Never was laughter so long and loud:
Never so merry the jest and song.”
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HERRY STREET will be ablaze2 with light and aglow3 with colour," Theodore had mocked some months before. "Number 12 will be filled with diamond tiaras, and cut glass pianos, and freezers full of ice cream, to signify that a function is on!" And the spirit of his prophecy was being fulfilled.
Miss Billy, herself, had tied eighteen campaign torches to the front pickets4. Now, as the twilight5 closed in, like tiny watchfires they sent their welcoming gleams up and down Cherry Street to the faithful. And the faithful, one hundred fifty strong, headed by Mr.-234- Hennesy, in a wonderful dress coat of the fashion of '69, and brought up in the rear by Mr. Schultzsky, on two stout6 oaken crutches7, partly for Miss Billy's sake, and partly for the sake of the clean street, marched to the Street Improvement Club's first lawn social.
Long vistas9 of Chinese lanterns in red and blue and yellow swung gaily10 over the lawn in double rows. Francis had furnished these. John Thomas Hennesy had brought two locomotive headlights, and these, stationed on the side where Miss Billy hoped her "berbarry haidge" might sometime be, shot their rays across the yard straight into the faces of the astonished hollyhocks, and beyond, to where Mr. Hennesy's shirt flapped, wraith-like, on the Hennesy clothes-reel. The house, thrown wide open, radiated with light and hospitality. Children, comporting11 themselves with a dignity befitting the occasion, were everywhere. And still the people, in twos or threes, or sometimes shyly alone, with mysterious bundles under their arms warranted to contain ten cents'-235- worth of household merchandise, which they should presently mix up and buy again, kept coming steadily12 through the front gate.
Miss Billy, radiant in a pink gown, with pink sash ribbons fluttering at her waist, and her eyes shining like stars, squeezed John Thomas's arm in a little ecstasy13 of excitement as he knelt in the grass, putting the rapidly accumulating packages into clothes baskets.
"It is going to be a success," she predicted joyously14. "It seems as though the people would never stop coming, and when we've sold every one of these packages at ten cents each, Cherry Street Improvement Club will have at least fifteen dollars in its treasury15. John Thomas, I'm the happiest girl in the world to-night!"
"And the prettiest,"—said John Thomas admiringly, sitting back in the grass, and taking in her appearance critically, from the pink bow on the top of her head to the toe of her black slipper16.
"Now, that isn't like you," said Miss Billy-236- reprovingly. "Usually you don't pay compliments, because you are too truthful17; but you haven't seen Beatrice. She's in shimmery18 white, with a heavenly thing thrown over her head. And oh, John Thomas, the dearest, sweetest, handsomest girl in the world, with the darkest eyes and the waviest19 hair, will be here presently. It is Margaret Van Courtland. She's just home from Germany, and she is coming to the social to-night."
"Well, you suit me all right," said John Thomas, returning to his packages with a determined20 air. Then he added sullenly21, "I'd be feelin' all right, too, to-night, if it wasn't for that darn Francis Lindsay."
"Nothin'," said John Thomas, with a noncommittal air.
"But you said you didn't like him," persisted Miss Billy, in bewilderment.
"Do you?"
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"Why, of course I do! I think he's elegant, and—and gentlemanly, and handsome, and everything! I don't see what you can have against him."
John Thomas made no reply, but went stubbornly on putting the packages into the clothes baskets, and Miss Billy sat flat on the grass to think the matter over.
"Now you are the second one," she went on, "that has an unreasonable25 grudge26 against Francis. There is Beatrice,—she treats him horridly28. To-day when we were getting things ready, if she had to hand him a nail, she'd draw up her lips and give it to him as if he were a cat. It's horrid27 of Bea,—and I've had to take her to task about it more than once. And do you know, in spite of it all, I believe Francis likes her immensely."
"He seems to like other girls immensely, too," said John Thomas, from the depths of the basket.
"Oh, but not like that!" said Miss Billy with conviction. "When she is out of the-238- room, he watches for her return,—and when she is in the room, though he talks to me, he looks at her. But you must never—never breathe it, John Thomas. Beatrice would faint at the very idea, and she'd never forgive me! It must be a dead secret between you and me."
"Is this straight goods you're giving me?" demanded John Thomas, rising to his full height and gazing down at Miss Billy, seated on the grass.
"Why, I've never had any love affairs of my own. I never had anybody look hard at me, or take snubs cheerfully, or anything of that kind, you know. But as I said before, it's my conviction it is true."
"Well," said John Thomas, going down on his knees before the baskets again, "if it is true,—if it is Miss Beatrice he fancies, why, then, he won't find no rival in me."
"Miss Billy, where are you?" called Beatrice, around the corner of the house. "Margaret is here, and looking everywhere for you."
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Miss Billy hurried away, and in another moment, in the full glare of a headlight, had her arms around the neck of a tall handsome girl, who was returning the salutation with interest.
"Billy!" remonstrated29 the newcomer laughingly. "You have a hug like a bear! You've spoiled my hair and crushed my attire30. And I am in one of my best dresses, too, I'll give you to understand! I've brought six of the girls along with me, and we've pledged ourselves to put a dollar each in the box, and help make the thing go."
"Oh, but it's good to see you again," breathed Miss Billy. "My cup runneth over! I have a thousand things to say to you. Where shall I commence first?"
"Defer31 it till to-morrow," counselled Margaret. "We shall visit all day. Your time to-night belongs to the lawn fête, not to me,—and I am here to help you. Introduce me instantly to your Marie Jean Hennesy, and to your lady of letters with the six children, and-240- I want to see every flower in the child garden, and Theodore,—oh, but first of all, let me meet your remarkable32 Francis Lindsay. Billy, your letters have taken on a suspicious tone of late!"
They locked arms in schoolgirl fashion, and came upon Marie Jean, who was presiding over a lemonade table. Miss Billy introduced them, and the two types of girlhood, one representing fashion in Cherry Street, the other the gentle blood of Ashurst Place, gazed intently at each other.
Marie Jean was gotten up in a style known as "regardless." She wore a sweeping33 black lace dress covered with spangles, that might have graced a coronation ceremony. The sleeves terminated at the elbows in two large puffs34 of blue satin, and her wrists tinkled35 with bracelets36 and bangles. Her hair was bushed37 in heavy frizzes over her ears, and in the untidy waves piled high on the top of her head gleamed a crescent of Rhine stones.
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Marie Jean was gotten up in a style known as “regardless.”
"My, she's plain!" was Marie Jean's mental-241- ejaculation as she looked at the girl before her. Margaret's pretty dark hair was parted evenly in the middle, and plaited into heavy Dutch braids about her shapely head. Her dress was a yellow embroidered38 mull, with simple sash ribbons of the same colour. Had it not been for two slender rings that flashed upon the finger of one hand, Marie Jean might not have thought her worthy39 of passing consideration. But as the girls talked on in a friendly fashion, she gleaned40 from Miss Billy's remarks that Margaret was a student of music and the modern languages:—that she pursued her studies in Europe:—that she would return in the Spring:—and Marie Jean could no longer doubt that she was the "real thing." Moreover, she was pretty,—undeniably pretty,—with dark eyes, and white even teeth. Marie Jean wondered if "he" might not fancy this stranger, and for the first time in her life, she considered her own personal attractions with misgivings41.
A rush of lemonade trade separated the-242- girls, and Miss Billy and Margaret, wending their way on, came upon Francis, lifting over the back fence a load of belated chairs, borrowed from the church.
"I'll call Moses Levi to do this,—you've worked enough to-day," ordered Miss Billy. "Beside, I want to introduce you to my very dearest friend, Margaret Van Courtland."
As Francis flecked the dust from his clothes and came forward, a ray of the headlight fell directly upon Margaret's face. "I have had the pleasure of meeting Miss Van Courtland before," he said, without a moment's hesitation42.
"I beg your pardon," said Margaret uncertainly,—"I cannot remember——" Then as the light fell upon his tall form, handsome face, and dark, grave eyes, she gave a little gasp23, and floundered helplessly in a sea of words. "Why,—I had no idea!—of course, we met in Cologne,—that is, we both fell in the mud!—Miss Billy, this is the Count!"
On a lawn seat, in the flare43 of the campaign-243- torches, Mr. Hennesy, a glass of lemonade in hand, held forth44 to a bevy45 of Miss Van Courtland's fashionable friends on the superiority of masculine intellect as compared to that of woman.
"Sure an' phwat if a man cut off th' top av his coat, an' sewed it onto th' lig av his pants, to thrail in th' mud afther 'im? Sure an' wudn't ye be afther thinkin' he was crazy? Answer me thot, now?"
"Why, of course we would," answered the girls in a breath. "But then, Mr. Hennesy, we don't——"
"Wait now," said Mr. Hennesy, holding up one finger triumphantly46. "Be aisy a bit. There's one p'int scored fer th' masculoine moind! Now thin,—phwat if I sh'ud be afther comin' here to-noight wid a feather shtuck up in me hair, or a gould buttherfly hoverin' over me forehead, th' same as ye have? Wudn't ye be afther thinkin' me brain no heavier than me head-dress? Answer me thot, now."
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"It certainly would look funny," admitted the girls laughingly.
"There's two p'ints scored fer th' masculoine moind!" counted off Mr. Hennesy. "An' now,—if besides havin' a feather or a buttherfly in me head, I'd be daubin' me face wid red paint——"
"Oh, but we don't do that!" protested the girls in chorus.
"Some ladies does," said Mr. Hennesy sententiously. "Thot's three p'ints in favour of the masculoine moind!"
On the sofa, in the corner of the parlour, Beatrice had found Mr. Schultzsky, looking very pale and tired.
"I haf been looking for my nephew," said the old man. "I think we should go home."
"Oh, Mr. Lindsay is surrounded by admiring young ladies," answered Beatrice. "It would be a pity to spoil his good time. Beside, you must wait and have a mystery package.-245- They are selling at ten cents each, and every one is warranted."
She brought from the kitchen a cup of tea and a slice of cake, and settled the tray cozily on the old man's knees. "They don't seem to need me in the garden, so I shall stay with you," she said. "May I sing for you?"
She seated herself at the piano, and hesitated a moment, wondering what style of song the old man might like. "Something old-fashioned, anyhow," she decided47, and began in a sweet contralto voice "The Pilgrim."
"I'm a pilgrim, and I'm a stranger,
I can tarry, I can tarry but a night:
To that country where I am going,
My Redeemer, my Redeemer is the light.
There is no sorrow,—nor any sighing,
Nor any tears there,—nor any dying:
I'm a pilgrim, and I'm a stranger,
I can tarry, I can tarry but a night."
There was the sound of a crutch8 on the floor, and Beatrice was amazed to find Mr.-246- Schultzsky standing48 at her side, wiping his eyes on his red cotton handkerchief.
"My wife wass young like you," he said brokenly, "and she sang the same song. It wass a long time ago. She lifed only three months."
"I am sorry, Mr. Schultzsky," was all Beatrice found to say. She thought of the picture of the beautiful lady, hung crooked49 and high on the wall, opposite the old harness. "Perhaps grief and loneliness have made him what he is," she thought pityingly. "Miss Billy is right. There is a tender side to everybody, if we can only find it."
Outside on a platform improvised50 from an over-turned tub Policeman Canary was selling off the packages with neatness and despatch51. Mr. Hennesy disported52 a pair of ladies' side combs in his hair. Mrs. Hennesy had a mouse-trap. Margaret Van Courtland became the happy possessor of a pound of dried codfish, Francis had a pair of red mittens53, three sizes too small. Miss Billy drew a fire shovel54, John-247- Thomas got a mouth organ, and Mrs. Canary revelled55 in a dream book. Theodore was going round with an ornamental56 and very sticky candy heart that one of the children had contributed, begging every one to accept it,—and finally traded it to Marie Jean Hennesy for a bottle of catsup.
"We'll open ours together," said Beatrice, coming back to Mr. Schultzsky in the parlour.
Inside the wrappings in Mr. Schultzsky's hand lay a dainty thing, tied in tissue paper and blue ribbon. "Oh, it's what Margaret Van Courtland brought," exclaimed Beatrice. It was a lady's handkerchief, sheer and fine, edged about with a delicate lace. It lay in the old man's palm, yielding up a faint perfume and he gazed at it without speaking.
"And I," said Beatrice brightly, "have a package of smoking tobacco! Now that will be handy next Spring to pack away my furs."
The children grew sleepy, and the torches burned out, before the guests departed. Every one was in holiday humour. Every one-248- voted it a success, and begged Miss Billy to set an early date for another. Miss Billy, tired but elated, counted the money in the tin box. "Twenty-five dollars!" she announced jubilantly. "With that amount the Improvement Club shall work wonders. There is a five-dollar bill here. I wonder if anybody could have contributed that amount?"
"Mr. Schultzsky put that in,—that is, he gave it to me to put in for him," answered Beatrice quietly.
"Now what do you suppose can have come over the spirit of the old fellow's dream?" said Theodore. "Maybe he's enamoured of you, Bea."
"No, I think not," said Beatrice soberly. "I believe it was the stirring of a tender memory. He talked to me to-night of a girl wife, who died."
"Well, it has been a night of nights, and I am not surprised at anything," said Miss Billy. "To think that Francis should prove to be the Count, and Margaret and her set should go-249- wild over him! Did you know, Beatrice, that he is a Princeton graduate;—and has had a year at Heidelberg, beside?"
Beatrice yawned. "Is there any more to do to-night?" she said. "I'm very sleepy."
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