Mrs. Briarley looked dejectedly at the mass of frippery in her lap. Five dollars for a new hat such as she wanted would leave only one dollar from her own private purse for the Easter collection, and the sermon last Sunday had been a plea for religious enthusiasm in giving at this season.
Mrs. Briarley was a fair, pretty little thing, although slight almost to meagreness in her immaturity1 of outline. She was foolishly young to be the wife of a man of thirty and the mother of a two-year-old child.
In spite of this she had an earnest soul, and pondered deeply over each perplexing question of her married life as it arose. The mere2 fact of having to decide anything enveloped3 her in a sort of confusion which obscured every guide-post which experience had erected4, the more so that, as her husband travelled, she could not have recourse to him. It was as if each occasion had been evolved[210] whole from space to have its merits decided6 upon, whether it were a question of little Emily’s going out to play in the damp, or the quantity of material for a new skirt, or which kind of breakfast food to order.
Just now it was the question of the hat. There was indeed no question as to whether she needed it or not, but her husband’s means kept her within certain limits.
To make a whole hat would cost very nearly five dollars; if other people did it for less, she wasn’t able to. And Mr. Beatoun, the clergyman, had said that he wanted to make an appeal to each one personally. Each one must judge for himself if he were doing all he could to pay off that debt on the church for which he urged the special effort now.
To Mrs. Briarley the question seemed to have relation to those deep places of decision which govern the current of one’s life. If she refused this appeal she would not be quite what the mother of Emily ought to be.
She was painfully anxious that Emily should have every advantage. She herself had been a neglected orphan8, brought up in helter-skelter fashion, and she longed above all things that her baby should have the maternal9 ideal she had lacked. She was glad that Mr. Beatoun’s sermon had come after she had bought little Emily’s hat, for[211] she felt secretly that no appeal could have been strong enough to have denied that sweet white ribbon and the daisies to her child.
“If I had any trimming that could be used!” she murmured for the third time, and turned as the servant came into the room. “What is it, Ellen?”
“There’s a lady down-stairs, ma’am—Mrs. Stebbins.”
“Oh, Mrs. Stebbins!” Mrs. Briarley’s tone was one of doubtful welcome.
This was one of the ladies of the parish in which Mrs. Briarley was a newcomer, and in which she still felt herself wistfully an outsider, in spite of the fact that Mr. and Mrs. Beatoun had formally called upon her, and Mrs. Stebbins had conscientiously10 shaken hands with her at the church door.
But Mrs. Stebbins had also once come to collect, and to collect now, in addition to an appeal, would be futile11 as far as Mrs. Briarley was concerned.
She nerved herself to meet the words that followed after the first greetings were over.
“I want to know if you won’t give something to our church sale.”
“The church sale? Oh, no, I—I don’t think I care to be connected with anything[212] of the kind—at least—I mean, this year,” said Mrs. Briarley, hurriedly.
The last time she had taken part in a fair, before moving to this place, her sympathy had run unwarrantably ahead of her purse. She had indulged in that specious12 form of charity which consists of buying goods on credit and then presenting them to the church. She had a vivid remembrance of a box of soap which another woman had bought for half price at the fair, “because it was given, and whatever was made on it was clear gain.”
Mrs. Briarley had had to pay the full price at the grocer’s a month later, when the bill was already too large. Her husband had not liked it, and she felt wary13 of fairs.
“A fair! Oh, no, indeed, this isn’t a fair!” Mrs. Stebbins, a sallow, greyish, compactly solid lady in a short walking-skirt and a small, tight hat, smiled intelligently at her hostess. “It’s a sale—a rummage14 sale. I’m surprised that you haven’t heard of it; it’s been in progress two weeks already. Of course, though, you don’t belong to the Guild15. There are only three days more for the sale, and we do want them to be a success. The proceeds go to the church debt. A rummage sale—you know what that is. You send any old things you have—anything; it doesn’t[213] make any difference what it is, and we sell them to the poor for a few cents. We hired an empty store at the other end of the town—64 Herkimer Street. Some of our ladies take charge of it in turn.”
“And do you sell much?” asked Mrs. Briarley.
Mrs. Stebbins laughed. “Do we sell much? We have made fifteen hundred dollars already. You know it’s really an accommodation to the poor—many of them will buy things when they wouldn’t beg for them. They get good warm clothing and stores for a song. And quite a number of us pick up odds16 and ends there—really! You don’t know what fascinating things we take in now and then; nobody knows where half of them come from. Some of them are quite new. There was a lovely jacket sent in last week; Mr. Stebbins’s sister said she would have bought it herself—she doesn’t live here—if the sleeves had been a little longer. And there was a white satin lambrequin, embroidered17 in gold thread,—one end had oil spilled over it,—and Minnie Ware18 bought it for a quarter, and she’s made the most fetching collar and vest front that you ever saw. Of course, Minnie Ware can do anything—she doesn’t care a snap who knows. Have you met Miss Ware? She belongs to the Guild.”
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“No,” said Mrs. Briarley, with the pang19 of the outsider.
“Well, I bought a colonial chair myself there yesterday; there’s a rung gone, but it can easily be put in. You will send something, won’t you? Some of our ladies are in charge from nine until six.”
“Why, I’ll try to,” said Mrs. Briarley, hesitatingly. “We got rid of most of our rubbish when we moved here. Is Mrs. Beatoun at the sale?”
She had a reverential admiration20 for the rector’s wife, as a person who in that position must be superhumanly good. She longed to know her as other people did. She had been sensitively quick to feel the alteration21 from the conventional politeness of Mrs. Beatoun’s manner to her to the intimate interchange of laughing remarks with a party of friends afterwards. Mrs. Briarley had indeed been asked to join the Guild, but she could not get up her courage to face so many strangers alone.
“No, Mrs. Beatoun will not be at the sale to-day,” said Mrs. Stebbins, rising to go. “I’ve just come from the rectory now. She had such a pleasant surprise—the present of a lovely hat from her cousin. She had to go into mourning for her mother-in-law, and so she sent this hat to Mrs. Beatoun, it was[215] made in Paris, and I don’t believe it was ever worn more than twice. It’s a perfect beauty!”
“That must have been very nice,” said Mrs. Briarley, with the thought of the hat for which she longed.
“Well, I should think so! To get a hat like that without paying a cent! And if ever anybody needed one it was Mrs. Beatoun. She’s worn that old black straw for five years; but after all, you’d hardly know it. She’s got that sort of an air about her—almost too much for a clergyman’s wife, some people think—that makes you feel as if she was dressed up when she isn’t. Is this your little girl?”
“Yes,” said Mrs. Briarley, with the tremulous flush that always came into her cheek when little, dark-curled, lustrous-eyed Emily suddenly appeared in her dainty white frock and little slippers23. She looked at her visitor with an expression which said, “Did you ever see anything as beautiful as this?”
But Mrs. Stebbins only remarked, “She favours her papa, doesn’t she? I don’t see much resemblance to you,” patted the child’s head, shook hands with Mrs. Briarley, and was gone, with a parting injunction not to forget the rummage sale.
Mrs. Briarley knelt down on the floor by Emily that she might gather the plump little[216] standing24 form more fully7 into her thin young arms. She loved and respected her husband greatly, but her humble25 soul magnified the Lord daily for this wonder and joy of being the mother of Emily. She had a way of pressing the little soft cheek to hers, as now, and saying, “Baby dear,” in a tone of ineffable26 love, that at once embodied27 her bliss28 and a prayer that she might be worthy29 of it. When she left the child now she knew that there was only one path to choose. She must go without her hat. She must respond to the appeal.
She thought of it all the time she was selecting her slender dole30 of rubbish for the sale—a vase that had been mended and a couple of books. As she was walking to Herkimer Street she imagined herself in a ninety-eight-cent, ready-trimmed straw turban. One could hardly realize how earnestly solemn the sacrifice was to her.
Dress was a very serious matter. She had a natural daintiness, a touch that was almost genius. It was a feminine charm which even her husband recognized, and she liked to see him like to look at her. Perhaps he would not now. If she could only have a hat given her, like fortunate Mrs. Beatoun!
The window of the temporary shop was filled with a heterogeneous31 mass of clothing,[217] before which stood a group of hatless women and a few children. Mrs. Briarley nervously32 pushed her way past them, for she was always afraid of contagion33 on account of Emily. She became still more nervous on her entrance into the shop.
It was filled with a swarm34 of Italian women, bright-shawled, earringed, swarthy and voluble, fingering the piles of cast-off clothing and chaffering over them. The air was bad, and the two young girls behind the counter looked singularly helpless and distracted. One was sitting down with her head upon her hand, but the other responded to Mrs. Briarley’s proffer35 of her gifts.
“Oh, yes—thank you! Would you please put the price on them yourself? Here are tags and a pencil. Mark them anything. I can’t leave this corner for a minute. I never was in such a place! I really don’t know what to do. The young lady who was waiting here—Miss Morley—fainted a few minutes ago,—it’s the air, you know, and the window won’t open,—and Mrs. Whitaker has just taken her home. They say she’s the second one that’s fainted to-day.”
“How dreadful!” said Mrs. Briarley, with admiring pity. These were indeed martyrs36 to the cause.
“Isn’t it? Mrs. Whitaker just asked me to[218] come in and stay with Gladys till she got back, and now Gladys has such a headache she isn’t the slightest good, and it all comes on me. I’m only visiting here, and I’ve got to take the three o’clock train home. It puts me in an awful position.”
She turned to a couple of wildly gesticulating women.
“Yes, you can have that dress for ten cents. No, no! Not you; the other one. No, you didn’t speak first! I’ll send for the police if you claw each other.”
“Is there anything I can do?” asked Mrs. Briarley.
“If you wouldn’t mind unwrapping some of those things over there, and marking them,” said the girl. “I haven’t had time to see to them since they came in. Mark them anything.”
“Very well,” said Mrs. Briarley, going deftly37 about the work. There was a waist and some boys’ clothing, and there was a box, which she left for the last. It looked as if it might contain a hat.
It was a hat. A dark hat, yet not too dark, elegant, yet not noticeable, with a chaste38 outline, a temperate39, subdued40 richness of effect that spoke41 volumes to the initiated42. No wonder that Mrs. Briarley’s eyes were glued to it as she held it in her hand. It was a hat that[219] could rise to the occasion of state garments or impart “style” to one’s ordinary garb43. It was a hat, in short, that could be Worn with Anything.
Mrs. Briarley turned it round and inspected it with a growing wonder. The white satin lining44 looked new, and the structure itself showed no sign of wear but two holes through which a hatpin had been thrust.
There were people who gave away things as little used as this. Mrs. Stebbins had spoken of it. If she herself had ever possessed45 a hat like this,—her thought went in leaps,—if it were not a rummage hat! But what if it were? Would any one know? There were many hats made on the same order. With a slight change in the front trimming—of course you didn’t know who had worn it before, but there was a subtle odour of violet about it that was reassuring46.
“How much is this hat?” asked Mrs. Briarley, suddenly, in an odd voice.
“Oh, I don’t know,” said the girl who had spoken before, looking around to catch a glimpse of it. “I sold a hat for fifteen cents just before you came in.”
“This is very good,” said Mrs. Briarley.
“Ask a quarter for it, then. For goodness’ sake, Gladys, don’t you get faint!”
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“I’ll take it myself,” said Mrs. Briarley, hastily. “My—my cook might like it.” She put it back in the box and tied the string around it. “The atmosphere in here is dreadful, isn’t it? Can’t I help you open that window? Here’s the money. Good-bye!”
She had done it! She could hardly believe in the miracle. Not only would she have the happy thrill of responding to the appeal with her own precious and individual five dollars, but the very price she had paid for the hat went to the cause also, and she had money left over besides! And she had the hat!
She felt awestricken at so much reward of virtue47. It was like seek ye first the kingdom of righteousness and all these things shall be added unto you. If she had said her cook might like the hat, that was no lie; her cook well might. And she was so glad that she had enough humility48 herself to wear a rummage hat! Underneath49 all the simplicity50 of her vanity lay an earnest and tremulous joy in being more what the mother of Emily should be.
It has been stated that Mrs. Briarley did not belong to the Guild. She passed a delegation51 from it, indeed, the next day, all busily talking together; but there was nobody in it whom she even knew to bow to. She was perhaps the only woman in the parish who[221] did not know of the exciting incident at present disturbing it, the facts of which were being now recounted once again.
“Yes, the hat was almost new; it was a present to Mrs. Beatoun from her cousin. It was a beauty. Mrs. Beatoun was going out to lunch, and she sent the Peters boy back to the parsonage to get some bundles for the rummage sale, and that stupid new girl of hers gave him the box with the hat in it with the other things from her room. She had left it on the bed. So off it went to the sale. The only one who remembers anything about it is Gladys Tucker, and she doesn’t remember much, she had such a headache. She says a lady—she thinks it was a lady—came in and bought one for a quarter; she heard her talking to Nannie Leduc. Gladys didn’t even see it; the place was full of Italians. Of course the woman took advantage.”
“Those girls are so scatter-brained! But no lady would have bought a hat there.”
“That’s just what I say. If she did, she must have known it was a mistake. That hat cost thirty dollars, and it had been worn twice. And to pay only a quarter for it! It was as bad as stealing. You know how reserved Mrs. Beatoun is, but she’s decided, very. Well, she did say that if she saw any woman with it on she thought she would[222] really walk up to her and speak about it. It’s the effrontery52 of the thing that’s so maddening.”
“Mrs. Beatoun never seemed to care much for clothes,” said one lady.
“I suppose she’s human, like the rest of us,” said the first, grimly. “She’s worn that black straw of hers five summers.”
“I do believe she’d rather go without than not have just the right thing,” said yet another. “Her family always thought a great deal of themselves, I’ve been told.”
“Well, they have a right to,” said the first speaker again. “Mrs. Beatoun’s a good woman, but I didn’t blame her for being angry to-day. When she’s worked as hard as she has for the church, to be cheated in this way! And Gladys Tucker says she’s sure it was a lady. Well, I told Mrs. Beatoun one thing. I said, ‘Be sure we’ll all look out for her!’”
Through all the week in which the disappearance53 of Mrs. Beatoun’s Paris hat was canvassed54 Mrs. Briarley remained happily unconscious.
The excitement had reached fever-heat on Easter Sunday, that Sunday on which Mrs. Briarley’s precious five-dollar bill was solemnly laid in the contribution plate. She, all her little lone22 self, was actually paying[223] off part of the church debt! It seemed to her as she left the church that several women looked at her rather oddly—or was it at her hat? She had changed the trimming a little in the front. Perhaps they were admiring it.
She had expected to take little Emily to the children’s service in the afternoon, and when the child fell asleep instead, she went by herself. The service was pretty; it was full of flowers and music and children’s voices. When it was ended she stood in the vestibule, lingering, with her eyes fixed55 on a group of women talking to Mrs. Beatoun.
Suddenly Mrs. Beatoun detached herself from the group and came forward, with tall figure held erect5. There was a breathless pause. Those who were there knew that the wearer of the hat and the owner of the hat had met at last.
“Oh,” said Mrs. Briarley, “I’m so glad you came to speak to me! I’ve been just hoping that you would!”
“Indeed!” said Mrs. Beatoun.
“I wanted to tell you—I’ve never enjoyed going to church as I have to-day.” Mrs. Briarley raised her rapt eyes to those of the rector’s wife, who wore a little half-cynical smile. “I think your husband preaches such beautiful sermons. I never heard any that[224] made me feel so much like—like wanting to be good.” Her voice dropped shyly.
“That is very nice, I’m sure,” said Mrs. Beatoun, politely. “May I ask where you got your hat?”
“Oh, I’m so glad you asked!” said Mrs. Briarley. She was so full of her own earnestness of purpose that she kept on, oblivious56 to the chill in Mrs. Beatoun’s tone. Her cheeks became pink, her eyes suffused57. “I bought it at the rummage sale. Of course it must have been worn before, although it doesn’t look it. I bought it because—I’ve been wanting to tell you that after Mr. Beatoun’s appeal I couldn’t spend the five dollars I had meant to on a hat, although I needed one. I just bought this at the sale, and gave the money to the church. I thought Mr. Beatoun might like to know he had made somebody feel that way. I never have thought of—things—before, and I wanted to thank him. I have been saying to myself, as I stood here, that if you came forward to speak to me, I’d take it as a—sign that I was to tell you this.”
She paused a moment, and then went on. (While you were unburdening your heart, why not tell all?)
“I have a dear little girl at home, and I do so want to learn to be better—for her sake.[225] And I’ve thought if I could know you—I’ve been sort of afraid of you before, but I’m not now. And I love my little girl so very much——” She stopped again.
Something passed from one to the other as they stood there—Mrs. Briarley did not know what. There was a wonderful and sweet gentleness in the face of the older woman as it bent58 to the simple earnestness of the other. Mrs. Briarley’s one little thought of truth had unerringly met and rounded its circle. It is not only at the sacramental table that we are partakers together of the Bread of Life.
“I’m so glad you told me!” said Mrs. Beatoun. She was not a demonstrative woman, but in that pause she had put her arms round Mrs. Briarley and kissed her, under the very shade of the rummage hat.
“And Mr. Beatoun will be glad, too. No, indeed, you must never be afraid of me again; and you must bring your little girl to see us. It was just sweet of you to think of telling me about the hat.”
“I’ve noticed people looking at it,” said Mrs. Briarley, all in a glow. “I never thought until to-day that it might be a mistake about its being sent to the sale. But you don’t think so?”
“No, it’s not a mistake,” said Mrs. Beatoun,[226] with a sudden smile, as she added “and I’m in a position to know.”
“Yes, I’ve joined the Guild,” said Mrs. Briarley, with pride in her tone. “They’ve made me secretary already.” She did not know how cordially that position was made the portion of the stranger. She was talking to her husband the evening of his return.
“Mrs. Beatoun couldn’t have been more interested about that five dollars if she had given it herself. You’ve no idea how nice everybody in the Guild is to me; they seem to take pains to be kind. But Mrs. Beatoun—there’s something about Mrs. Beatoun I can’t explain!”
“Well?” said her husband, enjoyingly. Mrs. Briarley was in a washed white muslin, with ribbons the exact blue of her innocent eyes. She did not look as if she could be the mother of an Emily.
“I believe Mrs. Beatoun is really—fond of me!”
“That’s very strange,” said Mrs. Briarley’s husband.
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