"I"m going to tear down a part.i.tion," she went on excitedly as they ploughed through the snow together, "and have one big living-room on the left of the front door; on the right of it a big bedroom--I"ve always _pined_ for a downstairs bedroom--I don"t know why, but I never had one till I came to your house--with a bathroom and dressing-room behind it; the dining-room and kitchen will be in the ell. I"m sure I can make that unfinished attic into three more bedrooms, and another bathroom, but I want to see what you think. I"m going to have a great deep piazza all around it, and a flower-garden--and--"
She could hardly wait to get there. Her enthusiasm was contagious. Austin soon found himself making suggestions, helping her in her plans. They went through every nook and corner of the tiny cottage; he had not dreamed that it possessed the possibilities that Sylvia immediately found in it. They stayed a long time, and walked home over fields of snow which the sinking sun was turning rosy in its glowing light. That evening Austin came for his lesson again.
By the second of January, the last of the visitors had gone, and the old Gray place was restored to the order and quiet which had reigned before the holidays began. Mrs. Gray was lonely, but her mind was at ease. She had been watching Austin closely, and it seemed quite clear to her that Uncle Mat was mistaken about him. The idea that her favorite son was going to be made unhappy was quickly dismissed; and in her rejoicing over the first payment on their debt at the bank, and in the new position of importance and consequence which her husband was beginning to occupy in the neighborhood, it was soon completely forgotten. The succeeding months seemed to prove her right; and the all-absorbing interest in the family was Mr. Gray"s election to the Presidency of the Cooperative Creamery a.s.sociation of Hamstead, and his probable chances of being nominated as First Selectman--in place of Silas Jones, recently deceased--at March Town Meeting.
CHAPTER X
Wallacetown, the railroad centre which lay five miles south of Hamstead across the Connecticut River, was generally regarded by the agricultural community in its vicinity as a den of iniquity. This opinion was not deserved. Wallacetown was progressive and prosperous; its high school ranked with the best in the State, its shops were excellent, its buildings, both public and private, neat and attractive. There were several reasons, however, for the "slams" which its neighbors gave it.
Its population, instead of being composed largely of farmers, the sons, grandsons, and great-grandsons of the "old families" who had first settled the valley, was made up of railway employees and officials, and of merchants who had come there at a later date. Close team-work between them and the dwellers in Hamstead, White Water, and other villages near at hand, would have worked out for the advantage of both. But unfortunately they did not realize this. Wallacetown was also the only town in the vicinity where a man "could raise a thirst" as Austin put it, Vermont being "dry," and New Hampshire, at this time, "local option."
Probably, from the earliest era, young men have been thirsty, and their parents have bemoaned the fact. It is not hard to imagine Eve wringing her hands over Cain and Abel when they first sampled generously the beverage they had made from the purple grapes which grew so plentifully near the Garden of Eden. Wallacetown also offered "b.a.l.l.s," not occasionally, but two or three times a week. The Elks Hall, the Opera House, and even the Parish House were constantly being thrown open, and a local orchestra flourished. These "b.a.l.l.s" were usually quite as innocent as those that took place in larger cities, under more elegant and exclusive surroundings; but the stricter Methodists and Congregationalists of the countryside did not believe in dancing at all, especially when there might be a "ginger-ale high-ball" or a gla.s.s of ale connected with it. Besides, there were two poolrooms and a wide street paved with asphalt, and brilliantly lighted down both sides. Trains ran--and stopped--by night as well as by day, and Sundays as well as week-days. In short, Wallacetown was up-to-date. That alone, in the eyes of Hamstead, was enough to condemn it. And when an enterprising citizen opened a Moving-Picture Palace, and promptly made an enormous success of it, Mrs. Elliott could no longer restrain herself.
"It"s something scandalous," she declared, "to see the boys an" girls who would be goin" to Christian Endeavor or Epworth League if they"d ben brought up right, crowdin" "round the entrance doors lookin" at the posters, an" payin" out good money that ought to go into the missionary boxes for the heathen in the Sandwich Islands, to go an" see filums of wimmen without half enough clothes on. We read in the _Wallacetown Bugle_ that there was goin" to be a picture called "The Serpent of the Nile" an"
Joe an" I thought we could risk that, it sounded kinder geographical an"
instructive. Of course we went mostly to see the new buildin" an" who else would be there, anyway. But land! the serpent was a girl dressed in the main in beads an" a pleasant smile. She loafed around on hard-lookin"
sofas that was set right out in the open air, an" seemed to have more beaux than wimmen-friends. I"m always suspicious of that kind of a woman.
I wanted to leave right away, as soon as I see what it was goin" to be like, but Joe wouldn"t. He wanted to set right there until it was over.
He seemed to feel afraid some one might see us comin" out, an" that maybe we better stay until the very end, so"s we wouldn"t be noticed, slippin"
out with the crowd.--Have you took cold, Sylvia? You seem to have a real bad cough."
Sylvia, who had been sewing peacefully beside the sunny kitchen window filled with geraniums, rose hastily, and left Mrs. Gray alone with her friend. Having gained the hall in safety, she sank down on the stairs, and laughed until the tears rolled down her cheeks. And here Austin, coming in a moment later, found her.
"What on earth--?" he began, and then, without even pursuing his question, sat down beside her and joined in her laugh. "What would you do?" he said at last, when some semblance of order had been restored, "without Mrs. Elliott? Considering the quiet life you lead, you must be simply pining for amus.e.m.e.nt."
"I am," said Sylvia. "Austin--let"s go to the movies in Wallacetown to-morrow night."
Austin, suddenly grave, shook his head. "Shows" in Wallacetown were a.s.sociated in his mind with a period in his life when he had very nearly broken his mother"s heart, and which he had now put definitely behind him. The idea of connecting Sylvia, even in the most remote way, with that period, was abhorrent to him.
"Why not?" she asked defiantly.
"Well, for one thing, the roads are awful. This combination in March of melting snow and mud is worse than anything I know of--ruts and holes and slush. It would take us over an hour to get there."
"And three to get back, I suppose," said Sylvia pertly; "we could go in my motor."
"I haven"t taken out the new license for this year yet. Besides, though I believe the movies are very good for a place the size of Wallacetown, of course, they can"t be equal to what you"ll be seeing in New York pretty soon. Wait and go there."
"I won"t!" said Sylvia, springing up. "I"ll get Thomas to take me. You always have some excuse when I want you to do anything. Why don"t you say right out that you don"t care to go?"
Sylvia expected denials and protestations. She was disappointed. Thomas had arrived home for his long spring vacation a few days before, and had promptly begun to follow Sylvia about like a shadow. Austin, who never sought her out except for his French lessons, had endeavored to remonstrate with his younger brother. The boy flared up, with such unusual and unreasonable anger, that Austin had decided it was wiser not to try to spare him any longer, but to let "him make a fool of himself and have it over with." When Sylvia made her tart speech, it suddenly flashed through his mind that a ten-mile ride, without possibility of interruption, was an excellent opportunity for this. He therefore grinned so cheerfully that Sylvia was more puzzled and piqued than ever.
"I"m sure Thomas would be tickled to death to take you," he said enthusiastically; "I"ll get the car registered the first thing in the morning, and he can spend the afternoon washing and oiling it. It really needs a pretty thorough going-over. It"ll do my heart good to see him in his old clothes for once. He seems to have entirely overlooked the fact that he was to spend this vacation being pretty useful on the farm, and not sighing at your heels dressed in the height of fashion as he understands it. He"s wearing out the mat in front of the bureau, he stands there so much, and I"ve hardly had a chance for a shave or a tub since he got here. He locks himself in the bathroom and spends hours manicuring his nails and putting bay-rum on his hair. He--All right, I won"t if you say so! But, Sylvia, you ought to make a real spree of this, and go in to the drug-store for an ice-cream soda after the show."
"Is that the usual thing?"
"It"s the most usual thing that I should recommend to you. Of course, there are others--
"Austin, you are really getting to be the limit. Go tell Thomas I want him."
"With pleasure. I haven"t," murmured Austin, "had a chance to tell him that so far. He"s never been far enough off--except when he was getting ready to come. That"s probably what he"s doing now. I"ll go upstairs and see."
Austin had guessed right. Thomas stood in front of the mirror, shining with cleanliness, knotting a red silk tie. He had reached that stage in a young man"s life when clothes were temporarily of supreme importance.
Gone was the shy and shabby ploughboy of a year before. This self-a.s.sertive young gentleman was clad in a checked suit in which green was a predominating color, a black-and-white striped shirt, and chocolate-colored shoes. His hair, still dripping with moisture, was brushed straight back from his forehead and the smell of perfumed soap hung heavy about him.
"Hullo," he said, eyeing his brother"s intrusion with disfavor, "how dirty you are!"
Austin, whose khaki and corduroy garments made him look more than ever like a splendid bronze statue, nodded cheerfully.
"I know. But some one"s got to work. We can"t have two lilies of the field on the same farm.--Sylvia wants to speak to you."
"Do you know why?" asked Thomas, promptly displaying more dispatch.
"I think she intends to suggest that you should take her to the moving-pictures in Wallacetown to-morrow night. She doesn"t get much amus.e.m.e.nt here, and now that she"s feeling so much stronger again, I think she rather craves it."
"Of course she does," said Thomas, "and if you weren"t the most selfish, pig-headed, blind bat that ever flew, you"d have seen that she got it, long before this. Where is she?"
It seemed to the impatient Thomas that the next evening would never arrive. All night, and all the next day, he planned for it exultantly. He was to have the chance which the ungrateful Austin had seen fit to cast away. He would show Sylvia how much he appreciated it. Through the long afternoon, suddenly grown unseasonably warm, he toiled on the motor until it was spick and span from top to bottom and from end to end. He was careful to start his labors early enough to allow a full hour to dress before supper, cautioned his mother a dozen times to be sure there was enough hot water left in the boiler for a deep bath, and laid out fresh and gorgeous garments on the bed before he began his ablutions. He was amazed to find, when he came downstairs, that Sylvia, who had tramped over to the brick cottage that afternoon, was still in the short muddy skirt and woolly sweater that she had worn then, poking around in the yard testing the earth for possibilities of early gardening.
"The frost has come out a good deal to-day," she said, wiping grimy little hands on an equally grimy handkerchief; "I expect the mud will be awful these next few weeks, but I can get in sweet peas and ever-bearing strawberries pretty soon now."
"We"ll have to start right after supper," said Thomas, by way of a delicate hint. He did not feel that it was proper for him to suggest to Sylvia that her present costume was scarcely suitable to wear if she were to accompany him to a "show."
"Start?" Sylvia looked puzzled. Then she remembered that in a moment of pique with Austin she had arranged to go to Wallacetown with Thomas. As she thought it over, it appealed to her less and less. "You mean to Wallacetown? I"m afraid I"d forgotten all about it, I"ve been so busy to-day. I wonder if we"d better try it? The warmth to-day won"t have improved the roads any, and they were pretty bad before."
Thomas felt as if he should choke. That she should treat so casually the evening towards which he had been counting the moments for twenty-four hours seemed almost unbearable. He strove, however, to maintain his dignified composure.
"Just as you say, of course," he replied with hurt coolness.
Sylvia glanced at him covertly, and the corners of her mouth twitched.
"I suppose we may as well try it," she said. "Do you suppose some of the others would like to come with us? There"s plenty of room for everybody."
Again Thomas choked. This was the last thing that he desired. How was he to disclose to Sylvia the wonderful secret that he adored her with the whole family sitting on the back seat?
"I don"t believe they could get ready now," he said; "they didn"t know you expected them to go, you see, and there"s really awfully little time." He took out his watch.
Sylvia fled. Twenty minutes later she appeared at the supper-table, clad in a soft black lace dress, slightly low in the neck, her arms only partially concealed by transparent, flowing sleeves, her waving hair coiled about her head like a crown. She had on no jewels--only the little star that Austin had given her--and the gown was the sort of demi-toilette which two years before she would have considered hardly elaborate enough for dinner alone in her own house. To the Grays, however, her costume represented the zenith of elegance, and Thomas began vaguely to feel that there was something the matter with his own appearance.
"Ought I to have put on my dress-suit?" he asked Austin in a stage-whisper, as Sylvia left the room to get her wraps.
The mere thought of a dress-suit at the Wallacetown "movies" was comic to the last degree, but the merciless Austin jumped at the suggestion.
"Why don"t you? You won"t be very late if you change quickly. You won"t need to take another bath, will you? I"ll bring round the car."
He showed himself, indeed, all that was helpful and amiable. He not only brought around the car, he went up and helped Thomas with stubborn studs and a refractory tie. He stood respectfully aside to let his brother wrap Sylvia"s coat around her, and held open the door of the car.