CHAPTER x.x.xVI
Audrey had found something to do at last. It was Captain Sloane who had given her the idea.
"You would make a great hit, Audrey," he had said. "It"s your voice, you know. There"s something about it--well, you know the effect it always has on me. No? All right, I"ll be good."
But she had carried the idea home with her, and had proceeded, with her customary decision, to act on it.
Then, one day in May, she was surprised by a visit from Delight Haverford. She had come home, tired and rather depressed, to find the Haverford car at the door, and Delight waiting for her in her sitting-room.
Audrey"s acquaintance with Delight had been rather fragmentary, but it had covered a long stretch of time. So, if she was surprised, it was not greatly when Delight suddenly kissed her. She saw then that the girl had brought her some spring flowers, and the little tribute touched her.
"What a nice child you are!" she said, and standing before the mirror proceeded to take off her hat. Before her she could see the reflection of Delight"s face, and her own tired, slightly haggard eyes.
"And how unutterably old you make me look!" she added, smiling.
"You are too lovely for words, Mrs. Valentine."
Audrey patted her hair into order, and continued her smiling inspection of the girl"s face.
"And now we have exchanged compliments," she said, "we will have some tea, and then you shall tell me what you are so excited about."
"I am excited; I--"
"Let"s have the tea first."
Audrey"s housekeeping was still rather casual. Tidiness of Natalie"s meticulous order would always be beyond her, but after certain frantic searches for what was needed, she made some delicious tea.
"Order was left out of me, somehow," she complained. "Or else things move about when I"m away. I"m sure it is that, because I certainly never put the sugar behind my best hat. Now--let"s have it."
Delight was only playing with her tea. She flushed delicately, and put the cup down.
"I was in the crowd this morning," she said.
"In the crowd? Oh, my crowd!"
"Yes."
"I see," said Audrey, thoughtfully. "I make a dreadful speech, you know."
"I thought you were wonderful. And, when those men promised to enlist, I cried. I was horribly ashamed. But you were splendid."
"I wonder!" said Audrey, growing grave. Delight was astonished to see that there were tears in her eyes. "I do it because it is all I can do, and of course they must go. But some times at night--you see, my dear, some of them are going to be killed. I am urging them to go, but the better the day I have had, the less I sleep at night."
There was a little pause. Delight was thinking desperately of something to say.
"But you didn"t come to talk about me, did you?"
"Partly. And partly about myself. I want to do something, Mrs.
Valentine. I can drive a car, but not very well. I don"t know a thing about the engine. And I can nurse a little. I like nursing."
Audrey studied her face. It seemed to her sad beyond words that this young girl, who should have had only happiness, was facing the horrors of what would probably be a long war. It was the young who paid the price of war, in death, in empty years. Already the careless gayety of their lives was gone. For the dream futures they had planned they had now to subst.i.tute long waiting; for happiness, service.
"The Red Cross is going to send canteen workers to France. You might do that."
"If I only could! But I can"t leave mother. Not entirely. Father is going. He wants to go and fight, but I"m afraid they won"t take him.
He"ll go as a chaplain, anyhow. But he"s perfectly helpless, you know.
Mother says she is going to tie his overshoes around his neck."
"I"ll see if I can think of something for you, Delight. There"s one thing in my mind. There are to be little houses built in all the new training-camps for officers, and they are to be managed by women. They are to serve food--sandwiches and coffee, I think. They may be even more pretentious. I don"t know, but I"ll find out."
"I"ll do anything," said Delight, and got up. It was then that Audrey realized that there was something more to the visit than had appeared, for Delight, ready to go, hesitated.
"There is something else, Mrs. Valentine," she said, rather slowly.
"What would you do if a young man wanted to go into the service, and somebody held him back?"
"His own people?"
"His mother. And--a girl."
"I would think the army is well off without him."
Delight flushed painfully.
"Perhaps," she admitted. "But is it right just to let it go at that?
If you like people, it seems wrong just to stand by and let others ruin their lives for them."
"Only very weak men let women ruin their lives."
But already she began to understand the situation.
"There"s a weakness that is only a sort of habit. It may come from not wanting to hurt somebody." Delight was pulling nervously at her gloves.
"And there is this to be said, too. If there is what you call weakness, wouldn"t the army be good for it? It makes men, some times, doesn"t it?"
For a sickening moment, Audrey thought of Chris. War had made Chris, but it had killed him, too.
"Have you thought of one thing?" she asked. "That in trying to make this young man, whoever it is, he may be hurt, or even worse?"
"He would have to take his chance, like the rest."
She went a little pale, however. Audrey impulsively put an arm around her.
"And this--woman is the little long-legged girl who used to give signals to her father when the sermon was too long! Now--what can I do about this youth who can"t make up his own mind?"
"You can talk to his mother."
"If I know his mother--? and I think I do--it won"t do the slightest good."