"Ah, I lost it to you then, w.i.l.l.y. You were a sweet little fellow when you came into my cla.s.s. Do you remember once when--"
"Miss Harriet, you"ve got to go to Mercer with me to-morrow," William King interrupted, quietly. "I hope there"s nothing much out of the way. I hope not. I--I believe not. But I"m not sure. We"ll go up and see Greylord and find out. He"ll give you some pills, maybe," he ended, and laughed and got up. "Now I"m off to the cat, Miss Harriet."
And Miss Harriet, to her astonishment, found herself dismissed before she had made the boy tell her what he was afraid of. "He _is_ a boy,"
she said to herself. "Of course he wouldn"t be apt to know what was the matter. I ought to have gone to see some Mercer man to begin with.
I remember when w.i.l.l.y was born."
III
When they came out of the Mercer doctor"s door William King"s fresh face had gone white, but Miss Harriet walked smiling. At the foot of the steps the doctor paused and stood an instant leaning on the hand-rail, as though for support and to get his breath. Miss Harriet looked at him with concern. "Why, w.i.l.l.y!" she said.
"Miss Harriet," William said, hoa.r.s.ely, "he may be mistaken. It"s perfectly possible that he is mistaken."
"I guess not, w.i.l.l.y," she said, simply. "Come, now, don"t be such a wet string." She struck him a friendly blow on the shoulder that made the doctor take a quick step forward to keep his balance; but it gave him the grip upon himself that for a single instant he had lost.
"And, anyhow," he said, "even if he is right, it may not develop. I"ve known a case where it was checked for two years; and then the patient died of small-pox."
"Pleasant alternative," said Miss Harriet; she was smiling, her face full of color, her shoulders back, her head up. "Come, w.i.l.l.y, let"s have a spree. Here we are for a day, and Martha"s at home. We"ll have a good dinner, and we"ll do something interesting. _Hurrah!_" said Harriet Hutchinson.
And the doctor could do no less than fall into step at that martial note and march at her side proudly. And by some spiritual contagion his courage met hers like the clash of swords. They went to get their good dinner, and Miss Harriet ate it with appet.i.te. Afterwards she declared they would go to the circus. "It"s in town; I saw the tents.
I haven"t been to a circus for forty years," she said; "but I know just how the pink lemonade tastes. You"ve got to treat, w.i.l.l.y."
"I"ll throw in pea-nuts," said William King; and with that they left the restaurant and went sauntering along the hot, grimy street in the direction of the open lots beyond the blast-furnaces, where, under a deep June sky, dazzling even though it was smudged by coils of smoke, were stretched the circus tents, brave with flags and slapping and billowing in a joyous wind. William King held on to his hat and looked at the great, white clouds, domed and shining, piled all along the west. "We"ll get a shower, I"m afraid, Miss Harriet."
"Well, take a pill, w.i.l.l.y, and then it won"t hurt you," she told him, with a laugh that belonged to the sun and wind, to the flags whipping out on their halyards and the signs of the side-shows bellying from their guy-ropes, to the blare of music and the eager circus crowd--that crowd that never changes with changing generations. Still there is the old man gaping with excited eyes; still the lanky female in spectacles; the cross elder sister afraid of crushing her fresh skirts; the little boy absorbed in thought; the little girl who would like to ride on the Shetland pony when the clown offers any miss in the audience an opportunity. We know them all, and doubtless they know us, the patronizing, amused on-lookers, who suddenly become as eager and absorbed as any graybeard or child in the crowd. We know the red boxes, too, where men with hard faces and wearied eyes shout mechanically the same words of vociferous invitation to the side-shows.
Children, pulled along by their elders, would stop, open-mouthed, before these men; but somehow they never see the wild man or the fat lady. Ah, the regret for the unseen side-shows!--the lady with the snakes; the skeleton man; the duel between the educated hyena and his trainer--that hyena of whom the man in the red box speaks with such convincing enthusiasm. "_I have been_," cries the strident voice--"_I have been connected with circuses all my life--all my life, ladies and gentlemen!--and I give you my sacred word of honor that this is the most magnificent specimen of the terrible grave-robbing hyena that I have ever seen!_" Why did we never see that hyena? Why, why did we always hurry on to the main tent? It is the pang that even paradise must know, of the lost experience of earth--or perhaps of h.e.l.l.
"We ought to see the fat lady," said Dr. King.
"I"m afraid we"ll be late," Miss Harriet objected, eagerly.
So they pushed on with the impatient, good-natured crowd. The smell of tan-bark and matted pelts and stale pea-nut sh.e.l.ls came in a gust as they jostled under the flap of the outer tent and found themselves inside the circle of gilded cages. "Shall we go right in and get our seats?" William said.
"What! and not look at the animals? w.i.l.l.y, you"re crazy. I want to feed the elephants. Why, there are a lot of them, six or seven."
So they trudged around the ring, their feet sinking deep into the loose, trampled earth. Miss Harriet poked the monkeys clinging to the grating of their car, with her big umbrella, and examined the elephant"s hide with professional interest. "Imagine curing that proboscis," she said. And then they stopped in front of a miserable, magnificent lion, turning, turning, turning in a cage hardly more than his own length. Miss Harriet drew in her breath. "It"s being trapped that is so awful, w.i.l.l.y. The consciousness that _you can"t get out_.
It isn"t the--the pain of it; it"s being trapped."
William King, looking at the poor tawny creature of the desert and free winds and life that dealt death with pa.s.sion, blinked suddenly behind his gla.s.ses. "But you trap things yourself," he protested, a moment afterwards.
"Oh, but I don"t keep "em trapped; I kill "em," she defended herself.
"I couldn"t keep things shut up. I"d be as bad as Annie if I saw any living creature that wasn"t free to get out-of-doors." And then she pushed on to the next cage, and the next; then suddenly feared that they would not get good seats if they wasted any more time among the animals. "For we won"t have any reserved doings," she said. "I want to sit on those boards that I sat on forty years ago."
She was as excited as she might have been forty years ago; and pushed ahead into the big tent, dragging William by the hand, and climbing up tier after tier, to get a good view of the ring. When they sat down, she made haste to spread open the flimsy pink sheet of the programme with its pale type, and read to William, in a loud, ecstatic voice, just what was going to happen:
"_Display No. 1. Gigantic Pageantric Prelude--presenting Equitational Exercises, Hippo-dramatical Revivals, Pachydermical Aggregations--the only terpsich.o.r.ean Pachyderms ever taught to tread the mazes of the Quadrille._
"_Display No. 2. Claire St. Jeal and her company--the loveliest daughters of Italy, and world-famous bareback equestriennes--_"
"You are sure you are not getting tired?" William King interrupted.
"Tired?" she repeated, scornfully. "William, as Matty Barkley would say, you are a perfect fool. Why should I be tired? I feel first rate--never better. I wouldn"t thank King George to be my uncle! I"ve wanted to come to the circus for years. w.i.l.l.y, what will your wife say?"
"Nothing," said William, significantly.
At which Miss Harriet laughed until the tears stood in her eyes.
"William, you have more sense than I gave you credit for. But I am not sure that, as your Sunday-school teacher, I ought not to tell you to confess. Hullo! look what"s coming."
Flare of banners! Prancing horses! Roman soldiers in rumbling gold-and-crimson chariots! Elephants bearing, throned upon their backs, G.o.ddesses of liberty and queens of beauty! Miss Harriet was leaning forward, her lips parted with excitement. William King looked at her and drew in his breath.
[Ill.u.s.tration: "MISS HARRIET WAS LEANING FORWARD"]
""Not more than six months;" G.o.d grant not!--I wish it might not be more than two."
"w.i.l.l.y, read what comes next," she said, shoving the programme at him; "I can"t stop looking."
The canvas was darkening a little overhead, so that William had to put on his gla.s.ses and hold the printed sheet at arm"s-length to decipher the blurred, smudged text sufficiently to say that "Mademoiselle Orinda, Queen of the Flying Trapeze, would give her marv--"
"William--what shall I do about Annie?" Miss Harriet said.
"You know we will all take care of Miss Annie," he said, tenderly; "and--"
"Oh, w.i.l.l.y, there"s the red lemonade," she interrupted, standing up and beckoning with her crumpled programme. "Did you ever see so deadly a drink? You forgot the pea-nuts," she reminded him, reproachfully. And when William secured his hot, brown-paper bag, she ate the pea-nuts and watched the changing wonders of the ring with intent eyes. She laughed aloud at the clown"s endeavors to ride a kicking donkey, and when the educated dogs carried one another about in a wheelbarrow she applauded generously. "They are wonderful!" she said.
William King looked at her keenly; it was all real. Miss Harriet was incapable of pretence.
The brilliant day, that had showed between lacings of the tent like strings of sapphires, had dimmed and dimmed; and by-and-by, unnoticed at first, there was the drip of rain. Here and there an umbrella was raised, and once or twice a bedraggled man or woman led out a reluctant child--"For I ain"t a-goin" to have you catch your death of cold for no trained elephants," a mother said, decidedly, pulling a whining boy from beside Miss Harriet.
"Perhaps," ventured the doctor, "we really ought to go. I can"t have you "catch your death of cold," Miss Harriet."
"I won"t die of a cold, William," she said, her eyes narrowing.
And William swore at himself under his breath, but said, with clumsy jocularity: "Well, not if I can help it. But I don"t know why you should be so sure; it might give you bronchitis for a year."
"I won"t have bronchitis for a year," Miss Harriet said, gazing at the clowns.
And William King swore at himself again.
The rain increased to a downpour; little streams at first dripped, then poured, upon the thinning benches. The great centre pole was streaming wet; the clown stood in a puddle, and the red triangle on his chalk-white forehead melted into a pink smear.
"Really, Miss Harriet," William said, anxiously, "I"m afraid--"
"If you"re afraid for yourself, I"ll go," she said; "but we ought to wait for the grand concert. (Ah! there"s the man with the red balloons. If you had a half-dozen children, w.i.l.l.y, as you ought to have, I"d buy him out.) Well, are you sugar or salt, to be so scared of a drop of rain?"
She did not look afraid of rain herself when she got up and pushed past the scattered spectators, her hair glistening with drops, her cheeks red, her eyes clear. "William," she said, when they got outside and were hurrying along to catch the stage for Old Chester--"William, that has done me good. I feel superbly. Do you know, I haven"t had an instant"s pain since I first spoke of the thing to you? That"s three days entirely free. Why, such a thing hasn"t happened in--in three months. Just think of that--entirely free. William, I"ll cheat you doctor-men yet." She looked at him with glowing courage. "I feel so well," she said.