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CHAPTER XIV—Continued
2]
Jane had been afraid that Fred-
erick would say something about an
immediate marriage, and now he
was saying it.
“Oh,” she told him, earnestly,
“you promised I might wait until
Judy could come on. In June.”
“l know. But it will be very
hot, and you'll have a whole life-
time in which to see Judy.”
“But not at my wedding. She's my
“I see,” but his voice showed his
annoyance; “but it seems as if your
of
Can't you think a bit about
She pressed her point. ‘Judy is
like my mother. I can't be mar-
be
last
“If the babies come, you'll
the
“Oh, it won't be.
His quick
I adore babies.”
jealousy flared. “I
he said, with a touch of
“I'm not fond of chil-
dren.”
She ate in silence. And presently
“You must
think me a great boor, Jane, But
you don't know how much I want
you.”
He was like a repentant boy. She
made herself smile at him. “I think
“] am not patient. I am most
And when are you go-
“When I can call you—husband."
“But I don’t want to wait until
“But ‘Frederick’ is so long, and
is so short, and ‘Ricky’
sounds like a highball.” She had
thrown off her depression and was
sparkling.
“Nobody calls me ‘Ricky’ but Ad-
I always hated it.”
“Did you?’ She was demure. *'I
might say ‘my love,’ like the ladies
in the old-fashioned novels.”
He laughed delightedly. ‘‘Say it.”
She acquiesced unexpectedly. “My
love, we are invited to a week-end
with the Delafield Simms, at their
new country place, Grass Hills.”
“Are we?" Then in a sudden ar-
dent rush of words, “Jane, I'd kiss
you if the world wasn't looking on.”
“The reporters would be ecstatic.
Headlines.”
“lI am tired of headlines. And
what do you mean about going to
Delafield Simms?”
“They are asking a lot of his
friends. It is his wife's introduction
to his old crowd. Much will de-
pend on whether you and Edith will
And it was Edith who
He leaned towards her across the
table. “Ask me, prettily, and I'll
do it.”
“Really?’’ She laughed, blushed
“Could I say ‘no’ to that?” He
how charming you are, Jane?”
“Am I? But it is nice of you to go.
“Not if you are there. And now,
“Oh, Mrs. Laramore and Eloise
Lucy
When their ices came and their
coffee, Frederick said, ‘I've got to
“No-—there's nothing interesting,
is there? I'll wait in Statuary Hall.”
Jane loved the marble figures that
Years ago there
had not been so many. They had
been, then, perhaps, more distinc-
tive. As a child, she had chosen as
her favorites the picturesque Colo-
nials, the frontiersmen in leather
tunics and coonskin caps. She had
never liked the statesmen in stiff
shirts and frock coats, although she
had admitted their virtues. Even
the incongruous classic draperies
were more in keeping with the glam-
our which the past flung over the
men who had given their best to
America.
But it was Fulton who had cap-
tured her imagination, with his little
ship, and Pere Marquette with his
cross, the peace-loving Quaker who
had conquered; adventurer, pioneer,
priest and prophet—builders all of
the structure of the new world.
She wondered what future genera-
tions would add to this glorious com-
pany. Would the Anglo-Saxon give
way to the Semite? Would the Hu-
guenot yield to the Slav? And would
these newcomers hold high the ban-
ner of national idealism? What
would they give? And what would
they take away?
There were groups of sightseers
gathered about the great room-a
guide placing them here and there
on the marble blucks. The trick
was to put someone behind a mottled
pillar far away, and let him speak.
ng to some strange acoustical
quality the sound would be ieie-
phoned to the person who stood on
the whispering stone.
Years ago Jane had listened while
a voice had come echoing across
the hollow spaces of the great Hall,
“My country—right or wrong-—my
country—""
Another ghost! The ghost of a boy,
patriotic, passionately devoted to
the great old gods. “Of course they
were only men, Jane. Human.
Faulty. But they blazed a path of
freedom for those fol-
lowed . . .”
When Frederick came, he found
her standing before the prim statue
of Frances Willard.
“Tired, sweetheart?”
“No.”
“1 stayed longer than I expected.”
“It didn’t seem long. I have had
plenty of company.”
He was puzzled.
mean?”
“All these.” Her hand indicated
the marble men and women.
He laughed. ‘Great old freaks,
aren't they?”
Freaks!
Gods!
Well, of course, it all depended
absolutely on the point of view.
“I like them all,’’ she said, sturdi-
ly, “even the ones in the hideous
frock coats.”
“Surely not, my dear.”
“Yes, 1 do. They may be bad
art, but they're good Americans.”
who
“What do you
That was the kind of thing to
live for.
His laugh was indulgent. “After
you've been abroad a few times,
you won't be so provincial.”
my own, I'll stay provincial.”
“Travel broadens the mind,
changes the point of view.”
“But why should I love my coun-
try less? I know her faults. And I
know Baldy’'s. But I love him just
the same."
As they walked on, he fell into
step with her. “We won't argue.
You are probably right, and if not,
you're too pretty for me to contra-
dict.”
His gallantry was faultless, but
she wanted more than gallantry.
There had been the vivid give and
take of her arguments with Evans.
They had had royal battles, youth
had crossed swords with youth. And
from their disagreements had come
convictions.
She had once more the illusion of
Frederick as a feather cushion! He
would perhaps agree with her al-
ways!
And her soul would be-—smoth-
ered!
It was the morning of the day
that she was going to the Delafield
Simms, and Jane was packing her
bag: She felt unaccountably de-
pressed. During this week-end her
engagement would be announced.
And when Judy came they would be
married in the Sherwood church.
And that would be the end of it!
Her lover had planned the honey-
moon with enthusiasm, “Dieppe,
Jane, Avignon—the North Sea. Such
sunsets.”
Jane felt that she didn’t care in
the least for sunsets or trips abroad.
She was almost frightened at her
indifference to the wonders of a
world of which Frederick talked
continually. Oh, what were moun-
tains and sea at a time like this?
Her heart should beat high--the
dawns should be rosy, the nights
full of stars. But they were not.
Her heart was like a stone in her
breast. The mornings broke gray
and blank. The nights were dark.
Her dreams were troubled,
She knew now what had happened
to her. She had let herself be blind-
ed by a light which she had thought
was the sun. And it was not even
the moon! It was a big round arti-
ficial brilliance which warmed no
one!
Life with Frederick Towne would
be just going up and down great
stairs, eating under the eye of a
stately butler, riding on puffy cush-
ions behind a stately chauffeur, sit-
ting beside a man who was ever-
lastingly and punctiliously polite.
Oh, half the fun in the world was
in the tussle with hard things. She
knew that now. Life in the little
house had been at times desperate-
ly difficult. But it had been like
facing a stiff breeze, and coming
out of it thrilled with the battle
against the elements.
Yet how could she tell these things
to Frederick? He was complacent,
comfortable. She was young and
he liked that. He never dreamed
that he might seem to her somewhat
staid and stodgy. For a moment,
in Chicago, he had been lighted by
almost youthful fires. But in these
days of daily meetings, she had be-
come aware of his fixed habits, his
fixed opinions, the fixed programs
which must be carried out at any
cost,
She had found, indeed, that she
had little voice in any plans that
Frederick made for her. When he
consulted her on matters of redec-
orating the big house he brought to
the subject a wealth of technical
knowledge that appalled her. Jane
knew what she liked, but she did
not know why she liked it. But
Frederick knew. He had the lore of
period furniture at his fingers’ ends.
Rugs and tapestries—paintings and
porcelains! He had drawings made
and water-color sketches, and
brought them out to Jane. She had
a feeling that when the house was
finished it would be like some ex-
quisitely ordered mausoleum. There
would be no chintzes, no pussy-cats
purring, no Philomel singing!
As for clothes! Frederick's mind
dwelt much on the subject. Jane
was told that she must have an er-
mine wrap, and one of Persian
lamb. Most of her things would be
made in Paris—there was a man
over there who did things in just
the right style for her—picturesque
but not sophisticated. Frederick was
already ing certain jewels set
had even gone to
oint of getting samples of silk and
hiffon that she might the
moke-gray and jade color-scheme
wad in mind for her.
see
mind sh
He should
things to think of.
There was Evans, for example.
He had described the other night
the boys’ club he was starting in
Sherwood. “In the old pavilion,
Jane. It will do as it is in summer,
and in winter we'll enclose it. And
we are to have a baseball team,
and play against the surrounding
towns. You should see my little
lads.”
She and Baldy had been much in-
terested. The three of them had
put their heads together as they sat
on the porch of the little house,
with the moon whitening the world,
and the whippoorwill mourning far
away in the swamp.
They had planned excitedly, and
every word they had said had been
warm with enthusiasm. They had
been flushed, exultant. It would be
a great thing for Sherwood.
That was the kind of thing to live
for, to live with. Ideas. Effort. She
had always known it. Yet for a
moment, she had forgotten. Had
thought of herself as—Curlylocks.
She flung up her hands in a sort
of despair. There was no way out
of it. She was bound to Frederick
Towne by the favors she had ac-
cepted from him. And that settled
it.
She went on feverishly with the
packing of her shabby suitcase, She
rather glorified in its shabbiness. At
least it is mine own, was her atti-
tude of mind.
As she leaned over it, the great
ring that Frederick had given her
yuldn't be on
have other
swung back and forth on its rib-
bon.
her frock but it would not stay. At
last she took it off and was aware of
a sense of freedom as if she had
shed her shackles. It winked and
blinked at her on the dresser, so
she shut it in a drawer and was still
aware of it shining in the darkness,
balefully!
Briggs was not to come for her
until four in the afternoon. She de-
cided to go over to Castle Manor
and talk to Mrs, Follette. She would
take some strawberries as an ex-
cuse. The strawberries in the Cas-
tle Manor garden were never as
perfect as those which Jane had
planted. Evans said it was because
Jane coaxed things into rosiness
and roundness. But Jane had
worked hard over the beds, and
she had her reward.
Carrying a basket, therefore, of
red and luscious fruit, Jane went
through the pine grove along the
path that led to the Castle Manor.
Under the trees was a green light
which she breasted as one breasts
the cool waters of the sea. Her
breath came quickly. In a few short
weeks she would be far away from
this sweet and silent spot, with its
sacred memories.
Leaving the grove, she passed the
field where the scarecrow reigned.
She leaned on the fence. With
the coming of spring, the scare-
crow had been decked in gay attire.
He wore a pink shirt of Evans’ and
a pair of white trousers. His hat
was of straw, and as he danced in
the warm south breeze he had an
air of care-free jauntiness.
Jane found herself resenting his
jaunty air. She felt that she had
liked him better in his days of ap-
pealing loneliness. She had resent-
ed, in like manner, the change in
Evans. He, too, had an air of mak-
ing a world for himself. She had
no part in it, apparently. She was,
in effect, the Peri at the gate!
And she wanted to be in his world.
world. She didn't want to
out. Yet she had chosen.
had accepted her de-
She had not thought it would
be so hard to have him-—accept.
His interests seemed now to in-
clude everything but Jane. He was
doing many things for the boys of
Sherwood, there was his work in
town, the added responsibility he
had assumed in the affairs of the
farm,
“She's such an old darling, Jane.
Doing it with her duchess air. But
she's not strong. I'm trying to make
her let things go a bit. But she's
so proud of her success. [I wish
you could see her showing Edith
Towne and her fashionable friends
about the dairy. With tea on the
lawn afterward. You must come
over and join in the fun, Jane."
“l am coming,” Jane had told
him, “but my days have been so
filled."
He had known who had filled
them. But he had ignored that, and
had gone on with his subject. “The
idea I have now is to keep bees
and sell honey. The boys and I have
some books on bee culture. They
are quite crazy about it.”
It was always now the boys and
himself. His mcther and himself.
And once it had been himself and
Jane!
Leaning on the fence, Jane spoke
to the scarecrow. “I ought to be
glad but I am not.”
The scarecrow bowed and danced
in the breeze. He had no heart, of
course, He was made of two crossed
sticks . . .
Jane found Mrs. Follette on the
wide porch. She was snowy and
crisp in white linen. She wore a
black enamel brooch,
black hat which was so old-fash-
joned that it took on a mid-Victorian
stateliness.
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