Early in March Mrs. Westlake, wife of the veteran physician, marched into Carol’s living-room like an amiable2 old pussy3 and suggested, “My dear, you really must come to the Thanatopsis this afternoon. Mrs. Dawson is going to be leader and the poor soul is frightened to death. She wanted me to get you to come. She says she’s sure you will brighten up the meeting with your knowledge of books and writings. (English poetry is our topic today.) So shoo! Put on your coat!”
“English poetry? Really? I’d love to go. I didn’t realize you were reading poetry.”
“Oh, we’re not so slow!”
Mrs. Luke Dawson, wife of the richest man in town, gaped4 at them piteously when they appeared. Her expensive frock of beaver-colored satin with rows, plasters, and pendants of solemn brown beads6 was intended for a woman twice her size. She stood wringing7 her hands in front of nineteen folding chairs, in her front parlor8 with its faded photograph of Minnehaha Falls in 1890, its “colored enlargement” of Mr. Dawson, its bulbous lamp painted with sepia cows and mountains and standing9 on a mortuary marble column.
She creaked, “O Mrs. Kennicott, I’m in such a fix. I’m supposed to lead the discussion, and I wondered would you come and help?”
“What poet do you take up today?” demanded Carol, in her library tone of “What book do you wish to take out?”
“Why, the English ones.”
“Not all of them?”
“W-why yes. We’re learning all of European Literature this year. The club gets such a nice magazine, Culture Hints, and we follow its programs. Last year our subject was Men and Women of the Bible, and next year we’ll probably take up Furnishings and China. My, it does make a body hustle10 to keep up with all these new culture subjects, but it is improving. So will you help us with the discussion today?”
On her way over Carol had decided11 to use the Thanatopsis as the tool with which to liberalize the town. She had immediately conceived enormous enthusiasm; she had chanted, “These are the real people. When the housewives, who bear the burdens, are interested in poetry, it means something. I’ll work with them — for them — anything!”
Her enthusiasm had become watery12 even before thirteen women resolutely13 removed their overshoes, sat down meatily, ate peppermints14, dusted their fingers, folded their hands, composed their lower thoughts, and invited the naked muse15 of poetry to deliver her most improving message. They had greeted Carol affectionately, and she tried to be a daughter to them. But she felt insecure. Her chair was out in the open, exposed to their gaze, and it was a hard-slatted, quivery, slippery church-parlor chair, likely to collapse17 publicly and without warning. It was impossible to sit on it without folding the hands and listening piously18.
She wanted to kick the chair and run. It would make a magnificent clatter19.
She saw that Vida Sherwin was watching her. She pinched her wrist, as though she were a noisy child in church, and when she was decent and cramped20 again, she listened.
Mrs. Dawson opened the meeting by sighing, “I’m sure I’m glad to see you all here today, and I understand that the ladies have prepared a number of very interesting papers, this is such an interesting subject, the poets, they have been an inspiration for higher thought, in fact wasn’t it Reverend Benlick who said that some of the poets have been as much an inspiration as a good many of the ministers, and so we shall be glad to hear ——”
The poor lady smiled neuralgically, panted with fright, scrabbled about the small oak table to find her eye-glasses, and continued, “We will first have the pleasure of hearing Mrs. Jenson on the subject ‘Shakespeare and Milton.’ ”
Mrs. Ole Jenson said that Shakespeare was born in 1564 and died 1616. He lived in London, England, and in Stratford on-Avon, which many American tourists loved to visit, a lovely town with many curios and old houses well worth examination. Many people believed that Shakespeare was the greatest play- wright who ever lived, also a fine poet. Not much was known about his life, but after all that did not really make so much difference, because they loved to read his numerous plays, several of the best known of which she would now criticize.
Perhaps the best known of his plays was “The Merchant of Venice,” having a beautiful love story and a fine appreciation22 of a woman’s brains, which a woman’s club, even those who did not care to commit themselves on the question of suffrage23, ought to appreciate. (Laughter.) Mrs. Jenson was sure that she, for one, would love to be like Portia. The play was about a Jew named Shylock, and he didn’t want his daughter to marry a Venice gentleman named Antonio ——
Mrs. Leonard Warren, a slender, gray, nervous woman, president of the Thanatopsis and wife of the Congregational pastor24, reported the birth and death dates of Byron, Scott, Moore, Burns; and wound up:
“Burns was quite a poor boy and he did not enjoy the advantages we enjoy today, except for the advantages of the fine old Scotch25 kirk where he heard the Word of God preached more fearlessly than even in the finest big brick churches in the big and so-called advanced cities of today, but he did not have our educational advantages and Latin and the other treasures of the mind so richly strewn before the, alas26, too ofttimes inattentive feet of our youth who do not always sufficiently27 appreciate the privileges freely granted to every American boy rich or poor. Burns had to work hard and was sometimes led by evil companionship into low habits. But it is morally instructive to know that he was a good student and educated himself, in striking contrast to the loose ways and so-called aristocratic society-life of Lord Byron, on which I have just spoken. And certainly though the lords and earls of his day may have looked down upon Burns as a humble28 person, many of us have greatly enjoyed his pieces about the mouse and other rustic29 subjects, with their message of humble beauty — I am so sorry I have not got the time to quote some of them.”
Mrs. George Edwin Mott gave ten minutes to Tennyson and Browning.
Mrs. Nat Hicks, a wry-faced, curiously30 sweet woman, so awed31 by her betters that Carol wanted to kiss her, completed the day’s grim task by a paper on “Other Poets.” The other poets worthy33 of consideration were Coleridge, Wordsworth Shelley, Gray, Mrs. Hemans, and Kipling.
Miss Ella Stowbody obliged with a recital34 of “The Recessional” and extracts from “Lalla Rookh.” By request, she gave “An Old Sweetheart of Mine” as encore.
Gopher Prairie had finished the poets. It was ready for the next week’s labor35: English Fiction and Essays.
Mrs. Dawson besought36, “Now we will have a discussion of the papers, and I am sure we shall all enjoy hearing from one who we hope to have as a new member, Mrs. Kennicott, who with her splendid literary training and all should be able to give us many pointers and — many helpful pointers.”
Carol had warned herself not to be so “beastly supercilious37.” She had insisted that in the belated quest of these work-stained women was an aspiration38 which ought to stir her tears. “But they’re so self-satisfied. They think they’re doing Burns a favor. They don’t believe they have a ‘belated quest.’ They’re sure that they have culture salted and hung up.” It was out of this stupor39 of doubt that Mrs. Dawson’s summons roused her. She was in a panic. How could she speak without hurting them?
Mrs. Champ Perry leaned over to stroke her hand and whisper, “You look tired, dearie. Don’t you talk unless you want to.”
Affection flooded Carol; she was on her feet, searching for words and courtesies:
“The only thing in the way of suggestion —— I know you are following a definite program, but I do wish that now you’ve had such a splendid introduction, instead of going on with some other subject next year you could return and take up the poets more in detail. Especially actual quotations40 — even though their lives are so interesting and, as Mrs. Warren said, so morally instructive. And perhaps there are several poets not mentioned today whom it might be worth while considering — Keats, for instance, and Matthew Arnold and Rossetti and Swinburne. Swinburne would be such a — well, that is, such a contrast to life as we all enjoy it in our beautiful Middle- west ——”
She saw that Mrs. Leonard Warren was not with her. She captured her by innocently continuing:
“Unless perhaps Swinburne tends to be, uh, more outspoken41 than you, than we really like. What do you think, Mrs. Warren?”
The pastor’s wife decided, “Why, you’ve caught my very thoughts, Mrs. Kennicott. Of course I have never READ Swinburne, but years ago, when he was in vogue42, I remember Mr. Warren saying that Swinburne (or was it Oscar Wilde? but anyway:) he said that though many so-called intellectual people posed and pretended to find beauty in Swinburne, there can never be genuine beauty without the message from the heart. But at the same time I do think you have an excellent idea, and though we have talked about Furnishings and China as the probable subject for next year, I believe that it would be nice if the program committee would try to work in another day entirely43 devoted44 to English poetry! In fact, Madame Chairman, I so move you.”
When Mrs. Dawson’s coffee and angel’s-food had helped them to recover from the depression caused by thoughts of Shakespeare’s death they all told Carol that it was a pleasure to have her with them. The membership committee retired45 to the sitting-room46 for three minutes and elected her a member.
And she stopped being patronizing.
She wanted to be one of them. They were so loyal and kind. It was they who would carry out her aspiration. Her campaign against village sloth47 was actually begun! On what specific reform should she first loose her army? During the gossip after the meeting Mrs. George Edwin Mott remarked that the city hall seemed inadequate48 for the splendid modern Gopher Prairie. Mrs. Nat Hicks timidly wished that the young people could have free dances there — the lodge49 dances were so exclusive. The city hall. That was it! Carol hurried home.
She had not realized that Gopher Prairie was a city. From Kennicott she discovered that it was legally organized with a mayor and city-council and wards52. She was delighted by the simplicity53 of voting one’s self a metropolis54. Why not?
She was a proud and patriotic55 citizen, all evening.
II
She examined the city hall, next morning. She had remembered it only as a bleak56 inconspicuousness. She found it a liver-colored frame coop half a block from Main Street. The front was an unrelieved wall of clapboards and dirty windows. It had an unobstructed view of a vacant lot and Nat Hicks’s tailor shop. It was larger than the carpenter shop beside it, but not so well built.
No one was about. She walked into the corridor. On one side was the municipal court, like a country school; on the other, the room of the volunteer fire company, with a Ford21 hose-cart and the ornamental57 helmets used in parades, at the end of the hall, a filthy58 two-cell jail, now empty but smelling of ammonia and ancient sweat. The whole second story was a large unfinished room littered with piles of folding chairs, a lime-crusted mortar-mixing box, and the skeletons of Fourth of July floats covered with decomposing59 plaster shields and faded red, white, and blue bunting. At the end was an abortive60 stage. The room was large enough for the community dances which Mrs. Nat Hicks advocated. But Carol was after something bigger than dances.
In the afternoon she scampered61 to the public library.
The library was open three afternoons and four evenings a week. It was housed in an old dwelling62, sufficient but unattractive. Carol caught herself picturing pleasanter reading- rooms, chairs for children, an art collection, a librarian young enough to experiment.
She berated63 herself, “Stop this fever of reforming everything! I WILL be satisfied with the library! The city hall is enough for a beginning. And it’s really an excellent library. It’s — it isn’t so bad. . . . Is it possible that I am to find dishonesties and stupidity in every human activity I encounter? In schools and business and government and everything? Is there never any contentment, never any rest?”
She shook her head as though she were shaking off water, and hastened into the library, a young, light, amiable presence, modest in unbuttoned fur coat, blue suit, fresh organdy collar, and tan boots roughened from scuffling snow. Miss Villets stared at her, and Carol purred, “I was so sorry not to see you at the Thanatopsis yesterday. Vida said you might come.”
“Oh. You went to the Thanatopsis. Did you enjoy it?”
“So much. Such good papers on the poets.” Carol lied resolutely. “But I did think they should have had you give one of the papers on poetry!”
“Well —— Of course I’m not one of the bunch that seem to have the time to take and run the club, and if they prefer to have papers on literature by other ladies who have no literary training — after all, why should I complain? What am I but a city employee!”
“You’re not! You’re the one person that does — that does — oh, you do so much. Tell me, is there, uh —— Who are the people who control the club?”
Miss Villets emphatically stamped a date in the front of “Frank on the Lower Mississippi” for a small flaxen boy, glowered65 at him as though she were stamping a warning on his brain, and sighed:
“I wouldn’t put myself forward or criticize any one for the world, and Vida is one of my best friends, and such a splendid teacher, and there is no one in town more advanced and interested in all movements, but I must say that no matter who the president or the committees are, Vida Sherwin seems to be behind them all the time, and though she is always telling me about what she is pleased to call my ‘fine work in the library,’ I notice that I’m not often called on for papers, though Mrs. Lyman Cass once volunteered and told me that she thought my paper on ‘The Cathedrals of England’ was the most interesting paper we had, the year we took up English and French travel and architecture. But —— And of course Mrs. Mott and Mrs. Warren are very important in the club, as you might expect of the wives of the superintendent66 of schools and the Congregational pastor, and indeed they are both very cultured, but —— No, you may regard me as entirely unimportant. I’m sure what I say doesn’t matter a bit!”
“You’re much too modest, and I’m going to tell Vida so, and, uh, I wonder if you can give me just a teeny bit of your time and show me where the magazine files are kept?”
She had won. She was profusely67 escorted to a room like a grandmother’s attic68, where she discovered periodicals devoted to house-decoration and town-planning, with a six-year file of the National Geographic69. Miss Villets blessedly left her alone. Humming, fluttering pages with delighted fingers, Carol sat cross-legged on the floor, the magazines in heaps about her.
She found pictures of New England streets: the dignity of Falmouth, the charm of Concord70, Stockbridge and Farmington and Hillhouse Avenue. The fairy-book suburb of Forest Hills on Long Island. Devonshire cottages and Essex manors71 and a Yorkshire High Street and Port Sunlight. The Arab village of Djeddah — an intricately chased jewel-box. A town in California which had changed itself from the barren brick fronts and slatternly frame sheds of a Main Street to a way which led the eye down a vista72 of arcades73 and gardens.
Assured that she was not quite mad in her belief that a small American town might be lovely, as well as useful in buying wheat and selling plows74, she sat brooding, her thin fingers playing a tattoo75 on her cheeks. She saw in Gopher Prairie a Georgian city hall: warm brick walls with white shutters76, a fanlight, a wide hall and curving stair. She saw it the common home and inspiration not only of the town but of the country about. It should contain the court-room (she couldn’t get herself to put in a jail), public library, a collection of excellent prints, rest-room and model kitchen for farmwives, theater, lecture room, free community ballroom77, farm-bureau, gymnasium. Forming about it and influenced by it, as mediaeval villages gathered about the castle, she saw a new Georgian town as graceful78 and beloved as Annapolis or that bowery Alexandria to which Washington rode.
All this the Thanatopsis Club was to accomplish with no difficulty whatever, since its several husbands were the controllers of business and politics. She was proud of herself for this practical view.
She had taken only half an hour to change a wire-fenced potato-plot into a walled rose-garden. She hurried out to apprize Mrs. Leonard Warren, as president of the Thanatopsis, of the miracle which had been worked.
III
At a quarter to three Carol had left home; at half-past four she had created the Georgian town; at a quarter to five she was in the dignified79 poverty of the Congregational parsonage, her enthusiasm pattering upon Mrs. Leonard Warren like summer rain upon an old gray roof; at two minutes to five a town of demure80 courtyards and welcoming dormer windows had been erected81, and at two minutes past five the entire town was as flat as Babylon.
Erect82 in a black William and Mary chair against gray and speckly-brown volumes of sermons and Biblical commentaries and Palestine geographies upon long pine shelves, her neat black shoes firm on a rag-rug, herself as correct and low-toned as her background, Mrs. Warren listened without comment till Carol was quite through, then answered delicately:
“Yes, I think you draw a very nice picture of what might easily come to pass — some day. I have no doubt that such villages will be found on the prairie — some day. But if I might make just the least little criticism: it seems to me that you are wrong in supposing either that the city hall would be the proper start, or that the Thanatopsis would be the right instrument. After all, it’s the churches, isn’t it, that are the real heart of the community. As you may possibly know, my husband is prominent in Congregational circles all through the state for his advocacy of church-union. He hopes to see all the evangelical denominations83 joined in one strong body, opposing Catholicism and Christian84 Science, and properly guiding all movements that make for morality and prohibition85. Here, the combined churches could afford a splendid club-house, maybe a stucco and half-timber building with gargoyles86 and all sorts of pleasing decorations on it, which, it seems to me, would be lots better to impress the ordinary class of people than just a plain old-fashioned colonial house, such as you describe. And that would be the proper center for all educational and pleasurable activities, instead of letting them fall into the hands of the politicians.”
“I don’t suppose it will take more than thirty or forty years for the churches to get together?” Carol said innocently.
“Hardly that long even; things are moving so rapidly. So it would be a mistake to make any other plans.”
Carol did not recover her zeal87 till two days after, when she tried Mrs. George Edwin Mott, wife of the superintendent of schools.
Mrs. Mott commented, “Personally, I am terribly busy with dressmaking and having the seamstress in the house and all, but it would be splendid to have the other members of the Thanatopsis take up the question. Except for one thing: First and foremost, we must have a new schoolbuilding. Mr. Mott says they are terribly cramped.”
Carol went to view the old building. The grades and the high school were combined in a damp yellow-brick structure with the narrow windows of an antiquated88 jail — a hulk which expressed hatred89 and compulsory90 training. She conceded Mrs. Mott’s demand so violently that for two days she dropped her own campaign. Then she built the school and city hall together, as the center of the reborn town.
She ventured to the lead-colored dwelling of Mrs. Dave Dyer. Behind the mask of winter-stripped vines and a wide porch only a foot above the ground, the cottage was so impersonal91 that Carol could never visualize92 it. Nor could she remember anything that was inside it. But Mrs. Dyer was personal enough. With Carol, Mrs. Howland, Mrs. McGanum, and Vida Sherwin she was a link between the Jolly Seventeen and the serious Thanatopsis (in contrast to Juanita Haydock, who unnecessarily boasted of being a “lowbrow” and publicly stated that she would “see herself in jail before she’d write any darned old club papers”). Mrs. Dyer was superfeminine in the kimono in which she received Carol. Her skin was fine, pale, soft, suggesting a weak voluptuousness93. At afternoon- coffees she had been rude but now she addressed Carol as “dear,” and insisted on being called Maud. Carol did not quite know why she was uncomfortable in this talcum-powder atmosphere, but she hastened to get into the fresh air of her plans.
Maud Dyer granted that the city hall wasn’t “so very nice,” yet, as Dave said, there was no use doing anything about it till they received an appropriation94 from the state and combined a new city hall with a national guard armory95. Dave had given verdict, “What these mouthy youngsters that hang around the pool-room need is universal military training. Make men of ’em.”
Mrs. Dyer removed the new schoolbuilding from the city hall:
“Oh, so Mrs. Mott has got you going on her school craze! She’s been dinging at that till everybody’s sick and tired. What she really wants is a big office for her dear bald-headed Gawge to sit around and look important in. Of course I admire Mrs. Mott, and I’m very fond of her, she’s so brainy, even if she does try to butt64 in and run the Thanatopsis, but I must say we’re sick of her nagging96. The old building was good enough for us when we were kids! I hate these would-be women politicians, don’t you?”
IV
The first week of March had given promise of spring and stirred Carol with a thousand desires for lakes and fields and roads. The snow was gone except for filthy woolly patches under trees, the thermometer leaped in a day from wind-bitten chill to itchy warmth. As soon as Carol was convinced that even in this imprisoned97 North, spring could exist again, the snow came down as abruptly98 as a paper storm in a theater; the northwest gale99 flung it up in a half blizzard100; and with her hope of a glorified101 town went hope of summer meadows.
But a week later, though the snow was everywhere in slushy heaps, the promise was unmistakable. By the invisible hints in air and sky and earth which had aroused her every year through ten thousand generations she knew that spring was coming. It was not a scorching103, hard, dusty day like the treacherous104 intruder of a week before, but soaked with languor105, softened106 with a milky107 light. Rivulets108 were hurrying in each alley109; a calling robin110 appeared by magic on the crab-apple tree in the Howlands’ yard. Everybody chuckled111, “Looks like winter is going,” and “This ‘ll bring the frost out of the roads — have the autos out pretty soon now — wonder what kind of bass-fishing we’ll get this summer — ought to be good crops this year.”
Each evening Kennicott repeated, “We better not take off our Heavy Underwear or the storm windows too soon — might be ‘nother spell of cold — got to be careful ‘bout catching112 cold — wonder if the coal will last through?”
The expanding forces of life within her choked the desire for reforming. She trotted113 through the house, planning the spring cleaning with Bea. When she attended her second meeting of the Thanatopsis she said nothing about remaking the town. She listened respectably to statistics on Dickens, Thackeray, Jane Austen, George Eliot, Scott, Hardy114, Lamb, De Quincey, and Mrs. Humphry Ward51, who, it seemed, constituted the writers of English Fiction and Essays.
Not till she inspected the rest-room did she again become a fanatic115. She had often glanced at the store-building which had been turned into a refuge in which farmwives could wait while their husbands transacted116 business. She had heard Vida Sherwin and Mrs. Warren caress117 the virtue118 of the Thanatopsis in establishing the rest-room and in sharing with the city council the expense of maintaining it. But she had never entered it till this March day.
She went in impulsively119; nodded at the matron, a plump worthy widow named Nodelquist, and at a couple of farm- women who were meekly120 rocking. The rest-room resembled a second-hand121 store. It was furnished with discarded patent rockers, lopsided reed chairs, a scratched pine table, a gritty straw mat, old steel engravings of milkmaids being morally amorous122 under willow-trees, faded chromos of roses and fish, and a kerosene123 stove for warming lunches. The front window was darkened by torn net curtains and by a mound124 of geraniums and rubber-plants.
While she was listening to Mrs. Nodelquist’s account of how many thousands of farmers’ wives used the rest-room every year, and how much they “appreciated the kindness of the ladies in providing them with this lovely place, and all free,” she thought, “Kindness nothing! The kind-ladies’ husbands get the farmers’ trade. This is mere125 commercial accommodation. And it’s horrible. It ought to be the most charming room in town, to comfort women sick of prairie kitchens. Certainly it ought to have a clear window, so that they can see the metropolitan126 life go by. Some day I’m going to make a better rest-room — a club-room. Why! I’ve already planned that as part of my Georgian town hall!”
So it chanced that she was plotting against the peace of the Thanatopsis at her third meeting (which covered Scandinavian, Russian, and Polish Literature, with remarks by Mrs. Leonard Warren on the sinful paganism of the Russian so-called church). Even before the entrance of the coffee and hot rolls Carol seized on Mrs. Champ Perry, the kind and ample- bosomed127 pioneer woman who gave historic dignity to the modern matrons of the Thanatopsis. She poured out her plans. Mrs. Perry nodded and stroked Carol’s hand, but at the end she sighed:
“I wish I could agree with you, dearie. I’m sure you’re one of the Lord’s anointed (even if we don’t see you at the Baptist Church as often as we’d like to)! But I’m afraid you’re too tender-hearted. When Champ and I came here we teamed-it with an ox-cart from Sauk Centre to Gopher Prairie, and there was nothing here then but a stockade128 and a few soldiers and some log cabins. When we wanted salt pork and gunpowder129, we sent out a man on horseback, and probably he was shot dead by the Injuns before he got back. We ladies — of course we were all farmers at first — we didn’t expect any rest-room in those days. My, we’d have thought the one they have now was simply elegant! My house was roofed with hay and it leaked something terrible when it rained — only dry place was under a shelf.
“And when the town grew up we thought the new city hall was real fine. And I don’t see any need for dance-halls. Dancing isn’t what it was, anyway. We used to dance modest, and we had just as much fun as all these young folks do now with their terrible Turkey Trots130 and hugging and all. But if they must neglect the Lord’s injunction that young girls ought to be modest, then I guess they manage pretty well at the K. P. Hall and the Oddfellows’, even if some of tie lodges131 don’t always welcome a lot of these foreigners and hired help to all their dances. And I certainly don’t see any need of a farm-bureau or this domestic science demonstration132 you talk about. In my day the boys learned to farm by honest sweating, and every gal50 could cook, or her ma learned her how across her knee! Besides, ain’t there a county agent at Wakamin? He comes here once a fortnight, maybe. That’s enough monkeying with this scientific farming — Champ says there’s nothing to it anyway.
“And as for a lecture hall — haven’t we got the churches? Good deal better to listen to a good old-fashioned sermon than a lot of geography and books and things that nobody needs to know — more ‘n enough heathen learning right here in the Thanatopsis. And as for trying to make a whole town in this Colonial architecture you talk about —— I do love nice things; to this day I run ribbons into my petticoats, even if Champ Perry does laugh at me, the old villain133! But just the same I don’t believe any of us old-timers would like to see the town that we worked so hard to build being tore down to make a place that wouldn’t look like nothing but some Dutch story- book and not a bit like the place we loved. And don’t you think it’s sweet now? All the trees and lawns? And such comfy houses, and hot-water heat and electric lights and telephones and cement walks and everything? Why, I thought everybody from the Twin Cities always said it was such a beautiful town!”
Carol forswore herself; declared that Gopher Prairie had the color of Algiers and the gaiety of Mardi Gras.
Yet the next afternoon she was pouncing134 on Mrs. Lyman Cass, the hook-nosed consort135 of the owner of the flour-mill.
Mrs. Cass’s parlor belonged to the crammed-Victorian school, as Mrs. Luke Dawson’s belonged to the bare-Victorian. It was furnished on two principles: First, everything must resemble something else. A rocker had a back like a lyre, a near-leather seat imitating tufted cloth, and arms like Scotch Presbyterian lions; with knobs, scrolls136, shields, and spear-points on unexpected portions of the chair. The second principle of the crammed-Victorian school was that every inch of the interior must be filled with useless objects.
The walls of Mrs. Cass’s parlor were plastered with “hand- painted” pictures, “buckeye” pictures, of birch-trees, news- boys, puppies, and church-steeples on Christmas Eve; with a plaque137 depicting138 the Exposition Building in Minneapolis, burnt- wood portraits of Indian chiefs of no tribe in particular, a pansy-decked poetic139 motto, a Yard of Roses, and the banners of the educational institutions attended by the Casses’ two sons — Chicopee Falls Business College and McGilllcuddy University. One small square table contained a card-receiver of painted china with a rim32 of wrought140 and gilded141 lead, a Family Bible, Grant’s Memoirs142, the latest novel by Mrs. Gene102 Stratton Porter, a wooden model of a Swiss chalet which was also a bank for dimes143, a polished abalone shell holding one black-headed pin and one empty spool144, a velvet145 pin-cushion in a gilded metal slipper16 with “Souvenir of Troy, N. Y.” stamped on the toe, and an unexplained red glass dish which had warts146.
Mrs. Cass’s first remark was, “I must show you all my pretty things and art objects.”
She piped, after Carol’s appeal:
“I see. You think the New England villages and Colonial houses are so much more cunning than these Middlewestern towns. I’m glad you feel that way. You’ll be interested to know I was born in Vermont.”
“And don’t you think we ought to try to make Gopher Prai ——”
“My gracious no! We can’t afford it. Taxes are much too high as it is. We ought to retrench147, and not let the city council spend another cent. Uh —— Don’t you think that was a grand paper Mrs. Westlake read about Tolstoy? I was so glad she pointed148 out how all his silly socialistic ideas failed.”
What Mrs. Cass said was what Kennicott said, that evening. Not in twenty years would the council propose or Gopher Prairie vote the funds for a new city hall.
V
Carol had avoided exposing her plans to Vida Sherwin. She was shy of the big-sister manner; Vida would either laugh at her or snatch the idea and change it to suit herself. But there was no other hope. When Vida came in to tea Carol sketched149 her Utopia.
Vida was soothing150 but decisive:
“My dear, you’re all off. I would like to see it: a real gardeny place to shut out the gales151. But it can’t be done. What could the clubwomen accomplish?”
“Their husbands are the most important men in town. They ARE the town!”
“But the town as a separate unit is not the husband of the Thanatopsis. If you knew the trouble we had in getting the city council to spend the money and cover the pumping-station with vines! Whatever you may think of Gopher Prairie women, they’re twice as progressive as the men.”
“But can’t the men see the ugliness?”
“They don’t think it’s ugly. And how can you prove it? Matter of taste. Why should they like what a Boston architect likes?”
“What they like is to sell prunes152!”
“Well, why not? Anyway, the point is that you have to work from the inside, with what we have, rather than from the outside, with foreign ideas. The shell ought not to be forced on the spirit. It can’t be! The bright shell has to grow out of the spirit, and express it. That means waiting. If we keep after the city council for another ten years they MAY vote the bonds for a new school.”
“I refuse to believe that if they saw it the big men would be too tight-fisted to spend a few dollars each for a building — think! — dancing and lectures and plays, all done co-operatively!”
“You mention the word ‘co-operative’ to the merchants and they’ll lynch you! The one thing they fear more than mail- order houses is that farmers’ co-operative movements may get started.”
“The secret trails that lead to scared pocket-books! Always, in everything! And I don’t have any of the fine melodrama153 of fiction: the dictagraphs and speeches by torchlight. I’m merely blocked by stupidity. Oh, I know I’m a fool. I dream of Venice, and I live in Archangel and scold because the Northern seas aren’t tender-colored. But at least they sha’n’t keep me from loving Venice, and sometime I’ll run away —— All right. No more.”
She flung out her hands in a gesture of renunciation.
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Early May; wheat springing up in blades like grass; corn and potatoes being planted; the land humming. For two days there had been steady rain. Even in town the roads were a furrowed154 welter of mud, hideous155 to view and difficult to cross. Main Street was a black swamp from curb156 to curb; on residence streets the grass parking beside the walks oozed157 gray water. It was prickly hot, yet the town was barren under the bleak sky. Softened neither by snow nor by waving boughs158 the houses squatted159 and scowled160, revealed in their unkempt harshness.
As she dragged homeward Carol looked with distaste at her clay-loaded rubbers, the smeared161 hem5 of her skirt. She passed Lyman Cass’s pinnacled162, dark-red, hulking house. She waded163 a streaky yellow pool. This morass164 was not her home, she insisted. Her home, and her beautiful town, existed in her mind. They had already been created. The task was done. What she really had been questing was some one to share them with her. Vida would not; Kennicott could not.
Some one to share her refuge.
Suddenly she was thinking of Guy Pollock.
She dismissed him. He was too cautious. She needed a spirit as young and unreasonable165 as her own. And she would never find it. Youth would never come singing. She was beaten.
Yet that same evening she had an idea which solved the rebuilding of Gopher Prairie.
Within ten minutes she was jerking the old-fashioned bell- pull of Luke Dawson. Mrs. Dawson opened the door and peered doubtfully about the edge of it. Carol kissed her cheek, and frisked into the lugubrious166 sitting-room.
“Well, well, you’re a sight for sore eyes!” chuckled Mr. Dawson, dropping his newspaper, pushing his spectacles back on his forehead.
“You seem so excited,” sighed Mrs. Dawson.
“I am! Mr. Dawson, aren’t you a millionaire?”
He cocked his head, and purred, “Well, I guess if I cashed in on all my securities and farm-holdings and my interests in iron on the Mesaba and in Northern timber and cut-over lands, I could push two million dollars pretty close, and I’ve made every cent of it by hard work and having the sense to not go out and spend every ——”
“I think I want most of it from you!”
The Dawsons glanced at each other in appreciation of the jest; and he chirped167, “You’re worse than Reverend Benlick! He don’t hardly ever strike me for more than ten dollars — at a time!”
“I’m not joking. I mean it! Your children in the Cities are grown-up and well-to-do. You don’t want to die and leave your name unknown. Why not do a big, original thing? Why not rebuild the whole town? Get a great architect, and have him plan a town that would be suitable to the prairie. Perhaps he’d create some entirely new form of architecture. Then tear down all these shambling buildings ——”
Mr. Dawson had decided that she really did mean it. He wailed168, “Why, that would cost at least three or four million dollars!”
“But you alone, just one man, have two of those millions!”
“Me? Spend all my hard-earned cash on building houses for a lot of shiftless beggars that never had the sense to save their money? Not that I’ve ever been mean. Mama could always have a hired girl to do the work — when we could find one. But her and I have worked our fingers to the bone and — spend it on a lot of these rascals169 ——?”
“Please! Don’t be angry! I just mean — I mean —— Oh, not spend all of it, of course, but if you led off the list, and the others came in, and if they heard you talk about a more attractive town ——”
“Why now, child, you’ve got a lot of notions. Besides what’s the matter with the town? Looks good to me. I’ve had people that have traveled all over the world tell me time and again that Gopher Prairie is the prettiest place in the Middlewest. Good enough for anybody. Certainly good enough for Mama and me. Besides! Mama and me are plan- ning to go out to Pasadena and buy a bungalow170 and live there.”
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She had met Miles Bjornstam on the street. For the second of welcome encounter this workman with the bandit mustache and the muddy overalls171 seemed nearer than any one else to the credulous172 youth which she was seeking to fight beside her, and she told him, as a cheerful anecdote173, a little of her story.
He grunted174, “I never thought I’d be agreeing with Old Man Dawson, the penny-pinching old land-thief — and a fine briber175 he is, too. But you got the wrong slant176. You aren’t one of the people — yet. You want to do something for the town. I don’t! I want the town to do something for itself. We don’t want old Dawson’s money — not if it’s a gift, with a string. We’ll take it away from him, because it belongs to us. You got to get more iron and cussedness into you. Come join us cheerful bums177, and some day — when we educate ourselves and quit being bums — we’ll take things and run ’em straight.”
He had changed from her friend to a cynical178 man in over alls. She could not relish179 the autocracy180 of “cheerful bums.”
She forgot him as she tramped the outskirts181 of town.
She had replaced The city hall project by an entirely new and highly exhilarating thought of how little was done for these unpicturesque poor.
VIII
The spring of the plains is not a reluctant virgin182 but brazen183 and soon away. The mud roads of a few days ago are powdery dust and the puddles184 beside them have hardened into lozenges of black sleek185 earth like cracked patent leather.
Carol was panting as she crept to the meeting of the Thanatopsis program committee which was to decide the subject for next fall and winter.
Madam Chairman (Miss Ella Stowbody in an oyster- colored blouse) asked if there was any new business.
Carol rose. She suggested that the Thanatopsis ought to help the poor of the town. She was ever so correct and modern. She did not, she said, want charity for them, but a chance of self-help; an employment bureau, direction in washing babies and making pleasing stews186, possibly a municipal fund for home- building. “What do you think of my plans, Mrs. Warren?” she concluded.
Speaking judiciously187, as one related to the church by marriage, Mrs. Warren gave verdict:
“I’m sure we’re all heartily188 in accord with Mrs. Kennicott in feeling that wherever genuine poverty is encountered, it is not only noblesse oblige but a joy to fulfil our duty to the less fortunate ones. But I must say it seems to me we should lose the whole point of the thing by not regarding it as charity. Why, that’s the chief adornment189 of the true Christian and the church! The Bible has laid it down for our guidance. ‘Faith, Hope, and CHARITY,’ it says, and, ‘The poor ye have with ye always,’ which indicates that there never can be anything to these so-called scientific schemes for abolishing charity, never! And isn’t it better so? I should hate to think of a world in which we were deprived of all the pleasure of giving. Besides, if these shiftless folks realize they’re getting charity, and not something to which they have a right, they’re so much more grateful.”
“Besides,” snorted Miss Ella Stowbody, “they’ve been fooling you, Mrs. Kennicott. There isn’t any real poverty here. Take that Mrs. Steinhof you speak of: I send her our washing whenever there’s too much for our hired girl — I must have sent her ten dollars’ worth the past year alone! I’m sure Papa would never approve of a city home-building fund. Papa says these folks are fakers. Especially all these tenant190 farmers that pretend they have so much trouble getting seed and machinery191. Papa says they simply won’t pay their debts. He says he’s sure he hates to foreclose mortgages, but it’s the only way to make them respect the law.”
“And then think of all the clothes we give these people!” said Mrs. Jackson Elder.
Carol intruded192 again. “Oh yes. The clothes. I was going to speak of that. Don’t you think that when we give clothes to the poor, if we do give them old ones, we ought to mend them first and make them as presentable as we can? Next Christmas when the Thanatopsis makes its distribution, wouldn’t it be jolly if we got together and sewed on the clothes, and trimmed hats, and made them ——”
“Heavens and earth, they have more time than we have! They ought to be mighty193 good and grateful to get anything, no matter what shape it’s in. I know I’m not going to sit and sew for that lazy Mrs. Vopni, with all I’ve got to do!” snapped Ella Stowbody.
They were glaring at Carol. She reflected that Mrs. Vopni, whose husband had been killed by a train, had ten children.
But Mrs. Mary Ellen Wilks was smiling. Mrs. Wilks was the proprietor194 of Ye Art Shoppe and Magazine and Book Store, and the reader of the small Christian Science church. She made it all clear:
“If this class of people had an understanding of Science and that we are the children of God and nothing can harm us, they wouldn’t be in error and poverty.”
Mrs. Jackson Elder confirmed, “Besides, it strikes me the club is already doing enough, with tree-planting and the anti- fly campaign and the responsibility for the rest-room — to say nothing of the fact that we’ve talked of trying to get the railroad to put in a park at the station!”
“I think so too!” said Madam Chairman. She glanced uneasily at Miss Sherwin. “But what do you think, Vida?”
Vida smiled tactfully at each of the committee, and announced, “Well, I don’t believe we’d better start anything more right now. But it’s been a privilege to hear Carol’s dear generous ideas, hasn’t it! Oh! There is one thing we must decide on at once. We must get together and oppose any move on the part of the Minneapolis clubs to elect another State Federation196 president from the Twin Cities. And this Mrs. Edgar Potbury they’re putting forward — I know there are people who think she’s a bright interesting speaker, but I regard her as very shallow. What do you say to my writing to the Lake Ojibawasha Club, telling them that if their district will support Mrs. Warren for second vice-president, we’ll support their Mrs. Hagelton (and such a dear, lovely, cultivated woman, too) for president.”
“Yes! We ought to show up those Minneapolis folks!” Ella Stowbody said acidly. “And oh, by the way, we must oppose this movement of Mrs. Potbury’s to have the state clubs come out definitely in favor of woman suffrage. Women haven’t any place in politics. They would lose all their daintiness and charm if they became involved in these horried plots and log-rolling and all this awful political stuff about scandal and personalities197 and so on.”
All — save one — nodded. They interrupted the formal business-meeting to discuss Mrs. Edgar Potbury’s husband, Mrs. Potbury’s income, Mrs. Potbury’s sedan, Mrs. Potbury’s residence, Mrs. Potbury’s oratorical198 style, Mrs. Potbury’s mandarin199 evening coat, Mrs. Potbury’s coiffure, and Mrs. Potbury’s altogether reprehensible200 influence on the State Federation of Women’s Clubs.
Before the program committee adjourned201 they took three minutes to decide which of the subjects suggested by the magazine Culture Hints, Furnishings and China, or The Bible as Literature, would be better for the coming year. There was one annoying incident. Mrs. Dr. Kennicott interfered202 and showed off again. She commented, “Don’t you think that we already get enough of the Bible in our churches and Sunday Schools?”
Mrs. Leonard Warren, somewhat out of order but much more out of temper, cried, “Well upon my word! I didn’t suppose there was any one who felt that we could get enough of the Bible! I guess if the Grand Old Book has withstood the attacks of infidels for these two thousand years it is worth our SLIGHT consideration!”
“Oh, I didn’t mean ——” Carol begged. Inasmuch as she did mean, it was hard to be extremely lucid203. “But I wish, instead of limiting ourselves either to the Bible, or to anecdotes204 about the Brothers Adam’s wigs205, which Culture Hints seems to regard as the significant point about furniture, we could study some of the really stirring ideas that are springing up today — whether it’s chemistry or anthropology206 or labor problems — the things that are going to mean so terribly much.”
Everybody cleared her polite throat.
Madam Chairman inquired, “Is there any other discussion? Will some one make a motion to adopt the suggestion of Vida Sherwin — to take up Furnishings and China?”
It was adopted, unanimously.
“Checkmate!” murmured Carol, as she held up her hand.
Had she actually believed that she could plant a seed of liberalism in the blank wall of mediocrity? How had she fallen into the folly207 of trying to plant anything whatever in a wall so smooth and sun-glazed, and so satisfying to the happy sleepers208 within?
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anthropology
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