Chương Chương 18 · CLASS DAY

Chapter 18. CLASS DAY

The clerk of the weather evidently has a regard for young people, and

sends sunshine for class days as often as he can. An especially lovely

one shone over Plumfield as this interesting anniversary came round,

bringing the usual accompaniments of roses, strawberries, white-gowned

girls, beaming youths, proud friends, and stately dignitaries full of

well-earned satisfaction with the yearly harvest. As Laurence College

was a mixed one, the presence of young women as students gave to the

occasion a grace and animation entirely wanting where the picturesque

half of creation appear merely as spectators. The hands that turned the

pages of wise books also possessed the skill to decorate the hall with

flowers; eyes tired with study shone with hospitable warmth on the

assembling guests; and under the white muslins beat hearts as full of

ambition, hope, and courage as those agitating the broadcloth of the

ruling sex.

College Hill, Parnassus, and old Plum swarmed with cheery faces, as

guests, students, and professors hurried to and fro in the pleasant

excitement of arriving and receiving. Everyone was welcomed cordially,

whether he rolled up in a fine carriage, or trudged afoot to see the

good son or daughter come to honour on the happy day that rewarded

many a mutual sacrifice. Mr Laurie and his wife were on the reception

committee, and their lovely house was overflowing. Mrs Meg, with Daisy

and Jo as aides, was in demand among the girls, helping on belated

toilettes, giving an eye to spreads, and directing the decorations. Mrs

Jo had her hands full as President's lady, and the mother of Ted; for it

took all the power and skill of that energetic woman to get her son into

his Sunday best.

Not that he objected to be well arrayed; far from it; he adored good

clothes, and owing to his great height already revelled in a dress-suit,

bequeathed him by a dandy friend. The effect was very funny; but he

would wear it in spite of the jeers of his mates, and sighed vainly for

a beaver, because his stern parent drew the line there. He pleaded that

English lads of ten wore them and were 'no end nobby'; but his mother

only answered, with a consoling pat of the yellow mane:

'My child, you are absurd enough now; if I let you add a tall hat,

Plumfield wouldn't hold either of us, such would be the scorn and

derision of all beholders. Content yourself with looking like the ghost

of a waiter, and don't ask for the most ridiculous head-gear in the

known world.'

Denied this noble badge of manhood, Ted soothed his wounded soul by

appearing in collars of an amazing height and stiffness, and ties which

were the wonder of all female eyes. This freak was a sort of vengeance

on his hard-hearted mother; for the collars drove the laundress to

despair, never being just right, and the ties required such art in

the tying that three women sometimes laboured long before--like Beau

Brummel--he turned from a heap of 'failures' with the welcome words:

'That will do.' Rob was devoted on these trying occasions, his own

toilet being distinguished only by its speed, simplicity, and neatness.

Ted was usually in a frenzy before he was suited, and roars, whistles,

commands, and groans were heard from the den wherein the Lion raged and

the Lamb patiently toiled. Mrs Jo bore it till boots were hurled and a

rain of hair-brushes set in, then, fearing for the safety of her eldest,

she would go to the rescue, and by a wise mixture of fun and authority

finally succeed in persuading Ted that he was 'a thing of beauty',

if not 'a joy for ever'. At last he would stalk majestically forth,

imprisoned in collars compared to which those worn by Dickens's

afflicted Biler were trifles not worth mentioning. The dresscoat was

a little loose in the shoulders, but allowed a noble expanse of glossy

bosom to be seen, and with a delicate handkerchief negligently drooping

at the proper angle, had a truly fine effect. Boots that shone,

and likewise pinched, appeared at one end of the 'long, black

clothes-pin'--as Josie called him---and a youthful but solemn face at

the other, carried at an angle which, if long continued, would have

resulted in spinal curvature. Light gloves, a cane, and--oh, bitter drop

in the cup of joy!--an ignominious straw hat, not to mention a choice

floweret in the buttonhole, and a festoon of watchguard below, finished

off this impressive boy.

'How's that for style?' he asked, appearing to his mother and cousins

whom he was to escort to the hall on this particular occasion.

A shout of laughter greeted him, followed by exclamations of horror;

for he had artfully added the little blond moustache he often wore when

acting. It was very becoming, and seemed the only balm to heal the wound

made by the loss of the beloved hat.

'Take it off this moment, you audacious boy! What would your father say

to such a prank on this day when we must all behave our best?' said Mrs

Jo, trying to frown, but privately thinking that among the many youths

about her none were so beautiful and original as her long son.

'Let him wear it, Aunty; it's so becoming. No one will ever guess he

isn't eighteen at least,' cried Josie, to whom disguise of any sort was

always charming.

'Father won't observe it; he'll be absorbed in his big-wigs and the

girls. No matter if he does, he'll enjoy the joke and introduce me as

his oldest son. Rob is nowhere when I'm in full fig'; and Ted took the

stage with a tragic stalk, like Hamlet in a tail-coat and choker.

'My son, obey me!' and when Mrs Jo spoke in that tone her word was

law. Later, however, the moustache appeared, and many strangers firmly

believed that there were three young Bhaers. So Ted found one ray of joy

to light his gloom.

Mr Bhaer was a proud and happy man when, at the appointed hour, he

looked down upon the parterre of youthful faces before him, thinking of

the 'little gardens' in which he had hopefully and faithfully sowed good

seed years ago, and from which this beautiful harvest seemed to have

sprung. Mr March's fine old face shone with the serenest satisfaction,

for this was the dream of his life fulfilled after patient waiting; and

the love and reverence in the countenances of the eager young men and

women looking up at him plainly showed that the reward he coveted was

his in fullest measure. Laurie always effaced himself on these occasions

as much as courtesy would permit; for everyone spoke gratefully in ode,

poem, and oration of the founder of the college and noble dispenser of

his beneficence. The three sisters beamed with pride as they sat among

the ladies, enjoying, as only women can, the honour done the men

they loved; while 'the original Plums', as the younger ones called

themselves, regarded the whole affair as their work, receiving the

curious, admiring, or envious glances of strangers with a mixture of

dignity and delight rather comical to behold.

The music was excellent, and well it might be when Apollo waved the

baton. The poems were--as usual on such occasions--of varied excellence,

as the youthful speakers tried to put old truths into new words, and

made them forceful by the enthusiasm of their earnest faces and fresh

voices. It was beautiful to see the eager interest with which the girls

listened to some brilliant brother-student, and applauded him with a

rustle as of wind over a bed of flowers. It was still more significant

and pleasant to watch the young men's faces when a slender white figure

stood out against the background of black-coated dignitaries, and with

cheeks that flushed and paled, and lips that trembled till earnest

purpose conquered maiden fear, spoke to them straight out of a woman's

heart and brain concerning the hopes and doubts, the aspirations and

rewards all must know, desire, and labour for. This clear, sweet voice

seemed to reach and rouse all that was noblest in the souls of these

youths, and to set a seal upon the years of comradeship which made them

sacred and memorable for ever.

Alice Heath's oration was unanimously pronounced the success of the day;

for without being flowery or sentimental, as is too apt to be the case

with these first efforts of youthful orators, it was earnest, sensible,

and so inspiring that she left the stage in a storm of applause, the

good fellows being as much fired by her stirring appeal to 'march

shoulder to shoulder', as if she had chanted the 'Marseillaise' then

and there. One young man was so excited that he nearly rushed out of his

seat to receive her as she hastened to hide herself among her mates, who

welcomed her with faces full of tender pride and tearful eye. A prudent

sister detained him, however, and in a moment he was able to listen with

composure to the President's remarks.

They were worth listening to, for Mr Bhaer spoke like a father to the

children whom he was dismissing to the battle of life; and his tender,

wise, and helpful words lingered in their hearts long after the praise

was forgotten. Then came other exercises peculiar to Plumfield, and the

end. Why the roof did not fly off when the sturdy lungs of the excited

young men pealed out the closing hymn will for ever be a mystery; but

it remained firm, and only the fading garlands vibrated as the waves of

music rolled up and died away, leaving sweet echoes to haunt the place

for another year.

Dinners and spreads consumed the afternoon, and at sunset came a slight

lull as everyone sought some brief repose before the festivities of the

evening began. The President's reception was one of the enjoyable things

in store, also dancing on Parnassus, and as much strolling, singing, and

flirting, as could be compressed into a few hours by youths and maidens

just out of school.

Carriages were rolling about, and gay groups on piazzas, lawns, and

window-seats idly speculated as to who the distinguished guests might

be. The appearance of a very dusty vehicle loaded with trunks at Mr

Bhaer's hospitably open door caused much curious comment among the

loungers, especially as two rather foreign-looking gentlemen sprang out,

followed by two young ladies, all four being greeted with cries of joy

and much embracing by the Bhaers. Then they all disappeared into the

house, the luggage followed, and the watchers were left to wonder who

the mysterious strangers were, till a fair collegian declared that they

must be the Professor's nephews, one of whom was expected on his wedding

journey.

She was right; Franz proudly presented his blonde and buxom bride, and

she was hardly kissed and blessed when Emil led up his bonny English

Mary, with the rapturous announcement:

'Uncle, Aunt Jo, here's another daughter! Have you room for my wife,

too?'

There could be no doubt of that; and Mary was with difficulty rescued

from the glad embraces of her new relatives, who, remembering all the

young pair had suffered together, felt that this was the natural and

happy ending of the long voyage so perilously begun.

'But why not tell us, and let us be ready for two brides instead of

one?' asked Mrs Jo, looking as usual rather demoralizing in a wrapper

and crimping-pins, having rushed down from her chamber, where she was

preparing for the labours of the evening.

'Well, I remembered what a good joke you all considered Uncle Laurie's

marriage, and I thought I'd give you another nice little surprise,'

laughed Emil. 'I'm off duty, and it seemed best to take advantage of

wind and tide, and come along as convoy to the old boy here. We hoped to

get in last night, but couldn't fetch it, so here we are in time for the

end of the jollification, anyway.'

'Ah, my sons, it is too feeling-full to see you both so happy and again

in the old home. I haf no words to outpour my gratitude, and can

only ask of the dear Gott in Himmel to bless and keep you all,' cried

Professor Bhaer, trying to gather all four into his arms at once, while

tears rolled down his cheeks, and his English failed him.

An April shower cleared the air and relieved the full hearts of the

happy family; then of course everyone began to talk--Franz and Ludmilla

in German with uncle, Emil and Mary with the aunts; and round this group

gathered the young folk, clamouring to hear all about the wreck, and the

rescue, and the homeward voyage. It was a very different story from the

written one; and as they listened to Emil's graphic words, with Mary's

soft voice breaking in now and then to add some fact that brought out

the courage, patience, and self-sacrifice he so lightly touched upon, it

became a solemn and pathetic thing to see and hear these happy creatures

tell of that great danger and deliverance.

'I never hear the patter of rain now that I don't want to say my

prayers; and as for women, I'd like to take my hat off to every one of

'em, for they are braver than any man I ever saw,' said Emil, with the

new gravity that was as becoming to him as the new gentleness with which

he treated everyone.

'If women are brave, some men are as tender and self-sacrificing as

women. I know one who in the night slipped his share of food into a

girl's pocket, though starving himself, and sat for hours rocking a sick

man in his arms that he might get a little sleep. No, love, I will tell,

and you must let me!' cried Mary, holding in both her own the hand he

laid on her lips to silence her.

'Only did my duty. If that torment had lasted much longer I might

have been as bad as poor Barry and the boatswain. Wasn't that an awful

night?' And Emil shuddered as he recalled it.

'Don't think of it, dear. Tell about the happy days on the Urania, when

papa grew better and we were all safe and homeward bound,' said Mary,

with the trusting look and comforting touch which seemed to banish the

dark and recall the bright side of that terrible experience.

Emil cheered up at once, and sitting with his arm about his 'dear lass',

in true sailor fashion told the happy ending of the tale.

'Such a jolly old time as we had at Hamburg! Uncle Hermann couldn't do

enough for the captain, and while mamma took care of him, Mary looked

after me. I had to go into dock for repairs; fire hurt my eyes, and

watching for a sail and want of sleep made 'em as hazy as a London fog.

She was pilot and brought me in all right, you see, only I couldn't part

company, so she came aboard as first mate, and I'm bound straight for

glory now.'

'Hush! that's silly, dear,' whispered Mary, trying in her turn to stop

him, with English shyness about tender topics. But he took the soft hand

in his, and proudly surveying the one ring it wore, went on with the air

of an admiral aboard his flagship.

'The captain proposed waiting a spell; but I told him we weren't like

to see any rougher weather than we'd pulled through together, and if we

didn't know one another after such a year as this, we never should. I

was sure I shouldn't be worth my pay without this hand on the wheel; so

I had my way, and my brave little woman has shipped for the long voyage.

God bless her!'

'Shall you really sail with him?' asked Daisy, admiring her courage, but

shrinking with cat-like horror from the water.

'I'm not afraid,' answered Mary, with a loyal smile. 'I've proved my

captain in fair weather and in foul, and if he is ever wrecked again,

I'd rather be with him than waiting and watching ashore.'

'A true woman, and a born sailor's wife! You are a happy man, Emil, and

I'm sure this trip will be a prosperous one,' cried Mrs Jo, delighted

with the briny flavour of this courtship. 'Oh, my dear boy, I always

felt you'd come back, and when everyone else despaired I never gave up,

but insisted that you were clinging to the main-top jib somewhere on

that dreadful sea'; and Mrs Jo illustrated her faith by grasping Emil

with a truly Pillycoddian gesture.

'Of course I was!' answered Emil heartily; 'and my “main-top jib” in

this case was the thought of what you and Uncle said to me. That kept

me up; and among the million thoughts that came to me during those

long nights none was clearer than the idea of the red strand, you

remember--English navy, and all that. I liked the notion, and resolved

that if a bit of my cable was left afloat, the red stripe should be

there.'

'And it was, my dear, it was! Captain Hardy testifies to that, and here

is your reward'; and Mrs Jo kissed Mary with a maternal tenderness

which betrayed that she liked the English rose better than the blue-eyed

German Kornblumen, sweet and modest though it was.

Emil surveyed the little ceremony with complacency, saying, as he looked

about the room which he never thought to see again: 'Odd, isn't it,

how clearly trifles come back to one in times of danger? As we floated

there, half-starved, and in despair, I used to think I heard the bells

ringing here, and Ted tramping downstairs, and you calling, “Boys, boys,

it's time to get up!” I actually smelt the coffee we used to have,

and one night I nearly cried when I woke from a dream of Asia's ginger

cookies. I declare, it was one of the bitterest disappointments of my

life to face hunger with that spicy smell in my nostrils. If you've got

any, do give me one!'

A pitiful murmur broke from all the aunts and cousins, and Emil was at

once borne away to feast on the desired cookies, a supply always being

on hand. Mrs Jo and her sister joined the other group, glad to hear what

Franz was saying about Nat.

'The minute I saw how thin and shabby he was, I knew that something was

wrong; but he made light of it, and was so happy over our visit and

news that I let him off with a brief confession, and went to Professor

Baumgarten and Bergmann. From them I learned the whole story of

his spending more money than he ought and trying to atone for it by

unnecessary work and sacrifice. Baumgarten thought it would do him good,

so kept his secret till I came. It did him good, and he's paid his debts

and earned his bread by the sweat of his brow, like an honest fellow.'

'I like that much in Nat. It is, as I said, a lesson, and he learns

it well. He proves himself a man, and has deserved the place Bergmann

offers him,' said Mr Bhaer, looking well pleased as Franz added some

facts already recorded.

'I told you, Meg, that he had good stuff in him, and love for Daisy

would keep him straight. Dear lad, I wish I had him here this moment!'

cried Mrs Jo, forgetting in delight the doubts and anxieties which had

troubled her for months past.

'I am very glad, and suppose I shall give in as I always do, especially

now that the epidemic rages so among us. You and Emil have set all their

heads in a ferment, and Josie will be demanding a lover before I can

turn round,' answered Mrs Meg, in a tone of despair.

But her sister saw that she was touched by Nat's trials, and hastened

to add the triumphs, that the victory might be complete, for success is

always charming.

'This offer of Herr Bergmann is a good one, isn't it?' she asked, though

Mr Laurie had already satisfied her on that point when Nat's letter

brought the news.

'Very fine in every way. Nat will get capital drill in Bachmeister's

orchestra, see London in a delightful way, and if he suits come home

with them, well started among the violins. No great honour, but a sure

thing and a step up. I congratulated him, and he was very jolly over it,

saying, like the true lover he is: “Tell Daisy; be sure and tell her all

about it.” I'll leave that to you, Aunt Meg, and you can also break it

gently to her that the old boy had a fine blond beard. Very becoming;

hides his weak mouth, and gives a noble air to his big eyes and

“Mendelssohnian brow”, as a gushing girl called it. Ludmilla has a photo

of it for you.'

This amused them; and they listened to many other interesting bits of

news which kind Franz, even in his own happiness, had not forgotten to

remember for his friend's sake. He talked so well, and painted Nat's

patient and pathetic shifts so vividly, that Mrs Meg was half won;

though if she had learned of the Minna episode and the fiddling in

beer-gardens and streets, she might not have relented so soon. She

stored up all she heard, however, and, womanlike, promised herself a

delicious talk with Daisy, in which she would allow herself to melt by

degrees, and perhaps change the doubtful 'We shall see' to a cordial 'He

has done well; be happy, dear'.

In the midst of this agreeable chat the sudden striking of a clock

recalled Mrs Jo from romance to reality, and she exclaimed, with a

clutch at her crimping-pins:

'My blessed people, you must eat and rest; and I must dress, or receive

in this disgraceful rig. Meg, will you take Ludmilla and Mary upstairs

and see to them? Franz knows the way to the dining-room. Fritz, come

with me and be made tidy, for what with heat and emotion, we are both

perfect wrecks.'