Kate Minster defied the rules, and moped. Not infrequently she found herself in the mood to think, “Now I realize how rich girls must feel when they commit themselves to entering a convent.” Oftener still, perhaps, she caught her tongue framing impatient or even petulant3 answers to her mother, to her mother’s friends, to everybody, in truth, save her sister Ethel. The conviction that she was bad-tempered4 had begun to enter her mind as it were without rapping, and with the air of a familiar. By dint5 of repeated searchings in the mirror, she had almost discovered a shadow between her brows which would presently develop into a wrinkle, and notify to the whole world her innate6 vixenish tendencies. And indeed, with all this brooding which grew upon her, it was something of a triumph for youth that the wrinkle had still failed to come.
It is said that even queens yawn sometimes, when nobody is looking. But at least they have work to do, such as it is, and grow tired. Miss Kate had no work of any sort, and was utterly7 wearied. The vacuity8 of existence oppressed her with formless fatigue9, like a nightmare.
The mischief10 was that all of his own tremendous energy which Stephen Minster had transmitted to the generation following him was concentrated in this eldest11 child of his. The son had been a lightheaded weakling. The other daughter, Ethel, was as fragile and tenderly delicate as a Christmas rose. But Kate had always been the strong one of the family, physically12 vigorous, restive13 under unintelligent discipline, rebellious14 to teachers she disliked, and proudly confident of her position, her ability, and the value of her plans and actions. She had loved her father passionately15, and never ceased to mourn that, favorite of his though she was, business cares had robbed her of so much of his company for years before his death. As a girl she had dreamed her dreams—bold, sweepingly16 ambitious visions they were; but this father of whom she was so proud, this powerful father who had so manfully subdued17 things under his feet, was always the one who was to encompass18 their fulfilment. When he died, her aêrial castles at a stroke tumbled into chaos19. All her plans and aspirations20 had turned upon him as their pivot21. Without him all was disorganized, shapeless, incomprehensible.
Nearly three years had gone by, and still matters about her and possibilities before her alike refused to take on definite outlines. She still did not do today the things she wanted to do, yet felt as powerless as ever to tell what her purposes for to-morrow clearly were. All the conditions for achievement were hers to command, and there was nothing to achieve.
There was something alike grotesque22 and pathetic in the record of her attempts to find work. She had gathered at considerable expense all the books and data she could learn about relating to the life and surroundings of Lady Arabella Stuart, and had started to write what should be the authoritative23 work on the subject, only to discover that she did not know how to make a book, and would not want to make that kind of a book if she had known how. She had begun collections of orchids24, of coins, of engraved25 portraits, of cameos, and, at varying times, of kindred other trifles, and then on some gray and rainy morning had found herself impelled26 to turn upon each of these in its order with disgust and wrath27. For music she unluckily had no talent, and a very exhaustive and costly28 outfit29 of materials for a painter’s studio amused her for less than one short month. She had a considerable feeling for color, but was too impatient to work laboriously31 at the effort to learn to draw; and so she hated her pictures while they were being painted, and laughed scornfully at them afterward32. She wrote three or four short stories, full of the passions she had read about, and was chagrined33 to get them back from a whole group of polite but implacable editors. Embroidery34 she detested35, and gardening makes one’s back ache.
Miss Minster was perfectly36 aware that other young ladies, similarly situated37, got on very well indeed, without ever fluttering so much as a feather for a flight toward the ether beyond their own personal atmosphere; but she did not clearly comprehend what it was that they did like. She had seen something of their daily life—perhaps more of their amusements than of their occupations—and it was not wholly intelligible38 to her. They seemed able to extract entertainment from a host of things which were to her almost uninteresting. During her few visits to New York, Newport, and Saratoga, for the most part made during her father’s lifetime, people had been extremely kind to her, and had done their best to make her feel that there existed for her, ready made, a very notable social position. She had been invited to more dinners than there were days at her disposal in which to eat them; she had been called with something like public acclamation the belle39 of sundry40 theatre parties; her appearance and her clothes had been canvassed41 with distinctly overfree flattery in one or two newspapers; she had danced a little, made a number of calls, suffered more than was usual from headaches, and yawned a great deal. The women whom she met all seemed to take it for granted that she was in the seventh heaven of enjoyment42; and the young men with huge expanses of shirt front, who sprang up everywhere in indefinite profusion43 about her, like the clumps44 of white double-hollyhocks in her garden at home, were evidently altogether sincere in their desire to please her. But the women all received the next comer with precisely45 the smile they gave her; and the young men, aside from their eagerness to devise and provide diversions for her, and the obvious honesty of their liking46 for her, were deadly commonplace. She was always glad when it was time to return to Thessaly.
Yet in this same village she was practically secluded47 from the society of her own generation. There were not a few excellent families in Thessaly who were on calling and even dining terms with the Minsters, but there had never been many children in these purely48 native households, and now most of the grown-up sons had gone to seek fortune in the great cities, and most of the girls had married either men who lived elsewhere or men who did not quite come within the Minsters’ social pale.
It was a wearisome and vexatious thing, she said to herself very often, this barrier of the millions beyond which she must not even let her fancy float, and which encompassed49 her solitude50 like a prison wall. Often, too, she approached the point of meditating51 revolt, but only to realize with a fresh sigh that the thought was hopeless. What could she do? If the people of her own class, even with the advantages of amiable52 manners, cleanliness, sophisticated speech, and refined surroundings, failed to interest her, it was certain enough that the others would be even less tolerable. And she for whose own protection these impalpable defences against unpleasant people, adventurers, fortune-hunters, and the like, had all been reared, surely she ought to be the last in the world to wish them levelled. And then she would see, of course, that she did not wish this; yet, all the same, it was very, very dull!
There must be whole troops of good folk somewhere whom she could know with pleasure and gain—nice women who would like her for herself, and clever men who would think it worth their while to be genuine with her, and would compliment her intelligence by revealing to it those high thoughts, phrased in glowing language, of which the master sex at its best is reputed to be capable—if only they would come in her way. But there were no signs betokening54 their advent53, and she did not know where to look for them, and could not have sallied forth55 in the quest if she had known; and oh, but this was a weary world, and riches were mere56 useless rubbish, and life was a mistake!
Patient, soft-eyed Ethel was the one to whom such of these repinings against existence as found their way into speech were customarily addressed. She was sympathetic enough, but hers was a temperament57 placid58 as it was tender, and Kate could do everything else save strike out sparks from it when her mood was for a conflagration59. As for the mother, she knew in a general way that Kate had a complaining and unsatisfied disposition60, and had always had it, and accepted the fact much as she did that of Ethel’s poor health—as something which could not be helped, and therefore need not be worried about. Hence, she was but rarely made the confidante of her elder daughter’s feelings, but Kate occasionally railed at destiny in the hearing of Miss Tabitha Wilcox, whom she liked sometimes much more than at others, but always enough to have a certain satisfaction in mildly bullying61 her.
“You know as well as I do, Tabitha,” said Miss Kate one afternoon in January, rising from the couch where she had been lounging in sheer idleness, and walking over to the window with slow indolence of gait, “that our whole life here is simply ridiculous. We girls have lived here in Thessaly ever since we were little children, and if we left the place for good to-morrow, positively62 there would not be a single personal tie to be broken. So far as making friends go, we might as well have lived in the moon, where I believe it is settled that there are no people at all. And pray what is there in life worth having but friends—I mean real friends?”
“I had supposed,” began the little lady with the iron-gray curls, who sat primly63 beside the window at one corner of the great drawing-room—“I had supposed that I would be reckoned among—”
“Oh, don’t take me up in that way, Tabitha! Of course, I reckoned you—you know that well enough—that is, you count and you don’t count, for you are like one of us. Besides, I was thinking of people of my own age. There are some few nice girls here, but they are never frank with me as they are among themselves; I suppose because they are always thinking that I am rich. And how many young men do I know? Say ten, and I always think I can see dollar-marks shining in their eyes whenever I look at them. Certainly they have nothing else inside their heads that would shine.”
“I am sure you exaggerate their—”
“Oh, no, Tabitha! Don’t be sure of any such thing. They couldn’t be exaggerated; they wouldn’t bear it. Candidly64 now, can you think of a single man in the place whom you would like to hear mentioned as entertaining the shadow of a hope that some time he might be—what shall I say?—allowed to cherish the possibility of becoming the—the son-in-law of my mother?”
“I didn’t think your mind ran on such—”
“And it doesn’t,” broke in the girl, “not in the least, I assure you. I put it in that way merely to show you what I mean. You can’t associate on terms of equality with people who would almost be put out of the house if they ventured to dream of asking you to marry them. Both sides are at a disadvantage. Don’t you see what I mean? There is a wall between them. That is why I say we have no friends here; money brings us nothing that is of value; this isn’t like a home at all.”
“Why, and everybody is talking of how much Thessaly has improved of late years. And quite nice people coming in, too! They say the Bidwells, who already talk of building a second factory for their button business—they say they moved in very good society indeed at Troy. I’ve met Mrs. Bid-well twice at church sociables—the stout65 lady, you know, with the false front. They seem quite a knowable family.”
Kate did not reply, but drummed on the window-pane and watched the fierce quarrels of some English sparrows flitting about on the frozen snow outside. Miss Tabitha went on with more animation66 than sequence:
“Of course you’ve heard of the club they’re going to start, or have started; they call it the Thessaly Citizens’ Club.”
“Who? the Bidwells?”
“Oh, dear, no! The young men of the village—or I suppose it will soon be a city now. They tell all sorts of stories about what this club is going to do; reform the whole town, if you believe them. I always understood a club was for men to drink and play cards and sit up to all hours in, but it seems this is to be different. At any rate, several clergymen, Dr. Turner among them, have joined it, and Horace Boyce was elected president.”
The sparrows had disappeared, but Kate made no answer, and musingly67 kept her eyes fastened on the snow where the disagreeable birds had been.
“Now, there’s a young man,” said Miss Tabitha, after a pause. Still no comment came from the window, and so the elder maiden68 drifted forward:
“It’s all Horace Boyce now. You don’t hear anything else. Everybody is saying he will soon be our leading man. They tell me that he speaks beautifully—in public, I mean—and he is so good-looking and so bright; they all expect he’ll make quite a mark when court sits next month. I suppose hell throw his partner altogether into the shade; everybody at least seems to think so. And Reuben Tracy had such a chance—once.”
The tall, dark girl at the window still did not turn, but she took up the conversation with an accent of interest.
“Had a chance—what do you mean? I’ve never heard a word against him, except that idle story you told here once.”
“Idle or not, Kate, you can’t deny that the girl is here.”
Kate laughed, in scornful amusement. “No; and so winter is here, and you are here, and the snowbirds are here, and all the rest of it. But what does that go to show?”
“And that reminds me,” exclaimed Tabitha, leaning forward in her chair with added eagerness—“now, what do you think?”
“The processes by which you are reminded of things, Tabitha, are not fit subjects for light and frivolous69 brains like mine.”
“You laugh; but you really never could guess it in all your born days. That Lawton girl—she’s actually a tenant70 of mine; or, that is, she rented from another party, but she’s in my house! You can just fancy what a state I was in when I heard of it.”
“How do you mean? What house?”
“You know those places of mine on Bridge Street—rickety old houses they’re getting to be now, though I must say they’ve stood much better than some built years and years after my father put them up, for he was the most thorough man about such things you ever saw, and as old Major Schoonmaker once said of him, he—”
“Yes, but what about that—that girl?”
Tabitha returned to her subject without impatience71. All her life she had been accustomed to being pulled up and warned from rambling72, and if her hearers neglected to do this the responsibility for the omission73 was their own.
“Well, you know the one-story-and-attic place, painted brown, and flat-roofed, just beyond where the Truemans live. It seems as if I had had more than forty tenants74 for that place. Everybody that can’t keep a store anywhere, and make a living, seems to hit upon that identical building to fail in. Old Ikey Peters was the last; he started a sort of fish store, along with peanuts and toys and root beer, and he came to me a month or two back and said it was no go; he couldn’t pay the rent any more, and he’d got a job as night watchman: so if he found another tenant, might he turn it over to him until the first of May, when his year would be up? and I said, ‘Yes, if it isn’t for a saloon.’ And next I heard he had rented the place to a woman who had come from Tecumseh to start a milliner’s shop. I went past there a few days afterward, and I saw Ben Lawton fooling around inside with a jack-plane, fixing up a table; but even then I hadn’t a suspicion in the world. It must have been a week later that I went by again, and there I saw the sign over the door, ‘J. Lawton—Millinery;’ and would you believe it, even then I didn’t dream of what was up! So in walks I, to say ‘how do you do,’ and lo and behold75! there was Ben Lawton’s eldest girl running the place, and quite as much at home as I was. You could have knocked me over with a feather!”
“Quite appropriately, in a milliner’s shop, too,” said Kate, who had taken a chair opposite to Tabitha’s and seemed really interested in her narrative76.
“Well, there she was, anyway.”
“And what happened next? Did you faint or run away, or what?”
“Oh, she was quite civil, I must say. She recognized me—she used to see me at my sister’s when she worked there—and asked me to sit down, and explained that she hadn’t got entirely77 settled yet. Yes, I must admit that she was polite enough.”
“How tiresome78 of her! Now, if she had thrown boiling water on you, or even made faces at you, it would have been something like. But to ask you to sit down! And did you sit down, Tabitha?”
“I don’t see how I could have done otherwise. And she really has a great deal of taste in her work. She saw in a minute what’s been the trouble with my bonnets80—you know I always told you there was something—they were not high enough in front. Don’t you think yourself, now, that this is an improvement?”
Miss Wilcox lifted her chin, and turned her head slowly around for inspection81; but, instead of the praise which was expected, there came a merry outburst of laughter.
“And you really bought a bonnet79 of her!” Kate laughed again at the thought, and then, with a sudden impulse, rose from her chair, glided82 swiftly to where Tabitha sat, and kissed her. “You softhearted, ridiculous, sweet old thing!” she said, beaming at her, and smoothing the old maid’s cheek in affectionate patronage83.
Tabitha smiled with pleasure at this rare caress84, and preened85 her head and thin shoulders with a bird-like motion. But then the serious side of her experience loomed86 once more before her, and the smile vanished as swiftly as it had come.
“She’s not living with her father, you know. She and one of her half-sisters have had the back rooms rigged up to live in, and there they are by themselves. I guess she saw by my face that I didn’t think much of that part of the business. Still, thank goodness, it’s only till the first of May!”
“Shall you turn them out then, Tabitha?” Kate spoke87 seriously now.
“The place has always been respectable, Kate, even if it is tumble-down. To be sure, I did hear certain stories about the family of the man who sold non-explosive oil there two years ago, and his wife frizzed her hair in a way that went against my grain, I must admit; but it would never do to have a scandal about one of my houses, not even that one!”
“I know nothing about these people, of course,” said Kate, slowly and thoughtfully; “but it seems to me, to speak candidly, Tabitha, that you are the only one who is making what you call a scandal. No—wait; let me finish. In some curious way the thought of this girl has kept itself in my head—perhaps it was because she came back here on the same train with me, or something else equally trivial. Perhaps she is as bad a character as you seem to think, but it may also be that she only wants a little help to be a good girl and to make an honest living for herself. To me, her starting a shop like that here in her native village seems to show that she wants to work.”
“Why, Kate, everybody knows her character. There’s no secret in the world about that.”
“But suppose I am right about her present wish. Suppose that she does truly want to rehabilitate88 herself. Would you like to have it on your conscience that you put so much as a straw in her way, let alone turned her out of the little home she has made for herself? I know you better than that, Tabitha: you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. But there is this other thing. You may do her a great deal of injury by talking about her, as, for example, you have been talking to me here to-day. I am going to ask you a favor, a real personal favor. I want you to promise me not to mention that girl’s name again to a living soul until—when shall I say?—until the first of May; and if anybody else mentions it, to say nothing at all. Now, will you promise that?”
“Of course, if you wish it, but I assure you there wasn’t the slightest doubt in the world.”
“That I don’t care about. Why should we women be so brutal89 to each other? You and I had good homes, good fathers, and never knew what it was to want for anything, or to fight single-handed against the world. How can we tell what might have crushed and overwhelmed us if we had been really down in the thick of the battle, instead of watching it from a private box up here? No: give the girl a chance, and remember your promise.”
“Come to think of it, she has been to church twice now, two Sundays running. And Mrs. Turner spoke to her in the vestibule, seeing that she was a stranger and neatly90 dressed, and didn’t dream who she was; and she told me she was never so mortified91 in her life as when she found out afterward. A clergyman’s wife has to be so particular, you know.”
“Yes,” Kate answered, absently. Her heart was full of bitter and sardonic92 things to say about Mrs. Turner and her conceptions of the duties of a pastor’s helpmeet, but she withheld93 them because they might grieve Tabitha, and then was amazed at herself for being so considerate, and then fell to wondering whether she, too, was bitten by this Pharisaical spirit, and so started as out of a dream when Tabitha rose and said she must go and see Mrs. Minster before she took her departure.
“Remember your promise,” Kate said, with a little smile and another caress. She had not been so affectionate before in a long, long time, and the old maid mused30 flightily on this unwonted softness as she found her way up-stairs.
The girl returned to the window and looked out once more upon the smooth white crust which, broken only by half-buried dwarf94 firs, stretched across the wide lawn. When at last she wearied of the prospect95 and her thoughts, and turned to join the family on the floor above, she confided96 these words aloud to the solitude of the big room:
“I almost wish I could start a milliner’s shop myself.”
The depreciatory97 reflection that she had never discovered in all these years what was wrong with Tabitha’s bonnets rose with comical suddenness in her mind, and she laughed as she opened the door.
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