But a village in a country which is taking pains to become altogether standardized and pure, which aspires to succeed Victorian England as the chief mediocrity of the world, is no longer merely provincial, no longer downy and restful in its leaf-shadowed ignorance. It is a force seeking to dominate the earth, to drain the hills and sea of color, to set Dante at boosting Gopher Prairie, and to dress the high G.o.ds in Kla.s.sy Kollege Klothes. Sure of itself, it bullies other civilizations, as a traveling salesman in a brown derby conquers the wisdom of China and tacks advertis.e.m.e.nts of cigarettes over arches for centuries dedicate to the sayings of Confucius.
Such a society functions admirably in the large production of cheap automobiles, dollar watches, and safety razors. But it is not satisfied until the entire world also admits that the end and joyous purpose of living is to ride in flivvers, to make advertising-pictures of dollar watches, and in the twilight to sit talking not of love and courage but of the convenience of safety razors.
And such a society, such a nation, is determined by the Gopher Prairies.
The greatest manufacturer is but a busier Sam Clark, and all the rotund senators and presidents are village lawyers and bankers grown nine feet tall.
Though a Gopher Prairie regards itself as a part of the Great World, compares itself to Rome and Vienna, it will not acquire the scientific spirit, the international mind, which would make it great. It picks at information which will visibly procure money or social distinction.
Its conception of a community ideal is not the grand manner, the n.o.ble aspiration, the fine aristocratic pride, but cheap labor for the kitchen and rapid increase in the price of land. It plays at cards on greasy oil-cloth in a shanty, and does not know that prophets are walking and talking on the terrace.
If all the provincials were as kindly as Champ Perry and Sam Clark there would be no reason for desiring the town to seek great traditions. It is the Harry Haydocks, the Dave Dyers, the Jackson Elders, small busy men crushingly powerful in their common purpose, viewing themselves as men of the world but keeping themselves men of the cash-register and the comic film, who make the town a sterile oligarchy.
VII
She had sought to be definite in a.n.a.lyzing the surface ugliness of the Gopher Prairies. She a.s.serted that it is a matter of universal similarity; of flimsiness of construction, so that the towns resemble frontier camps; of neglect of natural advantages, so that the hills are covered with brush, the lakes shut off by railroads, and the creeks lined with dumping-grounds; of depressing sobriety of color; rectangularity of buildings; and excessive breadth and straightness of the gashed streets, so that there is no escape from gales and from sight of the grim sweep of land, nor any windings to coax the loiterer along, while the breadth which would be majestic in an avenue of palaces makes the low shabby shops creeping down the typical Main Street the more mean by comparison.
The universal similarity--that is the physical expression of the philosophy of dull safety. Nine-tenths of the American towns are so alike that it is the completest boredom to wander from one to another.
Always, west of Pittsburg, and often, east of it, there is the same lumber yard, the same railroad station, the same Ford garage, the same creamery, the same box-like houses and two-story shops. The new, more conscious houses are alike in their very attempts at diversity: the same bungalows, the same square houses of stucco or tapestry brick. The shops show the same standardized, nationally advertised wares; the newspapers of sections three thousand miles apart have the same "syndicated features"; the boy in Arkansas displays just such a flamboyant ready-made suit as is found on just such a boy in Delaware, both of them iterate the same slang phrases from the same sporting-pages, and if one of them is in college and the other is a barber, no one may surmise which is which.
If Kennicott were s.n.a.t.c.hed from Gopher Prairie and instantly conveyed to a town leagues away, he would not realize it. He would go down apparently the same Main Street (almost certainly it would be called Main Street); in the same drug store he would see the same young man serving the same ice-cream soda to the same young woman with the same magazines and phonograph records under her arm. Not till he had climbed to his office and found another sign on the door, another Dr. Kennicott inside, would he understand that something curious had presumably happened.
Finally, behind all her comments, Carol saw the fact that the prairie towns no more exist to serve the farmers who are their reason of existence than do the great capitals; they exist to fatten on the farmers, to provide for the townsmen large motors and social preferment; and, unlike the capitals, they do not give to the district in return for usury a stately and permanent center, but only this ragged camp. It is a "parasitic Greek civilization"--minus the civilization.
"There we are then," said Carol. "The remedy? Is there any? Criticism, perhaps, for the beginning of the beginning. Oh, there"s nothing that attacks the Tribal G.o.d Mediocrity that doesn"t help a little ... and probably there"s nothing that helps very much. Perhaps some day the farmers will build and own their market-towns. (Think of the club they could have!) But I"m afraid I haven"t any "reform program." Not any more! The trouble is spiritual, and no League or Party can enact a preference for gardens rather than dumping-grounds... . There"s my confession. WELL?"
"In other words, all you want is perfection?"
"Yes! Why not?"
"How you hate this place! How can you expect to do anything with it if you haven"t any sympathy?"
"But I have! And affection. Or else I wouldn"t fume so. I"ve learned that Gopher Prairie isn"t just an eruption on the prairie, as I thought first, but as large as New York. In New York I wouldn"t know more than forty or fifty people, and I know that many here. Go on! Say what you"re thinking."
"Well, my dear, if I DID take all your notions seriously, it would be pretty discouraging. Imagine how a person would feel, after working hard for years and helping to build up a nice town, to have you airily flit in and simply say "Rotten!" Think that"s fair?"
"Why not? It must be just as discouraging for the Gopher Prairieite to see Venice and make comparisons."
"It would not! I imagine gondolas are kind of nice to ride in, but we"ve got better bath-rooms! But----My dear, you"re not the only person in this town who has done some thinking for herself, although (pardon my rudeness) I"m afraid you think so. I"ll admit we lack some things. Maybe our theater isn"t as good as shows in Paris. All right! I don"t want to see any foreign culture suddenly forced on us--whether it"s street-planning or table-manners or crazy communistic ideas."
Vida sketched what she termed "practical things that will make a happier and prettier town, but that do belong to our life, that actually are being done." Of the Thanatopsis Club she spoke; of the rest-room, the fight against mosquitos, the campaign for more gardens and shade-trees and sewers--matters not fantastic and nebulous and distant, but immediate and sure.
Carol"s answer was fantastic and nebulous enough:
"Yes... . Yes... . I know. They"re good. But if I could put through all those reforms at once, I"d still want startling, exotic things. Life is comfortable and clean enough here already. And so secure. What it needs is to be less secure, more eager. The civic improvements which I"d like the Thanatopsis to advocate are Strindberg plays, and cla.s.sic dancers--exquisite legs beneath tulle--and (I can see him so clearly!) a thick, black-bearded, cynical Frenchman who would sit about and drink and sing opera and tell bawdy stories and laugh at our proprieties and quote Rabelais and not be ashamed to kiss my hand!"
"Huh! Not sure about the rest of it but I guess that"s what you and all the other discontented young women really want: some stranger kissing your hand!" At Carol"s gasp, the old squirrel-like Vida darted out and cried, "Oh, my dear, don"t take that too seriously. I just meant----"
"I know. You just meant it. Go on. Be good for my soul. Isn"t it funny: here we all are--me trying to be good for Gopher Prairie"s soul, and Gopher Prairie trying to be good for my soul. What are my other sins?"
"Oh, there"s plenty of them. Possibly some day we shall have your fat cynical Frenchman (horrible, sneering, tobacco-stained object, ruining his brains and his digestion with vile liquor!) but, thank heaven, for a while we"ll manage to keep busy with our lawns and pavements! You see, these things really are coming! The Thanatopsis is getting somewhere.
And you----" Her tone italicized the words--"to my great disappointment, are doing less, not more, than the people you laugh at! Sam Clark, on the school-board, is working for better school ventilation. Ella s...o...b..dy (whose elocuting you always think is so absurd) has persuaded the railroad to share the expense of a parked s.p.a.ce at the station, to do away with that vacant lot.
"You sneer so easily. I"m sorry, but I do think there"s something essentially cheap in your att.i.tude. Especially about religion.
"If you must know, you"re not a sound reformer at all. You"re an impossibilist. And you give up too easily. You gave up on the new city hall, the anti-fly campaign, club papers, the library-board, the dramatic a.s.sociation--just because we didn"t graduate into Ibsen the very first thing. You want perfection all at once. Do you know what the finest thing you"ve done is--aside from bringing Hugh into the world?
It was the help you gave Dr. Will during baby-welfare week. You didn"t demand that each baby be a philosopher and artist before you weighed him, as you do with the rest of us.
"And now I"m afraid perhaps I"ll hurt you. We"re going to have a new schoolbuilding in this town--in just a few years--and we"ll have it without one bit of help or interest from you!
"Professor Mott and I and some others have been dinging away at the moneyed men for years. We didn"t call on you because you would never stand the pound-pound-pounding year after year without one bit of encouragement. And we"ve won! I"ve got the promise of everybody who counts that just as soon as war-conditions permit, they"ll vote the bonds for the schoolhouse. And we"ll have a wonderful building--lovely brown brick, with big windows, and agricultural and manual-training departments. When we get it, that"ll be my answer to all your theories!"
"I"m glad. And I"m ashamed I haven"t had any part in getting it.
But----Please don"t think I"m unsympathetic if I ask one question: Will the teachers in the hygienic new building go on informing the children that Persia is a yellow spot on the map, and "Caesar" the t.i.tle of a book of grammatical puzzles?"
VIII
Vida was indignant; Carol was apologetic; they talked for another hour, the eternal Mary and Martha--an immoralist Mary and a reformist Martha.
It was Vida who conquered.
The fact that she had been left out of the campaign for the new schoolbuilding disconcerted Carol. She laid her dreams of perfection aside. When Vida asked her to take charge of a group of Camp Fire Girls, she obeyed, and had definite pleasure out of the Indian dances and ritual and costumes. She went more regularly to the Thanatopsis. With Vida as lieutenant and unofficial commander she campaigned for a village nurse to attend poor families, raised the fund herself, saw to it that the nurse was young and strong and amiable and intelligent.
Yet all the while she beheld the burly cynical Frenchman and the diaphanous dancers as clearly as the child sees its air-born playmates; she relished the Camp Fire Girls not because, in Vida"s words, "this Scout training will help so much to make them Good Wives," but because she hoped that the Sioux dances would bring subversive color into their dinginess.
She helped Ella s...o...b..dy to set out plants in the tiny triangular park at the railroad station; she squatted in the dirt, with a small curved trowel and the most decorous of gardening gauntlets; she talked to Ella about the public-spiritedness of fuchsias and cannas; and she felt that she was scrubbing a temple deserted by the G.o.ds and empty even of incense and the sound of chanting. Pa.s.sengers looking from trains saw her as a village woman of fading prettiness, incorruptible virtue, and no abnormalities; the baggageman heard her say, "Oh yes, I do think it will be a good example for the children"; and all the while she saw herself running garlanded through the streets of Babylon.
Planting led her to botanizing. She never got much farther than recognizing the tiger lily and the wild rose, but she rediscovered Hugh. "What does the b.u.t.tercup say, mummy?" he cried, his hand full of straggly gra.s.ses, his cheek gilded with pollen. She knelt to embrace him; she affirmed that he made life more than full; she was altogether reconciled ... for an hour.
But she awoke at night to hovering death. She crept away from the hump of bedding that was Kennicott; tiptoed into the bathroom and, by the mirror in the door of the medicine-cabinet, examined her pallid face.
Wasn"t she growing visibly older in ratio as Vida grew plumper and younger? Wasn"t her nose sharper? Wasn"t her neck granulated? She stared and choked. She was only thirty. But the five years since her marriage--had they not gone by as hastily and stupidly as though she had been under ether; would time not slink past till death? She pounded her fist on the cool enameled rim of the bathtub and raged mutely against the indifferent G.o.ds:
"I don"t care! I won"t endure it! They lie so--Vida and Will and Aunt Bessie--they tell me I ought to be satisfied with Hugh and a good home and planting seven nasturtiums in a station garden! I am I! When I die the world will be annihilated, as far as I"m concerned. I am I! I"m not content to leave the sea and the ivory towers to others. I want them for me! d.a.m.n Vida! d.a.m.n all of them! Do they think they can make me believe that a display of potatoes at Howland & Gould"s is enough beauty and strangeness?"
CHAPTER XXIII
I
WHEN America entered the Great European War, Vida sent Raymie off to an officers" training-camp--less than a year after her wedding. Raymie was diligent and rather strong. He came out a first lieutenant of infantry, and was one of the earliest sent abroad.
Carol grew definitely afraid of Vida as Vida transferred the pa.s.sion which had been released in marriage to the cause of the war; as she lost all tolerance. When Carol was touched by the desire for heroism in Raymie and tried tactfully to express it, Vida made her feel like an impertinent child.
By enlistment and draft, the sons of Lyman Ca.s.s, Nat Hicks, Sam Clark joined the army. But most of the soldiers were the sons of German and Swedish farmers unknown to Carol. Dr. Terry Gould and Dr. McGanum became captains in the medical corps, and were stationed at camps in Iowa and Georgia. They were the only officers, besides Raymie, from the Gopher Prairie district. Kennicott wanted to go with them, but the several doctors of the town forgot medical rivalry and, meeting in council, decided that he would do better to wait and keep the town well till he should be needed. Kennicott was forty-two now; the only youngish doctor left in a radius of eighteen miles. Old Dr. Westlake, who loved comfort like a cat, protestingly rolled out at night for country calls, and hunted through his collar-box for his G. A. R. b.u.t.ton.