“But she fished for it. She always does. She flatters Uncle Fred and he falls for it.”
Baldy brought Evans and Mrs. Follette in his little Ford2. They found Mrs. Laramore and Frederick already in the drawing-room. Edith had not come down.
“She is always late,” Frederick complained, “and she never apologizes.”
Baldy, silken and slim, in his page’s scarlet3, stood in the hall and watched Edith descend4 the stairs. She seemed to emerge from the shadows of the upper balcony like a shaft5 of light. She was all in silvery green, her close-clinging robe girdled with pearls, her hair banded with mistletoe.
He met her half-way. “You shouldn’t have worn it,” he said at once.
“The mistletoe? Why not?”
“Men must resist temptation.”
“Well, queens command,” he smiled at her, “and queens ask——”
She was doubtful of his meaning. “Do you think that I would ever ask for kisses?”
“You may. Some day.”
Her blue eyes burned. “I think you don’t quite know what you are saying.”
“I do, dear lady. But we won’t quarrel about it.”
She switched to less dangerous topics. “I’m late for dinner. Is Uncle Fred roaring?”
“More or less. And Mrs. Laramore is purring.”
They rather wickedly enjoyed their laugh at the expense of an older generation, and went in together to find Frederick icy with indignation.
Waldron announced dinner, and Frederick with Mrs. Follette on his arm preceded the others. Baldy and Edith came last.
“How many dances are you going to give me?”
“Not as many as I’d like. Being hostess, I shall have to divide myself among many.”
“Cut yourself up into little stars as it were. Well, you know what Browning says of a star? ‘Mine has opened its soul to me—therefore I love it’!”
His tone was light, but her heart missed a beat. There was something about this boy so utterly[206] engaging. He had set her on a pedestal, and he worshipped her. When she said that she was not worth worshipping, he told her, “You don’t know——”
She was unusually silent during dinner. With Evans on one side of her and Baldy on the other she had little need to exert herself. Baldy was always adequate to any conversational7 tax, and Evans, in spite of his monk8’s habit, was not austere9. He was, rather, like some attractive young friar drawn10 back for the moment to the world.
He showed himself a genial11 teller12 of tales—and capped each of Frederick’s with one of his own. His mother was proud of him. She felt that life was taking on new aspects—this friendship with the Townes—her son’s increasing strength and social ease—the lace gown which she wore and which had been bought with a Dickens’ pamphlet. What more could she ask? She was serene13 and satisfied.
Adelaide, on the other side of Frederick Towne, was not serene and satisfied. She was looking particularly lovely with a star of diamonds in her hair and sheer draperies of rose and faintest green. “I am anything you wish to call me,” she had said to Frederick when she came in—“an ‘Evening Star’ or ‘In the Gloaming’ or ‘Afterglow.’ Perhaps ‘A Rose of Yesterday’——” she had put it rather pensively14.
He had been gallant15 but uninspired. “You are too young to talk of yesterdays,” he had said, but[207] his glance had held not the slightest hint of gallantry. She felt that she had, perhaps, been unwise to remind him of her age.
She was still more disturbed, when, towards the end of dinner, he rose and proposed a toast. “To little Jane Barnes, A Merry Christmas.”
They all stood up. There was a second’s silence. Evans drank as if he partook of a sacrament.
Then Edith said, “It seems almost heartless to be happy, doesn’t it, when things are so hard for her?”
Adelaide interposed irrelevantly16, “I should hate to spend Christmas in Chicago.”
There was no response, so she turned to Frederick. “Couldn’t Miss Barnes leave her sister for a few days?”
“No,” he told her, “she couldn’t.”
She persisted, “I am sure you didn’t want her to miss the ball.”
“I did my best to get her here. Talked to her at long distance, but she couldn’t see it.”
“You are so good-hearted, Ricky.”
Frederick could be cruel at moments, and her persistence17 was irritating. “Oh, look here, Adelaide, it wasn’t entirely18 on her account. I want her here myself.”
She sat motionless, her eyes on her plate. When she spoke19 again it was of other things. “Did you hear that Delafield is coming back?”
“Who told you?”
[208]“Eloise Harper. Benny’s sister saw Del at Miami. She is sure he is expecting to marry the other girl.”
“Bad taste, I call it.”
“Everybody is crazy to know who she is.”
“Have they any idea?”
“No. Benny’s sister said he talked quite frankly about getting married. But he wouldn’t say a word about the woman.”
“I hardly think he will find Edith heart-broken.” Towne glanced across the table. Edith was not wearing the willow20. No shadow marred21 her lovely countenance22. Her eyes were clear and shining pools of sweet content.
Her uncle was proud of that high-held head. He and Edith might not always hit it off. But, by Jove, he was proud of her.
“No, she’s not heart-broken,” Adelaide’s cool tone disturbed his reflections, “she is getting her heart mended.”
“What do you mean?”
“They are an attractive pair, little Jane and her brother. And the boy has lost his head.”
“Over Edith? Oh, well, she plays around with him; there’s nothing serious in it.”
“Don’t be too sure. She’s interested.”
“I know the signs, dear man,” the cat seemed to purr, but she had claws.
And it was Adelaide who was right. Edith had[209] come to the knowledge that night of what Baldy meant to her.
As she had entered the ballroom24 men had crowded around her. “Why,” they demanded, “do you wear mistletoe, if you don’t want to pay the forfeit25?”
Backed up against one of the marble pillars, she held them off. “I do want to pay it, but not to any of you.”
Her frankness diverted them. “Who is the lucky man?”
“He is here. But he doesn’t know he is lucky.”
They thought she was joking. But she was not. And on the other side of the marble pillar a page in scarlet listened, with joy and fear in his heart. “How fast we are going. How fast.”
There was dancing until midnight, then the curtains at the end of the room were drawn back, and the tree was revealed. It towered to the ceiling, a glittering, gorgeous thing. It was weighted with gifts for everybody, fantastic toys most of them, expensive, meaningless.
Evans, standing26 back of the crowd, was aware of the emptiness of it all. Oh, what had there been throughout the evening to make men think of the Babe who had been born at Bethlehem?
The gifts of the Wise Men? Perhaps. Gold and frankincense and myrrh? One must not judge too narrowly. It was hard to keep simplicities27 in these opulent days.
[210]Yet he was heavy-hearted, and when Eloise Harper charged up to him, dressed somewhat scantily28 as a dryad, and handed him a foolish monkey on a stick, she seemed to suggest a heathen saturnalia rather than anything Christian29 and civilized30.
“A monkey for a monk,” said Eloise. “Mr. Follette, your cassock is frightfully becoming. But you know you are a whited sepulchre.”
“Am I?”
“Of course. I’ll bet you never say your prayers.”
She danced away, unconscious that her words had pierced him. What reason had she to think that any of this meant more to him than it did to her? Had he borne witness to the faith that was within him? And was it within him? And if not, why?
He stood there with his foolish monkey on his stick, while around him swirled31 a laughing, shrieking32 crowd. Why, the thing was a carnival33, not a sacred celebration. Was there no way in which he might bear witness?
Edith had asked him to sing the old ballads34, “Dame35, get up and bake your pies,” and “I saw three ships a-sailing.” Evans was in no mood for the dame who baked her pies on Christmas day in the morning, or the pretty girls who whistled and sang—on Christmas day in the morning.
When all the gifts had been distributed the lights in the room were turned out. The only illumination[211] was the golden effulgence36 which encircled the tree.
In his monk’s robe, within that circle of light, Evans seemed a mystical figure. He seemed, too, appropriately ascetic37, with his gray hair, the weary lines of his old-young face.
But his voice was fresh and clear. And the song he sang hushed the great room into silence.
“O little town of Bethlehem,
How still we see thee lie,
Above thy deep and dreamless sleep,
The silent stars go by;
Yet in thy dark streets shineth,
The everlasting38 light,
The hopes and fears of all the years
Are met in thee to-night.”
He sang as if he were alone in some vast arched space, beneath spires39 that reached towards Heaven, behind some grille that separated him from the world.
“For Christ is born of Mary,
And gathered all above,
While mortals sleep, the angels keep
Their watch of wondering love.
O, morning stars together
Proclaim the holy birth!
And praises sing to God the King
And peace to men on earth.”
And now it seemed to him that he sang not to[212] that crowd of upturned faces, not to those men and women in shining silks and satins, not to Jane who was far away, but to those others who pressed close—his comrades across the Great Divide!
So he had sung to them in the hospital, sitting up in his narrow bed—and most of the men who had listened were—gone.
“O, holy child of Bethlehem,
Descend to us, we pray,
Cast out our sin and enter in,
Be born in us to-day.
We hear the Christmas angels
The great glad tidings tell:
Our Lord Emmanuel.’”
As the last words rang out his audience seemed to wake with a sigh.
Then the lights went up. But the monk had vanished!
Evans left word with Baldy that he would go home on the trolley41. “I am not quite up to the supper and all that. Will you look after Mother?”
“Will you tell her I can’t? I’m sorry. But the last time I sang that was for the fellows—in France. And it—got me——”
[213]So Evans left behind him all the youth and laughter and light-heartedness, and took the last trolley out to Castle Manor44. He had a long walk after the ride, but the cold air was stimulating45, the sky was full of stars and the night was very still. Oh, how good it was to be out in that still and star-lighted night!
When he reached Castle Manor he passed the barn on his way to the house. He opened the door and looked in. There was a lantern, faintly lit, and he could see the cows resting on their beds of straw—great dim creatures, smelling of milk and hay—calm-eyed, inscrutable.
He entered and sat down. He felt soothed46 and comforted by the tranquillity47 of the dumb beasts—the eloquent48 silence.
He was glad he had escaped from the clamor of the costume ball—from Eloise and her kind.
Yet the Man born at Bethlehem had not escaped. He had gone among the multitudes—speaking.
Well ... it couldn’t be expected, could it, that men in these days would say to a girl like Eloise Harper, “For unto you is born this day in the city of David, a Saviour49 which is Christ the Lord”?
People didn’t say such things in polite society ... and if they didn’t, why not? And if they did, would the world listen?
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