“So here we have our little girl back again,” cried Mr. Barstow as he came gaily1 into the Austins’ studio on the evening of Ellen’s arrival. “Welcome back to the old ‘haunches,’ as old Potter used to say. Let’s look at you. Grown? I should say so. Almost a young lady, but she keeps her lovely coloring, doesn’t she, Mrs. Austin? Now sit down here and tell us all that you have been doing down there in the country. Milking the cows, feeding the pigs, and all that?”
“I’ve fed nothing but the cat, and I haven’t learned to milk, but I can do a lot of other things.” She ran over a list of her accomplishments2 in the domestic line.
“Great C?sar! they certainly have been keeping you at it. Good thing, though. When Kogi gets obstreperous3 I’ll know where to send for a cook. I tell you what we’ll do; we’ll have a spree at my studio some day. I’ll send Kogi off, and you and Mrs. Austin can come over and cook all over the place. What do you consider your chef-d’?uvre?”
“I can make a pretty good omelet, and Cousin Rindy has shown me how to prepare some of the dishes she learned about over in France.”
“Fine! We’ll count on the omelet, and you can think up the other things meanwhile. We’re going to celebrate at my studio on Christmas Eve, you know. All the old crowd will be there, and we shall do our prettiest to have some fun. Now I must be off. Don’t forget, Connie, Christmas Eve. Come early.” He put his head over the top of the screen behind which Mrs. Austin was at work, waved his hand to Ellen, and dashed out.
“May I come see what you are doing?” asked Ellen as the door closed behind Mr. Barstow.
“No, no,” answered Mrs. Austin. “I am finishing your Christmas gift, and wouldn’t have you see it for the world. I must take advantage of the daylight, you know, and there is so little left.”
“A Christmas gift for me! Oh, Mrs. Austin, you shouldn’t.”
“Why not?”
“Because this visit is a fine enough present.”
“But, don’t you see, you are giving me the visit, and I must do something for you.”
“That is one way to look at it,” Ellen answered. “According to my point of view it is I who receive from you.”
“Well, never mind, don’t let’s talk about it. You’ll get me all fussed up. You go find a book or something to amuse you. There are some magazines over on the big table. When Phil comes in we’ll decide whether we’ll have a delicatessen dinner here or go out somewhere. Make yourself comfortable.”
This delightful4 lack of ceremony exactly suited Ellen. She wandered around the room for a few minutes, looked at the sketches5 on the walls, and finally curled herself up on a big couch by the window, to look out upon the familiar streets. One by one the lights flashed out from the tall buildings and from the street lamps, then brilliant signs began to appear, crowds hurried home, elevated trains rumbled6 along near by, automobiles7 honked8, the siren of a fire engine wailed9 its warning, while Ellen’s thoughts travelled back to the dear departed days of which all these sights and sounds only too vividly10 reminded her. She covered her face with her hands as the tears began to gather.
Presently Mrs. Austin came and sat down beside her. She drew her close. “I know, little girl, I know. It is very hard, but we want to give you such a good time while you are here that you will remember that rather than the sad time back of it. We are all such busy people that you may have thought we were forgetting you, but we haven’t forgotten, and we are always going to keep you in our hearts. There comes Phil; let’s see what he wants to do about dinner.”
Mr. Austin came in laden11 with packages. He was a tall, spare man with near-sighted brown eyes, a pointed12 Vandyke beard, sandy hair, and a nervous mouth. He had an absent-minded way of looking at you as if he saw not you but a vision. He had met Ellen at the train, delivered her to his wife, and then had gone off to his club.
“I thought it would be rather nice to have a snack here,” he said as he laid the packages on the table. “I was away down-town on Fulton Street to look at that work of Kean’s, so I went over to that Spanish place and got some of those things you like, Connie,—that nougat stuff, and some dandy little cakes.”
“Cakes and candy won’t make a very hearty13 dinner for Ellen, I’m afraid.”
“But, bless you, child, I got those at the Spanish grocer’s, I told you. Then on my way from the subway I loaded up at the delicatessen.”
“You’re a good child, Phil. I don’t know what I should do without you. Let’s see what you have. Sliced ham, cheese, potato salad, rolls, canned peaches;” she mentioned the articles as she drew them forth14 from the big bag. “I’ll open a can of soup, and we shall do very well. If we get hungry before bedtime, we can have a cup of chocolate. You and Ellen can set the table, Phil, while I get the soup ready.”
Mr. Austin swept the books and papers from the largest table, and laid some queer-looking mats upon it while Ellen went for the dishes. There were no two of these alike, and when it came time to serve the peaches the soup plates had to be washed, as there was nothing else in which to put them. However, they had a jolly meal and Ellen enjoyed the informality.
“It does so remind me of the old days,” she sighed.
“I thought it might, and that you would like it,” said Mr. Austin.
“But we don’t mean that you shall always eat in this higgledy-piggledy way,” declared Mrs. Austin.
“It’s fun, and I like it,” Ellen assured her.
The dishes were scarcely out of the way before visitors from the neighboring studios dropped in, and the familiar art patter began. One or more brought sketches which were set up and commented upon with much gesture of thumbs and heated discussion. Ellen listened to it all with glowing appreciation15, and when the talk became an exchange of witticisms16, she withdrew herself farther and farther away from the dull little town she had left. This was the life. Nobody had such good times as these care-free artists.
Later Mrs. Austin made chocolate and brought out the cakes and nougat, which were consumed to the uttermost crumb17. There were not enough cups for the chocolate, but anything did,—tumblers, mugs, even two small pitchers,—and as for spoons, who wanted them when there were clean sticks of charcoal18 handy?
It was nearly midnight before the company dispersed19, and then Ellen was put to bed on the couch, her coverings eked20 out by a Navajo blanket taken down from the wall, and she went to sleep with the moonlight streaming in through the skylight, picking out the gilt21 on the hilts of a pair of swords, and causing the glass eyes of a simpering lay figure to stare at her uncannily.
Mrs. Austin was in hiding behind the screen most of the next day, but she emerged in time to scramble22 together some sort of lunch made up of the odds23 and ends left over from the night before. Mr. Austin was out nearly all day, so Ellen, left to herself, sallied forth to hunt up some of her old friends. She was so late getting back that she found Mr. and Mrs. Austin waiting for her.
“We feared you were lost,” said Mrs. Austin. “We thought we’d go somewhere and get a light supper. Mr. Barstow is sure to have a big feast in the course of the evening, so we must save our appetites for that. Are you going to wear that dress, Ellen? If you are not, skurry into another one.”
“We should dress up, I suppose.”
“Oh, yes, this is a gala occasion. Put on your very flossiest.”
Ellen, eager to wear the white crêpe, lost no time in getting into it, and appeared promptly24 to exhibit herself to her hostess.
“What a lovely dress!” she exclaimed. “You look perfectly25 dear in it. Did you get it in Marshville?”
“Well, yes, I did and I didn’t. Do you know a Mary West, from Baltimore, Mrs. Austin?”
“Never heard of the lady. Who is she?”
“I don’t know, and thought perhaps you could tell me.” Then she related the tale of the mysterious box, giving Miss Rindy’s theory regarding the sender.
Mrs. Austin was interested at once. “Whoever she is, she has mighty26 good taste,” she declared. “I noticed what a swagger coat and hat you had as soon as I set my eyes on you, and that pretty wool dress you have been wearing is quite out of the common,—nothing you could pick up on a bargain counter. Come along, honey child, I am very proud of you. Phil is pacing the studio like a caged lion, so we’d better not tarry.”
They took their meal at a French pastry27 shop near by, and then went on to Mr. Barstow’s studio which was not far away. They found their host dancing around in great excitement. He was a little wiry man with a bald head, dark eyes, large nose, and humorous mouth. He grabbed Ellen’s hands and danced her across the floor to where a table was littered with paper and string.
“Come, help me tie up my presents,” he cried. “I haven’t them near ready. You come, too, Connie. Phil can amuse himself by tying them on the tree as we get them done. He is so tall we won’t need a stepladder. Reed Marshall and I trimmed the tree last night. Know Reed? Nice boy. He went out a while ago, but he’ll be back; said he had to go, though I did expect he would help me with these things.”
They all fell to work, and by the time the first guest arrived the last package was tied on the tree. Then the company trooped in, singly, in couples, and in groups till the big studio was gay with bright costumes and lively with chatter28.
The fun began when Mr. Barstow mounted the model stand and started to dance an Irish jig29, which he did with great agility30. Then Mr. Austin’s tall form made its way through the crowd, and, standing31 by the dancer, this man with the dreamy eyes and solemn face sang an absurd Irish song which nobody could possibly have suspected him of being able to do. The performance brought forth shouts of laughter and wild applause.
Scarcely had these two performers stepped down than some one dashed into the room, turned a handspring upon the model stand, then stood grinning at the company and rolling his eyes comically. He was blackened up and wore the exaggerated dress of a negro minstrel. Presently he burst out into a weird32 melody with fanciful words and peculiar33 rhythm; this he followed with a double shuffle34. It was all so cleverly done that some could scarce believe it was not a veritable negro before them.
“Where did you get him? Is he a real darkey?” some one asked Mr. Barstow.
“Get him? I didn’t get him; he came. It is that rascal35, Reed Marshall. He insisted that he must go when I wanted him to stay. Now I see what he was up to. He said he’d come back and help; he’s doing it. Go to it, boy,” he called out. “Give us a buck36 and wing. Keep it up.” The order was obeyed, the youth showing such a knowledge of his steps that the applause was loud and long. As soon as it was over the young man made his way to where Mr. Barstow stood with Ellen.
“Well, Uncle Pete,” he said, “I told you I’d be back to help, and here I am. Did I put it over all right?”
“You sure did, son,” returned Mr. Barstow, smiling. “Come here, Reed; I want to present you to Miss Ellen North. She is the daughter of one of my old cronies, just as you are the son of another. Now make yourself agreeable to Ellen while I go hunt up Steve Kendall; he is going to play Santa Claus. You may not recognize Reed when you meet him again, Ellen, but that’s no matter. His get-up doesn’t affect his character at all, nor go so far as to color his speech.”
He went off, and the young man sat down by Ellen on the divan37. He looked at her with a smile that resembled a grin because of the dark surroundings of his white teeth.
“We should be friends because we are both children of cronies; you are a cronette and I am a cronine. I shall call you Cronette, henceforth. Isn’t Uncle Pete the jolly little playmate? Have you known him long?”
“Oh, yes, always. He and my father were students together in Spain, and Daddy always called him Don Pedro, which is what I call him. Where did you learn to do those dances?”
“Down on de Easte’n Sho. Das whar I comes from, chile. Is you a dancer, Sis’ Cronette?”
Ellen laughed. “I used to be, but since I have been living in Marshville I haven’t had much chance to do anything so frivolous38. My cousin with whom I live believes in making me practical. The utilitarian39 alone appeals to her.”
“So Useful is your front name.”
“Exactly: Useful Ellen.”
“I like Cronette better. Say, I’d like mighty well to paint you. Can you give me a chance? Your coloring goes to my head. Will you sit for me?”
“I’m afraid I can’t during these holidays. You see I am visiting Mrs. Austin, and she has planned out all sorts of things for me to do while I am here. You’d better ask her.”
“So I do, Sis’ Cronette, an’ efen it please her sagacity, I sho mek a little one o’ dese yer studies.”
“You are an artist, then?”
“Trying to be. I goes to de League, an’ some o’ dese days I’se gwine to Eu’ope. Yuh been to Eu’ope, Sis’ Cronette?”
“I came near it, but I never got there.”
“Huccome?”
“My mother and I were going over to join my father, but he came home to—to die. He was wounded and gassed, you know.”
The grin faded from Reed’s face. “I didn’t know, but I do know that he was a mighty good artist. I’ve always liked his work tremendously.”
“Oh, I am so glad. You have seen it here?”
“Yes, you know Uncle Pete has a lot of his pictures packed away. He means to have an exhibition of them some day with some of his own work.”
“My mother always hoped that could be done sometime. Dear Don Pedro, it is like him to want to do that.”
“Here comes Santa Claus. We’d better go over and see what he has for us.”
So Ellen, escorted by the grotesque40 figure, crossed the room to where the tree, now lighted up by many colored electric bulbs, was fast becoming surrounded by the company.
There was a gift, and sometimes more than one, for each person. “I can scarcely wait to see your present to me,” Ellen whispered to Mrs. Austin. She did not have to wait long, for in a few minutes Santa Claus handed her a small box which she opened immediately, to see smiling up at her the pictured face of her own mother, painted upon ivory. It was as much as the girl could do to choke back the tears, but she did, and had barely whispered her thanks when her name was again called, and another box was passed over to her. This contained a string of crystal beads41, Mr. Austin’s gift, which she at once decided42 to wear.
“May I see the miniature?” asked Reed at her elbow.
“Mrs. Austin painted it; you know that miniatures are her specialty43, and there is nothing in the world I would rather have,” Ellen told him. “It is such a good likeness44 of my dear mother.”
The young man looked at it earnestly. “I don’t wonder you treasure it,” he said, “and——”
But here he was interrupted by Mr. Barstow, who came up with a large package which he laid in Ellen’s arms, saying: “I wanted to give you this myself. It was your father’s, and I want you to have it.”
Ellen eagerly undid45 the string and took off the wrappings. “Oh, Don Pedro, Don Pedro!” she breathed. “Daddy’s violin, and you are giving it to me? But I shouldn’t take it; it is too valuable.”
“Not too valuable for dear old Gerry’s daughter. No, child, I want you to take it. All the better that it is valuable, for if you get into a hole some day you can sell it.”
“Let me know when you reach the hole,” spoke46 up Reed. “I always have been crazy about that violin, haven’t I, Uncle Pete? It has a most wonderful tone.”
“Then you have played on it.”
“Often.”
“Then play a farewell.” She gave the violin into his hands and he drew the bow across the strings47, tuned48 up, and played the simple air of “Holy Night.” Then he handed back the instrument “Now you,” he said.
“I know only one thing very well,” she announced, and began the melody she had played at the birthday party. “Dear old Jeremy Todd taught me that,” she said as she ended.
“Jeremy Todd? You don’t mean to say you know old Jeremy?” exclaimed Mr. Barstow. “Where did you run across him? I’ve not seen him or heard of him for years. Used to know him well. What’s become of him, and why doesn’t he show up? Lots of talent. We all believed he would make his mark.”
Ellen gave such information as she could, Mr. Barstow listening attentively49, and at the close shaking his head and saying, “Poor old chap! Poor old Jeremy! I’d like mighty well to see him again.”
But here entered Kogi with a great tray, and Mr. Barstow skipped off to see that the refreshments50 were served properly. Delicious they were and of great variety, so abundant, too, that it is a wonder that any one was able to join in the carols with which the evening ended.
Ellen went off hugging her violin, for the gift of which she had hugged and kissed the giver. “Dear Don Pedro,” she whispered, “I can never thank you enough for this. It has been such a wonderful evening altogether. I shall remember it to my dying day.”
Reed Marshall followed her to the street. “If it wasn’t for this rig I sure would see you home, Cronette, but I’m coming to see you. Mrs. Austin says I may, but she won’t make any promises about the sittings, for she says she is chock-full of engagements for you, and I shall just have to take my chances.”
“I’d really like to see what you look like in your true character,” said Ellen laughing. “I feel sort of queer about you, as if you were not a real somebody.”
“I’ll convince you that I am, at the very first opportunity.”
But Mr. and Mrs. Austin were waiting, so Ellen ran on to join them, and they walked briskly home with the music of the Christmas carols still ringing in their ears.
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