CHARITY sat before the mirror trying on a hat whichAlly Hawes, with much secrecy1, had trimmed for her. Itwas of white straw, with a drooping3 brim and cherry-coloured lining4 that made her face glow like the insideof the shell on the parlour mantelpiece.
She propped5 the square of looking-glass against Mr.
Royall's black leather Bible, steadying it in frontwith a white stone on which a view of the BrooklynBridge was painted; and she sat before her reflection,bending the brim this way and that, while Ally Hawes'spale face looked over her shoulder like the ghost ofwasted opportunities.
"I look awful, don't I?" she said at last with a happysigh.
Ally smiled and took back the hat. "I'll stitch theroses on right here, so's you can put it away at once."Charity laughed, and ran her fingers through her roughdark hair. She knew that Harney liked to see itsreddish edges ruffled6 about her forehead and breakinginto little rings at the nape. She sat down on her bedand watched Ally stoop over the hat with a carefulfrown.
"Don't you ever feel like going down to Nettleton for aday?" she asked.
Ally shook her head without looking up. "No, I alwaysremember that awful time I went down with Julia--tothat doctor's.""Oh, Ally----""I can't help it. The house is on the corner of WingStreet and Lake Avenue. The trolley7 from the stationgoes right by it, and the day the minister took us downto see those pictures I recognized it right off, andcouldn't seem to see anything else. There's a bigblack sign with gold letters all across the front--'Private Consultations8.' She came as near as anythingto dying....""Poor Julia!" Charity sighed from the height of herpurity and her security. She had a friend whom shetrusted and who respected her. She was going with himto spend the next day--the Fourth of July--atNettleton. Whose business was it but hers, and whatwas the harm? The pity of it was that girls like Juliadid not know how to choose, and to keep badfellows at a distance....Charity slipped down from thebed, and stretched out her hands.
"Is it sewed? Let me try it on again." She put the haton, and smiled at her image. The thought of Julia hadvanished....
The next morning she was up before dawn, and saw theyellow sunrise broaden behind the hills, and thesilvery luster9 preceding a hot day tremble across thesleeping fields.
Her plans had been made with great care. She hadannounced that she was going down to the Band of Hopepicnic at Hepburn, and as no one else from North Dormerintended to venture so far it was not likely that herabsence from the festivity would be reported. Besides,if it were she would not greatly care. She wasdetermined to assert her independence, and if shestooped to fib about the Hepburn picnic it was chieflyfrom the secretive instinct that made her dread10 theprofanation of her happiness. Whenever she was withLucius Harney she would have liked some impenetrablemountain mist to hide her.
It was arranged that she should walk to a point ofthe Creston road where Harney was to pick her up anddrive her across the hills to Hepburn in time for thenine-thirty train to Nettleton. Harney at first hadbeen rather lukewarm about the trip. He declaredhimself ready to take her to Nettleton, but urged hernot to go on the Fourth of July, on account of thecrowds, the probable lateness of the trains, thedifficulty of her getting back before night; but herevident disappointment caused him to give way, and evento affect a faint enthusiasm for the adventure. Sheunderstood why he was not more eager: he must have seensights beside which even a Fourth of July at Nettletonwould seem tame. But she had never seen anything; anda great longing11 possessed12 her to walk the streets of abig town on a holiday, clinging to his arm and jostledby idle crowds in their best clothes. The only cloudon the prospect13 was the fact that the shops would beclosed; but she hoped he would take her back anotherday, when they were open.
She started out unnoticed in the early sunlight,slipping through the kitchen while Verena bent14 abovethe stove. To avoid attracting notice, she carried hernew hat carefully wrapped up, and had thrown a longgrey veil of Mrs. Royall's over the new whitemuslin dress which Ally's clever fingers had made forher. All of the ten dollars Mr. Royall had given her,and a part of her own savings15 as well, had been spenton renewing her wardrobe; and when Harney jumped out ofthe buggy to meet her she read her reward in his eyes.
The freckled16 boy who had brought her the note two weeksearlier was to wait with the buggy at Hepburn tilltheir return. He perched at Charity's feet, his legsdangling between the wheels, and they could not saymuch because of his presence. But it did not greatlymatter, for their past was now rich enough to havegiven them a private language; and with the long daystretching before them like the blue distance beyondthe hills there was a delicate pleasure inpostponement.
When Charity, in response to Harney's message, had goneto meet him at the Creston pool her heart had been sofull of mortification18 and anger that his first wordsmight easily have estranged19 her. But it happened thathe had found the right word, which was one of simplefriendship. His tone had instantly justified20 her, andput her guardian21 in the wrong. He had made no allusionto what had passed between Mr. Royall and himself, buthad simply let it appear that he had left becausemeans of conveyance22 were hard to find at North Dormer,and because Creston River was a more convenient centre.
He told her that he had hired by the week the buggy ofthe freckled boy's father, who served as livery-stablekeeper to one or two melancholy23 summer boarding-houseson Creston Lake, and had discovered, within drivingdistance, a number of houses worthy24 of his pencil; andhe said that he could not, while he was in theneighbourhood, give up the pleasure of seeing her asoften as possible.
When they took leave of each other she promised tocontinue to be his guide; and during the fortnightwhich followed they roamed the hills in happycomradeship. In most of the village friendshipsbetween youths and maidens25 lack of conversation wasmade up for by tentative fondling; but Harney, exceptwhen he had tried to comfort her in her trouble ontheir way back from the Hyatts', had never put his armabout her, or sought to betray her into any suddencaress. It seemed to be enough for him to breathe hernearness like a flower's; and since his pleasure atbeing with her, and his sense of her youth and hergrace, perpetually shone in his eyes and softenedthe inflection of his voice, his reserve did notsuggest coldness, but the deference26 due to a girl ofhis own class.
The buggy was drawn27 by an old trotter who whirled themalong so briskly that the pace created a little breeze;but when they reached Hepburn the full heat of theairless morning descended28 on them. At the railwaystation the platform was packed with a swelteringthrong, and they took refuge in the waiting-room, wherethere was another throng29, already dejected by the heatand the long waiting for retarded30 trains. Pale motherswere struggling with fretful babies, or trying to keeptheir older offspring from the fascination31 of thetrack; girls and their "fellows" were giggling32 andshoving, and passing about candy in sticky bags, andolder men, collarless and perspiring33, were shiftingheavy children from one arm to the other, and keeping ahaggard eye on the scattered34 members of their families.
At last the train rumbled35 in, and engulfed36 the waitingmultitude. Harney swept Charity up on to the first carand they captured a bench for two, and sat in happyisolation while the train swayed and roared alongthrough rich fields and languid tree-clumps. Thehaze of the morning had become a sort of clear tremorover everything, like the colourless vibration37 about aflame; and the opulent landscape seemed to droop2 underit. But to Charity the heat was a stimulant38: itenveloped the whole world in the same glow that burnedat her heart. Now and then a lurch39 of the train flungher against Harney, and through her thin muslin shefelt the touch of his sleeve. She steadied herself,their eyes met, and the flaming breath of the dayseemed to enclose them.
The train roared into the Nettleton station, thedescending mob caught them on its tide, and they wereswept out into a vague dusty square thronged40 with seedy"hacks" and long curtained omnibuses drawn by horseswith tasselled fly-nets over their withers42, who stoodswinging their depressed43 heads drearily44 from side toside.
A mob of 'bus and hack41 drivers were shouting "To theEagle House," "To the Washington House," "This way tothe Lake," "Just starting for Greytop;" and throughtheir yells came the popping of fire-crackers, theexplosion of torpedoes45, the banging of toy-guns, andthe crash of a firemen's band trying to play the MerryWidow while they were being packed into awaggonette streaming with bunting.
The ramshackle wooden hotels about the square were allhung with flags and paper lanterns, and as Harney andCharity turned into the main street, with its brick andgranite business blocks crowding out the old low-storied shops, and its towering poles strung withinnumerable wires that seemed to tremble and buzz inthe heat, they saw the double line of flags andlanterns tapering46 away gaily47 to the park at the otherend of the perspective. The noise and colour of thisholiday vision seemed to transform Nettleton into ametropolis. Charity could not believe that Springfieldor even Boston had anything grander to show, and shewondered if, at this very moment, Annabel Balch, on thearm of as brilliant a young man, were threading her waythrough scenes as resplendent.
"Where shall we go first?" Harney asked; but as sheturned her happy eyes on him he guessed the answer andsaid: "We'll take a look round, shall we?"The street swarmed48 with their fellow-travellers, withother excursionists arriving from other directions,with Nettleton's own population, and with themill-hands trooping in from the factories on theCreston. The shops were closed, but one would scarcelyhave noticed it, so numerous were the glass doorsswinging open on saloons, on restaurants, on drug-stores gushing49 from every soda-water tap, on fruit andconfectionery shops stacked with strawberry-cake,cocoanut drops, trays of glistening50 molasses candy,boxes of caramels and chewing-gum, baskets of soddenstrawberries, and dangling17 branches of bananas. Outsideof some of the doors were trestles with banked-uporanges and apples, spotted51 pears and dustyraspberries; and the air reeked52 with the smell of fruitand stale coffee, beer and sarsaparilla and friedpotatoes.
Even the shops that were closed offered, through wideexpanses of plate-glass, hints of hidden riches. Insome, waves of silk and ribbon broke over shores ofimitation moss53 from which ravishing hats rose liketropical orchids54. In others, the pink throats ofgramophones opened their giant convolutions in asoundless chorus; or bicycles shining in neat ranksseemed to await the signal of an invisible starter; ortiers of fancy-goods in leatherette and paste andcelluloid dangled55 their insidious56 graces; and, in onevast bay that seemed to project them into excitingcontact with the public, wax ladies in daringdresses chatted elegantly, or, with gestures intimateyet blameless, pointed57 to their pink corsets andtransparent hosiery.
Presently Harney found that his watch had stopped, andturned in at a small jeweller's shop which chanced tostill be open. While the watch was being examinedCharity leaned over the glass counter where, on abackground of dark blue velvet58, pins, rings, andbrooches glittered like the moon and stars. She hadnever seen jewellry so near by, and she longed to liftthe glass lid and plunge59 her hand among the shiningtreasures. But already Harney's watch was repaired,and he laid his hand on her arm and drew her from herdream.
"Which do you like best?" he asked leaning over thecounter at her side.
"I don't know...." She pointed to a gold lily-of-the-valley with white flowers.
"Don't you think the blue pin's better?" he suggested,and immediately she saw that the lily of the valley wasmere trumpery60 compared to the small round stone, blueas a mountain lake, with little sparks of light allround it. She coloured at her want of discrimination.
"It's so lovely I guess I was afraid to look atit," she said.
He laughed, and they went out of the shop; but a fewsteps away he exclaimed: "Oh, by Jove, I forgotsomething," and turned back and left her in the crowd.
She stood staring down a row of pink gramophone throatstill he rejoined her and slipped his arm through hers.
"You mustn't be afraid of looking at the blue pin anylonger, because it belongs to you," he said; and shefelt a little box being pressed into her hand. Herheart gave a leap of joy, but it reached her lips onlyin a shy stammer61. She remembered other girls whom shehad heard planning to extract presents from theirfellows, and was seized with a sudden dread lest Harneyshould have imagined that she had leaned over thepretty things in the glass case in the hope of havingone given to her....
A little farther down the street they turned in at aglass doorway62 opening on a shining hall with a mahoganystaircase, and brass63 cages in its corners. "We musthave something to eat," Harney said; and the nextmoment Charity found herself in a dressing-room alllooking-glass and lustrous64 surfaces, where a party ofshowy-looking girls were dabbing65 on powder andstraightening immense plumed66 hats. When they had goneshe took courage to bathe her hot face in one of themarble basins, and to straighten her own hat-brim,which the parasols of the crowd had indented67. Thedresses in the shops had so impressed her that shescarcely dared look at her reflection; but when she didso, the glow of her face under her cherry-coloured hat,and the curve of her young shoulders through thetransparent muslin, restored her courage; and when shehad taken the blue brooch from its box and pinned it onher bosom68 she walked toward the restaurant with herhead high, as if she had always strolled throughtessellated halls beside young men in flannels69.
Her spirit sank a little at the sight of the slim-waisted waitresses in black, with bewitching mob-capson their haughty70 heads, who were moving disdainfullybetween the tables. "Not f'r another hour," one of themdropped to Harney in passing; and he stood doubtfullyglancing about him.
"Oh, well, we can't stay sweltering here," he decided;"let's try somewhere else--" and with a sense of reliefCharity followed him from that scene of inhospitablesplendour.
That "somewhere else" turned out--after more hottramping, and several failures--to be, of all things, alittle open-air place in a back street that calleditself a French restaurant, and consisted in two orthree rickety tables under a scarlet-runner, between apatch of zinnias and petunias71 and a big elm bendingover from the next yard. Here they lunched on queerlyflavoured things, while Harney, leaning back in acrippled rocking-chair, smoked cigarettes between thecourses and poured into Charity's glass a pale yellowwine which he said was the very same one drank in justsuch jolly places in France.
Charity did not think the wine as good as sarsaparilla,but she sipped72 a mouthful for the pleasure of doingwhat he did, and of fancying herself alone with him inforeign countries. The illusion was increased by theirbeing served by a deep-bosomed woman with smooth hairand a pleasant laugh, who talked to Harney inunintelligible words, and seemed amazed and overjoyedat his answering her in kind. At the other tablesother people sat, mill-hands probably, homely73 butpleasant looking, who spoke74 the same shrill75 jargon76, andlooked at Harney and Charity with friendly eyes; andbetween the table-legs a poodle with bald patchesand pink eyes nosed about for scraps77, and sat up on hishind legs absurdly.
Harney showed no inclination78 to move, for hot as theircorner was, it was at least shaded and quiet; and, fromthe main thoroughfares came the clanging of trolleys79,the incessant80 popping of torpedoes, the jingle81 ofstreet-organs, the bawling82 of megaphone men and theloud murmur83 of increasing crowds. He leaned back,smoking his cigar, patting the dog, and stirring thecoffee that steamed in their chipped cups. "It's thereal thing, you know," he explained; and Charityhastily revised her previous conception of thebeverage.
They had made no plans for the rest of the day, andwhen Harney asked her what she wanted to do next shewas too bewildered by rich possibilities to find ananswer. Finally she confessed that she longed to go tothe Lake, where she had not been taken on her formervisit, and when he answered, "Oh, there's time forthat--it will be pleasanter later," she suggestedseeing some pictures like the ones Mr. Miles had takenher to. She thought Harney looked a littledisconcerted; but he passed his fine handkerchief overhis warm brow, said gaily, "Come along, then," androse with a last pat for the pink-eyed dog.
Mr. Miles's pictures had been shown in an austereY.M.C.A. hall, with white walls and an organ; butHarney led Charity to a glittering place--everythingshe saw seemed to glitter--where they passed, betweenimmense pictures of yellow-haired beauties stabbingvillains in evening dress, into a velvet-curtainedauditorium packed with spectators to the last limit ofcompression. After that, for a while, everything wasmerged in her brain in swimming circles of heat andblinding alternations of light and darkness. All theworld has to show seemed to pass before her in a chaosof palms and minarets84, charging cavalry85 regiments,roaring lions, comic policemen and scowling86 murderers;and the crowd around her, the hundreds of hot sallowcandy-munching faces, young, old, middle-aged87, but allkindled with the same contagious88 excitement, becamepart of the spectacle, and danced on the screen withthe rest.
Presently the thought of the cool trolley-run to theLake grew irresistible89, and they struggled out of thetheatre. As they stood on the pavement, Harney palewith the heat, and even Charity a little confusedby it, a young man drove by in an electric run-aboutwith a calico band bearing the words: "Ten dollars totake you round the Lake." Before Charity knew what washappening, Harney had waved a hand, and they wereclimbing in. "Say, for twenny-five I'll run you out tosee the ball-game and back," the driver proposed withan insinuating90 grin; but Charity said quickly: "Oh, I'drather go rowing on the Lake." The street was sothronged that progress was slow; but the glory ofsitting in the little carriage while it wriggled91 itsway between laden92 omnibuses and trolleys made themoments seem too short. "Next turn is Lake Avenue,"the young man called out over his shoulder; and as theypaused in the wake of a big omnibus groaning93 withKnights of Pythias in cocked hats and swords, Charitylooked up and saw on the corner a brick house with aconspicuous black and gold sign across its front. "Dr.
Merkle; Private Consultations at all hours. LadyAttendants," she read; and suddenly she remembered AllyHawes's words: "The house was at the corner of WingStreet and Lake Avenue...there's a big black signacross the front...." Through all the heat and therapture a shiver of cold ran over her.
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