Part 13 (1/2)
Miss Knowles pushed back a loose lace cuff and studied the arm it had hidden. _La reine est morte_, she whispered, _morte, morte, morte_.
”But what puzzles me,”, said the genial Jimmie, ”is your knowing about it all. I never wrote you a word of it, and as for Sylvia--by the way, did you know that her name, like yours, is Sylvia?”
”Yes,” said Miss Knowles, ”I had even guessed that her name would be Sylvia.”
”You're a wonderful woman,” Jimmie protested. ”The most wonderful woman in the world.”
”Except?”
”Except, of course, Sylvia Drewitt.”
”Ah, yes,” said Miss Knowles. ”Yes, of course.”
THE SPIRIT OF CECELIA ANNE
”And all the rest and residue of my estate,” read the lawyer, his voice growing more impressive as he reached this most impressive clause, ”I give and bequeath to my beloved granddaughter and G.o.dchild Cecelia Anne Hawtry for her own use and benefit forever.”
The black-clothed relations whose faces had been turned toward the front of the long drawing-room now swung round toward the back where a fair-haired little girl, her hands spread guardian-wise round the new black hat on her knees, lay asleep in her father's arms. For old Mrs.
Hawtry's ”beloved granddaughter Cecelia Anne” was not yet too big to find solace in sleep when she was tired and uninterested, being indeed but nine years old and exceedingly small of stature and babyish of habit. So she slept on and missed hearing all the provisions which were meant to protect her in the enjoyment of her estate but which were equally calculated to drive her guardian distracted.
”I leave nothing to my beloved son, James Hawtry,” the doc.u.ment continued, ”because I consider that he has quite enough already. And I leave nothing to his son, James Hawtry, Junior, the twin-brother of Cecelia Anne Hawtry, because, though he and I have met but seldom, I have formed the opinion that he is capable of winning his way in the world without any aid from me.”
James Hawtry, Junior, sitting beside the heiress, failed to derive much satisfaction from this clause. If things were being given away, he was not quite certain as to what ”rest and residue” might mean, but if things of any kind were being doled out he would fain have enjoyed them with the rest.
Presently the lawyer read the final codicil and gathered his papers together, then addressed the blank and disappointed a.s.semblage with: ”As you have seen that all the minor bequests are articles of a household nature--portraits, tableware and the like, 'portable property' as my immortal colleague, Mr. Wemmick, would have said--I should suggest the present to be an admirable time for their removal by the fortunate legatees who may not again be in this neighbourhood. And now I have but to congratulate the young lady who has succeeded to this property, a really handsome property I may say, though the amount is not stated nor even yet fully ascertained. If Miss Cecelia Anne Hawtry is present, I should like to pay my respects to her and to wish her all happiness in her new inheritance. I have never had the pleasure of meeting the princ.i.p.al legatee. May I ask her to come forward and accept my congratulations.”
”Take her, Jimmie,” commanded Mr. Hawtry, setting Cecelia down upon her thin little black legs, while he tried to smooth her into presentable shape in antic.i.p.ation of the anxious cross-examination he was sure to undergo when he returned with the children to his New York home and wife.
”She looked as fit as paint,” he afterward a.s.sured that anxious questioner. ”I stood the bow out on her hair and pushed her dress down just as I've seen you do hundreds of times. Jimmie helped, too, and I declare to you, you'd have been as proud of those two kids as I was when that boy led his little sister through the hostile camp. Funny, he felt the hostility instantly, though of course, he didn't understand it. But she--well, you know what a confiding little thing she is, and having been asleep made her eyes look even more babyish than they always do--walked beside him, smiling her soft little smile and looking about three inches high in her little black dress.”
”If I had been there,” interrupted Mrs. Hawtry warmly, ”I should have murdered your sister Elizabeth before I allowed her to put that baby into mourning. The black bow I packed for her hair would have been quite enough.”
”Well, she had it on. I saw it bobbing up the room while tenth and fifteenth cousins seven or eight times removed, stared at it and at her.
But the person most surprised was old Debrett when Jimmie introduced them.”
”'This is her,' remarked your son with more truth than polish, and I'm, well, antecedently condemned, if that dry-as-dust old lawyer didn't stoop and kiss her as he wished her joy.”
”Ah, I'm glad he's as nice as that,” said Mrs. Hawtry, ”since he is to be your co-trustee. However,” she added a little wistfully, ”I don't like the idea of anybody dictating to us about the baby. It makes her seem somehow not quite so much our very own. And we could have taken care of her quite well without your mother's money and advice.”
”Why, my dear,” laughed her husband, ”that's a novel att.i.tude to adopt toward a legacy. The baby is ours as much as she ever was. The advice is as good as any I ever read. And the money will leave us all the more to devote to Jimmie. There's the making of a good business man in Jimmie.”
It was part of what Mrs. Hawtry for a long time considered the interference of Cecelia Anne's grandmother that the child should have a monthly allowance, small while she was small and growing with her growth. She was to be allowed to spend it without supervision and to keep an account of it. At the end of each year the trustees were to examine these accounts and to judge from them the trend of their ward's inclinations. They would be then in a position to curb or foster her leanings as their judgment should dictate.
Now, Cecelia Anne, restored to her friends from a wonderland sort of dream, called going--West--with--papa--on--the--train--and--living-- with--Aunt--Elizabeth, was too full of narration and too excited by the envious regard of untraveled playmates to trouble overmuch about that scene in the long drawing-room which she had never clearly understood.
The first monthly payment of her allowance failed to connect itself in her mind with the journey. Her predominant emotion on the subject of legacies was one of ardent grat.i.tude to Jimmie. He had given her a quarter out of the change they had received at the toyshop where they had purchased the most beautiful sloop-yacht they had ever seen or dreamed of. A quarter for her very own; Jimmie's generosity and condescension extended even further than this. He also allowed her, the day being warm, to carry the yacht for a considerable part of their homeward journey, and, when the treasure was exhibited upon the topmost of their own front steps, he allowed her twice to pull the sails up and down. When he went to Central Park to sail the _Jennie H_, that being as near the feminine form of Jimmie Hawtry as their learning carried them, James, Junior, frequently allowed his sister to accompany him and his envious fellows. Then it was her proud privilege to watch the _Jennie H's_ wavering course and to rush around the margin of the lake ready to ”stand by” to receive her beloved bowsprit wherever she should dock.
Then all proudly would she set the rudder straight again and turn the _Jennie H_ back to the landing-stage where Jimmie, surrounded by his cohorts, all calm and cool in his magnificence, awaited this first evidence of ”the trend of Cecelia Anne's inclinations.”