Somewhere between the ages of sixteen and eighteen, one was loosed on a free and lively social intercourse3 from which one was expected to emerge later, triumphantly4 mated. This was obligatory5; otherwise your family sighed and said that somehow Olivia didn't seem to know how to catch a husband, and then painstakingly6 refrained from the subject in your presence; or your mother, if she was particularly loyal, said she had always thought there was no call for a girl to marry if she didn't feel to want to. But anything resembling maternal7 interference in your behalf was looked upon as worldly minded, or at the least unnecessary. The custom of chaperonage was unheard of; girls were supposed to be trusted.
I do not recall now that I ever had any particular instruction as to how to conduct myself toward young men except that they were never on any account to take liberties. Whatever else went to the difficult business of mating you were supposed to pick up. That I did not pass through this period in entire obliviousness9 was due to Pauline, who had the keenest appreciation10 of her effect on the opposite sex. She was the sort of girl who is described as having always had a great deal of attention; she had a nice Procrustean11 notion of the sort of young man to be engaged to—our maiden12 imagination hardly went farther than that—and her young ladyhood appeared to be a process of trying it on the greatest possible number of eligible13 Taylorvillians. When she came home from Montecito she had already met Henry Mills at the house of a roommate where she had spent the Easter vacation, and he had sent her flowers at commencement and verses of his own composition.
It was Pauline who explained to me that unless I had some young man like Tommy Bettersworth who could be counted on, I could hardly hope to be "in" things—when they made up a party to go sleighing, for instance, or a picnic to Willesden Lake. I liked being in things and did not altogether dislike Tommy Bettersworth. He was a thoroughly14 creditable beau and required very little handling, for even as early as that I had an inkling of what I have long since concluded, that a man who requires overmuch to be played and baited, held off and on, is rather poor game after you have got him. It worried Pauline not a little that I forgave Tommy so lightly for small offences; she was afraid it might appear that I liked him too much, when in truth it was only that I liked him too little. And for complacence, if I had had any disposition15 toward it, I was saved by the shocking example of Forester, all of whose relations were tinged16 by his vocation17 of model son. He had acquired by this time a manner, by the intimacy18, greater than is common in boys, with which he lived into the feminine life of the household, and by his daily performance of measuring off petticoats and matching hose, which admitted him to families where we visited, on a footing that enabled him to flirt19 with the daughters under the very apron-strings of their mothers. You couldn't somehow maintain a strict virginal severity with a young man who had just taken an informed and personal interest in your mother's flannelette wrappers, the credit of whose dutifulness was a warrant for his not meaning anything in particular. In short, Forrie spooned.
I think now there was some excuse for him; he had been wrenched21 very early by his affections from the normal outbreaks of adolescence22; he had never to my knowledge been "out with the boys." Unless he got it in the business of junior clerk at the Coöperative, he could hardly be said to have a male life at all; he was being shaped to a man's performance at the expense of his mannishness. But against his philandering23 rose up, not only the fastidiousness of girlhood, but some latent sense of rightness, as keen in me as the violinist's for the variation of tone; something that questioned the justice of pronouncing thoroughly moral a young man who, if he never went over the brink24, was willing to spend a considerable portion of his time on the edge of it. I should have admired Forester more at this juncture25 if he had been a little wild—and I knew perfectly26 that my mother would have interdicted27 any social life for me whatever if I had permitted a tithe28 of the familiarities allowed to my brother.
Among the other things which a girl was expected to "pick up," along with the art of attracting a husband, was the vital information with which she was expected to meet the occasion of marrying one. It was all a part of the general assumption of the truth as something not suitable for the young to know, that nobody told us any of these things if they could help it. I do not mean to say that there was not a certain amount of half information whispered about among the girls, who by the avidity for such whisperings established themselves as not quite nice. But Pauline Allingham and I were nice girls. What this meant was that nothing that pertained29 to the mystery of marriage reached us through all the suppression and evasions30 of the social conspiracy31, except the obviousness of maternity32. I remember how intimations of it as part of our legitimate33 experience, began to grow upon us with a profound and tender curiosity toward very young children, and, particularly on Pauline's part, a great shyness of being seen in their company. But we were not expected to possess ourselves of accurate information until we were already involved in it.
We had reached the age when matrons no longer avoided references to its most conspicuous34 phases in our presence, before we found words for mentioning it to one another. There was a young aunt of Pauline's lent something to that.
She was a sister of Mr. Allingham, come to stay with them while her husband was absent somewhere in the West. Pauline told me about it one of the week-ends she spent at home from Montecito; this was Saturday afternoon, and she had found the aunt in the house on her return the evening before.
"Do you know," she said, "it is very queer the way I feel about Aunt Alice—the way she is, you know. Mamma hadn't told me, and when I came into the sitting room and saw her, I thought I was going to cry; and it wasn't that I was sorry either ... I'm awfully35 fond of her. I just felt it."
"Yes, I know," I admitted.
"Aunt Alice is so sensible," Pauline explained a few weeks later, "she talks to me a great deal; she's only a few years older than I am. She has shown me all her things for the baby. Mamma didn't think she ought ... you know how mothers are. They're in the bureau drawer in the best room. I'll show them to you some time; Alice won't mind."
Alice didn't mind, it appeared, so it must have been shyness that led us to select the afternoon when the married women were away, and though I cannot forgive the conditions which led us so surreptitiously to touch the fringe of the great experience, I own still to some tenderness for the two girls with their heads together that bright hot afternoon, over the bureau drawer in Mrs. Allingham's best room. Pauline showed me a little sacque which she had crocheted36.
"Mother thought I was too young, but Alice said I might."
"You must have liked to, awfully," I envied.
"That's one of the nice things about having children, I should think"—Pauline fingered a hemstitched slip—"you can make things for them."
"Which would you rather have, girls or boys?" I hazarded.
"But boys ... they can do so many things when they grow up." I felt rather strongly on that point.
"Alice says"—Pauline folded the little frock—"that she's so glad to have it she doesn't care which it is." Something, perhaps an echo of my mother's experience, pricked38 in me.
"They aren't always as glad as that."
"I suppose not. Alice is having this one because she wants it."
We looked at one another. We would have liked to have spoken further, to have defined ourselves, despoiled39 ourselves of tenderness, nobilities, but around the whole subject lay the blank expanse of our ignorance. We locked the drawer again and went out and played croquet. And that was how we stood toward our normal destiny that summer when Pauline was wondering if Henry Mills meant to propose to her, and I was wondering how much longer I could keep Tommy Bettersworth from proposing to me.
I managed to stave it off until the end of September. On the twenty-second of that month there was a picnic at Willesden Lake. There were ten couples of us, and Flora40 Haines, who was wanted to count even with a young man who was to join us at the lake, a stranger to most of us, nephew to one of the wealthiest farmers in the township. We had always wished there might have been young people at the Garrett farm, and there was some talk of this nephew, who was to come on a visit, being adopted.
Some of our brothers had made his acquaintance, and Pauline, who had met him at Montecito, had warranted him as "interesting." I believe Flora Haines was invited to pair with him because every girl felt that Flora would be eminently41 safe to trust her own young man to in the event of Helmeth Garrett proving more worth while.
Henry Mills, who was reading law at the county seat of the adjoining county, had come over for the picnic and was expected to bring matters to a crisis with Pauline, and Forester had a day off to take Belle42 Endsleigh, who was at the point of pitying him because, though he had such an affectionate disposition, so long as his mother depended on him he couldn't think of marrying. We had no chaperone of course; several of the couples were engaged, and there were brothers; we wouldn't have to put up with the implication that we were not able to manage by ourselves.
It was the sort of day ... soft Indian summer, painted woodlands, gossamer43 glinting high in the windless air ... on which Forester found it necessary to hope brotherly that I should be able to get through it without being silly. By that he meant that the submerged Olivia, however interestingly she might read in a book, was highly incomprehensible and nearly always ridiculous to her contemporaries.
Willesden Lake was properly a drainage pond of four or five acres in extent, drawn44 like a bow about the contour of two hills; water-lilies grew at the head where a stream came in, and muskrats45 built at the lower end. The picnic ground was in the hollow between the two hills, by a spring, where the grass grew smooth like a lawn to the roots of oaks burning blood red from leaf to leaf. As it turned out, though we put off lunch for him for an hour, young Mr. Garrett did not come, and as the party sat about on the mossy hummocks46 in the quiet of repletion47, I thought nothing could be so much worth while as to leave Tommy in care of Flora Haines and get away into the woods by myself. The soul of the weather had got into my soul and I felt I should discredit48 myself with Forester if I stayed. There was a little footpath49 that led down by a rill to the lake, and as I took it, there was scarcely a sound louder than the soft down-rustle of the painted leaves. There were two or three old boats, half water-logged, tied at the head of the lake, and one of these I found and paddled across to the opposite bank. I had not known there was a path there opening from the dewberry bushes that dipped along the border, but the spirit in my feet answered to its invitation. I followed it up the hill through the leaf drift that heaped whispering in the smoky wood. I spread out my arms as I went and began to move to the rhythm of chanted verse. Where the red and gold and russet banners brushed me I was touched delicately as with flame. I had on a very pretty dress that day, I remember, a thin organdy with a leaf pattern, made up over yellow sateen, and the consciousness of suitability worked happily on my mind. At the top of the hill I struck into an old wood road where it passed through a grove51 of young hickory, blazing yellow like a host. Here I went slowly and dropped the chanting to the measure of classic English verse; it was the only means of expression Taylorville had provided me. Scene after scene I went through happy and oblivious8. I had been at it half an hour perhaps, moving forward with the natural impetus52 of the play, in the faint old wagon53 tracks, and had got as far as
—Flowers that affrighted she let fall
From Dis's wagon!—
when I was startled by the clapping of hands, and looked up to see a young man sitting on the top of a rail fence that ran straight across the way, as though he might have stopped there to rest in the act of climbing over.
"I knew you would see me the next minute," he said, "and I wanted to be discovered in the act of appreciation." He sprang down from the fence and came toward me, taking off his hat. "I suppose you are from the picnic; I expected to find you somewhere about. I am Helmeth Garrett."
"They're at the spring—we waited lunch for you. I am Miss Lattimore; Olivia May," I supplemented. I was a little doubtful about that point, for at Taylorville we called one another by our first names. I was pleased with the swiftness with which he struck upon a permissible54 compromise.
"I owe you all sorts of apologies, Miss Olivia, but the mare55 I was to ride went lame50 and uncle couldn't spare me another, so I had an early lunch at the house and walked over." As he stood looking down at me I saw that he had a crop of unruly dark hair and what there was in his face that Pauline had found interesting. He wore a soft red tie, knotted loosely at the collar of a white flannel20 shirt, and for the rest of him was dressed very much as other young men. All at once a spark of irrepressible friendliness56 flashed up in smiles between us.
It seemed the merest chance then that I had come across the wood to meet him. In the light of what has happened since, I see that the guardian57 of my submerged self was doing what it could for me; but against the embattled social forces of Taylorville what could even the gods do!
"If you will take me to the others," he suggested, "I can make my excuses, and then we can talk." It was remarkable58, I thought, that he should have discovered so early that we would wish to talk. We began to move in the direction of the lake.
"Were you doing a play?" he asked. I nodded.
"How long were you watching me?"
"Since you passed the plum brush yonder; it was bully59! Are you going on the stage?" I explained about Professor Winter and the elocution lessons.
"They don't approve of the stage in Taylorville," I finished, touched by the vanishing trace of a realization60 that up to this moment the objection would have been stated personally.
"And with all your talent! Oh, I know what I'm saying. I lived in Chicago four years and saw a lot of the theatre."
He began to talk to me of the stage, probably much of it neither informed nor profitable, but I had never heard it talked of before in unembarrassed relevancy to living, and he had that trick of speech that goes with the achieving propensity61, of accelerating his own energy as he talked, so that its backwater fairly floated us into the ease of intimacy. There was no doubt we were tremendously pleased with one another. I was throbbing62 still with the measure of verse and moved half trippingly to the rhythm of my blood.
"Do you dance too?" What went with that implied something personal and complimentary63.
"Oh, no—a few steps I've picked up at school. That's another of the things we don't approve at Taylorville."
"I say, what a lot of old mossbacks there must be about here anyway. Take my uncle, now...." He went on to tell me how he had tried to induce his uncle, who could afford it, to advance the money for technical training in engineering. Uncle Garrett was of the opinion that Helmeth would do better to get a job with some good man and "pick up things ... always managed to get along by rule of thumb himself," said the nephew, "and thinks all the rest of us ought to. I said, 'How would it be with a doctor, now, just to scramble64 up his medicine?' but you can't get through to my uncle. He thinks a man who can run a thrashing machine is an engineer."
I remember that we found it necessary to sit down on the slope of the hill toward the pond while he sketched65 for me his notion of what an engineer's career might be. "But you've got to have technical training ... got to! Talk about rule of thumb ... it's like going at it with no thumbs at all." In the midst of this we remembered that we ought to be looking for the rest of the picnickers. Once in the boat, however, there was a muskrat's nest which, as something new to him, had to be poked66 into, and we stopped to gather lilies, which I could not have done by myself without wetting my dress. When we came at last to the spring, we found the lunch baskets huddled67 under the oak and nobody about.
I think we must have been very far gone by this time in the young rapture68 of intimacy. The wood was smokily still, and we scuffed69 great heaps of the leaves together as we walked about pretending to look for the others. I remember it seemed a singular flame-touched circumstance that the leaves flew up from under our feet and fell lightly on our faces and our hair.
"I suppose we can't help finding them; the wonder is they haven't been spoiling our good talk before now."
"Oh," I protested, "if you hadn't been coming to look for them you wouldn't have met me."
"And now that we have met, we are going to keep on. I'm coming to see you. May I?"
"If you care so much...." A little spiral of wind rising fountain-wise out of the breathlessness whirled up a smother70 of brightening leaves; it caught my skirts and whipped them against his knees. It seemed to have blown our hands together too, though I am at a loss to know how that was.
"Care!" he said. "If I care? Oh, you beauty, you wonder!" All at once he had kissed me.
The electrical moment hung in the air, poised71, took flight upward in dizzying splendour. Suddenly from within the wood came a little snigger of laughter.
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