He was as puzzled as any one else at the apparently advanced age of his mind and body at birth. He read up on it in the medical journal, but found that no such case had been previously recorded. At his father"s urging he made an honest attempt to play with other boys, and frequently he joined in the milder games--football shook him up too much, and he feared that in case of a fracture his ancient bones would refuse to knit.
When he was five he was sent to kindergarten, where he initiated into the art of pasting green paper on orange paper, of weaving coloured maps and manufacturing eternal cardboard necklaces. He was inclined to drowse off to sleep in the middle of these tasks, a habit which both irritated and frightened his young teacher. To his relief she complained to his parents, and he was removed from the school. The Roger b.u.t.tons told their friends that they felt he was too young.
By the time he was twelve years old his parents had grown used to him.
Indeed, so strong is the force of custom that they no longer felt that he was different from any other child--except when some curious anomaly reminded them of the fact. But one day a few weeks after his twelfth birthday, while looking in the mirror, Benjamin made, or thought he made, an astonishing discovery. Did his eyes deceive him, or had his hair turned in the dozen years of his life from white to iron-gray under its concealing dye? Was the network of wrinkles on his face becoming less p.r.o.nounced? Was his skin healthier and firmer, with even a touch of ruddy winter colour? He could not tell. He knew that he no longer stooped, and that his physical condition had improved since the early days of his life.
"Can it be----?" he thought to himself, or, rather, scarcely dared to think.
He went to his father. "I am grown," he announced determinedly. "I want to put on long trousers."
His father hesitated. "Well," he said finally, "I don"t know. Fourteen is the age for putting on long trousers--and you are only twelve."
"But you"ll have to admit," protested Benjamin, "that I"m big for my age."
His father looked at him with illusory speculation. "Oh, I"m not so sure of that," he said. "I was as big as you when I was twelve."
This was not true-it was all part of Roger b.u.t.ton"s silent agreement with himself to believe in his son"s normality.
Finally a compromise was reached. Benjamin was to continue to dye his hair. He was to make a better attempt to play with boys of his own age. He was not to wear his spectacles or carry a cane in the street.
In return for these concessions he was allowed his first suit of long trousers....
4
Of the life of Benjamin b.u.t.ton between his twelfth and twenty-first year I intend to say little. Suffice to record that they were years of normal ungrowth. When Benjamin was eighteen he was erect as a man of fifty; he had more hair and it was of a dark gray; his step was firm, his voice had lost its cracked quaver and descended to a healthy baritone. So his father sent him up to Connecticut to take examinations for entrance to Yale College. Benjamin pa.s.sed his examination and became a member of the freshman cla.s.s.
On the third day following his matriculation he received a notification from Mr. Hart, the college registrar, to call at his office and arrange his schedule. Benjamin, glancing in the mirror, decided that his hair needed a new application of its brown dye, but an anxious inspection of his bureau drawer disclosed that the dye bottle was not there. Then he remembered--he had emptied it the day before and thrown it away.
He was in a dilemma. He was due at the registrar"s in five minutes.
There seemed to be no help for it--he must go as he was. He did.
"Good-morning," said the registrar politely. "You"ve come to inquire about your son."
"Why, as a matter of fact, my name"s b.u.t.ton----" began Benjamin, but Mr. Hart cut him off.
"I"m very glad to meet you, Mr. b.u.t.ton. I"m expecting your son here any minute."
"That"s me!" burst out Benjamin. "I"m a freshman."
"What!"
"I"m a freshman."
"Surely you"re joking."
"Not at all."
The registrar frowned and glanced at a card before him. "Why, I have Mr. Benjamin b.u.t.ton"s age down here as eighteen."
"That"s my age," a.s.serted Benjamin, flushing slightly.
The registrar eyed him wearily. "Now surely, Mr. b.u.t.ton, you don"t expect me to believe that."
Benjamin smiled wearily. "I am eighteen," he repeated.
The registrar pointed sternly to the door. "Get out," he said. "Get out of college and get out of town. You are a dangerous lunatic."
"I am eighteen."
Mr. Hart opened the door. "The idea!" he shouted. "A man of your age trying to enter here as a freshman. Eighteen years old, are you? Well, I"ll give you eighteen minutes to get out of town."
Benjamin b.u.t.ton walked with dignity from the room, and half a dozen undergraduates, who were waiting in the hall, followed him curiously with their eyes. When he had gone a little way he turned around, faced the infuriated registrar, who was still standing in the door-way, and repeated in a firm voice: "I am eighteen years old."
To a chorus of t.i.tters which went up from the group of undergraduates, Benjamin walked away.
But he was not fated to escape so easily. On his melancholy walk to the railroad station he found that he was being followed by a group, then by a swarm, and finally by a dense ma.s.s of undergraduates. The word had gone around that a lunatic had pa.s.sed the entrance examinations for Yale and attempted to palm himself off as a youth of eighteen. A fever of excitement permeated the college. Men ran hatless out of cla.s.ses, the football team abandoned its practice and joined the mob, professors" wives with bonnets awry and bustles out of position, ran shouting after the procession, from which proceeded a continual succession of remarks aimed at the tender sensibilities of Benjamin b.u.t.ton.
"He must be the wandering Jew!"
"He ought to go to prep school at his age!"
"Look at the infant prodigy!"
"He thought this was the old men"s home."
"Go up to Harvard!"
Benjamin increased his gait, and soon he was running. He would show them! He _would_ go to Harvard, and then they would regret these ill-considered taunts!
Safely on board the train for Baltimore, he put his head from the window. "You"ll regret this!" he shouted.
"Ha-ha!" the undergraduates laughed. "Ha-ha-ha!" It was the biggest mistake that Yale College had ever made....
5
In 1880 Benjamin b.u.t.ton was twenty years old, and he signalised his birthday by going to work for his father in Roger b.u.t.ton & Co., Wholesale Hardware. It was in that same year that he began "going out socially"--that is, his father insisted on taking him to several fashionable dances. Roger b.u.t.ton was now fifty, and he and his son were more and more companionable--in fact, since Benjamin had ceased to dye his hair (which was still grayish) they appeared about the same age, and could have pa.s.sed for brothers.
One night in August they got into the phaeton attired in their full-dress suits and drove out to a dance at the Shevlins" country house, situated just outside of Baltimore. It was a gorgeous evening.
A full moon drenched the road to the l.u.s.treless colour of platinum, and late-blooming harvest flowers breathed into the motionless air aromas that were like low, half-heard laughter. The open country, carpeted for rods around with bright wheat, was translucent as in the day. It was almost impossible not to be affected by the sheer beauty of the sky--almost.
"There"s a great future in the dry-goods business," Roger b.u.t.ton was saying. He was not a spiritual man--his aesthetic sense was rudimentary.
"Old fellows like me can"t learn new tricks," he observed profoundly.
"It"s you youngsters with energy and vitality that have the great future before you."
Far up the road the lights of the Shevlins" country house drifted into view, and presently there was a sighing sound that crept persistently toward them--it might have been the fine plaint of violins or the rustle of the silver wheat under the moon.
They pulled up behind a handsome brougham whose pa.s.sengers were disembarking at the door. A lady got out, then an elderly gentleman, then another young lady, beautiful as sin. Benjamin started; an almost chemical change seemed to dissolve and recompose the very elements of his body. A rigour pa.s.sed over him, blood rose into his cheeks, his forehead, and there was a steady thumping in his ears. It was first love.