy Family's" new pens into a stately ink-bottle, and rapidly +filled in the missing address upon the unfortunate letter. He handed it +to me without a word. My eyes blurred when I read: + +"Personal. Miss Peggy Talbert, Eastridge. (Kindness of Miss Alice +Talbert.)" + +"What shall I do with it?" I asked, controlling my agitation. + +"Deliver it to her, if you please, as quickly as possible. I thought of +everything else. I never thought of this." + +"Never thought of--" + +"That she might not have got it." + +"Now then, Mr. Goward," I ventured, still speaking very gently, "do you +mind telling me what you took that 5.40 train for?" + +"Why, because I didn't get an answer from the letter!" exclaimed Harry, +raising his voice for the first time. "A man doesn't write a letter +such as that more than once in a lifetime. It was a very important +letter. I told her everything. I explained everything. I felt I ought +to have a hearing. If she wanted to throw me over (I don't deny she had +the right to) I would rather she had taken some other way than--than to +ignore such a letter. I waited for an answer to that letter until +quarter-past five. I just caught the 5.40 train and went to my aunt's +house, the one--you know my uncle died the other day--I have been there +ever since. By-the-way, Mrs. Price, if anything else comes up, and if +you have any messages for me, I shall be greatly obliged if you will +take my address." + +He handed me his card with an up-town street and number, and I snapped +it into the inner pocket of my wallet. + +"Do you think," demanded Harry Goward, outright, "that she will ever +forgive me, REALLY forgive me?" + +"That is for you to find out," I answered, smiling comfortably; for I +could not possibly have Harry think that any of us--even an unpopular +elder sister--could be there to fling Peggy at the young man's head. +"That is between you and Peggy." + +"When shall you get home with that letter?" demanded Harry. + +"Ask my husband. At a guess, I should say tomorrow." + +"Perhaps I had better wait until she has read the letter," mused the +boy. "Don't you think so, Mrs. Price?" + +"I don't think anything about it. I will not take any responsibility +about it. I have got the letter officially addressed, and there my +errand ends." + +"You see, I want to do the best thing," urged Harry Goward. "And so +much has happened since I wrote that letter--and when you come to think +that she has never read it--" + +"I will mail it to her," I said, suddenly. "I will enclose it with a +line and get it off by special delivery this noon." + +"It might not reach her," suggested Harry, pessimistically. "Everything +seems to go wrong in this affair." + +"Would you prefer to send it yourself?" I asked. + +Harry Goward shook his head. + +"I would rather wait till she has read it. I feel, under the +circumstances, that I owe that to her." + +Now, at that critical moment, a wide figure darkened the entrance of +the writing-room, and, plumping down solidly at another table, spread +out a fat, ring-laden hand and began to write a laborious letter. It +was the lady with the three chins. But the girl with the poodle did not +put in an appearance. I learned afterward that the dog rule of "The +Happy Family" admitted of no permits. + +Harry Goward and I parted abruptly but pleasantly, and he earnestly +requested the privilege of being permitted to call upon me to-morrow +morning. + +I mailed the letter to Peggy by special delivery, and just now I asked +Tom if he didn't think it was wise. + +"I can tell you better, my dear, day after tomorrow," he replied. And +that was all I could get out of him. + + +"The Happy Family."--It is day after tomorrow, and Tom and I are going +to take the noon train home. Our purpose, or at least my purpose, to +this effect has been confirmed, if not created, by the following +circumstances: + +Yesterday, a few hours after I had parted from Harry Goward in the blue +writing-room of "The Happy Family," Tom received from father a telegram +which ran like this: + +"Off for Washington--that Gooch business. Shall take Peggy. Child needs +change. Will stop over from Colonial Express and lunch Happy Family. +Explicitly request no outsider present. Can't have appearance of false +position. Shall take her directly out of New York, after luncheon. +Cyrus Talbert." + +Torn between filial duty and sisterly affection, I sat twirling this +telegram between my troubled fingers. Tom had dashed it there and blown +off somewhere, leaving me, as he usually does, to make my own +decisions. Should I tell Harry? Should I not tell Harry? Was it my +right? Was it not his due? I vibrated between these inexorable +questions, but, like the pendulum I was, I struck no answer anywhere. I +had half made up my mind to let matters take their own course. If +Goward should happen to call on me when Peggy, flying through New York +beneath her father's stalwart wing, alighted for the instant at "The +Happy Family"--was I to blame? Could _I_ be held responsible? It struck +me that I could not. On the other hand, father could not be more +determined than I that Peggy should not be put into the apparent +position of pursuing an irresolute, however repentant, lover. ... I was +still debating the question as conscientiously and philosophically as I +knew how, when the bell-boy brought me a note despatched by a district +messenger, and therefore constitutionally delayed upon the way. + +The letter was from my little sister's fiance, and briefly said: + +"My dear Mrs. Price,--I cannot tell you how I thank you for your +sisterly sympathy and womanly good sense. You have cleared away a lot +of fog out of my mind. I don't feel that I can wait an unnecessary hour +before I see Peggy. I should like to be with her as soon as the letter +is. If you will allow me to postpone my appointment with yourself, I +shall start for Eastridge by the first train I can catch to-day. + + "Gratefully yours, + + "Henry T. Goward." + + + +IX. THE MOTHER + +by Edith Wyatt + +I am sure that I shall surprise no mother of a large family when I say +that this hour is the first one I have spent alone for thirty years. I +count it, alone. For while I am driving back in the runabout along the +six miles of leafy road between the hospital and Eastridge with mother +beside me, she is sound asleep under the protection of her little +hinged black sunshade, still held upright. She will sleep until we are +at home; and, after our anxious morning at the hospital, I am most +grateful to the fortune sending me this lucid interval, not only for +thinking over what has occurred in the last three days, but also for +trying to focus clearly for myself what has happened in the last week, +since Elizabeth went on the 5.40 to New York; since Charles followed +Elizabeth; since Maria, under Dr. Denbigh's mysteriously required +escort, followed Charles; since Tom followed Maria; and since Cyrus, +with my dear girl, followed Tom. + +On the warm afternoon before Elizabeth left, as I walked past her open +door, with Lena, and carrying an egg-nog to Peggy, I could not avoid +hearing down the whole length of the hall a conversation carried on in +clear, absorbed tones, between my sister and Alice. + +"Did I understand you to say," said Elizabeth, in an assumption of +indifference too elaborate, I think, to deceive even her niece, "that +this Mr. Wilde you mention is now living in New York?" + +"Oh yes. He conducts all the art-classes at the Crafts Settlement. He +encouraged Lorraine's sisters in their wonderful work. I would love to +go into it myself." + +Lorraine's sisters and her circle once entertained me at tea in their +establishment when I visited Charles before his marriage, in New York. +They are extremely kind young women, ladies in every respect, who have +a workshop called "At the Sign of the Three-legged Stool." They seem to +be carpenters, as nearly as I can tell. They wear fillets and bright, +loose clothes; and they make very rough-hewn burnt-wood footstools and +odd settees with pieces of glass set about in them. It is all very +puzzling. When Charles showed me a candlestick one of the young ladies +had made, and talked to me about the decoration and the line, I could +see that it was very gracefully designed and nicely put together. But +when he noticed that in the wish to be perfectly open-minded to his +point of view I was looking very attentively at a queer, uneven +wrought-iron brooch with two little pendant polished granite rocks, he +only laughed and put his hand on my shawl a minute and brought me more +tea. + +So that I could understand something of what Alice was mentioning as +she went on: "You know Lorraine says that, though not the most +PROMINENT, Lyman Wilde is the most RADICAL and TEMPERAMENTAL leader in +the great handicraft development in this country. Even most of the +persons in favor of it consider that he goes too far. She says, for +instance, he is so opposed to machines of all sorts that he thinks it +would be better to abolish printing and return to script. He has +started what they call a little movement of the kind now, and is +training two young scriveners." + +Elizabeth was shaking her head reflectively as I passed the door, and +saying: "Ah--no compromise. And always, ALWAYS the love of beauty." And +I heard her advising Alice never, never to be one of the foolish women +and men who hurt themselves by dreaming of beauty or happiness in their +narrow little lives; repeating sagely that this dream was even worse +for the women than for the men; and asked whether Alice supposed the +Crafts Settlement address wouldn't probably be in the New York +telephone-book. Alice seemed to be spending a very gratifying afternoon. + +My sister Elizabeth's strongest instinct from her early youth has been +the passion inspiring the famous Captain Parklebury Todd, so often +quoted by Alice and Billy: "I do not think I ever knew a character so +given to creating a sensation. Or p'r'aps I should in justice say, to +what, in an Adelphi play, is known as situation." Never has she +gratified her taste in this respect more fully than she did--as I +believe quite accidentally and on the inspiration of these words with +Alice--in taking the evening train to New York with Mr. Goward. + +Twenty or thirty people at the station saw them starting away together, +each attempting to avoid recognition, each in the pretence of avoiding +the other, each with excited manners. So that, as both Peggy and +Elizabeth have been born and brought up here; as, during Mr. Goward's +conspicuous absence and silence, during Peggy's illness, and all our +trying uncertainties and hers, in the last weeks, my sister had widely +flung to town talk many tacit insinuations concerning the character of +Mr. Goward's interest in herself; as none of the twenty or thirty +people were mute beyond their kind; and as Elizabeth's nature has never +inspired high neighborly confidence--before night a rumor had spread +like the wind that Margaret Talbert's lover had eloped with her aunt. + +Billy heard the other children talking of this news and hushing +themselves when he came up. Tom learned of the occurrence by a +telephone, and, after supper, told Cyrus and myself; Maria was informed +of it by telephone through an old friend who thought Maria should know +of what every one was saying. Lorraine, walking to the office to meet +Charles, was overtaken on the street by Mrs. Temple, greatly concerned +for us and for Peggy, and learned the strange story from our +sympathetic neighbor, to repeat it to Charles. At ten o'clock there was +only one person in the house, perhaps in Eastridge, who was ignorant of +our daughter's singular fortune. That person was our dear girl herself. + +Since my own intelligence of the report I had not left her alone with +anybody else for a moment; and now I was standing in the hall watching +her start safely up-stairs, when to our surprise the front-door latch +clicked suddenly; she turned on the stairs; the door opened, and we +both faced Charles. From the first still glances he and I gave each +other he knew she hadn't heard. Then he said quietly that he had wished +to see Peggy for a moment before she went to sleep. He bade me a very +confiding and responsible good-night, and went out with her to the +garden where they used to play constantly together when they were +children. + +Up-stairs, unable to lie down till she came back, I put on a little +cambric sack and sat by the window waiting till I should hear her foot +on the stairs again. "Charles is telling her," I said to Cyrus. He was +walking up and down the room, dumb with impatience and disgust, too +pained for Peggy, too tried by his own helplessness to rest or even to +sit still. In a way it has all been harder for him than for any one +else. His impulses are stronger and deeper than my dear girl's, and far +less cool. She is very especially precious to him; and, whether because +she looks so like him, or because he thinks her ways like my own, her +youth and her fortune have always been at once a more anxious and a +more lovely concern with him than any one else's on earth. She is, +somehow, our future to him. + +While we waited here in this anxiety up-stairs, down in the garden I +could hear not the words, but the tones of our children as they spoke +together. Charles's voice sounded first for a long time, with an air of +calmness and directness; and Peggy answered him at intervals of +listening, answered apparently less with surprise at what he told her +than in a quiet acceptance, with a little throb of control, and then in +accord with him. Then it was as though they were planning together. + +In the still village night their voices sounded very tranquil; after a +little while, even buoyant. Peggy laughed once or twice. Little by +little a breath of relief blew over both her father's solicitude and +mine. It was partly from the coolness and freshness of the out-door +air, and the half-unconscious sense it often brings, that beyond +whatever care is close beside you at the instant there is--and +especially for the young--so much else in all creation. Then, for me, +there was a deep comfort in the knowledge that in this time of need my +children had each other; that they could speak so together, in an +intimate sympathy, and were, not only superficially in name, but really +and beautifully, a brother and sister. + +At last, as they parted at the gate, Charles said, in a spirited, +downright tone: "Stick to that, cling to it, make it your answer to +everything. It's all you now know and all you need to know, and you'll +be as firm on it as on a rock." + +The lamplight from the street filtering through the elm leaves +glimmered on Peggy's bright hair as she looked up at him. Her eyelashes +were wet, but she was laughing as she said: "But, of course, I HAVE to +cling to it. It's the truth. Good-night! Good-night!" And her step on +the stairs was light and even skipping. + +On the next morning, when I knocked at her door to find whether she +would rather breakfast up-stairs, I saw at once she had slept. She +stood before the mirror fastening her belt ribbon, and looking so +lovely it seemed impossible misfortune should ever touch her. + +"Why, mother dear, you aren't dressed for the library-board meeting! +Isn't that this morning?" + +"Yes." + +She looked at me with her little, sweet, quick smile, and we sat down +for a moment on her couch together, each with a sense that neither +would say one word too sharply pressing. + +"Dear mother, why NOT go to the board meeting? You don't need to +protect me so. You CAN'T protect me every minute. You see, of course, +last night Charles--told me of what everybody thinks." Her voice +throbbed again. She stopped for a minute. "But for weeks and weeks I +had felt something like this coming toward me. And now that it's come," +she went on, bravely, "we can only just do as we always have done--and +not make any difference--can we?" + +"Except that I feel I must be here, because we can't know from minute +to minute what may come up." + +"You feel you can't leave me, mother. But you can. I want to see +whoever comes, just as usual. I'd have to at some time, you know, at +any rate. And I mean to do it now--until I go away out of Eastridge. +Charles is going to arrange that so very wonderfully. He has gone to +New York now to see about it." + +"He has, my dear?" I said, in some surprise. + +"Yes. And, mother, about--about what's over," she whispered. + +"Yes." + +"Oh, just--just it couldn't all have happened in this way if"--she +spoke in quite a clear, soft voice, looking straight into my eyes, with +one of her quick turns--"he were a real MAN--anybody I could think of +as being my husband. It was just that I didn't truly know him. That was +all." + +We held each other's hands fast for one moment of perfect understanding +before we rose. + +"Then I'll go, dear, this morning, just as you like," I said. She came +into my room and fastened my cuff-pins for me. "Why, mother, I don't +believe you and your little duchesse cuffs and your little, fine, gold +watch-chain have ever been away from the chair of the library committee +at a board meeting for twenty years! Just think what a sensation you +were going to make if I hadn't interfered! There, how nice you look!" + +The weather was so inclement during my absence that I felt quite secure +concerning all intrusion for her. At noon the storm rose high, with a +close-timed thunder and lightning; the Episcopal church spire was +struck; two trees were blown over in the square; and, instead of +ordering Dan and the horses out in this tumult, I dined with a board +member living next the library, and drove home at three o'clock when +the violence of the gale had abated. + +The house was perfectly still when I reached it. The children were at +school; Cyrus, at the factory; mother, napping, with her door closed. +In her own room up-stairs, in the middle of the house, Peggy sat alone, +in a loose wrapper, with her hair flying over her shoulders. An open +book lay unnoticed in her lap. Her face was white and tear-stained, and +her eyes looked wild and ill. + +As her glance fell on me I saw her need of me, and hurried in to close +the door. "Oh, mother; mother!" she moaned. "Such a morning! It's all +come back--all I fought against--all I was conquering. What does it +mean? What does it mean?" + +"What has happened? Who has been here?" + +"Maria--sneering at Charles's ideas, asking me questions, petting me +and pitying me and making a baby of me, until I broke down at last and +wanted all the things she wanted to have done, and let her kiss me +good-bye for her kindness in doing them--" + +In a passion of tears she walked up and down, up and down the room, as +her father does, except with that quick, nervous grace she always has, +and in a painful, sobbing excitement. + +Every sense I had was for an instant's passage fused in one clear, +concentrated anger against a sister who could play so ruthlessly upon +my poor child's woman pulses and emotions, so disarm her of her +self-control and right free spirit. + +"Why did she come?" I said, at last, with the best calmness I could +muster. Peggy stood still for a moment, startled by a coldness in my +voice I couldn't alter. + +"She came to find out about things for herself. Then when she did find +out about Charles's way of helping us she simply hated it--and she sent +me after--after the letter you had. I got it from your desk, and Maria +took it to find out its real address." + +At that she sank again in a chair, and buried her face in her hands, +hardly knowing what she was saying. "Oh, what shall I do? What shall I +do?" she repeated, softly and wildly. "Yesterday I could behave so well +by what I knew was true about him. Then, when Maria came and spoke as +though I was three years old, and hadn't any understanding nor any +dignity of my own, and the best thing for any girl, at any rate, were +to cling to the man she loved as though she were his mother and he were +her dear, erring child" (she began to laugh a little), "the feebler he +were the more credit to her for her devotion--then I couldn't go on by +what I knew was true about him--only back, back again to all my--old +mistake." She was laughing and crying now with little, quick gasps, in +a sheer hysteria which no doubt would have given her sister entire +satisfaction as a manifesto of her normal womanliness. + +I brought her a glass of water, and, trying to conceal my own distress +for her as well as I could, sat down, silently, near her. Gradually she +grew quieter, until the room was so still that we could hear the +raindrops from the eaves plash down outside. Peggy pushed back her +cloud of bright hair and fastened it in the nape of her neck. At last +she said, with conviction: "Mother, Maria didn't say these things, but +I know she thinks them for me, thinks that a woman's love is just all +forgiveness and indulgence. By that she could--she did work on my +nerves. But"--and her gray eyes glanced so beautifully and so darkly +with a girl's fine, straight, native, healthy spirit as she said it--"I +COULDN'T marry any man but one that I admired." + +"I'm sure you couldn't," I said, firmly. "And, my dear child, I must +confess I fail to understand why your sister should wish so +patronizingly for you a fortune she would never have accepted for +herself. How can she possibly like for you such a mawkish and a morbid +thing as the prospect of a marriage with a man in whom neither you nor +any other person feels the presence of one single absolute and manly +quality?" + +"Why, mother, I have never heard you speak so strongly before--" + +At that moment Lena came searching through the hall, and knocking at +the door of my room, next Peggy's, to announce Lorraine. The +kind-hearted girl was with us constantly, and of the greatest +unobtrusive solace to Peggy in those three days after our travellers +had all gone, one after the other, like the fairy-tale family, at the +chance word of Clever Alice. + +It was on the fifth morning afterward, as I was sitting on the piazza +hemming an organdie ruffle for my big little girl--she does shoot up so +fast--that I heard on the gravel Charles's footstep. + +For some time after his arrival, as he sat, with his hat thrown off, +talking lightly of his New York sojourn, I was so completely glad to +see him, and to see him looking so well and in such buoyant spirits, +that I could think of nothing else until he mentioned taking tea "At +the Sign of the Three-legged Stool" with Lorraine's sisters, with Lyman +Wilde--and with Aunt Elizabeth. + +My work dropped out of my hands. + +He laughed. "Yes. Dear mother, since you never have seen him, I don't +know that I can hope to convey any right conception of Wilde's truly +remarkable character. He is, to begin with, the best of men. Picture, +if you can, a nature with a soul completely beautiful and selfless, and +a nervous surface quite as pachydermatous and indiscriminating as that +of an ox. Wilde accepts everybody's estimate of himself. Not only the +quality of his mercy, but also of his admiration, is quite unstrained. +So that he sees the friend of his youth not at all as I or any +humanized perception at the Crafts Settlement would see her, but quite +as she sees herself, as a fascinating, gifted, capricious woman of the +world, beating the wings of her thwarted love of beauty against cruel +circumstance. I noticed his attitude as soon as I mentioned to him that +Lorraine had by chance discovered that he and my aunt were old +acquaintances. He said that he would be very much interested in seeing +her again. As he happened at the moment to be looking over a packet of +postals announcing his series of talks on 'Script,' he asked me her +address, called his stenographer, and had it added to his mailing-list. +But before the postal reached her she had called him up to tell him she +had lately heard of his work and of him for the first time after all +these years, through Lorraine, and to ask him to come to see her. His +call, I am sure, they spent in a rich mutual misunderstanding as +thoroughly satisfactory to both as any one could wish. For, as I say, +on my last visit in the Crafts neighborhood she was taking tea with all +of them and Dr. Denbigh." + +"Dr. Denbigh!" I repeated, in surprise. "Oh, Charles, are any of them +not well?" + +"No, no. I think he's been in New York"--he gave a groan--"on account +of some delicate finesse on Maria's part, some incomprehensible plan of +hers for bringing Goward back here. The worst of it is that, like all +her plans, I believe it's going to be perfectly successful." + +"What do you mean?" I asked, in consternation. + +"From every natural portent, I think that horrid infant in arms was, +when I left New York, about to cast his handkerchief or rattle toward +Peggy again. I'm morally certain that he and all his odious emotional +disturbances will be presenting themselves for her consideration in +Eastridge before long; and, since they strike me as quite too odious +for the nicest girl in the world, I hope, before they reach here, +she'll be far away--absolutely out of reach." + +"I hope so, too." But as I said it, for the first time there came +around me, like a blank, rising mist, the prospect of a journey farther +and a longer separation than any I had before imagined between us. + +"I knew you'd think so. That was, partly, why I acted as I did, for +her, dear mother"--he leaned forward a little toward me and took up one +end of the ruffle I was stitching again to cover my excitement--"and +for Lorraine and for me, in engaging our passage abroad." + +He seemed not to expect me to speak at once, but after a little quiet +pause, while we both sat thinking, went on, with great gentleness: "You +know it's about our only way of really protecting her from any +annoyance here, even that of thoughts of her own she doesn't like. +There will be so very wonderfully much for her to see, and I believe +she'll enjoy it. One of Lorraine's younger sisters is coming to be with +us, perhaps, for a while in Switzerland--and the Elliots--animal +sculptors. You remember them, don't you, and Arlington--studying +decorative design that winter when you were in New York? They'll be +abroad this summer. I believe we'll all have a very charming, care-free +time walking and sketching and working--a time really so much more +charming for a lovely and sensible young woman than sitting in a +talking town subject to the incursions of a lover she doesn't truly +like." He stopped a moment before he added, sincerely: "Then--it isn't +simply for her that this way would be better, mother, but for me, for +every one." + +"For you and for every one?" I managed to make myself ask with +tranquillity. + +"Yes. Why wouldn't this relieve immensely all the sufferers from my +commercial career at the factory? Don't you think that's somewhat +unjust, not simply to Maria's and Tom's requirements for the family +standing and fortunes"--he laughed a moment--"but to father's need +there of a right-hand business man?" That was his way of putting it. +"For a long time," he pursued, more earnestly than I've ever heard him +speak before in his life, "I've been planning, mother, to go away to +study and to sketch. I'm doing nothing here. Maybe what I would do away +from here might not seem to you so wonderful. But it would have one +dignity--whatever else it were or were not, it would be my own." + +Perhaps it may seem strange, but in those few words and instants, when +my son spoke so simply and sincerely of his own work, I felt, more than +in his actual wedding with his wife, the cleaving pang of a marriage +for him. At the same time I was stricken beyond all possible speech by +my rising consciousness of the injustice of his sense of failure here +in his own father's house, in my house. How weakly I had been lost in +the thousand little anxieties and preoccupations of my every-day, to +let myself be unwittingly engulfed in his older sister's strange, blank +prejudice, to lose my own true understanding of the rights and the +happiness of one of the children--I can think it, all unspoken and in +silence--somehow most my own. + +It seemed as though my heartstrings tightened. Everything blurred +before me. I never in my life have tried so hard before to hold my soul +absolutely still to see quite clearly, as though none of this were +happening to myself, what would be best for my boy's future, for +Peggy's, for their whole lives. It was in the midst of these +close-pressing thoughts that I heard him saying: "So that perhaps this +would truly be the right way for every one." Only too inevitably I knew +his words were true; and now I could force myself at last to say, +quietly: "Why--yes--if that would make you happier, Charles." He rose +and came up to my chair then so beautifully, and moved it to a shadier +place, as Peggy, catching sight of him from the garden, ran up with a +cry of surprise to meet him, to talk about it all. + +I scarcely know whether her father's consciousness of the coming +separation for me, or my consciousness of the coming separation for +him, made things harder or easier for both of us. Cyrus was obliged to +make a business trip to Washington on the next day, and it was decided +that as Peggy especially wished to be with him now before her long +absence, she should accompany him in the morning. + +On the midnight before we were all startled from sleep by the clang of +the door-bell. Good little Billy, always hoping for excitement, and +besides extremely sweet in doing errands, answered it. The rest of us +absurdly assembled in kimonos and bathrobes at the head of the stairs, +dreading we scarcely knew what, for the members of the family not in +the house. Within a few minutes Billy dashed up-stairs again, +considerately holding high, so that we all could see it, a +special-delivery letter, the very same illegible, bleared envelope +which had before annoyed us so extremely. It was addressed in +washed-out characters to Miss -- Talbert. The word Peggy, very clear +and black, had been lately inserted in the same handwriting; and below, +the street and number had been recently refreshed, apparently by the +hand of Maria. + +As this familiar, wearisome object reappeared before us all, Peggy, +with a little quiver of mirth, looking out between her long braids, +cried: "Call back the boy!" By the time the messenger had returned she +had readdressed the envelope, unopened, to Mr. Goward. Billy took it +back down-stairs again; and every one trooped off to bed, Alice and +mother with positive snorts and flounces of impatience. + +Needless to say, Tom and Maria returned in perfect safety on Saturday. +Before then, at twelve o'clock on the same morning, when Cyrus and +Peggy had gone, I was sitting on the piazza making a little money-bag +for her, with mother sitting rocking beside me, and complaining of +every one in peace, when Dr. Denbigh drove up to the horse-block, flung +his weight out of the buggy, and hurried up the steps. He shook hands +with us hastily and abstractedly, and asked if he might speak to me +inside the house. + +"Mrs. Talbert," he said, closing the door of the library as soon as we +were inside it, "I am sure you will try not to feel alarmed at +something I must tell you of at once. The early morning train I came on +from New York, the one that ought to get in at Eastridge at eleven, was +derailed two hours ago on a misplaced switch between here and Whitman. +No one was killed, but many of the passengers were injured. Among the +injured I took care of was Mr. Goward. His arm has been broken. He's +been badly shaken up--and he's now in a state of shock at the Whitman +Hospital. The boy has been asking for Peggy, and then for you. I +promised him that after my work was done--all the injured were taken +there by a special as soon as possible after the wreck--I'd ask you to +drive back to see him. Will you come?" + +Of course I went, then. And at Harry Goward's request I have gone twice +since. He is very ill, too ill to talk, and though Dr. Denbigh says he +will outlive a thousand stronger men, he has been rather worse this +morning. When I first saw him he asked for Peggy in one gasping word, +and when he learned she had gone to Washington turned even whiter than +he had been before. He is nervously quite wrecked and wretched; has no +confidence in Dr. Denbigh; and either Maria or I will go to the +hospital every day till the boy's mother comes from California. It is a +very trying situation. For his misfortune has, of course, not changed +my knowledge of his nature. I dread telling Cyrus and Peggy, when I +meet their returning noon train, after I have left mother at home, of +everything that has happened here. + +As though these difficulties were not enough, this morning, just before +we started to Whitman, we were involved in another perplexity through +the unwilling agency of Mr. Temple. He called me up to read me a +bewildering telegram he had received an hour before from Elizabeth. It +said: + +"Please end Eastridge scandal by announcing my engagement in +Banner.--Lily." + +"Engagement to whom?" Mr. Temple had asked by telephone of Charles, who +said none of us could be responsible for any definite information in +the matter unless, perhaps, Maria. On consultation, Maria had said to +Mr. Temple that in New York Mr. Goward had imparted to her that +Elizabeth had told him many weeks ago that she was irrevocably +betrothed to Dr. Denbigh. Mr. Temple had finally referred +unsuccessfully to me for Elizabeth's address in order to ask her to +send a complete announcement in the full form she wished printed. + +("Whoa, Douglas. Well--mother, you had a nice little nap, didn't you. +No, no; I won't be late. It's not more than five minutes to the +station. Thanks, Lena. Yes, Billy dear, you can get in. Why, I don't +know why you shouldn't drive.") + +The train is just pulling in. Charles is there and Maria, each standing +on one side of the car-steps. Now I see them. That looks like Peggy's +suit-case the porter's carrying down. Yes, it is. There--there they +are, coming down the steps behind him, Cyrus and my dear girl--how well +they look! Oh, how I hope everything will come right for them! + + + +X. THE SCHOOL-BOY + +By Mary Raymond Shipman Andrews + +Rabbits. + +Automobile. (Painted red, with yellow lines.) + +Automatic reel. (The 3-dollar kind.) + +New stamp-book. (The puppy chewed my other.) + +Golly, I forgot. I suppose I mustn't use this, but it's my birthday +next month, and I want 'steen things, and I thought I'd better make a +list to pin on the dining-room door, where the family could take their +pick what to give me. Lorraine gave me this blank-book, and told me +that if I'd write down everything that I knew about Peggy and Harry +Goward and all that stuff, she'd have Sally make me three pounds of +crumbly cookies with currants on top, in a box, to keep in my room just +to eat myself, and she wouldn't tell Alice, so I won't be selfish not +to offer her any as she won't know about it and so won't suffer. I'm +going to keep them in the extra bureau drawer where Peg puts her best +party dress, so I guess they'll be et up before anybody goes there. + +Peggy's feeling pretty sick now to dress up for parties, but I know a +thing or two that the rest don't know. Wouldn't Alice be hopping! She +always thinks she's wise to everything, and to have a thick-headed +boy-person know a whacking secret that they'd all be excited about +would make her mad enough to burst. She thinks she can read my ingrown +soul too--but I rather think I have my own interior thoughts that Miss +Alice doesn't tumble to. For instance, Dr. Denbigh. + +Golly, I forgot. Lorraine said she'd cut down the cookies if things +weren't told orderly the way they happened. So I've got to begin back. +First then, I've had the best time since Peggy got engaged that I've +ever had in my own home. Not quite as unbossed as when they sent me on +the Harris farm last summer, and I slept in the stable if I wanted to, +and nobody asked if I'd taken a bath. That was a sensible way to live, +but yet it's been unpecked at and pleasant even at home lately. You +see, with such a lot of fussing about Peggy and Harry Goward, nobody +has noticed what I did, and that, to a person with a taste for animals, +is one of the best states of living. I've gone to the table without +brushing my hair, and the puppy has slept in my bed, and I've kept a +toad behind the wash-basin for two weeks, and though Lena, the maid, +knew about it, she shut up and was decent because she didn't want to +worry mother. A toad is such an unusual creature to live with. I've got +a string to his hind leg, but yet he gets into places where you don't +expect him, and it's very interesting. Lena seemed to think it wasn't +nice to have him in the towels in the wash-stand drawer, but I didn't +care. It doesn't hurt the towels and it's cosey for the toad. + +I had a little snake--a stunner--but Lena squealed when she found him +in my collars, so I had to take him away. He looked awfully cunning +inside the collars, but Lena wouldn't stand for him, so I let well +enough alone and tried to be contented with the toad and the puppy and +some June-bugs I've got in boxes in the closet, and my lizard--next to +mother, he's my best friend--I've had him six months. I'm not sure I +wouldn't rather lose mother than him, because you can get a +step-mother, but it's awfully difficult to replace a lizard like +Diogenes. I wonder if Lorraine will think I've written too much about +my animals? They're more fun than Peggy anyway, and as for Harry +Goward--golly! The toad or lizard that couldn't be livelier than he is +would be a pretty sad animal. + +A year ago I was fishing one day away up the river, squatting under a +bush on a bank, when Peggy and Dr. Denbigh came and plumped right over +my head. They didn't see me--but it wasn't up to me. They were looking +the other way, so they didn't notice my fish-line either. They weren't +noticing much of life as it appeared to me except their personal +selves. I thought if they wouldn't disturb me I wouldn't disturb them. +At first I didn't pay attention to what they were saying, because there +was a chub and a trout together after my bait, and I naturally was +excited to see if the trout would take it. But when I'd lost both of +them I had time to listen. + +I wouldn't have believed it of Dr. Denbigh, to bother about a girl like +Peg, who can't do anything. And he's a whale, just a whale. He's six +feet-two, and strong as an ox. He went through West Point before he +degraded himself into a doctor, and he held the record there for +shot-putting, and was on the foot-ball team, and even now, when he's +very old and of course can't last long, he plays the best tennis in +Eastridge. He went to the Spanish War--quite awhile ago that was, but +yet in modern times--and he was at San Juan. You can see he's a Jim +dandy--and him to be wasting time on Peggy--it's sickening! Even for a +girl she's poor stuff. I don't mean, of course, that she's not all +right in a moral direction, and I wouldn't let anybody else abuse her. +Everybody says she's pretty, and I suppose she is, in a red-headed way, +and she's awfully kind, you know, but athletically--that's what I'm +talking about--she doesn't amount to a row of pins. She can't fish or +play tennis or ride or anything. + +Yet all the same it's true, I distinctly heard him say he loved her +better than anything on earth. I don't think he could have meant better +than Rapscallion; he's awfully fond of that horse. Probably he forgot +Rapscallion for the moment. Anyhow, Peg was sniffling and saying how +she was going back to college--it was the Easter vacation--and how she +was only a stupid girl and he would forget her. And he said he'd never +forget her one minute all his life--which was silly, for I've often +forgotten really important things. Once I forgot to stop at Lorraine's +for a tin of hot gingerbread she'd had Sally make for me to entirely +eat by myself, and Alice got it and devoured it all up, the pig! +Anyway, Dr. Denbigh said that, and then Peggy sniffled some more, and I +heard him ask her: + +"What is it, dear?" + +"Dear," your grandmother. She said, then, why wouldn't he let her be +engaged to him like anybody else, and it was hard on a girl to have to +beg a man to be engaged, and then he laughed a little and they didn't +either of them say anything for a while, but there were soft, rustling +sounds--a trout was after my bait, so I didn't listen carefully. When I +noticed again, Dr. Denbigh was saying how he was years and years older, +and it was his duty to take care of her and not allow her to make a +mistake that might ruin her life, and he wouldn't let her hurry into a +thing she couldn't get out of, and a lot more. Peg said that forty +wasn't old, and he was young enough for her, and she was certain, +CERTAIN--I don't know what she was certain of, but she was horribly +obstinate about it. + +And then Dr. Denbigh said: "If I only dared let you, dear--if I only +dared." + +And something about if she felt the same in two years, or a year, or +something--I can't remember all that truck--and they said the same +thing over a lot. I heard him murmur: + +"Call me Jack, just once." + +And she murmured back, as if it was a stunt, "Jack"--and then +rustlings. I'd call him Jack all the afternoon if he liked. + +Then, after another of those still games, Peggy said, "Ow!" as if +somebody'd pinched her, and that seemed such a queer remark that I +stood up to see what they were up to. Getting to my feet I swung the +line around and the bait flopped up the bank and hit Peg square in the +mouth--I give you my word I didn't mean to, but it was awfully funny! +My! didn't she squeal bloody murder? That's what makes a person despise +Peggy. She's no sort of sport. Another time I remember I had some worms +in an envelope, and I happened to feel them in my pocket, so I pulled +out one and slid it down the back of her neck, and you'd have thought +I'd done something awful. She yelped and wriggled and cried--she +did--she actually cried. And you wouldn't believe what she finished up +by doing--she went and took a bath! A whole bath--when she didn't have +to! She can't see a joke at all. Now Alice is a horrid meddler--she and +Maria. Yet Alice is a sport, and takes her medicine. I've seen that +girl with a beetle in her hair, which I put there, keep her teeth shut +and not make a sound--only a low gurgle--until she'd got him and slung +him out of the window. Then she lammed me, I tell you--I respected her +for it too--but she couldn't now, I'm stronger. + +Oh, golly! Lorraine will cut down the cookies if I don't tell what +happened. I don't exactly know what was next, but Dr. Denbigh somehow +had me by the collar and gave me a yank, like a big dog does a little +one. + +"See here, you young limb," he said, "I'm--I'm going to--" and then he +suddenly stopped and looked at Peggy and began to chuckle, and Peggy +laughed and turned lobster color, and put her face in her hands and +just howled. + +Of course I grinned too, and then I glanced up at him lovingly and +murmured "Jack," just like Peggy did. + +That seemed to sober him, and he considered a minute. "Listen, Billy," +he began, slowly; "we're in your power, but I'm going to trust you." + +I just hooted, because there wasn't much else he could do. But he +didn't smile, only his eyes sort of twinkled. + +"Be calm, my son," he said. "You're a gentleman, I believe, and all I +need do is to point out that what you've seen and heard is not your +secret. I'm sure you realize that it's unnecessary to ask you not to +tell. Of course, you'll never tell one word--NOT ONE WORD--" and he +glared. "That's understood, isn't it?" + +I said, "Yep," sort of scared. He's splendidly big and arrogant, and +has that man-eating look, but he's a peach all the same. + +"Are we friends--and brothers?" he asked, and slid a look at Peg. + +"Yep," I said again, and I meant it. + +"Shake," said Dr. Denbigh, and we shook like two men. + +That was about all that happened that day except about my fishing. +There was a very interesting--but I suppose Lorraine wouldn't care for +that. It was a good deal of a strain on my feelings not to tell Alice, +but of course I didn't. But once in awhile I would glance up at Dr. +Denbigh trustingly and murmur "Jack," and he would be in a fit because +I'd always do it when the family just barely couldn't hear. As soon as +Peg came home from college we skipped to the mountains, and she went +back from there to college again, and I didn't have a fair show to get +rises out of them together, and in the urgency of 'steen things like +pigeons and the new puppy, I pretty nearly forgot their love's young +dream. I didn't have a surmise that I was going to be interwoven among +it like I was. I saw Aunt Elizabeth going out with Dr. Denbigh in his +machine two or three times, but she's a regular fusser with men, and +he's got a kind heart, so I wasn't wise to anything in that. The day +Peg came home for Christmas she was singing like the blue canaries down +in the parlor, and I happened to pass Aunt Elizabeth's door and she was +lacing up her shoes. + +"Oh, Billy, ask Peggy if she doesn't want to go for a walk, will you? +There's a lamb," she called to me. + +So I happened to have intelligence from pristine sources that they went +walking. And after that Peg had a grouch on and was off her feed the +rest of the vacation--nobody knew why--I didn't myself, even, and it +didn't occur to me that Aunt Elizabeth had probably been rubbing it in +how well she knew Dr. Denbigh. The last day Peggy was home, at the +table, they were chaffing Aunt Elizabeth about him, the way grown-ups +do, instead of talking about the facts of life and different kinds of +horse-feed, which is important in the winter. And I heard mother say in +a "sort-of-vochy" tone to Peggy: + +"They really seem to be fond of each other. Perhaps there may be an +engagement to write you about, Peggy." + +I thought to myself that mother didn't know that Dr. Denbigh was +prejudiced to being engaged, but I didn't say anything--it's wise not +to say anything to your family beyond the necessary jargon of living. +Peggy seemed to think the same, for she didn't answer a syllabus, but +after dropping her glass of water into the fried potatoes which Lena +was kindly handing to her, she jumped and scooted. A few minutes later +I wanted her to sew a sail on a boat, so I tried her door and it was +locked, and then I knocked and she took an awfully long time simply to +open that door, and when she did her eyes were red and she was +shivering as if she was cold. + +"Oh, Billy, Billy!" she said, and then, of all things, she grabbed me +and kissed me. + +I wriggled loose, and I said: "Sew up this sail for me, will you? +Hustle!" + +But she didn't pay attention. "Oh, Billy, be a little good to me!" she +said. "I'm so wretched, and nobody knows but you. Oh, Billy--he likes +somebody better than me!" + +"Who does?" I asked. "Father?" + +She half laughed, a sort of sickly laugh. "No, Billy. Not +father--he--Jack--Dr. Denbigh. Oh, you know. Billy! You heard what +mother said." + +"O--o--oh!" I answered her, in a contemplating slowness. "Oh--that's +so! Do you mind if he gets engaged to Aunt Elizabeth?" + +"Do--I--MIND?" said Peggy, as if she was astonished. "Mind? Billy, I'll +love him till I die. It would break my heart." + +"Oh no, it wouldn't," I told her, because I thought I'd sort of comfort +her. "That's truck. You can't break muscles just by loving. But I know +how you feel, because that's the way I felt when father gave that Irish +setter to the Tracys." + +She went on chattering her teeth as if she was cold, so I put the +table-cover around her. "You dear Billy," she said. But that was stuff. + +"I wouldn't bother," I said. "Likely he's forgotten about you. I often +forget things myself." That didn't seem to comfort her, for she began +to sob out loud. "Oh, now. Peg, don't cry," I observed to her. "He +probably likes Aunt Elizabeth better than you, don't you see? I think +she's prettier, myself. And, of course, she's a lot cleverer. She tells +funny stories and makes people laugh; you never do that--You're a good +sort, but quiet and not much fun, don't you see? Maybe he got plain +tired of you." + +But instead of being cheered up by my explaining things, she put her +head on the table and just yowled. Girls are a queer species. + +"You're cruel, cruel!" she sobbed out, and you bet that surprised +me--me that was comforting her for all I was worth! I patted her on the +back of the neck, and thought hard what other soothings I could squeeze +out. Then I had an idea. "Tell you what, Peg," I said, "it's too darned +bad of Dr. Denbigh, if he just did it for meanness, when you haven't +done anything to him. But maybe he got riled because you begged him so +to let you be engaged to him. Of course a man doesn't want to be +bothered--if he wants to get engaged he wants to, and if he doesn't +want to he doesn't, and that's all. I think probably Dr. Denbigh was +afraid you'd be at him again when you came home, so he hurried up and +snatched Aunt Elizabeth." + +Peggy lifted her face and stared at me. She was a sight, with her eyes +all bunged up and her cheeks sloppy. "You think he IS engaged to her, +do you, Billy?" she asked me. + +Her voice sort of shook, and I thought I'd better settle it for her one +way or the other, so I nodded and said, "Wouldn't be surprised," and +then, if you'll believe it, that girl got angry--at ME. "Billy, you're +brutal--you're like any other man-thing--cold-blooded and +faithless--and--" And she began choking--choking again, and I was +disgusted and cleared out. + +I was glad when she went off to college, because, though she's a +kind-hearted girl, she was so peevish and untalkative it made me tired. +I think people ought to be cheerful around their own homes. But the +family didn't seem to see it; there are such a lot of us that you have +to blow a trumpet before you get any special notice--except me, when I +don't wash my hands. Yet, what's the use of washing your hands when +you're certain to get them dirty again in five minutes? + +Well, then, awhile ago Peggy wrote she was engaged to Harry Goward, and +there was great excitement in the happy home. My people are mobile in +their temperatures, anyway--a little thing stirs them up. I thought it +was queerish, but I didn't know but Peggy had changed her mind about +loving Dr. Denbigh till she died. I should think that was too long +myself. I was busy getting my saddle mended and a new bridle, so I +didn't have time for gossip. + +Harry came to visit the family, and the minute I inspected him over I +knew he was a sissy. If you'll believe me, that grown-up man can't chin +himself. He sings and paints apple blossoms, but he fell three-cornered +over a fence that I vaulted. He may be fascinating, as Lorraine says, +but he isn't worth saving, in my judgments. I said so to Dr. Denbigh +one day when he picked me up in his machine and brought me home from +school, and he was sympathetic and asked intelligent questions--at +least, some of them were; some of them were just slow remarks about if +Peggy seemed to be very happy, and that sort of stuff that doesn't have +any foundations. I told him particularly that I like automobiles, and +he thought a minute, and then said: + +"If you were going to be playing near the Whitman station to-morrow I'd +pick you up and take you on a twenty-mile spin. I'm lunching with some +people near Whitman, and going on to Elmville." + +"Oh, pickles!" said I. "Will you, really? Of course, I'll be there. +I'll drive over with the expressman--he's a friend of mine--right after +lunch," I said, "and I'll wait around the station for you." + +So I did that, and while I was waiting I saw Aunt Elizabeth coming--I +saw her first, so I hid--I was afraid if she saw me she'd find out I +was going with Dr. Denbigh and snatch him herself. I heard her sending +a crazy telegram to Harry Goward, and then I forgot all about it until +I wanted to distract Alice's mind off some cookies that I'd accumulated +at Lorraine's house. Alice is a pig. She never lets me stuff in peace. +So I told her about the telegram--I knew Alice would be perturbed with +that. She just loves to tell things, but she made me tell Peggy, and +there was a hullabaloo promptly. Nobody confided a word to me, and I +didn't care much, but I saw them all whispering in low tones and being +very busy about it, and Peg looking madder than a goat, and I guessed +that Alice had made me raise Cain. + +Now, I've got to back up and start over. Golly! it's harder than you'd +think just to write down things the way they happened, like I promised +Lorraine. Let's see--Oh yes, of course--about Dr. Denbigh and the +bubble. I was in a fit for fear dear Aunt Elizabeth would linger around +till the doctor came, and then somehow I'd be minus one drive in a +machine. She didn't; she cleared out with solidity and despatch, and my +Aurora, as the school-teacher would say, came in his whirling car, and +in I popped, and we had a corking time. He let me drive a little. You +see, the machine is a--Oh, well, Lorraine said, specially, I was not to +describe automobiles. That seems such a stupid restrictiveness, but +it's a case of cookies, so I'll cut that out. + +There really wasn't much else to tell, only that Dr. Denbigh started +right in and raked out the inmost linings of my soul about Peggy and +Harry Goward. It wasn't exactly cross-examination, because he wasn't +cross, yet he fired the questions at me like a cannon, and I answered +quick, you bet. Dr. Denbigh knows what he wants, and he means to get +it. Just by accident toward the last I let out about that day in the +winter when they were chaffing Aunt Elizabeth at the table about him, +and how he'd taken her out in the machine, and how mother had said +there might be an engagement to write Peggy about. + +"Oh!" said Dr. Denbigh. "Oh!--oh!" + +Funny, the way he went on saying, "Oh! Oh!" + +I thought if that interested him he might like to hear about Peg +throwing a fit in her room after, so I told him that, and how I tried +to comfort her, and how unreasonable she was. And what do you suppose +he said? He looked at me a minute with his eyebrows away down, and his +mouth jammed together, and then he brought out: + +"You little devil!" + +That's not the worst he said, either. I guess mother wouldn't let me go +out with him if she knew he used profanity--Maria wouldn't, anyway. I +have decided I won't tell them. It's the only time I ever caught him. +The other thing is this. He said to himself--but out loud--I think he +had forgotten me: "So they made her believe I liked her aunt better." +And then, in a minute: "She said it would break her heart--bless her!" +And two or three other interlocutory remarks like that, meaning nothing +in particular. And then all of a sudden he brought his fist down on his +knee with a bang and said, "Damn Aunt Elizabeth!"--not loud, but +compressed and explodingly, you know. I looked at him, and he said: +"Beg pardon. Billy. Your aunt's a very charming woman, but I mean it. I +only asked her to go out with me because she talked more about Peggy +than anybody else would," he went on. + +I thought a minute, and put two and two together pretty quick. "You +mind about Peggy's being engaged to Harry Goward, don't you?" I asked +him; for I saw right through him then. + +He looked queer. "Yes, I mind," he said. + +"But you wouldn't be engaged to her yourself," I propounded to him; and +he grinned, and said something about more things in heaven and earth, +and called me Horatio. I reckon he got struck crazy a minute. And then +he made me tell him further what Peggy said and what I said, and he +laughed that time about my comforting her, though I don't see why. It +doesn't pay to give up important things, to be kind and thoughtful in +this world--nobody appreciates it, and you are sure to be sorry you +took the time. When I got up-stairs, after comforting Peggy, my toad +had jumped in the water-pitcher and got about drowned--he never was the +same toad after--and if I hadn't stopped in Peg's room to do good it +wouldn't have happened. And Dr. Denbigh laughed at me besides. However, +for an old chap of forty, he's a peach. I'm not kicking at Dr. Denbigh. + +Then let's see--(It makes me tired to go on writing this stuff--I wish +I was through. But the cookies! I see a vision of a mountain range of +cookies with currants on them--crumbly cookies. Up and at it again for +me!) + +The next stunt I had a shy at was a letter that Harry Goward asked +Alice to give Peggy, and Alice gave it to me because she was up to +something else just that minute. She didn't look at the address, but +you bet your sweet life I did, when I heard it was from Harry Goward. I +saw it was addressed to Peg. Then I stuffed it in my pocket and plain +forgot, because I was in a hurry to go fishing with Sid Tracy. I put a +chub on top of it that I wanted to keep for bait, and when I pulled it +out--the letter--the chub hadn't helped much. The envelope was a little +slimy. I said: "Gee!" + +Sid said: "What's that?" + +"A letter to my sister from that chump. Harry Goward," said I. "I've +got to take it to her. Looks pretty sad now." + +Sid didn't like Harry Goward any more than I did, because he'd borrowed +Sid's best racket and left it out in the rain, and then just laughed. +So he said: "Not sad enough. Give it to me. I'll fix it." + +He had some molasses candy that he'd bit, and he rubbed that over it a +little, and then suddenly we heard Alice calling, and he crammed the +letter in his pocket, candy and all, and there were some other things +in there that stuck to it. We were so rattled when Alice appeared and +demanded that very letter in her lordly way that I forgot if I had it +or Sid, and I went all through my clothes looking for it, and then Sid +found it in his, and, oh, my! Miss Alice turned up her nose when she +saw it. It did look smudgy. + +Sid hurriedly scrubbed it with his handkerchief, but even that didn't +really make it clean, and by that time you couldn't read the address. +Alice didn't ask me if I'd read it, or I'd have told her. + +There was a fuss afterward in the family, but I kept clear of it. I +wouldn't have time to get through what I have to do if I attended to +their fusses, so all I knew was that it had something to do with that +letter. All the family were taking trains, like a procession, for two +or three days. I don't know why, so Lorraine can't expect me to write +that down. + +There's only one other event of great signification that I know about, +and nobody knows that except me and Dr. Denbigh and Peggy. It was this +way. The doctor saw me on the street one afternoon--I can't remember +what day it was--and stopped his machine and motioned to me to get in. +You bet I got. He shook hands with me just the way he would with +father, and not as if I were a contemptible puppy. + +"Billy, my son, I want you to do something for me," he said. + +"All right," said I. + +"I've got to see Peggy," he went on. "I've got to!" And he looked as +fierce as a circus tiger. "I can't sit still and not lift a finger and +let this wretched business go on. I won't lose her for any silly +scruples." + +I didn't know what he was driving at, but I said, "I wouldn't, either," +in a sympathetic manner. + +"I've got to see her!" he fired at me again. + +"Yep," I said. "She's up at the house now. Come on." But that didn't +suit him. He explained that she wouldn't look at him when the others +were around, and that she slid off and wormed out of his way, so he +couldn't get at her, anyhow. Just like a girl, wasn't it--not to face +the music? Well, anyway, he'd cooked up a plan that he wanted me to do, +and I promised I would. He wanted me to get Peggy to go up the river to +their former spooning-resort (only he put it differently), and he would +be there waiting and make Peggy talk to him, which he seemed to desire +more than honey in the honeycomb. + +Lovers are a strange animal. I may be foolish, but I prefer toads. With +them you can tie a string around the hind leg, and you have got them. +But with lovers it's all this way one day and upside down the next, and +wondering what's hurt the feelings of her, and if he's got tired of +you, and polyandering around to get interviews up rivers when you could +easier sit on the piazza and talk--and all such. It seems to me that +things would go a lot simpler if everybody would cut out most of the +feelings department, and just eat their meals and look after their +animals and play all they get time for, and then go to sleep quietly. +Fussing is such a depravity. But they wouldn't do what I said, not if I +told them, so I lie low and think. + +Next morning I harnessed the pony in the cart and said, "Peg--take a +drive with me--come on," and Peg looked grattyfied, and mother said I +was a dear, thoughtful child, and grandma said it would do the girl +good, and I was a noble lad. So I got encombiums all round for once. +Only Aunt Elizabeth--she looked thoughtful. + +I rattled Hotspur--that's the pony--out to the happy hunting-ground by +the river, till I saw Dr. Denbigh's gray cap behind a bush, and I +rightly argued that his manly form was hitched onto it, for he arose up +in his might as I stopped the cart. Peggy gasped and said, "Oh--oh! We +must go home. Oh, Billy, drive on!" Which Billy didn't do, not so you'd +notice it. Then the doctor said, in his I-am-the-Ten-Commandments +manner, "Get out, Peggy," and held his hand. + +And Peggy said, "I won't--I can't," and immediately did, the goose. + +Then he looked at me in a funny, fierce way he has, with his eyebrows +away down, only you know he's pleasant because his eyes jiggle. + +"Billy, my son," he said, "will you kindly deprive us of the light of +your presence for one hour by the clock? Here's my timepiece--one hour. +Go!" And he gave Hotspur a slap so he leaped. + +Dr. Denbigh is the most different person from Harry Goward I know. + +Well, I drove round by the Red Bridge, and was gone an hour and twelve +minutes, and I thought they'd be missing me and in a fit to get home, +so I just raced Hotspur the last mile. + +"I'm awfully sorry I'm so late," said I. "I got looking at some pigs, +so I forgot. I'm sorry," said I. + +Peg looked up at me as if she couldn't remember who I was, and +inquired, wonderingly: "Is it an hour yet?" + +And Dr. Denbigh said, "Great Scott! boy, you needn't have hurried!" + +That's lovers all over. + +And they hadn't finished yet, if you'll believe me. Dr. Denbigh went on +talking as they stood up, just as if I wasn't living. "You won't +promise me?" he asked her. + +And she said: "Oh, Jack, how can I? I don't know what to do--but I'm +engaged to him--that's a solemn thing." + +"Solemn nonsense," said the doctor. "You don't love him--you never +did--you never could. Be a woman, dearest, and end this wretched mess." + +"I never would have thought I loved him if I hadn't believed I'd lost +you," Peggy ruminated to herself. "But I must think--" As if she hadn't +thunk for an hour! + +"How long must you think?" the doctor fired at her. + +"Don't be cross at me," said she, like a baby, and that big capable man +picked up her hand and kissed it--shame on him! + +"No, no, dear," he said, as meek as pie. "I'll wait--only you MUST +decide the right way, and remember that I'm waiting, and that it's +hard." + +Then he put her into the cart clingingly--I'd have chucked her--and I +leaned over toward him the last thing and threw my head lovingly on one +side and rolled my eyes up and murmured at him, "Good-bye, Jack," and +started Hotspur before he could hit me. + +Now, thank the stars, there's just one or two little items more that +I've got to write. One is what I heard mother tell father when they +were on the front piazza alone, and I was teaching the puppy to beg, +right in sight of them on the grass. They think I'm an earless freak, +maybe. She told him that dear Peggy was growing into such a strong, +splendid woman; that she'd been talking to her, and she thought the +child would be able to give up her weak, vacillating lover with hardly +a pang, because she realized that he was unworthy of her; that Peg had +said she couldn't marry a man she didn't admire--and wasn't that noble +of her? Noble, your grandmother--to give up a perfect lady like Harry +Goward, when she's got a real man up her sleeve! I'd have made them sit +up and take notice if I hadn't promised not to tell. Which reminds me +that I ought to explain how I got Dr. Denbigh to let me write this for +Lorraine. I put it to him strongly, you see, about the cookies, and at +first he said. + +"Not on your life! Not in a thousand years!" And then-- + +But what's the use of writing that? Lorraine is on to all that. But, my +pickles! won't there be a circus when Alice finds out that I've known +things she didn't! Won't Alice be hopping--gee + + + +XI. PEGGY + +by Alice Brown + +"Remember," said Charles Edward--he had run in for a minute on his way +home from the office where he has been clearing out his desk, "for good +and all," he tells us--"remember, next week will see us out of this +land of the free and home of the talkative." He meant our sailing. I +shall be glad to be with him and Lorraine. "And whatever you do. Peg, +don't talk, except to mother. Talk to her all you want to. Mother has +the making of a woman in her. If mother'd been a celibate, she'd have +been, also, a peach." + +"But I don't want to talk," said I. "I don't want to talk to anybody." + +"Good for you," said Charles Edward. "Now I'll run along." + +I sat there on the piazza watching him, thinking he'd been awfully good +to me, and feeling less bruised, somehow, than I do when the rest of +the family advise me--except mother! And I saw him stop, turn round as +if he were coming back, and then settle himself and plant his feet wide +apart, as he does when the family question him about business. Then I +saw somebody in light blue through the trees, and I knew it was Aunt +Elizabeth. Alice was down in the hammock reading and eating cookies, +and she saw her, too. Alice threw the book away and got her long legs +out of the hammock and ran. I thought she was coming into the house to +hide from Aunt Elizabeth. That's what we all do the first minute, and +then we recover ourselves and go down and meet her. But Alice dropped +on her knees by my chair and threw her arms round me. + +"Forgive, Peggy," she moaned. "Oh, forgive!" + +I saw she had on my fraternity pin, and I thought she meant that. So I +said, "You can wear it today"; but she only hugged me the tighter and +ran on in a rigmarole I didn't understand. + +"She's coming, and she'll get it out of Lorraine, and they'll all be +down on us." + +Charles Edward and Aunt Elizabeth stood talking together, and just then +I saw her put her hand on his shoulder. + +"She's trying to come round him," said Alice. + +I began to see she was really in earnest now. "He's squirming. Oh, +Peggy, maybe she's found it out some way, and she's telling him, and +they'll tell you, and you'll think I am false as hell!" + +I knew she didn't mean anything by that word, because whenever she says +such things they're always quotations. She began to cry real tears. + +"It was Billy put it into my head," said she, "and Lorraine put it into +his. Lorraine wanted him to write out exactly what he knew, and he +didn't know anything except about the telegram and how the letter got +wuzzled, and I told him I'd help him write it as it ought to be 'if +life were a banquet and beauty were wine'; but I told him we must make +him say in it how he'd got to conceal it from me, or they'd think we +got it up together. So I wrote it," said Alice, "and Billy copied it." + +Perhaps I wasn't nice to the child, for I couldn't listen to her. I was +watching Charles Edward and Aunt Elizabeth, and saying to myself that +mother'd want me to sit still and meet Aunt Elizabeth when she +came--"like a good girl," as she used to say to me when I was little +and begged to get out of hard things. Alice went on talking and gasping. + +"Peg," she said, "he's perfectly splendid--Dr. Denbigh is." + +"Yes, dear," said I, "he's very nice." + +"I've adored him for years," said Alice. "I could trust him with my +whole future. I could trust him with yours." + +Then I laughed. I couldn't help it. And Alice was hurt, for some +reason, and got up and held her head high and went into the house. And +Aunt Elizabeth came up the drive, and that is how she found me +laughing. She had on a lovely light-blue linen. Nobody wears such +delicate shades as Aunt Elizabeth. I remember, one day, when she came +in an embroidered pongee over Nile-green, father groaned, and +grandmother said: "What is it, Cyrus? Have you got a pain?" "Yes," said +father, "the pain I always have when I see sheep dressed lamb fashion." +Grandmother laughed, but mother said: "Sh!" Mother's dear. + +This time Aunt Elizabeth had on a great picture-hat with light-blue +ostrich plumes; it was almost the shape of her lavender one that +Charles Edward said made her look like a coster's bride. When she bent +over me and put both arms around me the plumes tickled my ear. I think +that was why I was so cross. I wriggled away from her and said: "Don't!" + +Aunt Elizabeth spoke quite solemnly. "Dear child!" she said, "you are +broken, indeed." + +And I began to feel again just as I had been feeling, as if I were in a +show for everybody to look at, and I found I was shaking all over, and +was angry with myself because of it. She had drawn up a chair, and she +held both my hands. + +"Peggy," said she, "haven't you been to the hospital to see that poor +dear boy?" + +I didn't have to answer, for there was a whirl on the gravel, and +Billy, on his bicycle, came riding up with the mail. He threw himself +off his wheel and plunged up the steps as he always does, pretended to +tickle his nose with Aunt Elizabeth's feathers as he passed behind her, +and whispered to me: "Shoot the hat!" But he had heard Aunt Elizabeth +asking if I were not going to see that poor dear boy, and he said, as +if he couldn't help it: + +"Huh! I guess if she did she wouldn't get in. His mother's walking up +and down front of the hospital when she ain't with him, and she's got a +hook nose and white hair done up over a roll and an eye-glass on a +stick, and I guess there won't be no nimps and shepherdesses get by +HER." + +Aunt Elizabeth stood and thought for a minute, and her eyes looked as +they do when she stares through you and doesn't see you at all. Alice +asked Charles Edward once if he thought she was sorrowing o'er the past +when she had that look, and he said: "Bless you, chile, no more than a +gentle industrious spider. She's spinning a web." But in a minute +mother had stepped out on the piazza, and I felt as if she had come to +my rescue. It was the way she used to come when I broke my doll or tore +my skirt. But we didn't look at each other, mother and I. We didn't +mean Aunt Elizabeth should see there was anything to rescue me from. +Aunt Elizabeth turned to mother, and seemed to pounce upon her. + +"Ada," said she, "has my engagement been announced?" + +"Not to my knowledge," said mother. She spoke with a great deal of +dignity. "I understood that the name of the gentleman had been +withheld." + +"Withheld!" repeated Aunt Elizabeth. "What do you mean by 'withheld'? +Billy, whom are those letters for?" + +In spite of ourselves mother and I started. Letters have begun to seem +rather tragic to us. + +"One's the gas-bill," said Billy, "and one's for you." Aunt Elizabeth +took the large, square envelope and tore it open. Then she looked at +mother and smiled a little and tossed her head. + +"This is from Lyman Wilde," said she. + +I thought I had never seen Aunt Elizabeth look so young. It must have +meant something more to mother than it did to me, for she stared at her +a minute very seriously. + +"I am truly glad for you, Elizabeth," she said. Then she turned to me. +"Daughter," said she, "I shall need you about the salad." + +She smiled at me and went in. I knew what that meant. She was giving me +a chance to follow her, if I needed to escape. But there was hardly +time. I was at the door when Aunt Elizabeth rustled after so quickly +that it sounded like a flight. There on the piazza she put her arms +about me. + +"Child!" she whispered. "Child! Verlassen! Verlassen!" + +I drew away a little and looked at her. Then I thought: "Why, she is +old!" But I hadn't understood. I knew the word was German, and I hadn't +taken that in the elective course. + +"What is it. Aunt Elizabeth?" I asked. I had a feeling I mustn't leave +her. She smiled a little--a queer, sad smile. + +"Peggy," said she, "I want you to read this letter." She gave it to me. +It was written on very thick gray paper with rough edges, and there was +a margin of two inches at the left. The handwriting was beautiful, only +not very clear, and when I had puzzled over it for a minute she +snatched it back again. + +"I'll read it to you," said she. + +Well, I thought it was a most beautiful letter. The gentleman said she +had always been the ideal of his life. He owed everything--and by +everything he meant chiefly his worship of beauty--to her. He asked her +to accept his undying devotion, and to believe that, however far +distance and time should part them, he was hers and hers only. He said +he looked back with ineffable contempt upon the days when he had hoped +to build a nest and see her beside him there. Now he had reached the +true empyrean, and he could only ask to know that she, too, was winging +her bright way into regions where he, in another life, might follow and +sing beside her in liquid, throbbing notes to pierce the stars. He +ended by saying that he was not very fit--the opera season had been a +monumental experience this year--and he was taking refuge with an +English brotherhood to lead, for a time, a cloistered life instinct +with beauty and its worship, but that there as everywhere he was hers +eternally. How glad I was of the verbal memory I have been so often +praised for! I knew almost every word of that lovely letter by heart +after the one reading. I shall never forget it. + +"Well?" said Aunt Elizabeth. She was looking at me, and again I saw how +long it must have been since she was young. "Well, what do you think of +it?" + +I told the truth. "Oh," said I, "I think it's a beautiful letter!" + +"You do!" said Aunt Elizabeth. "Does it strike you as being a +love-letter!" + +I couldn't answer fast enough. "Why, Aunt Elizabeth," I said, "he tells +you so. He says he loves you eternally. It's beautiful!" + +"You fool!" said Aunt Elizabeth. "You pink-cheeked little fool! You +haven't opened the door yet--not any door, not one of them--oh, you +happy, happy fool!" She called through the window (mother was arranging +flowers there for tea): "Ada, you must telephone the Banner. My +engagement is not to be announced." Then she turned to me. "Peggy'" +said she, in a low voice, as if mother was not to hear, "to-morrow you +must drive with me to Whitman." + +Something choked me in my throat: either fear of her or dread of what +she meant to make me do. But I looked into her face and answered with +all the strength I had: "Aunt Elizabeth, I sha'n't go near the +hospital." + +"Don't you think it's decent for you to call on Mrs. Goward?" she asked. + +She gave me a little shake. It made me angry. "It may be decent," I +said, "but I sha'n't do it." + +"Very well," said Aunt Elizabeth. Her voice was sweet again. "Then I +must do it for you. Nobody asks you to see Harry himself. I'll run in +and have a word with him--but, Peggy, you simply must pay your respects +to Mrs. Goward." + +"No! no! no!" I heard myself answering, as if I were in some strange +dream. Then I said: "Why, it would be dreadful! Mother wouldn't let me!" + +Aunt Elizabeth came closer and put her hands on my shoulders. She has a +little fragrance about her, not like flowers, but old laces, perhaps, +that have been a long time in a drawer with orris and face-powder and +things. "Peggy," said she, "never tell your mother I asked you." + +I felt myself stiffen. She was whispering, and I saw she meant it. + +"Oh, Peggy! don't tell your mother. She is not--not simpatica. I might +lose my home here, my only home. Peggy, promise me." + +"Daughter!" mother was calling from the dining-room. + +I slipped away from Aunt Elizabeth's hands. "I promise," said I. "You +sha'n't lose your home." + +"Daughter!" mother called again, and I went in. + +That night at supper nobody talked except father and mother, and they +did every minute, as if they wanted to keep the rest of us from +speaking a word. It was all about the Works. Father was describing some +new designs he had accepted, and telling how Charles Edward said they +would do very well for the trimmings of a hearse, and mother coughed +and said Charles Edward's ideas were always good, and father said not +where the market was concerned. Aunt Elizabeth had put on a white +dress, and I thought she looked sweet, because she was sad and had made +her face quite pale; but I was chiefly busy in thinking how to escape +before anybody could talk to me. It doesn't seem safe nowadays to speak +a word, because we don't know where it will lead us. Alice, too, looked +pale, poor child! and kept glancing at me in a way that made me so +sorry. I wanted to tell her I didn't care about her pranks and Billy's, +whatever they were. And whatever she had written, it was sure to be +clever. The teacher says Alice has a positive genius for writing, and +before many years she'll be in all the magazines. When supper was over +I ran up-stairs to my room. I sat down by the window in the dark and +wondered when the moon would rise. I felt excited--as if something were +going to happen. And in spite of all the dreadful things that had +happened to us, and might keep on happening, I felt as if I could die +with joy. There were steps on the porch below my window. I heard +father's voice. + +"That's ridiculous, Elizabeth," he said--"ridiculous! If it's a good +thing for other girls to go to college, it's been a good thing for her." + +"Ah," said Aunt Elizabeth, "but is it a good thing?" + +Then I knew they were talking about me, and I put my fingers in my ears +and said the Latin prepositions. I have been talked about enough. They +may talk, but I won't hear. By-and-by I took my fingers out and +listened. They had gone in, and everything was still. Then I began to +think it over. Was it a bad thing for me to go to college? I'm +different from what I was three years ago, but I should have been +different if I'd stayed at home. For one thing, I'm not so shy. I +remember the first day I came out of a class-room and Stillman Dane +walked up to me and said; "So you're Charlie Ned's sister!" I couldn't +look at him. I stood staring down at my note-book, and now I should +say, quite calmly: "Oh, you must be Mr. Dane? I believe you teach +psychology." But I stood and stared. I believe I looked at my hands for +a while and wished I hadn't got ink on my forefinger--and he had to +say: "I'm the psychology man. Charlie Ned and I were college friends. +He wrote me about you." But though I didn't look at him that first +time, I thought he had the kindest voice that ever was--except +mother's--and perhaps that was why I selected psychology for my +specialty. I was afraid I might be stupid, and I knew he was kind. And +then came that happy time when I was getting acquainted with everybody, +and Mr. Dane was always doing things for me. "I'm awfully fond of +Charlie Ned, you know," he told me. "You must let me take his place." +Then Mr. Goward told me all those things at the dance, how he had found +life a bitter waste, how he had been betrayed over and over by the vain +and worldly, and how his heart was dead and nobody could bring it to +life but me. He said I was his fate and his guiding-star, and since +love was a mutual flame that meant he was my fate, too. But it seemed +as if that were the beginning of all my bad luck, for about that time +Stillman Dane was different, and one day he stopped me in the yard when +I was going to chapel. + +"Miss Peggy," said he, "don't let's quarrel." + +He held out his hand, and I gave him mine quickly. + +"No," said I, "I'm not quarrelling." + +"I want to ask you something," said he. "You must answer, truly. If I +have a friend and she's doing something foolish, should I tell her? +Should I write to her brother and tell him?" + +"Why," said I, "do you mean me?" Then I understood. "You think I'm not +doing very well in my psychology," I said. "You think I've made a wrong +choice." I looked at him then. I never saw him look just so. He had my +hand, and now I took it away. But he wouldn't talk about the psychology. + +"Peggy," said he, "do your people know Goward?" + +"They will in vacation," I said. "He's going home with me. We're +engaged, you know." + +"Oh!" said he. "Oh! Then it is true. Let him meet Charles Edward at +once, will you? Tell Charles Edward I particularly want him to know +Goward." His voice sounded sharp and quick, and he turned away and left +me. But I didn't give his message to Charles Edward, and somehow, I +don't know why, I didn't talk about him after I came home. "Dane never +wrote me whether he looked you up," said Charles Edward one day. "Not +very civil of him." But even then I couldn't tell him. Mr. Dane is one +of the people I never can talk about as if they were like everybody +else. Perhaps that is because he is so kind in a sort of intimate, +beautiful way. And when I went back after vacation he had resigned, and +they said he had inherited some money and gone away, and after he went +I never understood the psychology at all. Mr. Goward used to laugh at +me for taking it, only he said I could get honors in anything, my +verbal memory is so good. But I told him, and it is true, that the last +part of the book is very dull. While I was going over all this, still +with that strange excited feeling of happiness, I heard Aunt +Elizabeth's voice from below. She was calling, softly: "Peggy! Peggy! +Are you up there?" + +I got on my feet just as quietly as I could, and slipped through +mother's room and down the back stairs. Mother was in the vegetable +garden watering the transplanted lettuce. I ran out to her. "Mother," I +said, "may I go over to Lorraine's and spend the night?" + +"Yes, lamb," said mother. That's a good deal for mother to say. + +"I'll run over now," I told her. "I won't stop to take anything. +Lorraine will give me a nightie." + +I went through the vegetable garden to the back gate and out into the +street. There I drew a long breath. I don't know what I thought Aunt +Elizabeth could do to me, but I felt safe. Then--I could laugh at it +all, because it seems as if I must have been sort of crazy that +night--I began to run as if I couldn't get there fast enough. But when +I got to the steps I heard Lorraine laughing, and I stopped to listen +to see whether any one was there. + +"I tell Peter," said she, "that it's his opportunity. Don't you +remember the Great Magician's story of the man who was always afraid he +should miss his opportunity? And the opportunity came, and, sure +enough, the man didn't know it, and it slipped by. Well, that mustn't +be Peter." + +"It musn't be any of us," said a voice. "Things are mighty critical, +though. It's as if everybody, the world and the flesh and the Whole +Family, had been blundering round and setting their feet down as near +as they could to a flower. But the flower isn't trampled yet. We'll +build a fence round it." My heart beat so fast that I had to put my +hand over it. I wondered if I were going to have heart-failure, and I +knew grandmother would say, "Digitalis!" When I thought of that I +laughed, and Lorraine called out, "Who's there?" She came to the long +window. "Why, Peggy, child," said she, "come in." She had me by the +hand and led me forward. They got up as I stepped in, Charles Edward +and Stillman Dane. Then I knew why I was glad. If Stillman Dane had +been here all these dreadful things would not have happened, because he +is a psychologist, and he would have understood everybody at once and +influenced them before they had time to do wrong. + +"Jove!" said Charles Edward. "Don't you look handsome, Peg!" + +"Goose!" said Lorraine, as if she wanted him to be still. "A good neat +girl is always handsome. There's an epigram for you. And Peggy's hair +is loose in three places. Let me fix it for you, child." + +So we all laughed, and Lorraine pinned me up in a queer, tender way, as +if she were mother dress-me for something important, and we sat down, +and began to talk about college. I am afraid Stillman Dane and I did +most of the talking, for Lorraine and Charles Edward looked at each +other and smiled a little, in a fashion they have, as if they +understood each other, and Lorraine got up to show him the bag she had +bought that day for the steamer; and while she was holding it out to +him and asking him if it cost too much, she stopped short and called +out, sharply, "Who's there?" I laughed. "Lorraine has the sharpest +ears," I said. "Ears!" said Lorraine. "It isn't ears. I smell orris. +She's coming. Mr. Dane, will you take Peggy out of that window into the +garden? Don't yip, either of you, while you're within gunshot, and +don't appear till I tell you." + +"Lorraine!" came a voice, softly, from the front walk. It was Aunt +Elizabeth. She has a way of calling to announce herself in a sweet, +cooing tone. I said to Charles Edward once it was like a dove, and he +said: "No, my child, not doves, but woodcock." Alice giggled and called +out, quite loudly, '"Springes to catch woodcock!'" And he shook his +head at her and said, "You all-knowing imp! isn't even Shakespeare +hidden from you?" But now the voice didn't sound sweet to me at all, +because I wanted to get away. We rose at the same minute, Mr. Dane and +I, and Lorraine seemed to waft us from the house on a kind little wind. +At the foot of the steps we stopped for fear the gravel should crunch, +and while we waited for Aunt Elizabeth to go in the other way I looked +at Mr. Dane to see if he wanted to laugh as much as I. He did. His eyes +were full of fun and pleasure, and he gave me a little nod, as if we +were two children going to play a game we knew all about. Then I heard +Aunt Elizabeth's voice inside. It was low and broken--what Charles +Edward called once her "come-and-comfort-me" voice. + +"Dears," said she, "you are going abroad?" + +"Yes," Charles Edward answered. "Yes, it looks that way now." + +"Yes," said Lorraine, rather sharply, I thought, as if she meant to +show him he ought to be more decisive, "we are." + +"Dears," Aunt Elizabeth went on, "will you take me with you?" + +Mr. Dane started as if he meant to go back into the house. I must have +started, too, and my heart beat hard. There was a silence of a minute, +two minutes, three perhaps. Then I heard Charles Edward speak, in a +voice I didn't know he had. + +"No, Aunt Elizabeth, no. Not so you'd notice it." + +Mr. Dane gave a nod as if he were relieved, and we both began tiptoeing +down the path in the dark. But it wasn't dark any more. The moon was +coming through the locust-trees, and I smelled the lindens by the wall. +"Oh," I said, "it's summer, isn't it? I don't believe I've thought of +summer once this year." + +"Yes," said he, "and there never was a summer such as this is going to +be." + +I knew he was very athletic, but I don't believe I'd thought how much +he cared for out-of-doors. "Come down here," I said. "This is +Lorraine's jungle. There's a seat in it, and we can smell the ferns." + +Charles Edward had been watering the garden, and everything was sweet. +Thousands of odors came out such as I never smelled before. And all the +time the moon was rising. After we had sat there awhile, talking a +little about college, about my trip abroad, I suddenly found I could +not go on. There were tears in my eyes. I felt as if so good a friend +ought to know how I had behaved--for I must have been very weak and +silly to make such a mistake. He ought to hear the worst about me. +"Oh," I said, "do you know what happened to me?" + +He made a little movement toward me with both hands. Then he took them +back and sat quite still and said, in that kind voice: "I know you are +going abroad, and when you come back you will laugh at the dolls you +played with when you were a child." But I cried, softly, though, +because it was just as if I were alone, thinking things out and being +sorry, sorry for myself--and ashamed. Until now I'd never known how +ashamed I was. "Don't cry, child," he was saying. "For God's sake, +don't cry!" I think it came over me then, as it hadn't before, that all +that part of my life was spoiled. I'd been engaged and thought I liked +somebody, and now it was all over and done. "I don't know what I'm +crying for," I said, at last, when I could stop. "I suppose it's +because I'm different now, different from the other girls, different +from myself. I can't ever be happy any more." + +He spoke, very quickly. "Is it because you liked Goward so much?" + +"Like him!" I said. "Like Harry Goward? Why, I--" There I stopped, +because I couldn't think of any word small enough, and I think he +understood, for he laughed out quickly. + +"Now," said he, "I'm a psychologist. You remember that, don't you? It +used to impress you a good deal." + +"Oh," said I, "it does impress me. Nobody has ever seemed so wise as +you. Nobody!" + +"Then it's understood that I'm a sage from the Orient. I know the +workings of the human mind. And I tell you a profound truth: that the +only way to stop thinking of a thing is to stop thinking of it. Now, +you're not to think of Goward and all this puppet-show again. Not a +minute. Not an instant. Do you hear?" He sounded quite stern, and I +answered as if I had been in class. + +"Yes, sir." + +"You are to think of Italy, and how blue the sea is--and Germany, and +how good the beer is--and Charlie Ned and Lorraine, and what trumps +they are. Do you hear?" + +"Yes, sir," said I, and because I knew we were going to part and there +would be nobody else to advise me in the same way, I went on in a great +hurry for fear there should not be time. "I can't live at home even +after we come back. I could never be pointed at, like Aunt Elizabeth, +and have people whisper and say I've had a disappointment. I must make +my own life. I must have a profession. Do you think I could teach? Do +you think I could learn to teach--psychology?" + +He didn't answer for a long time, and I didn't dare look at him, though +the moon was so bright now that I could see how white his hand was, +lying on his knee, and the chasing of the ring on his little finger. It +had been his mother's engagement ring, he told me once. But he spoke, +and very gently and seriously. "I am sure you could teach some things. +Whether psychology--but we can talk of that later. There'll be lots of +time. It proves I am going over on the same steamer with Charlie Ned +and Lorraine and you." + +"You are!" I cried. "Why, I never heard of anything so--" I couldn't +find the word for it, but everything stopped being puzzling and unhappy +and looked clear and plain. + +"Yes," said he. "It's very convenient, isn't it? We can talk over your +future, and you could even take a lesson or two in psychology. But I +fancy we shall have a good deal to do looking for porpoises and asking +what the run is. People are terribly busy at sea." + +Then it occurred to me that he had never been here before, and why was +he here now? "How did you happen to come?" I asked. I suppose I really +felt as if God sent him. + +"Why," said he, "why--" Then he laughed. "Well," said he, "to tell the +truth, I was going abroad if--if certain things happened, and I needed +to make sure. I didn't want to write, so I ran down to see Charlie Ned." + +"But could he tell you?" said I. "And had they happened?" + +He laughed, as if at something I needn't share. "No," he said, "the +things weren't going to happen. But I decided to go abroad." + +I was "curiouser and curiouser," as Lorraine says. + +"But," I insisted, "what had Charles Edward to do with it?" + +There were a great many pauses that night as if, I think, he didn't +know what was wise to say. I should imagine it would always be so with +psychologists. They understand so well what effect every word will have. + +"Well, to tell the truth," he answered, at last, in a kind, darling +way, "I wanted to make sure all was well with my favorite pupil before +I left the country. I couldn't quite go without it." + +"Mr. Dane," I said, "you don't mean me?" + +"Yes," he answered, "I mean you." + +I could have danced and sung with happiness. "Oh," said I, "then I must +have been a better scholar than I thought. I feel as if I could teach +psychology--this minute." + +"You could," said he, "this minute." And we both laughed and didn't +know, after all, what we were laughing at--at least I didn't. But +suddenly I was cold with fear. + +"Why," I said, "if you've only really decided to go to-night, how do +you know you can get a passage on our ship?" + +"Because, sweet Lady Reason," said he, "I used Charlie Ned's telephone +and found out." (That was a pretty name--sweet Lady Reason.) + +We didn't talk any more then for a long time, because suddenly the moon +seemed so bright and the garden so sweet. But all at once I heard a +step on the gravel walk, and I knew who it was. "That's Charles +Edward," I said. "He's been home with Aunt Elizabeth. We must go in." + +"No!" said he. "No, Peggy. There won't be such another night." Then he +laughed quickly and got up. "Yes," he said, "there will be such +nights--over and over again. Come, Peggy, little psychologist, we'll go +in." + +We found Lorraine and Charles Edward standing in the middle of the +room, holding hands and looking at each other. "You're a hero," +Lorraine was saying, "and a gentleman and a scholar and my own +particular Peter." + +"Don't admire me," said Charles Edward, "or you'll get me so bellicose +I shall have to challenge Lyman Wilde. Poor old chap! I believe to my +soul he's had the spirit to make off." + +"Speak gently of Lyman Wilde," said Lorraine. "I never forget what we +owe him. Sometimes I burn a candle to his photograph. I've even dropped +a tear before it. Well, children?" She turned her bright eyes on us as +if she liked us very much, and we two stood facing them two, and it all +seemed quite solemn. Suddenly Charles Edward put out his hand and shook +Mr. Dane's, and they both looked very much moved, as grandmother would +say. I hadn't known they liked each other so well. + +"Do you know what time it is?" said Lorraine. "Half-past eleven by +Shrewsbury clock. I'll bake the cakes and draw the ale." + +"Gee whiz!" said Mr. Dane. I'd never heard things like that. It sounded +like Billy, and I liked it. "I've got to catch that midnight train." + +For a minute it seemed as if we all stood shouting at one another, +Lorraine asking him to stay all night, Charles Edward giving him a +cigar to smoke on the way, I explaining to Lorraine that I'd sleep on +the parlor sofa and leave the guest-room free, and Mr. Dane declaring +he'd got a million things to do before sailing. Then he and Charles +Edward dashed out into the night, as Alice would say, and I should have +thought it was a dream that he'd been there at all except that I felt +his touch on my hand. And Lorraine put her arms round me and kissed me +and said, "Now, you sweet child, run up-stairs and look at the +moonlight and dream--and dream--and dream." + +I don't know whether I slept that night; but, if I did, I did not dream. + +The next forenoon I waited until eleven o'clock before I went home. I +wanted to be sure Aunt Elizabeth was safely away at Whitman. Yet, after +all, I did not dread her now. I had been told what to do. Some one was +telling me of a song the other day, "Command me, dear." I had been +commanded to stop thinking of all those things I hated. I had done it. +Mother met me at the steps. She seemed a little anxious, but when she +had put her hand on my shoulder and really looked at me she smiled the +way I love to see her smile. "That's a good girl!" said she. Then she +added, quickly, as if she thought I might not like it and ought to know +at once, "Aunt Elizabeth saw Dr. Denbigh going by to Whitman, and she +asked him to take her over." + +"Did she?" said I. "Oh, mother, the old white rose is out!" + +"There they are, back again," said mother. "He's leaving her at the +gate." + +Well, we both waited for Aunt Elizabeth to come up the path. I picked +the first white rose and made mother smell it, and when I had smelled +it myself I began to sing under my breath, "Come into the garden, +Maud," because I remembered last night. + +"Hush, child," said mother, quickly. "Elizabeth, you are tired. Come +right in." + +Aunt Elizabeth's lip trembled a little. I thought she was going to cry. +I had never known her to cry, though I had seen tears in her eyes, and +I remember once, when she was talking to Dr. Denbigh, Charles Edward +noticed them and laughed. "Those are not idle tears, Peg," he said to +me "They're getting in their work." + +Now I was so sorry for her that I stopped thinking of last night and +put it all away. It seemed cruel to be so happy. Aunt Elizabeth sat +down on the step and mother brought her an eggnog. It had been all +ready for grandmother, and I could see mother thought Aunt Elizabeth +needed it, if she was willing to make grandmother wait. + +"Ada," said Aunt Elizabeth, suddenly, as she sipped it, "what was Dr. +Denbigh's wife like?" + +"Why," said mother, "I'd almost forgotten he had a wife, it was so long +ago. She died in the first year of their marriage." + +Aunt Elizabeth laughed a little, almost as if no one were there. "He +began to talk about her quite suddenly this morning," she said. "It +seems Peg reminds him of her. He is devoted to her memory. That's what +he said--devoted to her memory." + +"That's good," said mother, cheerfully, as if she didn't know quite +what to say. "More letters, Lily? Any for us?" I could see mother was +very tender of her for some reason, or she never would have called her +Lily. + +"For me," said Aunt Elizabeth, as if she were tired. "From Mrs. +Chataway. A package, too. It looks like visiting-cards. That seems to +be from her, too." She broke open the package. "Why!" said she, "of all +things! Why!" + +"That's pretty engraving," said mother, looking over her shoulder. She +must have thought they were Aunt Elizabeth's cards. "Why! of all +things!" + +Aunt Elizabeth began to flush pink and then scarlet. She looked as +pretty as a rose, but a little angry, I thought. She put up her head +rather haughtily. "Mrs. Chataway is very eccentric," she said. "A +genius, quite a genius in her own line. Ada, I won't come down to +luncheon. This has been sufficient. Let me have some tea in my own room +at four, please." She got up, and her letter and one of the cards fell +to the floor. I picked them up for her, and I saw on the card: + + Mrs. Ronald Chataway + Magnetic Healer and Mediumistic Divulger + Lost Articles a Specialty + +I don't know why, but I thought, like mother and Aunt Elizabeth, "Well, +of all things!" + +But the rest of that day mother and I were too busy to exchange a word +about Mrs. Chataway or even Aunt Elizabeth. We plunged into my +preparations to sail, and talked dresses and hats, and ran ribbons in +things, and I burned letters and one photograph (I burned that without +looking at it), and suddenly mother got up quickly and dropped her +lapful of work. "My stars!" said she, "I've forgotten Aunt Elizabeth's +tea." + +"It's of no consequence, dear," said Aunt Elizabeth's voice at the +door. "I asked Katie to bring it up." + +"Why," said mother, "you're not going?" + +I held my breath. Aunt Elizabeth looked so pretty. She was dressed, as +I never saw her before, a close-fitting black gown and a plain white +collar and a little close black hat. She looked almost like some sister +of charity. + +"Ada," said she, "and Peggy, I am going to tell you something, and it +is my particular desire that you keep it from the whole family. They +would not understand. I am going to ally myself with Mrs. Chataway in a +connection which will lead to the widest possible influence for her and +for me. In Mrs. Chataway's letter to-day she urges me to join her. She +says I have enormous magnetism and--and other qualifications." + +"Don't you want me to tell Cyrus?" said mother. She spoke quite faintly. + +"You can simply tell Cyrus that I have gone to Mrs. Chataway's," said +Aunt Elizabeth. "You can also tell him I shall be too occupied to +return. Good-bye, Ada. Good-bye, Peggy. Remember, it is the bruised +herb that gives out the sweetest odor." + +Before I could stop myself I had laughed, out of happiness, I think. +For I remembered how the spearmint had smelled in the garden when +Stillman Dane and I stepped on it in the dark and how bright the moon +was, and I knew nobody could be unhappy very long. + +"I telephoned for a carriage," said Aunt Elizabeth. "There it is." She +and mother were going down the stairs, and suddenly I felt I couldn't +have her go like that. + +"Oh, Aunt--Aunt Lily!" I called. "Stop! I want to speak to you." I ran +after her. "I'm going to have a profession, too," I said. "I'm going to +devote my life to it, and I am just as glad as I can be." I put my arms +round her and kissed her on her soft, pink cheeks, and we both cried a +little. Then she went away. + + + +XII. THE FRIEND OF THE FAMILY + +by Henry Van Dyke + +"Eastridge, June 3, 1907. +"To Gerrit Wendell, The Universe Club, New York: + +"Do you remember promise? Come now, if possible. Much needed. + Cyrus Talbert." + +This was the telegram that Peter handed me as I came out of the +coat-room at the Universe and stood under the lofty gilded ceiling of +the great hall, trying to find myself at home again in the democratic +simplicity of the United States. For two years I had been travelling in +the effete, luxurious Orient as a peace correspondent for a famous +newspaper; sleeping under canvas in Syria, in mud houses in Persia, in +paper cottages in Japan; riding on camel-hump through Arabia, on +horseback through Afghanistan, in palankeen through China, and faring +on such food as it pleased Providence to send. The necessity of putting +my next book through the press (The Setting Splendors of the East) had +recalled me to the land of the free and the home of the brave. Two +hours after I had landed from the steamship, thirty seconds after I had +entered the club, there was Peter, in his green coat and brass buttons, +standing in the vast, cool hall among the immense columns of +verd-antique, with my telegram on a silver tray, which he presented to +me with a discreet expression of welcome in his well-trained face, as +if he hesitated to inquire where I had been, but ventured to hope that +I had enjoyed my holiday and that there was no bad news in my despatch. +The perfection of the whole thing brought me back with a mild surprise +to my inheritance as an American, and made me dimly conscious of the +point to which New York has carried republicanism and the simple life. + +But the telegram--read hastily in the hall, and considered at leisure +while I took a late breakfast at my favorite table in the long, +stately, oak-panelled dining-room, high above the diminished roar of +Fifth Avenue--the telegram carried me out to Eastridge, that +self-complacent overgrown village among the New York hills, where +people still lived in villas with rubber-plants in the front windows, +and had dinner in the middle of the day, and attended church sociables, +and listened to Fourth-of-July orations. It was there that I had gone, +green from college, to take the assistant-editorship of that flapping +sheet The Eastridge Banner; and there I had found Cyrus Talbert +beginning his work in the plated-ware factory--the cleanest, warmest, +biggest heart of a man that I have known yet, with a good-nature that +covered the bed-rock of his conscience like an apple orchard on a +limestone ridge. In the give-and-take of every day he was easy-going, +kindly, a lover of laughter; but when you struck down to a question of +right and wrong, or, rather, when he conceived that he heard the divine +voice of duty, he became absolutely immovable--firm, you would call it +if you agreed with him, obstinate if you differed. + +After all, a conscience like that is a good thing to have at the bottom +of a friendship. I could be friends with a man of almost any religion, +but hardly with a man of none. Certainly the intimacy that sprang up +between Talbert and me was fruitful in all the good things that cheer +life's journey from day to day, and deep enough to stand the strain of +life's earthquakes and tornadoes. There was a love-affair that might +have split us apart; but it only put the rivets into our friendship. +For both of us in that affair--yes, all three of us, thank God--played +a straight game. There was a time of loss and sorrow for me when he +proved himself more true and helpful than any brother that I ever knew. +I was best man at his wedding; and because he married a girl that +understood, his house became more like a home to me than any other +place that my wandering life has found. + +I saw its amazing architectural proportions erupt into the pride of +Eastridge. I saw Cyrus himself, with all his scroll-saw tastes and +mansard-roof opinions, by virtue of sheer honesty and thorough-going +human decency, develop into the unassuming "first citizen" of the town, +trusted even by those who laughed at him, and honored most by his +opponents. I saw his aggravating family of charming children grow +around him--masterful Maria, aesthetic Charles Edward, pretty Peggy, +fairy-tale Alice, and boisterous Billy--each at heart lovable and +fairly good; but, taken in combination, bewildering and perplexing to +the last degree. + +Cyrus had a late-Victorian theory in regard to the education of +children, that individuality should not be crushed--give them what they +want--follow the line of juvenile insistence--all the opportunities and +no fetters. This late-Victorian theory had resulted in the production +of a collection of early-Rooseveltian personalities around him, whose +simultaneous interaction sometimes made his good old head swim. As a +matter of fact, the whole family, including Talbert's preposterous +old-maid sister Elizabeth (the biggest child of the lot), absolutely +depended on the good sense of Cyrus and his wife, and would have been +helpless without them. But, as a matter of education, each child had a +secret illusion of superiority to the parental standard, and not only +made wild dashes at originality and independent action, but at the same +time cherished a perfect mania for regulating and running all the +others. Independence was a sacred tradition in the Talbert family; but +interference was a fixed nervous habit, and complication was a chronic +social state. The blessed mother understood them all, because she loved +them all. Cyrus loved them all, but the only one he thought he +understood was Peggy, and her he usually misunderstood, because she was +so much like him. But he was fair to them all--dangerously fair--except +when his subcutaneous conscience reproached him with not doing his +duty; then he would cut the knot of family interference with some +tremendous stroke of paternal decision unalterable as a law of the +Medes and Persians. + +All this was rolling through my memory as I breakfasted at the Universe +and considered the telegram from Eastridge. + +"Do you remember promise?" Of course I remembered. Was it likely that +either of us would forget a thing like that? We were in the dingy +little room that he called his "den"; it was just after the birth of +his third child. I had told my plan of letting the staff of The Banner +fall into other hands and going out into the world to study the nations +when they were not excited by war, and write about people who were not +disguised in soldier-clothes. "That's a big plan," he said, "and you'll +go far, and be long away at times." I admitted that it was likely. +"Well," he continued, laying down his pipe, "if you ever are in trouble +and can't get back here, send word, and I'll come." I told him that +there was little I could do for him or his (except to give superfluous +advice), but if they ever needed me a word would bring me to them. Then +I laid down my pipe, and we stood up in front of the fire and shook +hands. That was all the promise there was; but it brought him down to +Panama to get me, five years later, when I was knocked out with the +fever; and it would take me back to Eastridge now by the first train. + +But what wasteful brevity in that phrase, "much needed"! What did that +mean? (Why will a man try to put a forty-word meaning into a ten-word +telegram?) Sickness? Business troubles? One of those independent, +interfering children in a scrape? One thing I was blessedly sure of: it +did not mean any difficulty between Cyrus and his wife; they were of +the tribe who marry for love and love for life. But the need must be +something serious and urgent, else he never would have sent for me. +With a family like his almost anything might happen. Perhaps Aunt +Elizabeth--I never could feel any confidence in a red-haired female who +habitually dressed in pink. Or perhaps Charles Edward--if that young +man's artistic ability had been equal to his sense of it there would +have been less danger in taking him into the factory. Or probably +Maria, with her great head for business--oh, Maria, I grant you, is +like what the French critic said of the prophet Habakkuk, "capable de +tout." + +But why puzzle any longer over that preposterous telegram? If my friend +Talbert was in any kind of trouble under the sun, there was just one +thing that I wanted--to get to him as quickly as possible. Find when +the first train started and arrived--send a lucid despatch--no +expensive parsimony in telegraphing: + +'"To Cyrus Talbert, Eastridge, Massachusetts: + +"I arrived this morning on the Dilatoria and found your telegram here. +Expect me on the noon train due at Eastridge five forty-three this +afternoon. I hope all will go well. Count on me always. Gerrit Wendell." + +It was a relief to find him on the railway platform when the train +rolled in, his broad shoulders as square as ever, his big head showing +only a shade more of gray, a shade less of red, in its strawberry roan, +his face shining with the welcome which he expressed, as usual, in +humorous disguise. + +"Here you are," he cried, "browner and thinner than ever! Give me that +bag. How did you leave my friend the Shah of Persia?" + +"Better," I said, stepping into the open carriage, "since he got on the +water-wagon--uses nothing but Eastridge silver-plated ice-pitchers now." + +"And my dear friend the Empress of China?" he asked, as he got in +beside me. + +"She has recovered her digestion," I answered, "due entirely to the +abandonment of chop-sticks and the adoption of Eastridge knives and +forks. But now it's my turn to ask a question. How are YOU?" + +"Well," said he. "And the whole family is well, and we've all grown +tremendously, but we haven't changed a bit, and the best thing that has +happened to us for three years is seeing you again." + +"And the factory?" I asked. "How does the business of metallic humbug +thrive?" + +"All right," he answered. "There's a little slackening in +chafing-dishes just now, but ice-cream knives are going off like hot +cakes. The factory is on a solid basis; hard times won't hurt us." + +"Well, then," said I, a little perplexed, "what in Heaven's name did +you mean by sending that--" + +"Hold on," said Talbert, gripping my knee and looking grave for a +moment, "just you wait. I need you badly enough or else the telegram +never would have gone to you. I'll tell you about it after supper. Till +then, never mind--or, rather, no matter; for it's nothing material, +after all, but there's a lot in it for the mind." + +I knew then that he was in one of his fundamental moods, imperviously +jolly on the surface, inflexibly Puritan underneath, and that the only +thing to do was to let the subject rest until he chose to take it up in +earnest. So we drove along, chaffing and laughing, until we came to the +dear, old, ugly house. The whole family were waiting on the veranda to +bid me welcome home. Mrs. Talbert took my hands with a look that said +it all. Her face had not grown a shade older, to me, since I first knew +her; and her eyes--the moment you look into them you feel that she +understands. Alice seemed to think that she had become too grown-up to +be kissed, even by the friend of the family; and I thought so, too. But +pretty Peggy was of a different mind. There is something about the way +that girl kisses an old gentleman that almost makes him wish himself +young again. + +At supper we had the usual tokens of festivity: broiled chickens and +pop-overs and cool, sliced tomatoes and ice-cream with real +strawberries in it (how good and clean it tasted after Ispahan and +Bagdad!) and the usual family arguing and joking (how natural and +wholesome it sounded after Vienna and Paris!). I thought Maria looked +rather strenuous and severe, as if something important were on her +mind, and Billy and Alice, at moments, had a conscious air. But Charles +Edward and Lorraine were distinctly radiant, and Peggy was demurely +jolly. She sounded like her father played on a mandolin. + +After supper Talbert took me to the summer-house at the foot of the +garden to smoke. Our first cigars were about half burned out when he +began to unbosom himself. + +"I've been a fool," he said, "an idiot, and, what is more, an unnatural +and neglectful father, cruel to my children when I meant to be kind, a +shirker of my duty, and a bringer of trouble on those that I love best." + +"As for example?" I asked. + +"Well, it is Peggy!" he broke out. "You know, I like her best of them +all, next to Ada; can't help it. She is nearer to me, somehow. The +finest, most unselfish little girl! But I've been just selfish enough +to let her get into trouble, and be talked about, and have her heart +broken, and now they've put her into a position where she's absolutely +helpless, a pawn in their fool game, and the Lord only knows what's to +come of it all unless he makes me man enough to do my duty." + +From this, of course, I had to have the whole story, and I must say it +seemed to me most extraordinary--a flagrant case of idiotic +interference. Peggy had been sent away to one of those curious +institutions that they call a "coeducational college," chiefly because +Maria had said that she ought to understand the duties of modern +womanhood; she had gone, without the slightest craving for "the higher +education," but naturally with the idea of having a "good time"; and +apparently she had it, for she came home engaged to a handsome, amatory +boy, one of her fellow "students," named Goward. At this point Aunt +Elizabeth, with her red hair and pink frock, had interfered and lured +off the Goward, who behaved in a manner which appeared to me to reduce +him to a negligible quantity. But the family evidently did not think +so, for they all promptly began to interfere, Maria and Charles Edward +and Alice and even Billy, each one with an independent plan, either to +lure the Goward back or to eliminate him. Alice had the most original +idea, which was to marry Peggy to Dr. Denbigh; but this clashed with +Maria's idea, which was to entangle the doctor with Aunt Elizabeth in +order that the Goward might be recaptured. It was all extremely +complicated and unnecessary (from my point of view), and of course it +transpired and circulated through the gossip of the town, and poor +Peggy was much afflicted and ashamed. Now the engagement was off; Aunt +Elizabeth had gone into business with a clairvoyant woman in New York; +Goward was in the hospital with a broken arm, and Peggy was booked to +go to Europe on Saturday with Charles Edward and Lorraine. + +"Quite right," I exclaimed at this point in the story. "Everything has +turned out just as it should, like a romance in an old-fashioned +ladies' magazine." + +"Not at all," broke out Talbert; "you don't know the whole of it, Maria +has told me" (oh, my prophetic soul, Maria!) "that Charley and his wife +have asked a friend of theirs, a man named Dane, ten years older than +Peggy, a professor in that blank coeducational college, to go with +them, and that she is sure they mean to make her marry him." + +"What Dane is that?" I interrupted. "Is his first name Stillman--nephew +of my old friend Harvey Dane, the publisher? Because, if that's so, I +know him; about twenty-eight years old; good family, good head, good +manners, good principles; just the right age and the right kind for +Peggy--a very fine fellow indeed." + +"That makes no difference," continued Cyrus, fiercely. "I don't care +whose nephew he is, nor how old he is, nor what his manners are. My +point is that Peggy positively shall not be pushed, or inveigled, or +dragooned, or personally conducted into marrying anybody at all! Billy +and Alice were wandering around Charley's garden last Friday night, and +they report that Professor Dane was there with Peggy. Alice says that +she looked pale and drooping, 'like the Bride of Lammermoor.' There has +been enough of this meddling with my little Peggy, I say, and I'm to +blame for it. I don't know whether her heart is broken or not. I don't +know whether she still cares for that fellow Goward or not. I don't +know what she wants to do--but whatever it is she shall do it, I swear. +She sha'n't be cajoled off to Europe with Charles Edward and Lorraine +to be flung at the head of the first professor who turns up. I'll do my +duty by my little girl. She shall stay at home and be free. There has +been too much interference in this family, and I'm damned if I stand +any more; I'll interfere myself now." + +It was not the unusual violence of the language in the last sentence +that convinced me. I had often seen religious men affected in that way +after an over-indulgence in patience and mild behavior. It was that +ominous word, "my duty," which made me sure that Talbert had settled +down on the bed-rock of his conscience and was not to be moved. Why, +then, had he sent for me, I asked, since he had made up his mind? + +"Well," said he, "in the first place, I hadn't quite made it up when I +sent the telegram. And in the second place, now that you have helped me +to see absolutely what is right to do, I want you to speak to my wife +about it. She doesn't agree with me, wants Peggy to go to Europe, +thinks there cannot be any risk in it. You know how she has always +adored Charles Edward. Will you talk to her?" + +"I will," said I, after a moment of reflection, "on one condition. You +may forbid Peggy's journey, to-morrow morning if you like. Break it off +peremptorily, if you think it's your duty. But don't give up her +state-room on the ship. And if you can be convinced between now and +Saturday that the danger of interference with her young affections is +removed, and that she really needs and wants to go, you let her go! +Will you?" + +"I will," said he. And with that we threw away the remainder of our +second cigars, and I went up to the side porch to talk with Mrs. +Talbert. What we said I leave you to imagine. I have always thought her +the truest and tenderest woman in the world, but I never knew till that +night just how clear-headed and brave she was. She agreed with me that +Peggy's affair, up to now more or less foolish, though distressing, had +now reached a dangerous stage, a breaking-point. The child was +overwrought. A wrong touch now might wreck her altogether. But the +right touch? Or, rather, no touch at all, but just an open door before +her? Ah, that was another matter. My plan was a daring one; it made her +tremble a little, but perhaps it was the best one; at all events, she +could see no other. Then she stood up and gave me both hands again. "I +will trust you, my friend," said she. "I know that you love us and our +children. You shall do what you think best and I will be satisfied. +Good-night." + +The difficulty with the situation, as I looked it over carefully while +indulging in a third cigar in my bedroom, was that the time was +desperately short. It was now one o'clock on Tuesday morning. About +nine Cyrus would perform his sacred duty of crushing his darling Peggy +by telling her that she must stay in Eastridge. At ten o'clock on +Saturday the Chromatic would sail with Charles Edward and Lorraine and +Stillman Dane. Yet there were two things that I was sure of: one was +that Peggy ought to go with them, and the other was that it would be +good for her to--but on second thought I prefer to keep the other thing +for the end of my story. My mind was fixed, positively and finally, +that the habit of interference in the Talbert family must be broken up. +I never could understand what it is that makes people so crazy to +interfere, especially in match-making. It is a lunacy. It is presuming, +irreverent, immoral, intolerable. So I worked out my little plan and +went to sleep. + +Peggy took her father's decree (which was administered to her privately +after breakfast on Tuesday) most loyally. Of course, he could not give +her his real reasons, and so she could not answer them. But when she +appeared at dinner it was clear, in spite of a slight rosy hue about +her eyes, that she had decided to accept the sudden change in the +situation like a well-bred angel--which, in fact, she is. + +I had run down to Whitman in the morning train to make a call on young +Goward, and found him rather an amiable boy, under the guard of an +adoring mother, who thought him a genius and was convinced that he had +been entrapped by designing young women. I agreed with her so heartily +that she left me alone with him for a half-hour. His broken arm was +doing well; his amatoriness was evidently much reduced by hospital +diet; he was in a repentant frame of mind and assured me that he knew +he had been an ass as well as a brute (synonymes, dear boy), and that +he was now going West to do some honest work in the world before he +thought any more about girls. I commended his manly decision. He was +rather rueful over the notion that he might have hurt Miss Talbert by +his bad conduct. I begged him not to distress himself, his first duty +now was to get well. I asked him if he would do me the favor, with the +doctor's permission, of taking the fresh air with his mother on the +terrace of the hospital about half-past five that afternoon. He looked +puzzled, but promised that he would do it; and so we parted. + +After dinner I requested Peggy to make me happy by going for a little +drive in the runabout with me. She came down looking as fresh as a wild +rose, in a soft, white dress with some kind of light greenery about it, +and a pale green sash around her waist, and her pretty, sunset hair +uncovered. If there is any pleasanter avocation for an old fellow than +driving in an open buggy with a girl like that, I don't know it. She +talked charmingly: about my travels; about her college friends; about +Eastridge; and at last about her disappointment in not going to Europe. +By this time we were nearing the Whitman hospital. + +"I suppose you have heard," said she, looking down at her bare hands +and blushing; "perhaps they have told you why I wanted especially to go +away." + +"Yes, my dear child," I answered, "they have told me a lot of nonsense, +and I am heartily glad that it is all over. Are you?" + +"More glad than I can tell you," she answered, frankly, looking into my +face. + +"See," said I, "there is the hospital. I believe there is a boy in +there that knows you--name of Goward." + +"Yes," she said, rather faintly, looking down again, but not changing +color. + +"Peggy," I asked, "do you still--think now, and answer truly--do you +still HATE him?" + +She waited a moment, and then lifted her clear blue eyes to mine. "No, +Uncle Gerrit, I don't hate him half as much as I hate myself. Really, I +don't hate him at all. I'm sorry for him." + +"So am I, my dear," said I, stretching my interest in the negligible +youth a little. "But he is getting well, and he is going West as soon +as possible. Look, is that the boy yonder, sitting on the terrace with +a fat lady, probably his mother? Do you feel that you could bow to him, +just to oblige me?" + +She flashed a look at me. "I'll do it for that reason, and for another, +too," she said. And then she nodded her red head, in the prettiest way, +and threw in an honest smile and a wave of her hand for good measure. I +was proud of her. The boy stood up and took off his hat. I could see +him blush a hundred feet away. Then his mother evidently asked him a +question, and he turned to answer her, and so EXIT Mr. Goward. + +The end of our drive was even pleasanter than the beginning. Peggy was +much interested in a casual remark expressing my pleasure in hearing +that she had recently met the nephew of one of my very old friends, +Stillman Dane. + +"Oh," she cried, "do you know HIM? Isn't that lovely?" + +I admitted that he was a very good person to know, though I had only +seen a little of him, about six years ago. But his uncle, the one who +lately died and left a snug fortune to his favorite nephew, was one of +my old bachelor cronies, in fact, a member of the firm that published +my books. If the young man resembled his uncle he was all right. Did +Peggy like him? + +"Why, yes," she answered. "He was a professor at our college, and all +the girls thought him a perfect dandy!" + +"Dandy!" I exclaimed. "There was no sign of an excessive devotion to +dress when I knew him. It's a great pity!" + +"Oh!" she cried, laughing, "I don't mean THAT. It is only a word we +girls use; it means the same as when you say, 'A VERY FINE FELLOW +INDEED."' + +From that point we played the Stillman Dane tune, with variations, +until we reached home, very late indeed for supper. The domestic +convulsion caused by the formal announcement of Talbert's sudden +decision had passed, leaving visible traces. Maria was flushed, but +triumphant; Alice and Billy had an air of conscience-stricken +importance; Charles Edward and Lorraine were sarcastically submissive; +Cyrus was resolutely jovial; the only really tranquil one was Mrs. +Talbert. Everything had been arranged. The whole family were to go down +to New York on Thursday to stop at a hotel, and see the travellers off +on Saturday morning--all except Peggy, who was to remain at home and +keep house. + +"That suits me exactly," said I, "for business calls me to town +to-morrow, but I would like to come back here on Thursday and keep +house with Peggy, if she will let me." + +She thanked me with a little smile, and so it was settled. Cyrus wanted +to know, when we were sitting in the arbor that night, if I did not +think he had done right. "Wonderfully," I said. He also wanted to know +if he might not give up that extra state-room and save a couple of +hundred dollars. I told him that he must stick to his bargain--I was +still in the game--and then I narrated the afternoon incident at the +hospital. "Good little Peggy!" he cried. "That clears up one of my +troubles. But the great objection to this European business still +holds. She shall not be driven." I agreed with him--not a single step! + +The business that called me to New York was Stillman Dane. A most +intelligent and quick-minded young gentleman--not at all a beauty +man--not even noticeably academic. He was about the middle height, but +very well set up, and evidently in good health of body and mind; a +clean-cut and energetic fellow, who had been matured by doing his work +and had himself well in hand. There was a look in his warm, brown eyes +that spoke of a heart unsullied and capable of the strongest and purest +affection; and at the same time certain lines about his chin and his +mouth, mobile but not loose lipped, promised that he would be able to +take care of himself and of the girl that he loved. His appearance and +his manner were all that I had hoped--even more, for they were not only +pleasant but thoroughly satisfactory. + +He was courteous enough to conceal his slight surprise at my visit, but +not skilful enough to disguise his interest in hearing that I had just +come from the Talberts. I told him of the agreement with Cyrus Talbert, +the subsequent conversation with Mrs. Talbert, Peggy's drive with me to +Whitman, and her views upon dandies and other cognate subjects. + +Then I explained to him quite clearly what I should conceive my duty to +be if I were in his place. He assented warmly to my view. I added that +if there were any difficulties in his mind I should advise him to lay +the case before my dear friend the Reverend George Alexanderson, of the +Irving Place Church, who was an extraordinarily sensible and human +clergyman, and to whom I would give him a personal letter stating the +facts. Upon this we shook hands heartily, and I went back to Peggy on +Thursday morning. + +The house was delightfully quiet, and she was perfection as a hostess. +I never passed a pleasanter afternoon. But the evening was interrupted +by the arrival of Stillman Dane, who said that he had run up to say +good-bye. That seemed quite polite and proper, so I begged them to +excuse me, while I went into the den to write some letters. They were +long letters. + +The next morning Peggy was evidently flustered, but divinely radiant. +She said that Mr. Dane had asked her to go driving with him--would that +be all right? I told her that I was sure it was perfectly right, but if +they went far they would find me gone when they returned, for I had +changed my mind and was going down to New York to see the voyagers off. +At this Peggy looked at me with tears sparkling in the edge of her +smile. Then she put her arms around my neck. "Good-bye," she whispered, +"good-bye! YOU'RE A DANDY TOO! Give mother my love--and THAT--and +THAT--and THAT!" + +"Well, my dear," I answered, "I rather prefer to keep THOSE for myself. +But I'll give her your message. And mind this--don't you do anything +unless you really want to do it with all your heart. God bless you! +Promise?" + +"I promise, WITH ALL MY HEART," said she, and then her soft arms were +unloosed from my neck and she ran up-stairs. That was the last word I +heard from Peggy Talbert. + + +On Saturday morning all the rest of us were on the deck of the +Chromatic by half-past nine. The usual farewell performance was in +progress. Charles Edward was expressing some irritation and anxiety +over the lateness of Stillman Dane, when that young man quietly emerged +from the music-room, with Peggy beside him in the demurest little +travelling suit with an immense breast-plate of white violets. Tom +Price was the first to recover his voice. + +"Peggy!" he cried; "Peggy, by all that's holy!" + +"Excuse me," I said, "Mr. and Mrs. Stillman Dane! And I must firmly +request every one except Mr. and Mrs. Talbert, senior, to come with me +at once to see the second steward about the seats in the dining-saloon." + +We got a good place at the end of the pier to watch the big boat swing +out into the river. She went very slowly at first, then with +astonishing quickness. Charles Edward and Lorraine were standing on the +hurricane-deck, Peggy close beside them. Dane had given her his +walking-stick, and she had tied her handkerchief to the handle. She was +standing up on a chair, with one of his hands to steady her. Her hat +had slipped back on her head. The last thing that we could distinguish +on the ship was that brave little girl, her red hair like an aureole, +waving her flag of victory and peace. "And now," said Maria, as we +turned away, "I have a lovely plan. We are all going together to our +hotel to have lunch, and after that to the matinee at--" + +I knew it was rude to interrupt, but I could not help it. + +"Pardon me, dear Maria," I said, "but you have not got it quite right. +You and Tom are going to escort Alice and Billy to Eastridge, with such +diversions by the way as seem to you appropriate. Your father and +mother are going to lunch with me at Delmonico's--but we don't want the +whole family." + + + + + +*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK, THE WHOLE FAMILY *** + +This file should be named whfam10.txt or whfam10.zip +Corrected EDITIONS of our eBooks get a new NUMBER, whfam11.txt +VERSIONS based on separate sources get new LETTER, whfam10a.txt + +Project Gutenberg eBooks are often created from several printed +editions, all of which are confirmed as Public Domain in the US +unless a copyright notice is included. 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