Part 16 (1/2)

”Mrs. B. Hamilton Spence.”

And then:

”Mrs. Benis H. Spence.”

Over this last she sucked her pencil thoughtfully.

”One more!” prompted her husband encouragingly. ”Don't decide before you inspect our full line of goods.”

”Initials, only, lack character,” objected Desire. ”There is nothing distinctive about 'Mrs. B. H. Spence'. It doesn't balance well, either.

I think I'll decide upon the 'Benis H.' I like it--although I have never heard of 'Benis' as a name before.”

”You are not supposed to have heard of it,” explained its owner complacently. ”It is a very exclusive name, a family name. My mother's paternal grandmother was a Benis.”

Desire was not attending. ”Your nickname, too, is odd,” she mused. ”How on earth could anyone make 'Beans' out of 'Benis Hamilton?'”

”Very easily--but how did you know that anyone had?”

”Oh, from a touching inscription on one of your books, 'To Beans--from Bones.'”

”Well--there's a whole history in that. It happened by a well defined process of evolution. When I went to school I had to have a name. A school boy's proper name is no good to him. Proper names are simply not done. But the christening party found my combination rather a handful.

No one could do anything with Benis and the obvious shortening of Hamilton was considered too Biblical. 'Ham', however, suggested 'Piggy'. This might have done had there not already existed a 'Piggy'

with a prior right. 'Piggy' suggested 'Pork', but 'Pork' isn't a name.

'Pork' suggested 'Beans'. And once more behold the survival of the fittest.”

Desire laughed.

The professor listened to her laugh with a strained expression which relaxed when no words followed it.

”I was afraid,” he admitted penitently, ”that you might want to know why 'Pork' is not as much a name as 'Beans'.”

”But--it isn't.”

”Quite so. Only you are the first member of your delightful s.e.x who has ever perceived it. You are a perceptive person, Mrs. Spence.”

It was the fourth day of their Business Honeymoon. Four days ago they had landed from the cheerful little coast steamer whose chattering load of summer campers they had left behind on the route. For four sun-bright days and dew-sweet nights they had found themselves sole possessors of a bay so lovely that it seemed to have emerged bodily from a green and opal dream.

”'Friendly Bay,' they calls it,” a genial deckhand told them, grinning.

”But you folks will be the only friends anywheres about. There's a sort of farm across the point, though, and maybe you could hit the trail by climbing, if you get too fed up with the scenery.”

”Oh, we shan't want any company,” said the new Mrs. Spence innocently--a remark so disappointing in its unembarra.s.sed frankness that the deck-hand lost interest and decided that they were ”just relations” after all.

They had carried their camp with them, and, from where they now sat, they could see its canvas gleaming ivory white against its background of green. Desire's eyes, as she raised them from her name-building, lingered upon it proudly. It was such a wonderful camp!--her first experience of what money, unconsidered save as a purchasing agent, can do. Even her personal outfit was something of a revelation. How deliciously keen and new was this consciousness of clothes--the smart high-laced boots, the soft, sand-colored coat and skirt, the knickers which felt so easy and so trim, the cool, silk s.h.i.+rt with its wide collar, the dainty, intimate things beneath! She would have been less than woman, had the possession of these things failed to meet some need,--some instinct, deep within, which her old, bare life had daily mortified.

And it had all been so easy, so natural! How could she ever have hesitated to make the change? Even her pride was left to her, intact.

He, her friend, had given and she had taken, but in this there had been no spoiling sense of obligation, for, presently, she too was to give and to give unstintedly: new strength and skill seemed already tingling in her firm, quick hands; new vigor and inspiration stirred in her eager brain--and both hands and brain were to be her share of giving--her partners.h.i.+p offering in this pact of theirs. She was eager, eager to begin.

But already they had been four days in camp without a beginning. So far they had not even looked for the trail which was to lead them to the cabin of Hawk-Eye Charlie whose store of Indian lore had been the reason for their upcoast journey. This delay of the expeditionary party was due to no fault of its secretary. During the past four days she had proposed the search for the trail four times, one proposal per day. And each day the chief expeditioner had voted a postponement. The chief expeditioner was lazy. At least that was the excuse he made. And Desire, who was not lazy, might have fretted at the inaction had she believed him. But she knew it was not laziness which had drawn certain new lines about the expeditioner's mouth and deepened the old ones on his forehead. It was not laziness which lay behind the strained look in his eyes and the sudden return of his almost vanished limp. These things are not symptoms of indolence. They are symptoms of nerves. And Desire knew something of nerves. What she did not know, in the present case, was their exciting cause. Neither could she understand this new reticence on the part of their victim nor his reluctance to admit the obvious. She puzzled much about these problems while the lazy one rested in the sun and the quiet, golden days wrought the magic of their cure.

And Spence, mere man that he was, fancied that she noticed nothing. The pleasant illusion hastened his recovery. It tended to restore a complacency, rudely disturbed by an enforced realization of his own back-sliding. He had been quite furious upon discovering that the ”little episode” of the moonlit cottage had filched from him all his new won strength and nervous stamina, leaving him sleepless and unstrung, ready to jump at the rattling of a stone. More and more, there grew in him a fierce disdain of weakness and a cold determination to beat Nature at her own game. Let him once again be ”fit” and wily indeed would be the trick which would steal his fitness from him.