He had his reward. Twice and again he read the magazine"s name on the envelope as he bore it to the Camp Street front of the building, but would not open the missive. That should be _her_ privilege and honor.
He lifted his eyes from it and behold, here came the two cars! But where was she? Certainly not in the front one. There he made out, in pairs, M. De l"Isle and Mme. Alexandre. Mlle. Yvonne and M. Dubroca, M. Castanado, and Mme. De l"Isle. Then in the rear car his alarmed eye picked out Beloiseau and Mlle. Corinne, with Cupid between them; Mmes.
Dubroca and Castanado, especially the latter; and then, oh, then!
Behind the smaller woman a vacant seat and behind the vaster one Aline Chapdelaine.
"You"ve heard?" cried M. De Elsie, slowing to the curb. Chester fluttered his prize. "Click, clap!"--he was in without the stopping of a wheel and had pa.s.sed the letter to Aline.
"Accepted?" asked several, while both cars resumed their speed up-town.
"We"ll open it in Audubon Park," she said to Chester, and Mme.
Castanado and Dubroca pa.s.sed the word forward to Beloiseau and Mlle.
Corinne. These soon got it to Castanado and Mme. De l"Isle.
"Not to be open" till Audubon Park," sped the word still forward till Mlle. Yvonne and Dubroca had pa.s.sed it to Mme. Alexandre and M. De l"Isle.
"Ahah!" he said, as he turned Lee Circle and went spinning up St.
Charles Avenue. "Not in the pewblic street, but in Audubon Park, and to the singing of bird"!"
x.x.xVI
Out near the riverside end of the park the two cars stopped abreast under a vast live-oak, and Aline, rising, opened the letter and read aloud:
MY DEAR MR. CHESTER:
Your ma.n.u.script, "The Holy Cross," accompanied by your letter of the -- inst., is received and will have our early attention.
Very respectfully,
THE EDITOR.
All other outcries ceased half-uttered when the Chapdelaine sisters clapped hands for joy, crying:
"Agcepted! Agcepted! Ah, Aline! by that kindnezz and sag-acitie of Mr. Chezter--and all the rez" of our Royal Street frien"--you are biccome the diz-ting-uish" and _lucrative_ auth.o.r.ezz, Mlle.
Chapdelaine!"
M. De l"Isle"s wrath was too hot for his tongue, but Scipion stood waiting to speak, and Mme. Castanado beckoned attention and spoke his name.
"_Messieurs et mesdames_" he said, "that ma.n.u.scrip" is no mo" agcept"
than rij-ect". That stadement, tha"z only to rilease those insuranze companie" and----"
"And to stop us from telegraphing!" M. De l"Isle broke in, "and to make us, ad the end, glad to get even a small price! Ah, mesdemoiselles, you don"t know those razcal" like me!"
"Oh!" cried the tender Yvonne--original rescuer of Marie Madeleine from boy lynchers--"you don"t have charitie! That way you make _yo"seff_ un"appie."
"Me, I cann" think," her sister persevered, "that tha"z juz" for the insuranse. The ma.n.u.scrip" is receive"? Well! "ow can you receive something if you don"t agcept it? And "ow can you agcep" that if you don" receive it? Ah-h-h!"
"No," Beloiseau rejoined, "tha"z only to signify that the editorial decision--tha"z not decide"."
Mlle. Corinne lifted both hands to the entire jury: "Oh, frien", I a.s.sure you, that ma.n.u.scrip" is agcept". And tha"z the proof; that both Yvonne and me we"ve had a presentiment of that already sinze the biggening! Ah-h-h!"
Castanado intervened: "Mademoiselle, that lady yonder"--he gave his wife a courtier"s bow--"will tell you a differenze. Once on a time she receive" a h-offer of marriage; but "twas not till after many days thad she agcept" it." [Applause.] "But ad the en", I su"pose tha"z for Mr.
Chezter, our legal counsel, to conclude."
Mr. Chester "thought that although receipt did not imply acceptance the tardiness of this letter did argue a probability that the ma.n.u.script had successfully pa.s.sed some sort of preliminary reading--or readings--and now awaited only the verdict of the editor-in-chief."
"Or," ventured Mme. Alexandre, "of that editorial board all together."
M. De l"Isle shook his head and then a stiff finger: "I tell you! They are sicretly inquiring Thornd.y.k.e-Smith--lit"ry magnet--to fine out if we are truz"-worthy! And tha"z the miztake we did---not sen"ing the photograph of Mlle. Aline ad the biggening. But tha"z not yet too late; we can wire them from firz" drug-store, "Suspen" judgment!
Portrait of auth.o.r.ezz coming!""
All eyes, even Cupid"s, turned to her. She was shaking her head.
"No," she responded, with a smile as lovely, to Chester"s fancy, as it was final; as final, to the two aunts" conviction, as it was lovely.
"No photograph would be convincing," Chester began to plead, but stopped for the aunts.
"Oh, impossible!" they cried. "That wou"n" be de-corouz!"
"Ladies an" gentlemen," said M. Castanado, "we are on a joy-ride."
"An" we "ave reason!" his wife exclaimed.
"Biccause hope!" Mme. Alexandre put in.
"Yes!" said Dubroca. "That ma.n.u.scrip" is not allone receive"; sinze more than a week "tis _rittain"_, whiles they dillib-rate; and the chateau what dillib-rate"--you know, eh? M"sieu" De l"Isle, I move you we go h-on."
They went, the De l"Isle car and then Scipion"s, back to St. Charles Avenue, and turned again up-town. On the rearmost seat----
"Why so silent?" Aline inquired of Chester.
"Because so content," he said, "except when I think of the book."
"The half-book?"
"Exactly. We"ve only half enough stories yet.
"Though with the _vieux carre_ full of them?"
"Oh! mostly so raw, so bald, so thin!"
"Ah, I knew you would see that. As though human life and character were--what would say?"
"I"d say crustacean; their anatomy all on the surface. Such stories are not life, life in the round; they"re only paper silhouettes--of the real life"s poorest facts and moments. I state the thought poorly but you get it, don"t you?"
The girl sparkled, not so much for the thought as for their fellowship in it. "Once I heard mamma say to my aunts: "So many of these _vieux carre_ stories are but pretty pebbles--a quadroon and a duel, a quadroon and a duel--always the same two peas in the baby"s rattle.""