"Graduation from high school" ranks second in importance only to a wedding in rural New England families. For not only the "Graduating Exercises" themselves, with their "Salutatory" and "Valedictory"
addresses, their "Cla.s.s History" and "Cla.s.s Prophecy," their essays and songs, const.i.tute a great occasion, but there is also the all-day excursion of picnic character; the "Baccalaureate Sermon" in the largest church; the "Prize Speaking" in the nearest "Opera House"; and last, but not least, the "Graduation Ball" in the Town Hall. The boys suffer agonies in patent-leather boots, high, stiff collars and blue serge suits; the girls suffer torments of jealousy over the fortunate few whose white organdie dresses come "ready-made" straight from Boston. The Valedictorian, the winner at "Prize Speaking," the belle of the parties, are great and glorious beings somewhat set apart from the rest of the graduates; and long after housework and farming are peacefully resumed again, the success of "our cla.s.s" is a topic of enduring interest.
A wedding brings even more in its train. The bride"s house, where the marriage service, as well as the wedding reception, generally takes place, must be swept and scoured from attic to cellar, and, if possible, painted and papered as well. Guest-rooms must be set in order for visiting members of the family, and the bridal feast prepared and served without the help of caterers. The express office is haunted for incoming wedding presents, and though the destination of "the trip"--generally to Montreal or Niagara Falls if the happy pair can afford it--is a well-guarded secret, the trousseau and the gifts, as they arrive, stand in proud display for the neighbors to run in and admire, and the prospective bride and groom, self-conscious and blushing, attend divine service together in the face of a smiling and whispering congregation.
It was small wonder, then, that the Gray family, with the prospect of a graduation and a wedding within a few days of each other before it, was thrown into a ferment of excitement compared to which the hilarity of the Christmas holidays was but a mild ripple. Molly had won a scholarship at the Conservatory, and was beginning to show some talent for musical composition; Katherine was the Valedictorian of her cla.s.s; Edith had every dance engaged for the ball; and though Thomas had not distinguished himself in any special way, he had kept a good average all the year in his studies, and managed to be very nearly self-supporting by the outside "ch.o.r.es" he had done at college, and it was felt that he, too, deserved much credit, and that his home-coming would be a joyful event. He was trying out "practical experiments" with his cla.s.s, and could promise only to arrive "just in time"; but Molly, who headed her letters with the notes of the wedding march, and said that she was practising it every night, wrote that she would be home _plenty_ long enough beforehand to help with _everything_, and that mother _simply mustn"t_ get all worn out working too hard with the house-cleaning; Sadie and James were coming home for a week, to take in both festivities, though Sadie must be "careful not to overdo just now." Katherine was entirely absorbed in her determination to get "over ninety" in every one of her final examinations; and Mr. and Mrs. Gray were both so busy and so preoccupied that Edith and Peter were left to pursue the course of true love un.o.bserved and undisturbed.
The effect which Austin"s letter to his mother, written the night after he reached New York, produced in a household already pitched so high, may readily be imagined. A thunderbolt casually exploding in their midst could not have effected half such a shock of surprise, or the gift of all the riches of the Orient so much joy. And when, a week later, he came home bringing Sylvia with him--a new Sylvia, laughing, crying, blushing, as shy as a girl surprised at her first tete-a-tete, Mr. and Mrs. Gray welcomed the little lady they loved so well as their daughter.
Those were great days for Mrs. Elliott, who, as mother of the prospective bridegroom, as well as Mrs. Gray"s most intimate friend, enjoyed especial privileges; and as she was not averse to sharing her information and experiences, the entire village joyfully fell upon the morsels of choice gossip with which she regaled them.
"I don"t believe any house in the village ever held so many elegant clothes at once," she declared. "For besides all Sally"s things, which are just too sweet for anything, there"s Katherine"s graduation dress an"
ball-dress, an" a third one, mind, to wear when she"s bridesmaid--most girls would think they was pretty lucky to have any one of the three!
Edith has a bridesmaid"s dress just like hers, an" a bright yellow one for the ball, an" Molly"s maid-of-honor"s outfit is handsomest of all--pale pink silk, draped over kind of careless-like with chif_fon_, an" shoes an" silk stockin"s to match. An" Mis" Gray, besides that pearl-colored satin Austin brought her from Europe, has a lavender brocade! "I didn"t feel to need it at all," she told me, "but Sylvia just insisted. "Two nice dresses aren"t a bit too many for you to have," says Sylvia; "the gray one will be lovely for church all summer, an" after Sally"s weddin", you can put away the lavender for--Austin"s," she finished up, blushin" like a rose." "Have you any idea when that"s goin"
to be?" I couldn"t help askin". "No," says Mis" Gray, "I wish I had.
Howard an" I tried to persuade her to be married the same night as Sally!
I"ve always admired a double-weddin". But she wouldn"t hear of it, an" I must say I was surprised to see her so set against it, an" that Austin didn"t urge her a bit, either, for they just set their eyes by each other, any one can see that, an" there ain"t a thing to hinder "em from gettin" married to-morrow, that I know of, if they want to--unless perhaps they think it"s too soon," she ended up, kinder meanin"-like."
"The presents are somethin" wonderful," Mrs. Elliott related on another occasion. "Sally"s uncle out in Seattle--widower of her that left Austin all that money--has sent her a whole dinner-set, white with pink roses on it--twelve dozen pieces in all, countin" vegetable dishes, bone-plates, an" a soup-tureen. She"s had sixteen pickle-forks, ten bon-bon spoons, an" eight cut-gla.s.s whipped-cream bowls, but I dare say they"ll all come in handy, one way or another, an" it makes you feel good to have so many generous friends. Austin"s insisted on givin" her one of them Holst_een_ cows he fetched over from Holland, an" Fred says it"s one of the most valuable things she"s got, though I should feel as if any good bossy, raised right here in Hamstead, would probably do "em just as well, an"
that he might have chosen somethin" a little more tasty. Ain"t men queer?
Sylvia? Oh, she"s given her a whackin" big check--enough so Sally can pay all her "personal expenses," as she calls "em all her life, an" never touch the princ.i.p.al at that; an" a big box of knives an" forks an"
spoons--"a chest of flat silver" she calls it, an" a silver tea-set to match--awful plain pattern they are, but Sally likes "em. Yes, it"s nice of her, but it ain"t any more than I expected. She"s got plenty of money--why shouldn"t she spend it?"
Only once did Mrs. Elliott say anything unpleasant, and the village, knowing her usually sharp tongue, thought she did remarkably well, and took but little stock in this particular speech.
"I"m glad it"s Sally Fred picked out, an" not one of the other girls,"
she declared; "she"s twenty-nine years old now--a good, sensible age--pleasant an" easy-goin", same"s her mother is, an" yet real capable.
Ruth always was a silly, incompetent little thing--she has to hire help most of the time, with nothin" in the world to do but cook for Frank, look after that little tiny house, take care of them two babies, an" go into the store off an" on when business is rushin". Molly"s head is full of nothin" but music, an" Katherine"s of books. As to that pretty little fool, Edith, I"m glad she ain"t my daughter, runnin" round all the time with that Dutch boy, an" her parents both so possessed with the idea that she ain"t out of her cradle yet--she bein" the youngest--that they can"t see it. Peter ain"t the only one she keeps company with either--if he was, it wouldn"t be so bad, for I guess he"s a good enough boy, though I can"t understand a mortal word he says, an" them foreigners all have a kinder vacant look, to me. But the other night I was took awful sudden with one of them horrible attacks of indigestion I"m subject to--we"d had rhubarb pie for supper, an" "twas just elegant, but I guess I ate too much of it, an" the telephone wouldn"t work on account of the thunderstorm we"d had that day--seems like that there"d been a lot of them this season--so Joe had to hitch up an" go for the doctor. As he went past the cemetery, he see Edith leanin" over the fence with that no-count Jack Weston--an" it was past midnight, too!"
In the midst of such general satisfaction, it was perhaps inevitable that at least one person should not be pleased. And that person, as will be readily guessed, was Thomas. Sylvia, thinking the blow might fall more bearably from his brother"s hand than from hers, relegated the task of writing him to Austin; and Austin, with a wicked twinkle in his eye, wrote him in this wise:
DEAR THOMAS:
When you made that little break that I warned you against this spring, Sylvia probably offered to be a sister to you. I believe that is usual on such occasions. You have doubtless noticed that she is exceptionally truthful for a girl, so--largely to keep her word to you, perhaps--she decided a little while ago to marry me. Of course, I tried to dissuade her from this plan, but you know she is also stubborn. There seems to be nothing for me to do but to fall in with it. I don"t know yet when the execution is going to take place, and though, of course, it would be a relief in a way if I did, I am not finding the death sentence without its compensations. Why don"t you come home over some Sunday, and see how well I am bearing up? Sylvia told me to ask you, with her love, or I should not bother, for I am naturally a little loath, even now, to have so dangerous a rival, as you proved yourself in your spring vacation, too much in evidence.
Your affectionate brother
AUSTIN
P.S. Have you taken any more ladies to Moving-Picture Palaces lately?
Needless to say, if Sylvia had seen this epistle, it would not have gone.
But she did not. Austin took good care of that. And Thomas did come home--without waiting for Sunday. He rushed to the Dean"s office, and told him there had been a death in the family. It is probable that, at the moment, he felt that this was true. At any rate, the Dean, looking at the boy"s flushed cheeks and heavy eyes, did not doubt it for an instant.
"Of course, you must go home at once," he said kindly; "wait a minute, my Ford"s at the door. I"ll run you down to the station--you can just catch the one o"clock. I"ll tell one of the fellows to express a suit-case to you this evening."
Travel on the Central Vermont Railroad is safe, but its best friend cannot maintain that it is swift. To get from Lake Champlain to the Connecticut River requires several changes, much patient waiting in small and uninteresting stations for connections, and the consumption of considerable time. It was a little after seven when Thomas, dinnerless and supperless, reached Hamstead, and plodding doggedly up the road in a heavy rain, met Mr. and Mrs. Elliott just starting out in their buggy for Thursday evening prayer meeting.
"Pull up, Joe," the latter said excitedly, as she spied the boy advancing towards them. "I do declare, there"s Thomas Gray comin" up the road. I wonder if he"s been expelled, or only suspended. I must find out, so"s I can tell the folks about it after meetin", an" go down an" comfort Mary the first thing in the mornin" after I get them tomato plants set out. I always thought Thomas was some steadier than Austin, but Burlington"s a gay place, an" he"s probably got in with wild companions up there. Do you suppose it"s some cheap little show girl, or gettin" in liquor by express from over in New York State, or forgin" a check on account of gamblin"
debts? I know how boys spend their time while they"re gettin" educated, you can"t tell me. Or maybe he hasn"t pa.s.sed some examination. He never was extra bright. Failed everything, probably.--Good-evenin", Thomas, it"s nice to see you back, but quite a surprise, it not bein" vacation time or nothin". I suppose everything"s goin" fine at college, ain"t it?"
Thomas had never loved Mrs. Elliott, and lately he had come as near hating her as he was capable of hating anybody. He longed inexpressibly to cast a withering scowl in her direction, and pa.s.s on without answering. But his inborn civility was greater than his aversion. He pulled off his cap and stopped.
"Yes, everything"s all right--I guess," he said, rather stupidly. Then a brilliant inspiration struck him. "I"ve been doing so well in my studies that they"ve given me a few days off to come home. That doesn"t often happen--they made an exception in my case."
It was seldom that the slow-witted Thomas was blessed with one of these flights of fancy. For a minute he felt almost cheered. Mrs.
Elliott was baffled.
"Do tell," she exclaimed. "It must be a rare thing--I never hear the like of it before. I"m most surprised you didn"t take advantage of such a chance to go down to Boston an" see Molly. Didn"t feel"s you could afford it, I suppose. I guess she"s kinder lonely down there. She don"t seem to get acquainted real fast. You"d think, with all the people there _are_ in Boston, she wouldn"t ha" had much trouble, but then Molly"s manner ain"t in her favor, an" I suppose folks in the city is real busy--must be awful hard to keep house, livin" the way they do. I don"t think much of city life. The last time Joe an" I went down on the excursion, we see the Charles River, an" the Old Ladies" Home, an" the Chamber of Horrors down on Washington Street, but we was real glad to come home. There was somethin" the matter with the lock to our suit-case, an" we couldn"t get it undone all the time we was there, but fortunately it was real warm weather, so we really didn"t suffer none. I thought by this time Molly might have a beau, but then, Molly"s real plain. If the looks could ha"
ben divided up more even between her an" Edith, same"s the brains between you an" Austin, "twould ha" ben a good thing, wouldn"t it? But then you say you"re gettin" on well now, an" in time some man may marry her, so"s he can set an" listen to her play when he comes in tired from his ch.o.r.es at night. I"ve heard of sech things. An" then there"s quite a bunch of love-affairs in the family already, ain"t there?"
"Yes," said Thomas angrily, "there is."
Mrs. Elliott was quick to mark his tone. She nudged her husband.
"Well, well," she said playfully, "Austin"s cut you out, ain"t he? Mr.
Jessup was in the race for a while, too, an" I thought he was runnin"
pretty good, but you know we read in the Bible it don"t always go to the swift. An" Austin may not get her after all--I hear there"s several in New York as well an" she might change her mind. I never set much stock in young men marryin" widows myself. Seems like there"s plenty of nice girls as ought to have a chance. An" Sylvia"s awful high-toned, an" stubborn as a mule--I dunno"s she an" Austin will be able to stick it out, he"s some set himself. I shouldn"t wonder if it all got broke off, an" I"m not sayin" it mightn"t be for the best if it was. But I don"t deny Sylvia"s real pretty an" generous, an" I like her s.p.u.n.k. I was tellin" Joe only yesterday--"
"I"m afraid I"m keeping you from meeting," said Thomas desperately, and strode off down the road.
The barn--the beautiful new barn that Sylvia had made possible and that had filled his heart with such joy and pride--was still lighted. He walked straight to it, and met Peter coming out of the door. Peter stared his surprise.
"Where"s my brother?" asked Thomas roughly.
"Mr. Gray ben still in the barn vorking. It"s too bad he haf so much to do--he don"t get much time mit de missus--den she tink he don"t vant to come. I"m glad you"re back, Mr. Thomas. I vas yust gon in to get ve herd book for him. I took it in to show Edit" someting I vant to explain to her, and left it in ve house. Most dum."
"You needn"t bring it back. I want to see him alone."
Peter nodded, his bewilderment growing, and disappeared. Thomas flung himself down the long stable, without once glancing at the row of beautiful cows, his footsteps echoing on the concrete, to the office at the farther end. The door was open, and Austin sat at the roll-top desk, which was littered with account books, transfer sheets, and pedigree cards, typewriting vigorously. He sprang up in surprise.
"Why, Thomas!" he exclaimed cordially. "Where did you drop from? I"m awfully glad to see you!"
"You d.a.m.ned mean deceitful skunk!" cried the boy, slamming the door behind him, and ignoring his brother"s outstretched hand. "I"d like to smash every bone in your body until there wasn"t a piece as big as a toothpick left of you! You made me think you didn"t care a rap about her--you said I wasn"t worthy of her--that I was an ignorant farmer and she was a great lady. That"s true enough--but I"m just as good as you are, every bit! I know you"ve done all sorts of rotten things I never have! But just the same this is the first time I ever thought that you--or any Gray--wasn"t _square_! And then you write me a letter about her like that--as if she"d flung herself at your head--_Sylvia_!"
Austin"s conscience smote him. He had never seen Thomas"s side before; and neither he nor any other member of the family had guessed how much their incessant teasing had hurt, or how hard the younger brother had been hit. In the extremely unsentimental way common in New England, these two were very fond of each other, and he realized that Thomas"s affection, which was very precious to him, would be gone forever if he did not set him right at once.
"Look here," he said, forcing Thomas into the swivel chair, and seating himself on the desk, ignoring the papers that fell fluttering to the floor, "you listen to me. You"ve got everything crooked, and it"s my fault, and I"m darned sorry. I never told you I cared for Sylvia, not because I wanted to deceive you, but because I cared so everlasting _much_, from the first moment I set eyes on her, that I couldn"t talk about it. No one else guessed either--you weren"t the only one. The funny part of it is, that _she_ didn"t! She thought, because I steered pretty clear of her, out of a sense of duty, that I didn"t like her especially. Imagine--not liking Sylvia! Ever hear of any one who didn"t like roses, Thomas? But I never dreamed that she"d have me--or even of asking her to! As to throwing herself at my head--well, she put it that way herself once, and I shut her up pretty quick--you"ll find out how to do it yourself some day, with some other girl, though, of course, it doesn"t look that way to you now--but I can"t give you that treatment! I guess I"ll have to tell you--though I never expected to tell a living soul--just how it did happen. It"s--it"s the sort of thing that is too sacred to share with any one, even any one that I think as much of as I do of you--but I"ve got to make you believe that, five minutes beforehand, I had no idea it was going to occur." And as briefly and honestly as he could, he told Thomas how Sylvia had come to him while he was making his bonfire, and what had taken place afterwards. Then, with still greater feeling in his voice, he went on: "There"s something else I haven"t told any one else either, and that is, that I can"t for a single instant get away from the thought that, even now, I"m not going to get her. I know I haven"t any right to her and I don"t feel sure that I can make her happy--that she can respect me as much as a girl ought to respect the man she"s going to marry. I certainly don"t think I"m any worthier of her than you--or as worthy--never did for a minute. I _have_ done lots of rotten things, and you"ve always been as straight as a string--and you"d better thank the Lord you have! When you get engaged you won"t have to go through what I have! But you see the difference is, as far as Sylvia and you and I are concerned"--he hesitated, his throat growing rough, his ready eloquence checked--"Sylvia likes you ever so much; she thinks you"re a fine boy, and that by and by you"ll want to marry a fine girl; but I"m a man already, and young as she is, Sylvia"s a woman--and G.o.d knows why--she loves me!"
Austin glanced at Thomas. The anger was dying out of the boy"s face, and unashamed tears were standing in his eyes.
"A lot," added Austin huskily. Then, after a long pause: "Won"t you have a whiskey-and-soda with me--I"ve got some in the cupboard here for emergencies, while we talk over some of this business I was deep in when you came in? There are any number of things I"ve been anxious to get your opinion on--you"ve got lots of practical ability and good judgment in places where I"m weak, and I miss you no end when you"re where I can"t get at you--I certainly shall be glad when you"re through your course, and home for good! And after we get this mess straightened out"--he bent over to pick up the scattered sheets--"we"d better go in together and find Sylvia, hadn"t we?"
CHAPTER XVI