Part 8 (1/2)

”I want Mort's letter--to show to Viva,” the girl answered, and slipped out with it.

She sat with Vivian on the stiff little sofa in the back room; the arms of the two girls were around one another, and they read the letter together. More than six months had pa.s.sed since his last one.

It was not much of a letter. Vivian took it in her own hands and went through it again, carefully. The ”Remember me to Viva--unless she's married,” at the end did not seem at all satisfying. Still it might mean more than appeared--far more. Men were reticent and proud, she had read. It was perfectly possible that he might be concealing deep emotion under the open friendliness. He was in no condition to speak freely, to come back and claim her. He did not wish her to feel bound to him. She had discussed it with Mrs. St. Cloud, shrinkingly, tenderly, led on by tactful, delicate, questions, by the longing of her longing heart for expression and sympathy.

”A man who cannot marry must speak of marriage--it is not honorable,”

her friend had told her.

”Couldn't he--write to me--as a friend?”

And the low-voiced lady had explained with a little sigh that men thought little of friends.h.i.+p with women. ”I have tried, all my life, to be a true and helpful friend to men, to such men as seemed worthy, and they so often--misunderstood.”

The girl, sympathetic and admiring, thought hotly of how other people misunderstood this n.o.ble, lovely soul; how they even hinted that she ”tried to attract men,” a deadly charge in Bainville.

”No,” Mrs. St. Cloud had told her, ”he might love you better than all the world--yet not write to you--till he was ready to say 'come.' And, of course, he wouldn't say anything in his letters to his aunt.”

So Vivian sat there, silent, weaving frail dreams out of ”remember me to Viva--unless she's married.” That last clause might mean much.

Dr. Bellair's voice sounded clear and insistent in the next room.

”She's trying to persuade Aunt Rella to go West!” said Susie.

”Wouldn't it be funny if she did!”

In Susie's eyes her Aunt's age was as the age of mountains, and also her fixity. Since she could remember, Aunt Rella, always palely pretty and neat, like the delicate, faintly-colored Spring flowers of New England, had presided over the small white house, the small green garden and the large black and white school-room. In her vacation she sewed, keeping that quiet wardrobe of hers in exquisite order--and also making Susie's pretty dresses. To think of Aunt Orella actually ”breaking up housekeeping,” giving up her school, leaving Bainville, was like a vision of trees walking.

To Dr. Jane Bellair, forty-one, vigorous, successful, full of new plans and purposes, Miss Elder's life appeared as an arrested girlhood, stagnating unnecessarily in this quiet town, while all the world was open to her.

”I couldn't think of leaving Susie!” protested Miss Orella.

”Bring her along,” said the doctor. ”Best thing in the world for her!”

She rose and came to the door. The two girls make a pretty picture.

Vivian's oval face, with its smooth Madonna curves under the encircling wreath of soft, dark plaits, and the long grace of her figure, delicately built, yet strong, beside the pink, plump little Susie, roguish and pretty, with the look that made everyone want to take care of her.

”Come in here, girls,” said the doctor. ”I want you to help me. You're young enough to be movable, I hope.”

They cheerfully joined the controversy, but Miss Orella found small support in them.

”Why don't you do it, Auntie!” Susie thought it an excellent joke. ”I suppose you could teach school in Denver as well as here. And you could Vote! Oh, Auntie--to think of your Voting!”

Miss Elder, too modestly feminine, too inherently conservative even to be an outspoken ”Anti,” fairly blushed at the idea.

”She's hesitating on your account,” Dr. Bellair explained to the girl.

”Wants to see you safely married! I tell her you'll have a thousandfold better opportunities in Colorado than you ever will here.”

Vivian was grieved. She had heard enough of this getting married, and had expected Dr. Bellair to hold a different position.

”Surely, that's not the only thing to do,” she protested.

”No, but it's a very important thing to do--and to do right. It's a woman's duty.”