Stella was not uninfluenced, it may be, by Miss Van Orden"s example, for even in girlhood the latter was a person of extraordinary beauty, whereas, as has been said, Stella"s corners were then mult.i.tudinous; and it is probable that those two queer little k.n.o.bs at the base of Stella"s throat would be apt to render their owner uncomfortable and a bit abject before--let us say--more ample charms. In any event, Stella giggled and said she thought it would be just fine, and I presently conducted her to the third piazza of the hotel.
There we found a world that was new.
3
It was a world of sweet odors and strange lights, flooded with a kindly silence which was, somehow, composed of many lispings and trepidations and thin echoes. The night was warm, the sky all transparency. If the comparison was not manifestly absurd, I would liken that remembered sky"s pale color to the look of blue plush rubbed the wrong way. And in its radiance the stars bathed, large and bright and intimate, yet blurred somewhat, like shop-lights seen through frosted panes; and the moon floated on it, crisp and clear as a new-minted coin. This was the full midsummer moon, grave and glorious, that compelled the eye; and its shield was obscurely marked, as though a t.i.tan had breathed on its chill surface. Its light suffused the heavens and lay upon the earth beneath us in broad splashes; and the foliage about us was dappled with its splendor, save in the open east, where the undulant, low hills wore radiancy as a mantle.
For the trees, mostly maples of slight stature, cl.u.s.tered thickly about the hotel, and their branches mingled in a restless pattern of blacks and silvers and dim greens that mimicked the laughter of the sea under an April wind. Looking down from the piazza, over the expanse of tree-tops, all this was strangely like the sea; and it gave one, somehow, much the same sense of remote, unbounded s.p.a.ces and of a beauty that was a little sinister. At times whippoorwills called to one another, eerie and shrill; and the distant dance-music was a vibration in the air, which was heavy with the scent of bruised growing things and was filled with the cool, healing magic of the moonlight.
Taking it all in all, we had blundered upon a very beautiful place.
And there we sat for a while and talked in an aimless fashion. We did not know quite how one ought to "sit out" a dance, you conceive....
4
Then, moved by some queer impulse, I stared over the railing for a little at this great, wonderful, ambiguous world, and said solemnly:
"It is good."
"Yes," Stella agreed, in a curious, quiet and tiny voice, "it--it"s very large, isn"t it?" She looked out for a moment over the tree-tops.
"It makes me feel like a little old nothing," she said, at last. "The stars are so big, and--so uninterested." Stella paused for an interval, and then spoke again, with an uncertain laugh. "I think I am rather afraid."
"Afraid?" I echoed.
"Yes," she said, vaguely; "of--of everything."
I understood. Even then I knew something of the occasional insufficiency of words.
"It is a big world," I a.s.sented, "and lots of people are having a right hard time in it right now. I reckon there is somebody dying this very minute not far off."
"It"s all--waiting for us!" Stella had forgotten my existence. "It"s bringing us so many things--and we don"t know what any of them are.
But we"ve got to take them, whether we want to or not. It isn"t fair.
We"ve got to--well, got to grow up, and--marry, and--die, whether we want to or not. We"ve no choice. And it may not matter, after all.
Everything will keep right on like it did before; and the stars won"t care; and what we"ve done and had done to us won"t really matter!"
"Well, but, Stella, you can have a right good time first, anyway, if you keep away from ugly things and fussy people. And I reckon you really go to Heaven afterwards if you haven"t been really bad,--don"t you?"
"Rob,--are you ever afraid of dying?" Stella asked, "very much afraid--Oh, you know what I mean."
I did. I was about ten once more. It was dark, and I was pa.s.sing a drug-store, with huge red and green and purple bottles glistening in the gas-lit windows; and it had just occurred to me that I, too, must die, and be locked up in a box, and let down with trunk-straps into a hole, like Father was.... So I said, "Yes."
"And yet we"ve got to! Oh, I don"t see how people can go on living like everything was all right when that"s always getting nearer,--when they know they"ve got to die before very long. Because they dance and go on picnics and buy hats as if they were going to live forever.
I--oh, I can"t understand."
"They get used to the idea, I reckon. We"re sort of like the rats in the trap at home, in our stable," I suggested, poetically. "We can bite the wires and go crazy, like lots of them do, if we want to, or we can eat the cheese and kind of try not to think about it. Either way, there"s no getting out till they come to kill us in the morning."
"Yes," sighed Stella; "I suppose we must make the best of it."
"It"s the only sensible thing to do, far as I can see."
"But it is all so big--and so careless about us!" she said, after a little. "And we don"t know--we can"t know!--what is going to happen to you and me. And we can"t stop its happening!"
"We"ll just have to make the best of that, too," I protested, dolefully.
Stella sighed again, "I hope so," she a.s.sented; "still, I"m scared of it."
"I think I am, too--sort of," I conceded, after reflection. "Anyhow, I am going to have as good a time as I can."
There was now an even longer pause. Pitiable, ridiculous infants were pondering, somewhat vaguely but very solemnly, over certain mysteries of existence, which most of us have learned to accept with stolidity.
We were young, and to us the miraculous insecurity and inconsequence of human life was still a little impressive, and we had not yet come to regard the universe as a more or less comfortable place, well-meaningly constructed anyhow--by Somebody--for us to reside in.
Therefore we moved a trifle closer together, Stella and I, and were commonly miserable over the _Weltschmerz_. After a little a distant whippoorwill woke me from a chaos of reverie, and I turned to Stella, with a vague sense that we two were the only people left in the whole world, and that I was very, very fond of her.
Stella"s head was leaned backward. Her lips were parted, and the moonlight glinted in her eyes. Her eyes were blue.
"Don"t!" said Stella, faintly.
I did....
It was a matter out of my volition, out of my planning. And, oh, the wonder, and sweetness, and sacredness of it! I thought, even in the instant; and, oh, the pity that, after all, it is slightly disappointing....
Stella was not angry, as I had half expected. "That was dear of you,"
she said, impulsively, "but don"t try to do it again." There was the wisdom of centuries in this mandate of Stella"s as she rose from the bench. The spell was broken, utterly. "I think," said Stella, in the voice of a girl of fifteen, "I think we"d better go and dance some more."
5
In the crude morning I approached Stella, with a fatuous smile. She apparently both perceived and resented my bearing, although she never once looked at me. There was something of great interest to her in the distance, apparently down by the springhouse; she was flushed and indignant; and her eyes wouldn"t, couldn"t, and didn"t turn for an instant in my direction.
I fidgeted.
"If," said she, impersonally, "if you believe it was because of _you_, you are very much mistaken. It would have been the same with anybody.
You don"t understand, and I don"t either. Anyhow, I think you are a mess, and I hate you. Go away from me!"
And she stamped her foot in a fine rage.
For the moment I entertained an un-Christian desire that Stella had been born a boy. In that case, I felt, I would, just then, have really enjoyed sitting upon the back of her head, and grinding her nose into the lawn, and otherwise persuading her to cry ""Nough." These virile pleasures being denied me, I sought for comfort in discourteous speech.
"Umph-huh!" said I, "and you think you"re mighty smart, don"t you?
Well, I don"t want you pawing around me any more, either. I won"t have it, do you understand! That was what I was going to tell you anyhow, you kissing-bug, even if you hadn"t acted so smart. And you can just stick that right in your pipe and smoke it, you old Miss Smart Alec."
Thereupon I--wisely--departed without delay. A rock struck me rather forcibly between the shoulder blades, but I did not deign to notice this phenomenon.
"You can"t fight girls with fists," I reflected. "You"ve just got to talk to them in the right way."