"Fraulein, she ha.s.s gone?" And seeing that the coast was clear, he added, vehemently: "Cultivate the mindt! Cultivate the imatchination! _Ach, lieber Gott! Dornroschen_, cultivate you the _heart_. It iss not what the woman thinks, but what she loves, what she feels, which makes of the world a home-place for men und _kinder_." The good old Jew nodded his head vigorously at the girl, smiled, and went back to his work. And Schmetz came and finished the bulb bed by covering it carefully with two thicknesses of chicken-wire.
That night, just before we went up-stairs, I went into the library after Freeman Hynds"s diary, which we were simply burning to read. I opened the table drawer in which I had placed it. The drawer was quite empty. The little flat book was gone.
CHAPTER VI
GLAMOURY
Alicia insisted that we were living in a fairy-story, and had better enjoy every shining minute while it lasted. But, as I pointed out, the cost of restoring Hynds House was appallingly real, so real that it left a big, big hole in the bank-account. It is true that we who never really had had a home since we were little children, and then the most modest sort, had gotten such a home as comes to but few.
But--one doesn"t get something for nothing!
We had done our part for Hynds House; now Hynds House had to do its part for us. It had to earn its keep, and ours. We had known that from the beginning, and Alicia mapped out the entire plan of how it was to be done; a plan which I at first looked upon as the fairy-storiest part of the whole thing!
To-night we sat facing each other across the library table, with a great pile of receipted bills between us, the total of which made me feel pale. Alicia, however, was cheerfully figuring away on her own hook; and presently she shoved a list of addresses across to me.
The first two were the head of our old firm, and the one celebrity I had ever seen or spoken to, a novelist and lecturer with record-breaking best sellers to his account. He once had some business dealings with our firm, and I attended to the details, thereby winning his cantankerous approval. He had very bad manners, of which he was totally unashamed, and very good morals, of which he was somewhat doubtful, as they didn"t smack of genius; a notion that he was a superior sort of Sherlock Holmes, having the truffle-hound"s flair for discovering and following up clews and unraveling mysteries, most of which didn"t exist outside of his own eager mind; and such a genuine pa.s.sion for old and beautiful things as Balzac had. It was upon this last foundation that Alicia was building.
"He has written that the average wealthy modern home is a combination of Pullman Palace Car and Gehenna. And that the so-called crime wave which sweeps recurrently over American cities, is very likely nothing more than the inevitable reaction of our d.a.m.nable house decorations upon our immature intellects." Alicia repeated it dreamily. "I have chosen for him the upper southwestern room with the sunset effect and the pineapple four-poster. It has a claw-footed desk of block mahogany, three hand-carved walnut chairs, two Rembrandt prints, and a French prie-dieu with a purple velvet cover embroidered with green and gold swastikas. He has a purple soul with gold ta.s.sels on it, himself, Sophy, and he should be willing to pay a thumping price for it. That room is worth at least two lectures and one best seller, not to mention what he"ll get out of the rest of the house."
"First catch your hare," I reminded her skeptically.
"First set your trap, and you can reckon on hare nature to do the rest. A few good photographs of this house, along with the information that it runs back to the beginning of things American and has never been exploited, will fetch him at a hand-gallop. Add a hint that we have our own brand of family spook, and you couldn"t keep him away if you tried. The only trouble is that he may walk off with your bra.s.s tongs up his trouser-leg, or a print or two tucked under his shirt."
We had decided that we would have a series of photographs of the house, with all particularly good points stressed; such as, say, the library fireplace, the fan-light window at the end of the upper hall, the pillared front porch, and a corner of the drawing-room.
Also--and this was the great thing, calling for a heavy outlay--we would advertise in some two or three of the ultra periodicals, the advertis.e.m.e.nt to carry a stunning little cut of our front porch. We decided to run the risk of expending more money than we could really afford, because the people that advertis.e.m.e.nt was meant to attract would in the long run pay for it.
"Our prices will be predacious, piratical, prohibitive, and profitable. We shall stop just this side of highway robbery.
Therefore our demands will be cheerfully, nay, willingly met; and everybody, including you and me, Sophy, will be satisfied and happy!"
"_Boarders!_" said I, limply, "_boarders_--in Hynds House!"
"Perish the thought! We have possibly the most interesting and beautiful old house in America. It"s one of the few really historic houses left in the whole South. It has seen the Indians, it has seen the British, it has seen Sherman"s men, and escaped them all. Well, then, we propose to allow certain of the elect, who can afford it, to come and live in Hynds House for a while. They will be willing to pay a round sum for the privilege. That"s all."
"Oh, is it, indeed! And will they?"
"Won"t they, though!" Alicia spoke confidently. "Now draft me a letter to the Head, setting forth the many reasons why himself, his wife, their car, and her Chow, can"t afford to miss Hynds House on their trip South this season. You might explain that Mary Magdalen is our cook, and the Queen of Sheba our hand-maid. Also, please help me decide in which of these magazines we had better advertise first."
"But the cost!" I wailed. "We have spent so sinfully much already!
And the place is eating its head off, with nothing coming in. Since I took down those bill-boards, actually the price of that Lafayette Street lot has gone down. n.o.body seems anxious to buy it any more."
"Change your mind about selling it; hint that you"re considering an ice-cream parlor and a movie theater," said the girl who"d been the worst file-clerk. "In the meantime, Sophy, you have sense enough to understand that we"ve spent so much money we"ve got to spend more to get some of it back.--I vote we start in this one, Sophy," and she laid her finger upon the most expensive and ultra of all the magazines!
"But that is for _millionaires_!" said I, aghast.
"So is Hynds House," insisted Alicia, coolly. "How much did you say was in the bank?"
I was afraid to hear my own voice mention that insignificant sum; for, when one considered Hynds House, the little we had was beggarly; so I wrote it down, and pushed the paper across to her.
Instead of looking scared, Alicia Gaines looked delighted!
"All that?" And round chin on pink palm, she fell to studying me with as much curiosity as if she had just met me and were puzzled to get at the real Me. Then she nodded, and s.n.a.t.c.hing a sheet of paper, began to figure again, pausing every now and then to regard me with slitted eyes. At the end of ten strenuous minutes she pushed the paper over to me, and watched me grow all but apoplectic as I studied it. It was an entertaining list, beginning with a hat and ending with silk stockings. With all sorts of wonderful things in between--for me, you understand. Things like "One brown frock, with something cloudy-yellow about it." ("Sophy, blondes can stand yellow wonderfully well; I suggest a bronze, instead of a duller brown.")
"Why, I have plenty of clothes!" I protested.
"Business-woman-of-a-certain-age, general-utility, will-stand-wear-and-tear clothes. Not a st.i.tch of Hyndshousey clothes among them. No _happy_, glad-I"m-alive-and-a woman clothes.
Here"s where you cease to look merely useful, respectable, and responsible, and begin to look the Lady of the Castle. There"s quite as much philosophy and good morals in looking like a b.u.t.terfly as there is in resembling a caterpillar."
"_Why_ should I have more clothes?" I demanded.
"Because." And she added, with a fleeting smile, "And then catch your hare."
"Alicia!" said I, scandalized. "Alicia Gaines, do you realize I am thirty-six years old?"
"You wouldn"t be if you just had sense enough to forget to remember it." This resentfully.
"No? Would you mind telling me how I might become such an accomplished forgetter?"
"Why, there"s nothing easier! When you really wish to forget to remember something, Sophy, all you have to do is to remember to forget it!" And then, with real earnestness: "Sophy, it"s the better part of wisdom to look like the job you want to hold down. Your job is holding down Hynds House. And we are up against things, Sophy, you and I. We have got to win out because it means--all this." Her eyes swept over the beautiful old room with an immense pride and affection.
"We have just _got_ to keep Hynds House, if only to teach these Hyndsville women a lesson." She spoke after a pause. "Sophy, they flatten their ears and arch their backs at sight of us; and whenever there"s a good chance for a wipe of a paw, why, we catch it across the nose. Now I," she admitted frankly, "am naturally full of cat feelings myself. I will not do what _you_ want to do--walk off looking aggrieved, after the fashion of Old Dog Tray. I will repay in kind, retaliate in true lady-cat manner. And these,"--she began to smile--"these shall be our weapons of offense and defense. It will be a gorgeous struggle; however, my forebears came from Kilkenny!"
I laughed, but indeed I did not feel any too optimistic. Holding down Hynds House was no easy task, and the town was not disposed to make it easier for us. While we had been busy renovating, while our hands were so full of work that every minute was occupied, we hadn"t felt our isolation. It was only when we had time to pause and look around us, that the stubborn, quiet hostility of the town"s att.i.tude to the new owner of Hynds House was borne in upon us.
Not that anything overt was done by any one. Nor was there the slightest breach of politeness: they were as punctiliously polite when chance brought us into contact with them, as well-bred folk are to strangers whose further acquaintance they have no desire to cultivate. The vestrymen of St. Polycarp"s had expressed their appreciation of Miss Smith"s action in promptly dropping the suit against them; she was welcome to come and worship G.o.d in their church, and to do her duty by the heathen. Such ladies as happened to belong to the missionary society spoke to us pleasantly in the church vestibule. The minister and his wife were as sincerely, duteously courteous. But that was all. Not a house in Hyndsville opened its doors to us. They simply would not accept the interloper that the malignity of the Scarlett Witch had put in possession of that which should have gone back to Richard"s last heir, or failing him, to Richard Geddes.
The fact that these two descendants of the Hyndses did not seem to see and do their duty as members of that ill.u.s.trious family, but shamelessly made friends with the aliens, did not raise us in the town"s estimation. Quite the contrary. Nor were they even faintly angry with Mr. Jelnik and Doctor Geddes, who were, so to say, unsuspicious Israelites coaxed into the Canaanitish camp.
I admit that I considered Doctor Richard Geddes undiplomatic in his behavior. It never once occurred to that lordly gentleman, who had had his own way ever since he was born, that he should stop now to consider the feelings or the prejudices of Hyndsville. It wasn"t that he meant to champion _us_. It never occurred to him that we needed championing. He simply liked us because he liked us. We pleased him. That sufficed, so far as he was concerned.
I had begun really to like the doctor, myself. But I wished to heaven he weren"t, at that critical time, so tactless. For instance, I have been peremptorily taken by an elbow and led w.i.l.l.y-nilly to his waiting car, on Lafayette Street, which is our princ.i.p.al thoroughfare, under the calm, appraising, watching eyes of all feminine Hyndsville. Not one of whom would fail to remark, casually:
"Oh, _did_ you see that Miss Smith with Doctor Geddes this morning?
Men are so unsuspicious, aren"t they!"
I couldn"t explain the situation to him, of course, any more than I could explain to Mr. Nicholas Jelnik that _his_ presence in Hynds House, while pleasing to us, was disquieting and displeasing to others.
It was to be expected that this handsome young man, who kept his affairs so strictly to himself that n.o.body knew anything about them, should arouse the avid curiosity and hold the breathless interest of a little town where everybody had always known everybody else"s business.
Why had he come to Hyndsville? To find the Hynds jewels, after a century? Didn"t he know that the Scarlett Witch had the eye of an eagle for the glitter of gold and would long since have discovered whatever of value had been in Hynds House? Why didn"t he consult older members of the community, who could furnish him with immensely interesting side-lights on the Hyndses?
Mr. Jelnik never explained. He didn"t ask anybody anything. He didn"t even employ Hyndsville negroes, who could be expected to gossip: his household consisted of a stately bronze-colored man-servant who was reputed to be a pagan, and the huge wolf-hound, Boris, his constant companion.
When Doctor Geddes was delicately sounded, the big man explained that he himself had but recently made the acquaintance of his young kinsman; Jelnik was a first-rate chap, declared the doctor; immensely clever, as befitted his father"s son; altogether likeable, but a bit of a lunatic, like all the Hyndses.
It was natural, too, that the young ladies in a small town where young men are at a premium should have noticed this one particularly and expected a like interest on his part. The inexplicable Jelnik failed to exhibit it. There was but one house that he visited, and that was Hynds House.