"Me too!"said Wesley,"unless you think for some reason she doesn't want us.Looks like she would have told us if she had.I'm going to ask her mother.""Yes,that's what's she's been staying in town for,"said Mrs.Comstock."It's some sort of a swindle to raise money for her class to buy some silly thing to stick up in the school house hall to remember them by.I don't know whether it's now or next week,but there's something of the kind to be done.""Well,it's to-night,"said Wesley,"and we are going.
It's my treat,and we've got to hurry or we won't get in.
There are reserved seats,and we have none,so it's the gallery for us,but I don't care so I get to take one good peep at Elnora.""S'pose she plays?"whispered Margaret in his ear.
"Aw,tush!She couldn't!"said Wesley.
"Well,she's been doing it three years in the orchestra,and working like a slave at it.""Oh,well that's different.She's in the play to-night.
Brownlee told me so.Come on,quick!We'll drive and hitch closest place we can find to the building."Margaret went in the excitement of the moment,but she was troubled.
When they reached the building Wesley tied the team to a railing and Billy sprang out to help Margaret.
Mrs.Comstock sat still.
"Come on,Kate,"said Wesley,reaching his hand.
"I'm not going anywhere,"said Mrs.Comstock,settling comfortably back against the cushions.
All of them begged and pleaded,but it was no use.Not an inch would Mrs.Comstock budge.The night was warm and the carriage comfortable,the horses were securely hitched.
She did not care to see what idiotic thing a pack of school children were doing,she would wait until the Sintons returned.
Wesley told her it might be two hours,and she said she did not care if it were four,so they left her.
"Did you ever see such----?"
"Cookies!"cried Billy.
"Such blamed stubbornness in all your life?"demanded Wesley.
"Won't come to see as fine a girl as Elnora in a stage performance.Why,I wouldn't miss it for fifty dollars!
"I think it's a blessing she didn't,"said Margaret placidly.
"I begged unusually hard so she wouldn't.I'm scared of my life for fear Elnora will play."They found seats near the door where they could see fairly well.Billy stood at the back of the hall and had a good view.By and by,a great volume of sound welled from the orchestra,but Elnora was not playing.
"Told you so!"said Sinton."Got a notion to go out and see if Kate won't come now.She can take my seat,and I'll stand with Billy.""You sit still!"said Margaret emphatically."This is not over yet."So Wesley remained in his seat.The play opened and progressed very much as all high school plays have gone for the past fifty years.But Elnora did not appear in any of the scenes.
Out in the warm summer night a sour,grim woman nursed an aching heart and tried to justify herself.
The effort irritated her intensely.She felt that she could not afford the things that were being done.
The old fear of losing the land that she and Robert Comstock had purchased and started clearing was strong upon her.She was thinking of him,how she needed him,when the orchestra music poured from the open windows near her.Mrs.Comstock endured it as long as she could,and then slipped from the carriage and fled down the street.
She did not know how far she went or how long she stayed,but everything was still,save an occasional raised voice when she wandered back.She stood looking at the building.Slowly she entered the wide gates and followed up the walk.Elnora had been coming here for almost four years.When Mrs.Comstock reached the door she looked inside.The wide hall was lighted with electricity,and the statuary and the decorations of the walls did not seem like pieces of foolishness.The marble appeared pure,white,and the big pictures most interesting.
She walked the length of the hall and slowly read the titles of the statues and the names of the pupils who had donated them.
She speculated on where the piece Elnora's class would buy could be placed to advantage.
Then she wondered if they were having a large enough audience to buy marble.She liked it better than the bronze,but it looked as if it cost more.How white the broad stairway was!Elnora had been climbing those stairs for years and never told her they were marble.
Of course,she thought they were wood.Probably the upper hall was even grander than this.She went over to the fountain,took a drink,climbed to the first landing and looked around her,and then without thought to the second.
