Ah, but there had been a difference there! She had loved there, and been awakened by great love. Her child"s crumpled, rosy foot had come to mean more to her than all the world had meant before.
The smile, or the frown, in her husband"s eyes had been her sunshine or her storm. Through love she had come to know the br.i.m.m.i.n.g life of the world, the pathos, the comedy that is ready to spill itself over every humble window-sill, the joy that some woman"s heart feels whenever the piping cry of the new-born sounds in a darkened room, the sorrow held by every shabby white hea.r.s.e that winds its way through a hot and unnoticing street. She had clung to husband and sons with the tigerish tenacity that is the rightful dower of wife and mother; she had thought the world well lost in holding them.
And then the sordid, selfish past rose like an ugly mist before her, and she found at her lips the bitter cup she had filled herself. She was not so safe now, behind her barrier of love, but that the terrible machinery she had set in motion might bring its grinding wheels to bear upon the lives she guarded. She had flung her solemn promise aside, once; what defence could she make for a second solemn promise now? The world, divorce mad, spun blindly on, and the echo of her own complacent "one in twelve" came faintly, sickly back to her after the happy years.
"Divorce has actually no place in our laws, it isn"t either wrong or right," Rachael said one autumn day when they were walking slowly to the beach. Over their heads the trees were turning scarlet; the days were still soft and warm, but twilight fell earlier now, and in the air at morning and evening was the intoxicating sharpness, the thin blue and clear steel color that mark the dying summer. Alice"s three younger children were in school, and the family came to Clark"s Hills only for the week- ends, but Rachael and her boys stayed on and on, enjoying the rare warmth and beauty of the Indian Summer, and comfortable in the old house that had weathered fifty autumns and would weather fifty more.
"In some states it is absolutely illegal," Rachael continued, "in others, it"s permissible. In some it is a real source of revenue.
Now fancy treating any other offence that way! Imagine states in which stealing was only a regrettable incident, or where murder was tolerated! In South Carolina you cannot get a divorce on any grounds! In Washington the courts can give it to you for any cause they consider sufficient. There was a case: a man and his wife obtained a divorce and both remarried. Now they find they are both bigamists, because it was shown that the wife went West, with her husband"s knowledge and consent, to establish her residence there for the explicit purpose of getting a divorce. It was well- established law that if a husband or wife seek the jurisdiction of another state for the sole object of obtaining a divorce, without any real intent of living there, making their home there, goes, in other words, just for divorce purposes, then the decree having been fraudulently obtained will not be recognized anywhere!"
"But thousands do it, Rachael."
"But thousands don"t seem to realize--I never did before--that that is illegal. You can"t deliberately move to Reno or Seattle or San Francisco for such a purpose. All marriages following a divorce procured under these conditions are illegal. Besides this, the divorce laws as they exist in Washington, California, or Nevada are not recognized by other states, and so because a couple are separated upon the grounds of cruelty or incompatibility in some Western state, they are still legally man and wife in New York or Ma.s.sachusetts. All sorts of hideous complications are going on: blackmail and perjury!
"I wonder why divorce laws are so little understood?" Alice mused.
"Because divorce is an abnormal thing. You can"t make it right, and of course we are a long way from making it wrong. But that is what it is coming to, I believe. Divorce will be against the law some day! No divorce on ANY GROUNDS! It cannot be reconciled to law; it defies law. Right on the face of it, it is breaking a contract. Are any other contracts to be broken with public approval? We will see the return of the old, simple law, then we will wonder at ourselves! I am not a woman who takes naturally to public work--I wish I were. But perhaps some day I can strike the system a blow. It is women like me who understand, and who will help to end it."
"It is only the worth-while women who do understand," said Alice.
"You are the marble worth cutting. Life is a series of phases; we are none of us the same from year to year. You are not the same girl that you were when you married Clarence Breckenridge--"
"What a different woman!" Rachael said under her breath.
"Well," said Alice then a little frightened, "why won"t you think that perhaps Warren might have changed, too; that whatever Warren has done, it was done more like--like the little boy who has never had his fling, who gets dizzy with his own freedom, and does something foolish without a.n.a.lyzing just what he is doing?"
"But Warren, after all, isn"t a child!" Rachael said sadly.
"But Warren is in some ways; that"s just it," Alice said eagerly.
"He has always been singularly--well, unbalanced, in some ways.
Don"t you know there was always a sort of simplicity, a sort of bright innocence about Warren? He believed whatever anybody said until you laughed at him; he took every one of his friends on his own valuation. It"s only where his work is concerned that you ever see Warren positive, and dictatorial, and keen--"
Rachael"s eyes had filled with tears.
"But he isn"t the man I loved, and married," she said slowly. "I thought he was a sort of G.o.d--he could do no wrong for me!"
"Yes, but that isn"t the way to feel toward anybody," persisted Alice. "No man is a G.o.d, no man is perfect. You"re not perfect yourself; I"m not. Can"t you just say to yourself that human beings are faulty--it may be your form of it to get dignified and sulk, and Warren"s to wander off dreamily into curious paths--but that"s life, Rachael, that"s "better or worse," isn"t it?"
"It isn"t a question of my holding out for a mere theory, Alice,"
Rachael said after a while; "I"m not saying that I"m all in the right, and that I will never see Warren again until he admits it, and everyone admits it--that isn"t what I want. But it"s just that I"m dead, so far as that old feeling is concerned. It is as if a child saw his mother suddenly turn into a fiend, and do some hideously cruel act; no amount of cool reason could ever convince that child again that his mother was sweet and good."
"But as you get older," Alice smiled, "you differentiate between good and good, and you see grades in evil, too. Everything isn"t all good or all bad, like the heroes and the villains of the old plays. If Warren had done a "hideously cruel" thing deliberately, that would be one thing; what he has done is quite another. The G.o.d who made us put s.e.x into the world, Warren didn"t; and Warren only committed, in his--what is it?--forty-eighth year one of the follies that most boys dispose of in their teens. Be generous, Rachael, and forgive him. Give him another trial!"
"How CAN I forgive him?" Rachael said, badly shaken, and through tears. "No, no, no, I couldn"t! I never can."
They had reached the beach now, and could see the children, in their blue field coats, following the curving reaches of the incoming waves. The fresh roar of the breakers filled a silence, gulls piped their wistful little cry as they circled high in the blue air. Old Captain Semple, in his rickety one-seated buggy, drove up the beach, the water rising in the wheel-tracks. The children gathered about him; it was one of their excitements to see the Captain wash his carriage, and the old mare splash in the shallow water. Alice seated herself on a great log, worn silver from the sea, and half buried in the white sand, but Rachael remained standing, the sweet October wind whipping against her strong and splendid figure, her beautiful eyes looking far out to sea.
"You two have no quarrel," the older woman added mildly. "You and Warren were rarely companionable. I used to say to George that you were almost TOO congenial, too sensitive to each other"s moods.
Warren knew that you idolized him, Rachael, and consequently, when criticism came, when he felt that you of all persons were misjudging him, why, he simply flung up his head like a horse, and bolted!"
"Misjudging?" Rachael said quickly, half turning her head, and bringing her eyes from the far horizon to rest upon Alice"s face.
The children had seen them now, and were running toward them, and Alice did not attempt to answer. She sighed, and shrugged her shoulders.
A dead horseshoe crab on the sands deflected the course of the racing children, except Derry, who pursued his panting way, and as Rachael sat down on the log, cast himself, radiant and breathless, into her arms. She caught the child to her heart pa.s.sionately. He had always been closer to her than even the splendid first-born because of the giddy little head that was always getting him into troubles, and the reckless little feet that never chose a sensible course. Derry was always being rescued from deep water, always leaping blindly from high places and saved by the narrowest possible chance, always getting his soft mop of hair inextricably tangled in the steering-gear of Rachael"s car, or his foot hopelessly twisted in the innocent-looking bars of his own bed, always eating mysterious berries, or tasting dangerous medicines, always ready to laugh deeply and deliciously at his own crimes.
Jim a.s.sumed a protective att.i.tude toward him, chuckling at his predicaments, advising him, and even gallantly a.s.suming the blame for his worst misdeeds. Rachael imagined them in boarding-school some day; in college; Jim the student, dragged from his books and window-seat to go to the rescue of the unfortunate but fascinating junior. Jim said he was going to write books; Derry was going--her heart contracted whenever he said it--was going to be a doctor, and Dad would show him what to do!
Ah, how proud Warren might have been of them, she thought, walking home to-day, a sandy hand in each of hers, Derry hopping on one foot, twisting, and leaping; Jim leaning affectionately against her, and holding forth as to the proper method of washing wagons!
What man would not have been proud of this pair, enchanting in faded galatea now, soon to be introduced to linen knickerbockers, busy with their first toiling capitals now, some day to be growling Latin verbs. They would be interested in the Zoo this winter, and then in skating, and then in football--Warren loved football. He had thrown it all away!
Widowed in spirit, still Rachael was continually reminded that she was not actually widowed, and in the hurt that came to her, even in these first months, she found a chilling premonition of the years to come. Warm-hearted Vera Villalonga wrote impulsively from the large establishment at Lakewood that she had acquired for the early winter. She had heard that Rachael and Greg weren"t exactly hitting it off--hoped to the Lord it wasn"t true--anyway, Rachael had been perfectly horrible about seeing her old friends; couldn"t she come at once to Vera, lots of the old crowd were there, and spend a month? Mrs. Barker Emery, meeting Rachael on one of the rare occasions when Rachael went into the city, asked pleasantly for the boys, and pleasantly did not ask for Warren. Belvedere Bay was gayer than ever this year, Mrs. Emory said; did Rachael know that the d.u.c.h.ess of Exton was visiting Mary Moulton--such a dear!
Georgiana Vanderwall, visiting the Thomases at Easthampton, motored over one day to spend a sympathetic half morning with Rachael, pressing that lady"s unresponsive hand with her own large, capable one, and murmuring that of course--one heard--that the Bishop of course felt dreadfully--they only hoped--both such dear sweet people--
Rachael felt as if she would like to take a bath after this well- meant visitation. A day or two later she had a letter from Florence, who said that "someone" had told her that the Gregorys might not be planning to keep their wonderful cook this winter. If that was true, would Rachael be so awfully good as to ask her to go see Mrs. Haviland?
"The pack," Rachael said to Alice, "is ready to run again!"
CHAPTER VII
November turned chilly, and in its second week there was even a flutter of snow at Clark"s Hills. Rachael did not dislike it, and it was a huge adventure to the boys. Nevertheless, she began to feel that a longer stay down on the bleak coast might be unwise.
The old house, for all its purring furnace and double windows, was draughty enough to admit icy little fingers of the outside air, here and there, and the village, getting under storm shutters and closing up this wing or that room for the winter, was so businesslike in its preparations as to fill Rachael"s heart with mild misgivings.
Alice still brought her brood down for the week-ends, and it was on one of these that Rachael suddenly decided to move. The two women discussed it, Rachael finally agreeing to go to the Valentines" for a week before going on to Boston--or it might be Washington or Philadelphia--any other city than the one in which she might encounter the boys" father. Alice had never won her to promise a visit before, and although Rachael"s confidence in her-- for Rachael neither extracted a promise from Alice as to any possible encounter with Warren, nor reminded her friend that she placed herself entirely at Alice"s mercy--rather disconcerted Alice, she had a simple woman"s strong faith in coincidence, and she felt, she told George, that the Lord would not let this opportunity for a reconciliation go by. Mrs. Valentine had seen Warren Gregory now, more than once, and far more potent than any argument that he might have made was his silence, his most unexpected and unnatural silence. There was no explanation; indeed Warren had little to say on any subject in these days. He liked to come now and then, in the evening, to the Valentine house, but he would not dine there, and confined his remarks almost entirely to answers to George. Physically, Alice thought him shockingly changed.
"He is simply broken," she said to George, in something like fright. "I didn"t know human beings could change that way. Warren- -who used to be so positive! Why, he"s almost timid!"
She did not tell Rachael this, and George insisted that, while Rachael and the boys were at the house, Warren must be warned to keep away; so that Alice had frail enough material with which to build her dreams. Nevertheless, she dreamed.
It was finally arranged that Rachael and little Jim should go up to town on a certain Monday with Alice; that Rachael should make various engagements then, as to storage, packing, and such matters as the care of the piano and the car, for the winter. Then Jim, for the first time in his life, would stay away from his mother overnight with Aunt Alice, Rachael returning to Clark"s Hills to bring Mary and Derry up the next day in the car. Jim was to go to the dentist, and to get shoes; there were several excellent reasons why it seemed wise to have him await his mother and brother in town rather than make the long trip twice in one day.
Mary smuggled Derry out of sight when the Monday morning came, and Rachael and her oldest son went away with the Valentines in the car.
It was a fresh, sweet morning in the early winter, and both women, furred to the eyes, enjoyed the trip. The children, snuggled in between them, chattered of their own affairs, and Rachael interrupted her inexhaustible talk with Alice only to ask a question of the driver now and then.
"I shall have to bring my own car over this road to-morrow, Kane,"
she explained. "I have never been at the wheel myself before in all the times I have done it."
"Mar-r-tin does be knowin" every step of the way," suggested Kane.
"But Martin hasn"t been with me this summer," the lady smiled.
"I thought I saw him runnin" the docther"s car yesterda" week,"
mused Kane who was a privileged character. "Well,"tis not hard, Mrs. Gregory. The whole place is plasthered wid posts. But the thing of it is, ma"am," he added, after a moment, turning back toward her without taking his eyes from the road, "there does be a big storm blowin" up. Look there, far over there, how black it is."
"But that won"t break to-day?" Rachael said uneasily, thinking of Derry.
"Well, it may not--that"s thrue. But these roads will be in a grand mess if we have anny more rain--that"s a fact for ye," Kane persisted.
"Then don"t come until Wednesday," suggested Alice.