"Well, Aunt Sally is the wisest woman in the world," replied Mrs.
Ba.s.sett, with emphasis. "It would be to your credit if you followed her, my dear."
Marian ignored her mother"s rebuke and addressed herself to the visitor.
"Aunt Sally lives in Indianapolis and I go there to Miss Waring"s School. I"m just home for Sunday."
"Mrs. Owen is my aunt; you may have heard of her, Mr. Harwood; she was my father"s only sister."
"Oh, _the_ Mrs. Owen! Of course every one has heard of her; and I knew that she was Senator Singleton"s sister. I am sorry to say I don"t know her."
Unconsciously the sense of Morton Ba.s.sett"s importance deepened. In marrying Mrs. Jackson Owen"s niece Ba.s.sett had linked himself to the richest woman at the state capital. He had not enc.u.mbered himself with a crude wife from the countryside, but had married a woman with important connections. Blackford Singleton had been one of the leading men of the state, and Mrs. Owen, his sister, was not a negligible figure in the background against which the reporter saw he must sketch the Fraserville senator. Harwood had met the wives of other Hoosier statesmen--uninteresting creatures in the main, and palpably of little a.s.sistance to ambitious husbands.
It appeared that the Ba.s.setts spent their summers at their cottage on Lake Waupegan and that Mrs. Owen had a farm near them. It was clear that Ba.s.sett enjoyed his family. He fell into a chaffing way with his children and laughed heartily at Marian"s forwardness. He met his son on the lad"s own note of self-importance and connived with him to provoke her amusing impertinences.
Ba.s.sett imposed no restrictions upon Harwood"s pencil, and this, too, was a novel experience. His predecessors on the list of leaders in Hoosier politics had not been backward about making suggestions, but Ba.s.sett did not refer to Harwood"s errand at all. When Dan asked for photographs of Mrs. Ba.s.sett and the children with which to embellish his article, Ba.s.sett declined to give them with a firmness that ended the matter; but he promised to provide photographs of the house and grounds and of the Waupegan cottage and send them to Harwood in a day or two.
Harwood gave to his sketch of Morton Ba.s.sett a care which he had not bestowed upon any of his previous contributions to the "Courier"s"
series of Hoosier statesmen. He remained away from the law office two days the better to concentrate himself upon his task, and the result was a careful, straightforward article, into which he threw shadings of a.n.a.lysis and flashes of color that reflected very faithfully the impression made upon his mind by the senator from Fraser. The managing editor complained of its sobriety and lack of anecdote.
"It"s good, Harwood, but it"s too d.a.m.ned solemn. Can"t you shoot a little ginger into it?"
"I"ve tried to paint the real Ba.s.sett. He isn"t one of these raw hayseeds who hands you chestnuts out of patent medicine almanacs. I"ve tried to make a doc.u.ment that would tell the truth and at the same time please him."
"Why?" snapped the editor, pulling the green shade away from his eyes and glaring at the reporter.
"Because he"s the sort of man you feel you"d like to please! He"s the only one of these fellows I"ve tackled who didn"t tell me a lot of highfalutin rot they wanted put into the article. Ba.s.sett didn"t seem to care about it one way or another. I rewrote most of that stuff half a dozen times to be sure to get the punk out of it, because I knew he hated punk."
"You did, did you! Well, McNaughton of Tippecanoe County is the next standard-bearer you"re to tackle, and you needn"t be afraid to pin ribbons on him. You college fellows are all alike. Try to remember, Harwood, that this paper ain"t the "North American Review"; it"s a newspaper for the plain people."
Dan, at some personal risk, saw to it that the ill.u.s.trations were so minimized that it became unnecessary to sacrifice his text to accommodate it to the page set apart for it. He read his screed in type with considerable satisfaction, feeling that it was an honest piece of work and that it limned a portrait of Ba.s.sett that was vivid and truthful. The editor-in-chief inquired who had written it, and took occasion to commend Harwood for his good workmanship. A little later a clerk in the counting-room told him that Ba.s.sett had ordered a hundred copies of the issue containing the sketch, and this was consoling.
Several other subjects had written their thanks, and Dan had rather hoped that Ba.s.sett would send him a line of approval; but on reflection he concluded that it was not like Ba.s.sett to do so, and that this failure to make any sign corroborated all that he knew or imagined of the senator from Fraser.
CHAPTER VII
SYLVIA AT LAKE WAUPEGAN
The snow lay late the next year on the Madison campus. It had been a busy winter for Sylvia, though in all ways a happy one. When it became known that she was preparing for college all the Buckeye Lane folk were anxious to help. Professor Kelton would not trust his own powers too far and he availed himself of the offers of members of the faculty to tutor Sylvia in their several branches. Buckeye Lane was proud of Sylvia and glad that the old professor found college possible for her. Happiness reigned in the cottage, and days were not so cold or snows so deep but that Sylvia and her grandfather went forth for their afternoon tramp.
There was nothing morbid or anaemic about Sylvia. Every morning she pulled weights and swung Indian clubs with her windows open. A mischievous freshman who had thrown a s...o...b..ll at Sylvia"s heels, in the hope of seeing her jump, regretted his bad manners: Sylvia caught him in the ear with an unexpected return shot. A senior who observed the incident dealt in the lordly way of his kind with the offender. They called her "our co-ed" and "the boss girl" after that. The professor of mathematics occasionally left on his blackboard Sylvia"s demonstrations and pointed them out to his cla.s.s as models worthy of their emulation.
Spring stole into the heart of the Wabash country and the sap sang again in maples and elms. Lilacs and s...o...b..a.l.l.s bloomed, and Professor Kelton went serenely about among his roses. Sylvia pa.s.sed her examinations, and was to be admitted to Wellesley without conditions,--all the Lane knew and rejoiced! The good news was communicated to Mrs. Owen, who wrote at once to Professor Kelton from the summer headquarters she had established on her farm in northern Indiana that just then required particular attention. It ran:--
I want you to make me a visit. Sylvia must be pretty tired after her long, busy year and I have been tinkering the house here a little bit so you can both be perfectly comfortable. It"s not so lonely as you might think, as my farm borders Lake Waupegan, and the young people have gay times. My niece, Mrs. Ba.s.sett, has a cottage on the lake only a minute"s walk from me. I should like Marian and Sylvia to get acquainted and this will be easy if only you will come up for a couple of weeks. There are enough old folks around here, Andrew, to keep you and me in countenance. I inclose a timetable with the best trains marked. You leave the train at Waupegan Station, and take the steamer across the lake. I will meet you at any time you say.
So it happened that on a June evening they left the train at Waupegan and crossed the platform to the wheezy little steamer which was waiting just as the timetable had predicted; and soon they were embarked and crossing the lake, which seemed to Sylvia a vast ocean. Twilight was enfolding the world, and all manner of fairy lights began to twinkle at the far edges of the water and on the dark heights above the lake.
Overhead the stars were slipping into their wonted places.
"You can get an idea of how it is at sea," said her grandfather, smiling at her long upward gaze. "Only you can hardly feel the wonder of it all here, or the great loneliness of the ocean at night."
It was, however, wonder enough, for a girl who had previously looked upon no more impressive waters than those of Fall Creek, Sugar Creek, and White River. The steamer, with much sputtering and churning and not without excessive trepidation on the part of the captain and his lone deck hand, stopped at many frail docks below the cottages that hung on the bluff above. Every cottager maintained his own light or combination of lights to facilitate identification by approaching visitors. They pa.s.sed a number of sailboats lazily idling in the light wind, and several small power boats shot past with engines beating furiously upon the still waters.
"The Ba.s.setts" dock is the green light; the red, white, and blue is Mrs.
Owen"s," explained the captain. "We ain"t stoppin" at Ba.s.sett"s to-night."
These lights marked the farthest bounds of Lake Waupegan, and were the last points touched by the boat. Sylvia watched the green light with interest as they pa.s.sed. She had thought of Marian often since their meeting at Mrs. Owen"s. She would doubtless see more of her now: the green light and the red, white and blue were very close together.
Mrs. Owen called to them cheerily from the dock, and waved a lantern in welcome. She began talking to her guests before they disembarked.
"Glad to see you, Andrew. You must be mighty hungry, Sylvia. Don"t smash my dock to pieces, Captain; it"s only wood."
Mrs. Owen complained after a few days that she saw nothing of Sylvia, so numerous were that young person"s engagements. Mrs. Ba.s.sett and Marian called promptly--the former a trifle dazed by Sylvia"s sudden advent, and Marian genuinely cordial. Mrs. Ba.s.sett had heard of the approaching visit with liveliest interest. A year before, when Marian had reported the presence in Mrs. Owen"s house at Indianapolis of a strange girl with Professor Kelton, her curiosity had been piqued, but she soon dismissed the matter. Marian had carried home little information, and while Mrs.
Ba.s.sett saw her aunt often on her frequent excursions to the city, she knew by long experience that Mrs. Owen did not yield gracefully to prodding.
Mrs. Ba.s.sett had heard all her life of Professor Kelton and she had met him now and then in the Delaware Street house, but her knowledge of him and his family was only the most fragmentary. Nothing had occurred during the year to bring the Keltons again to her attention; but now, with a casualness in itself disconcerting, they had arrived at Mrs.
Owen"s farmhouse, where, Mrs. Ba.s.sett was sure, no guests had ever been entertained before. The house had just been remodeled and made altogether habitable, a fact which, Mrs. Ba.s.sett had been flattering herself, argued for Mrs. Owen"s increasing interest in herself and her family. The immediate arrival of the Keltons was disquieting.
Through most of her life Hallie Ba.s.sett had a.s.sumed that she and her children, as Sally Owen"s next of kin, quite filled the heart of that admirable though often inexplicable woman. Mrs. Ba.s.sett had herself inherited a small fortune from her father, Blackford F. Singleton, Mrs.
Owen"s brother, a judge of the Indiana Supreme Court and a senator in Congress, whose merits and services are set forth in a tablet at the portal of the Fraser County Court-House. The Ba.s.setts and the Singletons had been early settlers of that region, and the marriage of Hallie Singleton to Morton Ba.s.sett was a satisfactory incident in the history of both families. Six years of Mrs. Ba.s.sett"s girlhood had been pa.s.sed in Washington; the thought of power and influence was dear to her; and nothing in her life had been more natural than the expectation that her children would enjoy the fortune Mrs. Owen had been acc.u.mulating so long and, from all accounts, by processes hardly less than magical. Mrs.
Ba.s.sett"s humor was not always equal to the strain to which her aunt subjected it. Hallie Ba.s.sett had, in fact, little humor of any sort. She viewed life with a certain austerity, and in literature she had fortified herself against the shocks of time. Conduct, she had read, is three fourths of life; and Wordsworth had convinced her that the world is too much with us. Mrs. Ba.s.sett discussed nothing so ably as a vague something she was fond of characterizing as "the full life," and this she wished to secure for her children. Her boy"s future lay properly with his father; she had no wish to meddle with it; but Marian was the apple of her eye, and she was striving by all the means in her power to direct her daughter into pleasant paths and bright meadows where the "full life" is a.s.sured. Hers were no mean standards. She meant to be a sympathetic and helpful wife, the wisest and most conscientious of mothers.
Mrs. Ba.s.sett was immensely anxious to please her aunt in all ways; but that intrepid woman"s pleasure was not a thing to be counted on with certainty. She not only sought to please her aunt by every means possible, but she wished her children to intrench themselves strongly in their great aunt"s favor. The reports of such of Mrs. Owen"s public benefactions as occasionally reached the newspapers were always alarming. No one ever knew just how much money Sally Owen gave away; but some of her gifts in recent years had been too large to pa.s.s unnoticed by the press. Only a few months before she had established a working-girls" home in memory of a daughter--her only child--who had died in early youth, and this crash from a clear sky had aroused in Mrs.
Ba.s.sett the gravest apprehensions. It was just so much money said to be eighty thousand dollars--out of the pockets of Marian and Blackford; and, besides, Mrs. Ba.s.sett held views on this type of benevolence. Homes for working-girls might be well enough, but the danger of spoiling them by too much indulgence was not inconsiderable; Mrs. Ba.s.sett"s altruism was directed to the moral and intellectual uplift of the ma.s.s (she never said ma.s.ses) and was not concerned with the plain prose of housing, feeding, and clothing young women who earned their own living. Mrs.
Owen, in turning over this home to a board of trustees, had stipulated that music for dancing should be provided every Sat.u.r.day evening; whereupon two trustees, on whom the Christian religion weighed heavily, resigned; but Mrs. Owen did not care particularly. Trustees were only necessary to satisfy the law and to a.s.sure the legal continuity of Elizabeth House, which Mrs. Owen directed very well herself.
Mrs. Ba.s.sett encouraged Marian"s attentions to Mrs. Owen"s young visitor; but it must be said that Marian, on her own account, liked Sylvia and found delight in initiating her into the mysteries of Waupegan life. She taught her to ride, to paddle a canoe, and to swim.
There were dances at the casino, and it was remarkable how easily Sylvia learned to dance. Marian taught her a few steps on the first rainy day at the Ba.s.sett house, and thereafter no one would have doubted that Sylvia had been to dancing-school with the boys and girls she met at the casino parties. Marian was the most popular girl in the summer colony and Sylvia admired her ungrudgingly. In all outdoor sports Marian excelled. She dived from a spring-board like a boy, she paddled a canoe tirelessly and with inimitable grace, and it was a joy to see her at the tennis court, where her nimbleness of foot and the certainty of her stroke made her easily first in all compet.i.tions. At the casino, after a hard round of tennis, and while waiting for cakes and lemonade to be served, she would hammer ragtime on the piano or sing the latest lyrical offerings of Broadway. Quiet, elderly gentlemen from Cincinnati, Louisville, and Indianapolis, who went to the casino to read the newspapers or to play bridge, grinned when Marian turned things upside down. If any one else had improvised a bowling-alley of ginger-ale bottles and croquet-b.a.l.l.s on the veranda, they would have complained of it bitterly. She was impatient of restraint, and it was apparent that few restraints were imposed upon her. Her sophistication in certain directions was to Sylvia well-nigh incomprehensible. In matters of personal adornment, for example, the younger girl"s accomplishments were astonishing. She taught Sylvia how to arrange her hair in the latest fashion promulgated by "Vogue"; she instructed her in the refined art of manicuring according to the method of the best shop in Indianapolis; and it was amazing how wonderfully Marian could improve a hat by the slightest readjustments of ribbon and feather. She tested the world"s resources like a spoiled princess with an indulgent chancellor to pay her bills. She gave a party and ordered the refreshments from Chicago, though her mother protested that the domestic apparatus for making ice-cream was wholly adequate for the occasion. When she wanted new tennis shoes she telegraphed for them; and she kept in her room a small library of mail-order catalogues to facilitate her extravagances.
Marian talked a great deal about boys, and confided to Sylvia her sentimental attachment for one of the lads they saw from day to day, and with whom they played tennis at the casino court. For the first time Sylvia heard a girl talk of men as of romantic beings, and of love as a part of the joy and excitement of life. A young gentleman in a Gibson drawing which she had torn from an old copy of "Life" more nearly approximated Marian"s ideal than even the actors of her remote adoration. She had a great number of gowns and was quite reckless in her use of them. She tried to confer upon Sylvia scarf pins, ties, and like articles, for which she declared she had not the slightest use. In the purchase of soda water and candy at the casino, where she scribbled her father"s initials on the checks, or at the confectioner"s in the village where she enjoyed a flexible credit, her generosity was prodigal. She was constantly picking up other youngsters and piloting them on excursions that her ready fancy devised; and if they returned late for meals or otherwise incurred parental displeasure, to Marian it was only part of the joke. She was always late and ingeniously plausible in excusing herself. "Mother won"t bother; she wants me to have a good time. And when papa is here he just laughs at me. Papa"s just the best ever."
Mrs. Ba.s.sett kept lamenting to Professor Kelton her husband"s protracted delay in Colorado. He was interested in a mining property there and was waiting for the installation of new machinery, but she expected to hear that he had left for Indiana at any time, and he was coming direct to Waupegan for a long stay. Mrs. Owen was busy with the Waupegan farm and with the direction of her farms elsewhere. On the veranda of her house one might frequently hear her voice raised at the telephone as she gave orders to the men in charge of her properties in central and southern Indiana. Her hearing was perfect and she derived the greatest satisfaction from telephoning. She sold stock or produce on these distant estates with the market page of the "Courier" propped on the telephone desk before her, and explained her transactions zestfully to Professor Kelton and Sylvia. She communicated frequently with the superintendent of her horse farm at Lexington about the "string" she expected to send forth to triumph at county and state fairs. The "Annual Stud Register" lay beside the Bible on the living-room table; and the "Western Horseman" mingled amicably with the "Congregationalist" in the newspaper rack.
The presence of the old professor and his granddaughter at Waupegan continued to puzzle Mrs. Ba.s.sett. Mrs. Owen clearly admired Sylvia, and Sylvia was a charming girl--there was no gainsaying that. At the farmhouse a good deal had been said about Sylvia"s plans for going to college. Mrs. Owen had proudly called attention to them, to her niece"s annoyance. If Sylvia"s advent marked the flowering in Mrs. Owen of some new ideals of woman"s development, Mrs. Ba.s.sett felt it to be her duty to discover them and to train Marian along similar lines. She felt that her husband would be displeased if anything occurred to thwart the hand of destiny that had so clearly pointed to Marian and Blackford as the natural beneficiaries of the estate which Mrs. Owen by due process of nature must relinquish. In all her calculations for the future Mrs.
Owen"s fortune was an integer.
Mrs. Ba.s.sett received a letter from her husband on Sat.u.r.day morning in the second week of Sylvia"s stay. Its progress from the mining-camp in the mountains had been slow and the boat that delivered the letter brought also a telegram announcing Ba.s.sett"s arrival in Chicago, so that he was even now on his way to Waupegan. As Mrs. Ba.s.sett pondered this intelligence Sylvia appeared at the veranda steps to inquire for Marian.
"She hasn"t come down yet, Sylvia. You girls had a pretty lively day yesterday and I told Marian she had better sleep a while longer."
"We certainly have the finest times in the world," replied Sylvia. "It doesn"t seem possible that I"ve been here nearly two weeks."
"I"m glad you"re going to stay longer. Aunt Sally told me yesterday it was arranged."
"We really didn"t expect to stay more than our two weeks; but Mrs. Owen made it seem very easy to do so."