Part 9 (1/2)
”I wonder, Mr. Chalmers, if you realize that in this country it is impossible for a boy and a girl to a.s.sociate together alone. It is barely permissible for you to see her in the company of others. Already your attentions have caused Zura to be talked about and there is very serious trouble with her grandfather. Further than that, the excursion you are planning for to-night is not only improper in any country, but it means actual disgrace here.”
”It does? Well, I'll be hanged! Can't take a girl out and give her a good time! I knew these j.a.ps were fools, but their laws are plain rot.”
”Possibly, from your standpoint, Mr. Chalmers; but you see these laws and customs were in good working order in j.a.pan long before Columbus had a grandfather. They can't be changed on the spur of the moment.”
”That's all right,” he responded hotly. ”What you can't change you can sometimes break; I'm good at that kind of game.”
Something in the boy's resentful face said that I was an impudent old meddler, an officious interloper. It made my voice as sharp as pins.
”Very well, young man,” I said, ”there will be just one time in your life's history when you have encountered both an old law and an old woman that you will neither break nor change. Your attentions to Zura Wingate have got to be stopped and at once.”
”Stopped!” he retorted. ”Who's going to make me? I come from a free country where every fellow is his own boss. I'll do as I please. What do I care about the laws of these little brown monkeys! Where would they be anyhow if it wasn't for America? Didn't we yank 'em out of their hermits' nest and make them play the game whether they wanted to or not?
They had better lay low! Don't they know there are ninety millions of us? Why, with one hand tied behind we could lick the Rising Sun clean off their little old flag!”
If it ever happened, I wondered about what point in the battle I could locate Mr. Pinkey Chalmers. The more he talked, the less I was sure of my pet belief in the divine right of the individual. Then my heart jumped; I saw Page Hanaford coming.
”The maid was unable to find the book I came for. She directed me here.
Do I interrupt?” he asked on reaching us, bowing slightly and looking inquiringly from my frowning face to Pinkey Chalmers's wrathful one.
”Interrupt? No,” said that youth. ”Welcome to our prayer-meeting! I've planned a picnic and a sail for Zura and me to-night. This lady says it shall not be and I'm speculating who's going to stop it.”
Page stepped quietly up to the defiant Pinkey. ”I will, Mr. Chalmers, if necessary. I know nothing of your plans, but in this place Miss Jenkins's word is law. You and I are here to obey it as gentlemen.”
Tommy blazed. ”Gentlemen! Who are you, I'd like to know, pus.h.i.+ng in and meddling with my affairs,” he said.
At the challenge the old look of confusion momentarily clouded Page's eyes. Then with an effort he found himself. ”My ancestry would not appeal to you, sir. But”--half good-humoredly--”the punch of my fist might.”
[Ill.u.s.tration: Page started forward. A sound stopped him]
”Oh h--h--ho!” stuttered Pinkey, angry and game. ”You want to fight, do you! Light in! I'm ready.”
Page started forward. A sound stopped him. It was voices singing an age-old nursery tune:
”Skip to my loobyloo, Skip to my loobyloo, Skip to my loobyloo All of a Sat.u.r.day morning.”
It was a strange and curious sight in that wonderful old garden. Down the sandy path under the overhanging blossoms came Jane and Zura, skipping and bowing in time to the game's demands. The last line brought them to us. Hand in hand they stopped, Zura dishevelled, Jane's hat looking as if it grew out of her ear, but old maid and young were laughing and happy as children.
”We were practising games for the 'Sylumites,'” explained Zura. ”I'm premier danseuse to the Nipponese kiddies and Lady Jenny is my understudy. What's the argument?” she asked, observing first one face, then the other, keenly alive to some inharmony.
Mr. Chalmers started to speak.
I cut him short. ”Zura, take Mr. Hanaford with you and give him the book he wants. You'll find it on my desk. You go too, Jane, and help; Mr.
Hanaford is in a hurry. I'll bring Mr. Chalmers later.”
”Lovely!” exclaimed Jane; ”and everybody will stay to lunch. Come on, let's have a feast.”
A feast! Jane knew well enough it was bean soup and salad day, and not even a sweet potato in the pantry. Miss Gray and Zura started house-ward, slowly followed by Page. He had looked very straight at Mr.
Chalmers, who returned the gaze, adding compound interest, and a contemptuous shrug.