"I am going to be married," she announced coldly. "It"s Payson Osborne this time, and I"m really going to see the thing through. It"s rather a joke on me, because it commenced this way. I was sick of lovers, and some of the last had been so unpleasant, not to say rude, when I threw them over, that I thought I would take a vacation. So when I met Payson, I said, "What do you say to a Platonic friendship?" It sounds harmless, you know, Ruth, and he, not knowing me at all, a.s.sented. If he had been a man who knew of my checkered career, he would have refused, suspecting, of course, that I was going to flirt with him under a new name. But, as I was serious this time, I knew it was all right. So we began. I suppose you know he is enormously rich, besides being so handsome, and there will not be a girl in town who won"t say I raised heaven and earth to get him; but I don"t mind telling you, Ruth--because you are such an old dear, and never are bothered with lovers(!); besides, it will do me good to tell it, and I know you will never betray me--that I never cared for any man on earth except Winston Percival. You needn"t jump, and look as though the house was on fire. It"s the solemn truth, and I never dreamed that he cared for Rachel until he married her. Mind you, he never pretended to love me. It is every bit one-sided, and I don"t care if it is. I am glad that a frivolous, shallow-minded, rattle-brained thing like me had sense enough to fall in love with the most glorious man that ever came into her life. I shouldn"t have made him half as good a wife as Rachel does--I really feel as if they were made for each other--but he would have made a woman of me. I"m honestly glad he is so happy, and things are much more suitable as they are, for Payson is a thorough-going society man, and doesn"t ask much in a wife or he wouldn"t have me, and he doesn"t expect much from a wife or he couldn"t get me.
"Perhaps you don"t know that a girl who makes a business of wearing scalps at her belt never stands a bit of a chance with a man she really loves, for she is afraid to practise on him the wiles which she knows from experience have been successful with scores of others, because she feels that he will see through them, and scorn her as she scorns herself in his presence. She loses her courage, she loses control of herself, and, being used to depend on "business," as actors say, to carry out her role successfully, she finds that she is only reading her lines, and reading them very badly too. If you could have seen me with Percival, you would know what I mean. I was dull, uninteresting, poky--no more the Sallie c.o.x that other men know than I am you. He absorbed my personality. I didn"t care for myself or how I appeared. I only wanted him to shine and be his natural, brilliant self. I never could have helped him in his work. The most I could have hoped to do would have been not to hinder him. I would have been the gainer--it would have been the act of a home missionary for him to marry me."
She laughed drearily.
"Isn"t it horribly immoral in me to sit here and talk in this way about a married man? It"s a wonder it doesn"t turn the color of the cushions. If you hear of my having the brougham relined, Ruth, you will know why.
Ruth, I am so miserable at times it seems to me that I shall die. I"d love to cry this minute--cry just as hard as I could, and scream, and beat my head against something hard--how do you do, Mrs. Asbury?--but instead, I have to bow from the windows to people, and remember that I am supposed to be the complaisant bride-elect of the catch of the season. It is a judgment on me, Ruth, to find that I have a heart, when I have always gone on the principle that n.o.body had any. Yes--how-de-do, Miss Culpepper?
excuse me a minute, Ruth, while I hate that girl. What has she done to me?
Oh, nothing to speak of--she only had the bad taste to fall in love with the man I am going to marry. Writes him notes all the time, making love to him, which he promptly shows to me--oh, we are not very honorable, or very upright, or very anything good in the Osborne matrimonial arrangement.
Anybody but you would hate me for all this I"ve told you, but I know you are pitying me with all your soul, because you know the empty-headed Sallie c.o.x carries with her a very sore heart, and that it will take more than Payson Osborne has got to give to heal it. I call him Pay sometimes, but he hates it. I only do it when I think how much he does pay for a very bad bargain. But he doesn"t care, so why should I?
"It really does seem odd, when I look back on it, to see how easy it was to get him, when all the time I was perfectly indifferent to him, and received his attentions on the Platonic basis to keep him from making love to me. I really think I never had any one to care for me in so exactly the way I like, and to be so easy in his demands, and to think me so altogether perfect and charming, no matter what I do. It was because I was absolutely indifferent to him. I never cared when he came. I never cared when he went. Other lovers fussed and quarrelled and were jealous and disagreeable when I flirted with other men, but Payson never cared. He didn"t tease me, you know. And whenever he said anything, I could look innocent and say, "Is that Platonic friendship?" So he would have to subside. I know he thought some of my indifference was a.s.sumed, for when he told me about Miss Culpepper he thought I would be vexed. I _was_ vexed, but I had presence of mind not to show it. I only laughed and made no comment at all--asked him what time it was, I believe. Then when he looked so disappointed and sulky, I knew I was right, and I patted Sallie c.o.x on the head for being so clever--so clever as not to care, chiefly.
There is nothing, absolutely nothing, you cannot do with a man who loves you, if you don"t care a speck for him. And the luxury of perfect indifference! Emotions are awfully wearing, Ruth. I wonder that these emotional women like Rachel get on at all. I should think they would die of the strain. Men are always deadly afraid of such women. I believe Payson wouldn"t stop running till he got to California if I should burst into tears and not be able to tell him instantly just exactly where my neuralgia had jumped to. No unknown waverings and quaverings of the heart for my good Osborne. There goes Alice Asbury again. I am dying to tell you something. You know why she hates me, and understand why she treats me so abominably? Well, Asbury gave her the same engagement ring he gave me, and she doesn"t know it. Rich, isn"t it? Here we are at the cooking-school. I am so glad I can slam a carriage-door without being rude. It is such a relief to one"s overcharged feelings."
Tabby, dear, if your head ever spun round and round at some of the confidences I have bestowed upon you, I can sympathize with you, for, as I went into that cla.s.s, my feelings were so wrenched and twisted that I was as limp as cooked macaroni. You will excuse the simile, but that was one of the articles at cooking-school to-day, and when the teacher took it up on a fork, it did express my state of mind so exquisitely that I cannot forbear to use it.
Sallie c.o.x! Well, I am amazed. Who would think that that bright, saucy, clever little flirt, who rides on the crest of the wave always, could have such a heart history? And Percival of all men! I wonder what he would say if he knew. I don"t know what to think about her marrying Payson Osborne.
The last thing she whispered to me as we came out of cooking-school was, "Don"t be too sorry for me because I am going to marry him. Believe me, it is the very best thing that could happen to me."
I am very fond of the girl to-night. What a pity it is that everybody does not know her as she really is! No one understands her, and she has flirted so outrageously with most of the men that the girls" friendship for her is very hollow. A few, of whom Alice Asbury is one, dare to show this quite plainly, and of course Sallie doesn"t like it. She pretends not to care for women"s friendship, but she does. She would love to be friendly with all the girls, but they remember the misery she has made them suffer, and won"t have it.
Still, there is no doubt that she is marrying the man most of them want, so that again she triumphs. But, unless I am much mistaken, even as Mrs.
Payson Osborne it will take her a long time to recover her place with the women which she has lost by having so many of their sweethearts and brothers in love with her.
Ah, Tabby, what a deal of secret misery there is in the world! Everybody will envy Sallie c.o.x and think that she is the luckiest girl, and Sallie will smile and pretend--for what other course is left to her, and who can blame women who pretend under such circ.u.mstances? Perhaps there are reasons just as good for many other pretenders in this world. Who knows?
We would be gentler if we knew more.
There will be other sore hearts besides Sallie"s at her wedding. I had heard before that Miss Culpepper was quite desperate over Osborne, but, as she was a girl whom everybody thought a lady, I had no idea that she had gone so far as Sallie says. Osborne probably didn"t object to being made love to. A man of his stamp would not be over-refined. Strange, now, Sallie does not love Osborne herself, but she promptly hates every other girl who dares to do it. Aren"t girls queer?
Then there are a score of men who will gnash their teeth for Sallie--so many men love these Sallie c.o.xes.
Frankie Taliaferro, the Kentucky beauty, who is staying with her this winter, tells me that Sallie has had several dreadful scenes with discarded suitors--that one said he would forbid the banns, and another threatened to shoot himself if she really married Osborne.
I wonder how many marriages there really are where both are perfectly free to marry. I mean, no secret entanglements on either side, no other man wanting the bride, no girl bitterly jealous of her. I never heard of one--not among the people _I_ know, at least.
Oh, Tabby, think of all the fusses people keep out of who promptly settle down at the appointed time and become peaceful old maids. How sensible we were, Tabby, you and Missis.
But doesn"t it seem to you that people marry from very mixed motives? I used to have an idea--when I was painfully young, of course--that they married because they were so fortunate as to fall in love with each other.
Are you quite sure that foolish notion is out of your head too?
VI
THE LONELY CHILDHOOD OF A CLEVER CHILD
"Is it so bad, then, to be misunderstood?... To be great is to be misunderstood."
I have been away since early last summer, and consequently never had seen Flossy"s new baby until the newness had worn off, and it had arrived at the dignity of a backbone, and had left its wobbly period far behind. I am in mortal terror of a very little baby. It feels so much like a sponge, yet lacks the sponge"s recuperative qualities. I am always afraid if I dent it the dents will stay in. You know they don"t in a sponge.
As soon as I came home, of course I went to see Flossy"s baby, and was very much disconcerted to discover that she had named it for me. I was afraid, I remember, that she would want to name the first girl for me, but she did not. She named her after Rachel. I had an uncomfortable idea, however, that my name had been discussed and vetoed, by either Flossy or Bronson. But this time the baby is named Ruth, and I found that it was all Flossy"s doing.
I was irritated without knowing why. I didn"t want anybody to know it though, and so I was vexed when Bronson said to me, "I couldn"t help it, Ruth." There was no use in pretending not to understand. I could with some men, but not with Bronson. He is too magnificently honest himself, and uplifts me by expecting me to be equally so. Nevertheless I failed him in one particular, for I answered him in my loftiest manner, "I am not at all displeased. It is a great compliment, I am sure."
There is nothing so uncivil at times as to be cuttingly polite. What I said wasn"t so at all. But a woman is obliged to defend herself from a man who reads her like an open book.
Flossy does not like children, and poor little Rachel never has had a life of roses. Flossy says children are such a care and require so much attention.
"Rachel was all that I could attend to, and here all winter I have had another one on my hands to keep me at home, and make me lose sleep, and grow old before my time. I don"t see why such burdens have to be put upon people. Children are too thick in this world any way."
She fretted on in this strain for some time, until Bronson looked up and said,
"Don"t, Flossy. You don"t mean what you say. Do tell her the little thing is welcome."
"I do mean what I say," answered Flossy.
Then, as Bronson left the room abruptly, Flossy said,
"And I was determined to name her after you. Bronson didn"t want me to. He said you wouldn"t thank me for it, but I told him that Rachel Percival was quite delighted with her namesake."
I hid my indignantly smarting eyes in the folds of the baby"s dress, as I held her up before my face, and made her laugh at the flowers in my hat.
Flossy thought I was not listening to her with sufficient interest; so she got up and crossed the room with that little stumble of hers, which used to be so taking with the men when she was a girl, and took Ruth away from me.
There was a great contrast between the two children. Rachel Herrick is a shy child, with a delicate, refined face, lighted by wonderful gray eyes like Bronson"s. I do not understand her. She seems afraid of me, and I confess I am equally afraid of her. Even Rachel Percival does not get on with her very well, although she has bravely tried. The child spends most of her time in the library, devouring all the books she can lay her hands on. Little Ruth is a round, soft, fluffy baby, all dimples and smiles and good-nature, willing to roll or crawl into anybody"s lap or affections. A very good baby to exhibit, for strangers delight in her, and pet her just as people always have petted Flossy. Rachel stands mutely watching all such demonstrations, her pale face rigid with some emotion, and her eyes brilliant and hard. She is not a child one would dare take liberties with.
No one ever pets her. Flossy complains continually of her to visitors and to Bronson, so that Bronson has gotten into the way of reproving her mechanically whenever his eye rests upon her. Her very presence, always silent, always inwardly critical, seems to irritate her parents. She was not doing a thing, but sitting sedately, with a heavy book on her lap, watching the baby, with that curious expression on her face; but Flossy couldn"t let her alone.
"Baby loves her mother, doesn"t she? She is not like naughty sister Rachel, who won"t do anything but read, and never loves anybody but herself. Sister says bad things to poor sick mamma, and mamma can"t love her, can she? But mamma loves her pretty, sweet baby, so she does."
Rachel glanced at me with a hunted look in her eyes which wrung my heart.
But, before I could think, she slid down and the big book fell with a crash to the floor. She ran towards the baby with a wicked look on her small face, and the baby leaped and held out its hands, but Rachel clenched her teeth, and slapped the outstretched hand as she rushed past her and out of the room.
Poor little Ruth looked at the red place on her hand a minute, then her lip quivered, and she began to cry pitifully.
I instinctively looked to see Flossy gather her up to comfort her. It is so easy to dry a child"s tears with a little love. But she rang for the nurse and fretfully exclaimed,
"Isn"t that just like her! I declare I can"t see why a child of mine should have such a wicked temper. Here, Simpson, take this young nuisance and stop her crying. Oh, poor little me! Ruth, I"m thankful that you have no children to wear your life out."
I dryly remarked that I too considered it rather a cause for grat.i.tude, and came away.
Poor little Rachel Herrick! Unlovely as her action was, I cannot help thinking that it was unpremeditated; that it was the unexpected result of some strong inward feeling. She looked like one who was justly indignant, and, considering what Flossy had said, I felt that her anger was righteous. That her disposition is unfortunate cannot be denied. She seems already to be an Ishmaelite, for whenever she speaks it is to fling out a remark so biting in its sarcasm, so bitter and satirical, that Flossy is afraid of her, and Bronson reproves her with unnecessary severity, because her offence is that of a grown person, which her childish stature mocks.
Other children both fear and hate her. They resent her cleverness. They like to use her wits to organize their plays, but they never include her, for she always wants to lead, feeling, doubtless, that she inherently possesses the qualities of a leader, and chafing, as a heroic soul must, under inferior management. Flossy makes her go out to play regularly with them every day, but it is a pitiful sight, for she feels her unpopularity, and children are cruel to each other with the cruelty of vindictive dulness; so Rachel, after standing about among them forlornly for a while, like a stray robin among a flock of little owls, comes creeping in alone, and sits down in the library with a book. She is the loneliest child I ever knew. If she cared, people would at least be sorry for her; but she seems to love no one, never seeks sympathy if she is hurt, repels all attempts to ease pain, and cures herself with her beloved books. I never saw any one kiss or offer to pet her, but they make a great fuss over the baby, and Rachel watches them with glittering eyes. I thought once that it was jealousy, and, going up to her, laid my hand on her head, but she shook it off as if it had been a viper, and ran out of the room.
I had grown very fond of my namesake, and used to go there when Flossy was away, and sit in the nursery. The nurse told me once that Mrs. Herrick saw so little of the baby that it was afraid, and cried at the sight of her. I reproved her for speaking in that manner of her mistress, but she only tossed her head knowingly, and I dropped the subject. Servants often are aware of more than we give them credit for.
Sat.u.r.day before Easter I stopped at Flossy"s, but she was not at home. I left some flowers for her, and asked to see the baby, but the nurse said she was asleep.