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Frances Waldeaux by Rebecca Harding Davis
A REMEMBRANCER OF BRITTANY FOR THE BEST FELLOW…TRAVELLER IN THE WORLD
FRANCES WALDEAUX CHAPTER I
In another minute the Kaiser Wilhelm would push off from her pier in Hoboken。 The last bell had rung; the last uniformed officer and white…jacketed steward had scurried up the gangway。 The pier was massed with people who had come to bid their friends good…by。 They were all Germans; and there had been unlimited embracing and kissing and sobs of 〃Ach! mein lieber Sckatz!〃 and 〃Gott bewahre Dick!〃
Now they stood looking up to the crowded decks; shouting out last fond words。 A band playing 〃The Merry Maiden and the Tar〃 marched on board。
The passengers pressed against the rails; looking down。 Almost every one held flowers which had been brought to them: not costly bouquets; but homely bunches of marigolds or pinks。 They carried; too; little German or American flags; which they waved frantically。
The gangways fell; and the huge ship parted from the dock。 It was but an inch; but the whole ocean yawned in it between those who went and those who stayed。 There was a sudden silence; a thousand handkerchiefs fluttered white on the pier and the flags and flowers were waved on the ship; but there was not a cry nor a sound。
James Perry; one of the dozen Americans on board; was leaning over the rail watching it all with an amused smile。 〃Hello; Watts!〃 he called; as another young man joined him。 〃Going over? Quite dramatic; isn't it? It might be a German ship going out of a German port。 The other liners set off in as commonplace a way as a Jersey City ferryboat; but these North German Lloyd ships always sail with a certain ceremony and solemnity。 I like it。〃
〃I always cross on them;〃 said Dr。 Watts。 〃I have but a month's vacationtwo weeks on board ship; two on land。 Now you; I suppose; don't have to count your days? You cross every year。 I can't see; for my part; what business the assistant editor of a magazine has abroad。〃
〃Oh; we make a specialty of articles from notorieties over there; statesmen; scientific fellows; or people with titles。 I expect to capture a paper from Lorne and some sketches by the Princess Beatrice this time。〃
〃Lorne? It throws you into contact with that sort of folk; eh?〃 said the doctor; looking at him enviously。 〃How do they strike you; Jem?〃
〃Well;〃 said Perry importantly; 〃well…bred people are the same the world over。 I only see them in a business way; of course; but one can judge。 Their voices are better than ours; but as to looksno! It's queer; but American womenthe wives and daughters of saddlers or farmers; perhapshave more often the patrician look than English duchesses。 Now there; for example;〃 warming to the subject; 〃that woman to whom you bowed just now; the middle…aged one in blue cloth。 Some Mrs。 Smith or Pratt; probably。 A homely woman; but there is a distinction in her face; a certain surety of good breeding; which is lacking in the heavy…jawed English royalties。〃
〃Yes; that is a friend of mine;〃 said Watts。
She is a Mrs。 Waldeaux from Wier; in Delaware。 You could hardly call her a typical American woman。 Old French emigre family。 Probably better blood than the Coburgs a few generations back。 That priggish young fellow is her son。 Going to be an Episcopalian minister。〃
Mr。 Perry surveyed his friend's friends good…humoredly。 〃Brand new rugs and cushions;〃 he said。 〃First voyage。 Heavens! I wish it were my first voyage; and that I had their appetite for Europe。〃
〃You might as well ask for your relish of the bread and butter of your youth;〃 said Watts。
The two men leaned lazily against the bulwark watching the other passengers who were squabbling about trunks。
Mr。 Perry suddenly stood upright as a group of women passed。
〃Do you know who that girl is?〃 he said eagerly。 〃The one who looked back at us over her shoulder。〃
〃No。 They are only a lot of school…girls; personally conducted。 That is the teacher in front。〃 〃Of course; I see that。 But the short; dark onesurely I know that woman。〃
The doctor looked after her。 〃She looks like a dog turning into a human being;〃 he said leisurely。 〃One often sees such cases of arrested evolution。 D'ye see? Thick lips; coarse curls; flat nostrils〃
Perry laughed。 〃The eyes; anyhow; are quite human;〃 he said。 〃They challenge the whole world of men。 I can't place her!〃 staring after her; perplexed。 〃I really don't believe I ever saw her before。 Yet her face brings up some old story of a tragedy or crime to me。〃
〃Nonsense! The girl is not twenty。 Very fetching with all her vulgarity; though。 Steward; send some coffee to my stateroom。 Let's go down; Jem。 The fog is too chilly。〃
Frances Waldeaux did not find the fog chilly。 She had been thinking for thirty years of the day when she should start to Europeever since she could think at all。
This was the day。 It was like no other; now that it had come。 The fog; the crowd; the greasy smells of the pier; all familiar enough yesterday; took on a certain remoteness and mystery。 It seemed to her that she was doing something which nobody had ever done before。 She was going to discover the Old World。
The New was not more tremendous or unreal before the eyes of Columbus when he; too; stood on the poop of his ship。
Her son was arguing with the deck steward about chairs。
〃Now; mother;〃 he said at last; 〃it's all right。 They are under cover so that the glare will not strain your eyes; and we can keep dry while we watch the storms。〃
〃How did you know about it all? One would think you had crossed a dozen times; George。〃
〃Oh; I've studied the whole thing up thoroughly;〃 George said; with a satisfied little nod。 〃I've had time enough! Why; when I was in petticoats you used to tell me you would buy a ship and we would sail away together。 You used to spoil all my school maps with red lines; drawing our routes。〃
〃Yes。 And now we're going!〃 said Frances to herself。
He sat down beside her and they watched the unending procession of passengers marching around the deck。 George called her attention by a wink to any picturesque or queer figure that passed。 He liked to watch her quiet brown eyes gleam with fun。 Nobody had such a keen sense of the ridiculous as his mother。 Sometimes; at the mere remembrance of some absurd idea; she would go off into soft silent paroxysms of laughter until the tears would stream down her cheeks。
George was fond and proud of his childish little mother。 He had never known any body; he thought; so young or so transparent。 It was easily understood。 She had married at sixteen; and had been left a widow little more than a year afterward。 〃And I;〃 he used to think; 〃was born with an old head on my shoulders; so we have grown up together。 I suppose the dear soul never had a thought in her life which she has not told me。〃
As they sat together a steward brought Mrs。 Waldeaux a note; which she read; blushing and smiling。
〃The captain invites us to sit at his table;〃 she said; when the man was gone。
〃Very proper in the captain;〃 said George complacently。 〃You see; Madam Waldeaux; even the men who go down in ships have heard of you and your family!〃
〃I don't believe the captain ever heard of me;〃 she said; after a grave consideration;〃 nor of the Waldeaux。 It is much more likely that he has read your article in the Quarterly; George。〃
〃Nonsense!〃 But he stiffened himself up consciously。
He had sent a paper on some abstruse point of sociology to the Quarterly last spring; and it had aroused quite a little buzz of criticism。 His mother had regarded it very much as the Duchess of Kent did the crown when it was set upon her little girl's head。 She always had known that her child was born to reign; but it was satisfactory to see this visible sign of it。
She whispered now; eagerly leaning over to him。 〃There was something about that paper which I never told you。 I think I'll tell you now that the great day has come。〃
〃Well?〃
〃Why; you knowI never think of you as my son; or a man; or anything outside of menot at all。 You are just ME; doing the things I should have done if I had not been a woman。 Well;〃she drew her breath quickly;〃when I was a girl it seemed as if there was something in me that I must say; so I tried to write poems。 No; I never told you before。 It had counted for so much to me I could not talk of it。 I always sent them to the paper anonymously; signed ‘Sidney。' Oh; it was longlong ago! I've been dumb; as you might say; for years。 But when I read your article; Georgedo you know if I had written it I should have used just the phrases you did? And you signed it ‘Sidney'!〃 She watched him breathlessly。 〃That was more than a coincidence; don't you think? I AM dumb; but you speak for me now。 It is because we are just one。 Don't you think so; George?〃 She held his arm tightly。
Young Waldeaux burst into a loud laugh。 Then he took her hand in his; stroking it。 〃You dear little woman! What do you know of sociology?〃 he said; and then walked away to hide his amusement; muttering 〃Poems? Great Heavens!〃
Frances looked after him steadily。 〃Oh; well!〃 she said to herself presen