"You needn"t. I"ve got them. The heaviest kind of tanned buckskin boots.
And you all may laugh, but you just wait!"
"I"m not laughing; you know I"m not. I wish I could help you by convincing Aunt Olivia that you don"t need some of the things she insists on including. But, since I can"t, I"ll comfort you by a.s.suring you that Jefferson says he"s counting on your being one of the sort who will prove the great contention--that beauty and poetry _can_ be brought into the farmhouse."
Thus spoke Georgiana, though in her heart of hearts, as she watched Jeannette in all her costly elegance, at counter after counter, selecting supplies of one sort or another, she couldn"t help having her doubts whether a lifelong training in luxury could be turned into a fitness for living, in spite of many mitigations, the truly simple life.
These doubts, however, she suppressed, only dropping a word of caution here and there, which Jeannette took kindly, being eager to prove herself practical, and undoubtedly sincere in her longing to bring to James Stuart the helpmate he needed.
So came on the great day; and when it had arrived, and the Craigs were guests of Aunt Olivia, making ready for the ceremony, Georgiana had her chance to return to Stuart the support he had given her in the hour of her own marriage. She had just completed her dressing, and was about to descend with her husband to the waiting bridal party below, when Stuart came to their door.
Craig admitted him, and he entered, the dreaded white gloves in his hands, visible agitation on his brow.
"You young Hercules!" Georgiana cried. "Aren"t you splendid!"
"I feel anything but splendid," he returned nervously. "I look like a boiled lobster on a white platter!"
"Nonsense, man," denied Dr. Jefferson Craig, his hand on Stuart"s shoulder, "you"re the picture of a healthy young bridegroom. I"ve seen plenty of tallow candles standing up to be married; you"re a refreshing contrast."
After a minute of heartening talk, Craig slipped out of the room, leaving the two old friends together.
"Cheer up, Jimps," Georgiana bade Stuart, as she gave a straightening little touch to his white cravat, woman fashion. "This part won"t last long. And don"t be frightened when you catch sight of Jean in all her glory. She would much rather have been married as I was, you know, and she"s really precisely the same girl in spite of her veil. She worships you, and everything"s all right. Stop looking as if you wanted to run away!"
"But I do--if I could just take her with me," he answered, in such a melancholy tone that Georgiana laughed in his ruddy face.
"You can"t; this is the only way you can get her; so stand up straight and look everybody in the eye. You"re perfectly stunning in those clothes, and lots nicer to look at than most men. And Chester will take you serenely through all the forms, so you"ve nothing to worry about.
That"s right--give me a ghost of a smile. One would think you were about to be hung!"
"I came to you to be braced up, so it"s all right; but call off the dogs of war now. I did pretty well till I saw the total effect, and then I thought maybe Jean would wish she had a man who could turn pale instead of crimson. But I"m going through with it, and I don"t intend to look knockkneed, anyhow."
"Good for you. Just remember that Jean would swim through a flood of water to reach you, wedding gown and all, if the aisle should happen to be inundated, so you certainly can stand at the altar while she walks up that aisle."
"I sure can." And James McKenzie Stuart shook his broad shoulders, lifted his head, and held out both hands to Georgiana Craig. "Much obliged for the tonic. And, George--just remember, will you, that I"m precisely the same brother to you I"ve always been! Nothing can ever change that!"
"Of course you are," she agreed, with a rush of vivid recollections which brought a curious little smile to her lips. "Now go, my dear boy, and heaven bless you!"
Half an hour later, standing beside her husband in the flower-fragrant church, Georgiana watched with a beating heart to see Stuart bear himself like the man she knew him to be, in spite of all the pomp and ceremony to which he was such a stranger. She had been half angry, all the way through the preparations, that Aunt Olivia had insisted on every last detail of formality and ostentation--or so it had seemed to her, as unaccustomed as Stuart himself to the great church wedding with its long processional, its show of bridesmaids and flower girls, its ranks of ushers, its elaborate music, its pair of distinguished clergymen in full canonicals. But now, somehow, as the age-old words sounded upon her ears, it seemed to matter less under what circ.u.mstances they were spoken, so that the answers to the solemn questions came from the hearts of those who spoke them. And of this she could have no possible doubt.
By and by, when in her turn, back in the festally decorated house, she came to give the newly married pair her felicitations, she was well pleased to see Stuart quite himself again, smiling at her with the proud look of the bridegroom from whom no human being can wrest the prize he has just secured. And as she noted Jeannette"s equally evident happy content with the man she had married, Georgiana took courage for their future. Surely--surely--they could go from these scenes of luxury to the plainer life that awaited them, and miss nothing, so that they took with them, as they were doing, the one thing needful.
"It"s all right, I"m sure it"s all right, dears," she said to them, and she said it again to her husband when they were rushing back to New York by the first train after the bridal pair had gone.
"Yes, I think it is," he agreed. "It"s an interesting experiment, but not more hazardous than many another in the matrimonial line. If it succeeds Jeannette will come out a finer woman than she could ever have been by any other process. It"s amusing, though, to see her family.
Evidently they regard her as one lost to the world quite as much as if she had gone into a convent to take the vows perpetual."
"All but Uncle Thomas. He knows; he understands, little as he says. He grew up on a farm himself; he told me once that he could never smother the longing to get back to one. Poor Uncle Thomas, chained to a mahogany desk, with a Persian rug under his feet! That one little trip across the water, when the family went last year, was the only vacation he had taken in five years. And he came back on the next ship!"
"Jean and Stuart will have him often with them, see if they don"t."
"I hope so. Change is what he needs very badly. Change! Oh, if everybody could have that when they need it! How it does make lives over! I know--how I do know! It"s the deadly monotony that kills. Jean will bloom under the old farmhouse roof, away from all the fuss and frivolity she"s so tired of."
"You"ve done some blooming yourself," observed her husband, "though I"ll venture to say you work harder than you ever did before, even at the old loom."
She gave him a quick glance. "Oh, it wasn"t play I needed--just work--the sort of work I love. I have that now. I love the visits to the hospital, the looking after the patients you bring home, the taking notes of your lectures, the teaching of my evening cla.s.s of Italians--every bit of it is a delight. And then, when we do run away for a few hours, like this----"
"We enjoy it all the more for the contrast. Yes, I think we do. It"s a pretty fine partnership, and it grows more satisfying all the time.
Here"s hoping the two we"ve just seen start follow in our contented footsteps. A year from now we"ll know!"
CHAPTER XXIX
MILESTONES
Georgiana would not have believed that it would be a full year before she should have a chance to see for herself what sort of life Jeannette and Stuart were making for themselves under the conditions which seemed such doubtful ones. But so it turned out.
It had been before Jeannette"s marriage that Georgiana found a change coming in her own life, and the months of the summer and autumn which followed were busy with the happy preparations for the new experience.
In January her first son was born, and she learned that even a full and joyous partnership between two human beings is not the most complete thing that can happen to them. When she saw her husband take the round, little pink-blanketed bundle in his arms for the first time, and watched his face as he explored the tiny features for signs of the future, her heart beat high with such rich content as she had not dreamed of.
"Strange, isn"t it, dear!" Craig said, when he had laid the pink bundle back in the arms of the nurse, who bore it away to the pretty nursery close at hand. "It"s an old miracle always new, and never so wonderful as when it comes to us for the first time--how that little life can be neither you nor I, yet both of us in one. Big possibilities are wrapped up in that bit of flesh and blood; it"s going to be a great interest, the watching them begin to show."
"Oh, yes!" she murmured, lying quietly with her hand beneath her cheek, too weary and too happy for speech.
"I wonder if I dare to tell you how soon it was after I knew you that I began to think of you as playing this part in my life," he said very softly.
"Did you? I"m so glad." It was hardly more than a whisper.
"Are you glad? I often think a girl little dreams of how often that vision comes to a man long before she has thought of it at all. I was only a very young man when I began to think of it. Even when there was no woman in my mind I used to plan what I would do for my own son when I should have him. And when I saw you I thought--with the greatest reverence, darling: "If _she_ might be my son"s mother!""
He did not need the look her eyes gave him to tell him how this touched her. When he went quietly away to leave her for the long sleep she needed it was with the consciousness that the bond between them was more absolute than it had ever been.
It was in the following June, on the anniversary of the marriage of the James McKenzie Stuarts, that the Jefferson Craigs had their first opportunity to see with their own eyes how that marriage was prospering.
Letters from Jeannette had come to Georgiana from time to time, with an occasional postscript from Stuart, and these letters always breathed of happiness.
"But one can"t be perfectly sure from letters," Georgiana argued. "After all the opposition and skepticism they would never own to anybody that life didn"t flow like a rose-bordered stream. But one glimpse of their faces will tell the story. If Jeannette has a certain look I"ve often seen on the faces of girls who have been married about a year I shall guess what causes it. As for Jimps--he will be as easily read as an open book. Jeff, you won"t let anything prevent our being there for the fete they ask us for?"
"Nothing that I can foresee and provide for," Craig promised. "I"m quite as eager as you to discover how the transplanting of the hothouse plant into the hardy outdoor soil of the country has worked out. There are two results about equally probable in such cases--hardly equally probable, either. The natural result, I should fear, would be the dwindling and stunting of the growth, unless protected by expedients not common to the country, and fertilized until it should be really not growing in country soil at all."
"But the possible result?" urged Georgiana.
"The one we"re hoping for in this case--though I"m not sure how close an a.n.a.logy I can draw, being no gardener--is the gradual process of adaptation to environment, so that the plant takes on a hardier quality, at an unavoidable sacrifice in size of bloom but with a corresponding gain in st.u.r.diness and ability to bear the chilling winds and the beating sunlight of outdoors. Great size in a flower never appealed to me anyhow. I like a blossom that stands straight and firm upon its stem, that gives forth a clean, spicy fragrance and doesn"t wilt when it has been an hour in my b.u.t.tonhole."
"That"s the sort Jimps wants, I"m sure. He used to be always tucking one of his scarlet geranium blossoms into his coat when he came over to see me. We all think of Jeannette as the frailest sort of an orchid, beautiful to look at but ready to wither at a touch. This letter of invitation doesn"t sound like that at all. You really think the long drive won"t hurt little son?"
"Not a bit, if you keep from getting tired or overheated yourself. We can manage that very nicely, with Duncan to drive, Lydia to look after the boy, and a long stop on the one night we must spend on the way. The change will do you good, faithful young mother."
This proved quite true, and the two days" journey in the great car was indeed an easy one for all concerned. Little Jefferson Junior, six months" old, slept away many hours of the trip, and spent the rest happily in his nurse"s or his mother"s lap, watching with big, dark eyes the spots of colour or life on the summer landscape as it slipped smoothly past. Georgiana had wanted to bring Father Davy, but though he had grown considerably stronger during the past year, it had not seemed worth while to put his endurance to so severe a test. He had not been left forlorn, however, for the Peter Brandts had taken him to their home, a welcome and a delighted guest. No doubt but there was a place for David Warne in the great city, as there had been in the country village.