Part 5 (1/2)
”You agree vit' me?”
”It seems reasonable; the subject is one that you have deeply studied.”
”Ach so! T'e perfect organism must haf t'e perfect beauty. T'e vorld has nefer seen a perfectly beautiful man or voman. Vat vould it say to von, t'ink you? But perfection, you vill tell me, is far to seek,” he went on, without waiting for a reply. ”Yet people haf learned t'at many diseases are crimes. By-and-by, we may teach t'em t'at bat organism is t'e vorst of crimes; beautiful organism t'e first duty. V'at do you say?”
The fur-capped girl pushed back her chair.
”Prof. Darmstetter,” she said, ”will you be good enough to look at my sections?”
”He's stirred up the hornets' nest,” whispered Helen. ”But come; perhaps they will show us. Those girls are so clever; they're sure to have something interesting.”
CHAPTER IV.
THE G.o.dDESS AND THE MOB.
As we descended the stairway and pa.s.sed groups of students in front of the bulletin boards in the hall, Helen said:--
”I am afraid you shouldn't have called for me. It isn't usual here.”
”We'll introduce the custom. How could I help coming--after yesterday?
Helen--”
”Have you seen Grant's tomb?” she inquired hastily. ”It's just beyond the college buildings, hidden by them. You mustn't miss it, after coming so far.”
We had issued on the Boulevard, and a few steps brought us in view of the stately white shrine on Claremont Heights. But I looked instead at her brilliant face against the velvety background of black hat and feather boa.
The sun's rays, striking across the river, played hide-and-seek in her s.h.i.+mmering hair, warming it to gold and touching the rose of her cheeks to a clear radiance. Her eyes were scintillant with changing, flas.h.i.+ng lights.
”Well?” she challenged at last, half daring, half afraid. ”You know me to-day?”
”You are a sun G.o.ddess. Helen, what does it mean?”
”New York agrees vit' me,” Her laugh was irresistible--low and sweet, a laugh that made the glad day brighter. ”How not? It is vun fine large city.”
We laughed together to the memory of _Actinia_.
”I am a goot organism. T'e bat organisms vish to scratch me; but t'ey are not so fery bat. In time ve may teach t'em gootness.”
”If Darmstetter doesn't think you a perfect organism, he must be hard to satisfy. He's a peculiar organism himself. Has he true loves among sand stars or jelly fish, or does he confine his affections to sea anemones?”
”Prof. Darmstetter is a great biologist. It's a shame he has to teach.
Don't you think such a man should be free to devote himself to original work? He might in England, you know, if he were a fellow of a University.
But we're proud of him at Barnard; and the laboratory--oh, it's the most fascinating place!”
We came slowly down the Boulevard, looking out at the sweep of the Hudson, while she talked of her studies and her college mates, trying, I thought, to keep me from other topics.
I scarcely noticed her words; her voice was in my ears, fresh and musical.
The new grace of her s.h.i.+ning head and wondrous, swaying figure, the beauty and spirit of her carriage, filled my consciousness. A schooner with a deck load of wood drifted with the tide, her sails flapping; I saw her in a blur. When I turned from the sheen of the river, the bicyclists whizzing past left streaks of light. A man cutting brush in a vacant lot leaned on his axe to look after us. The sudden stopping of his ”chop, chop”--he too was staring at the vision of beauty before his eyes--brought me out of my revery.