Old Valentines Part 9
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"Carry out these directions implicitly," he had said. But Burbage allowed herself lat.i.tude; the directory gave Mrs. Farquharson's address--and here, rather than to Saint Ruth's she had brought the valentines--eager to see her darling,--now a bride.
Phyllis chatted happily with her for an hour. She spoke affectionately of her uncle. "It will all come out right in the end," she concluded.
Burbage promised to come often to see her.
"My pretty," she whispered, as she held Phyllis's hand, in parting, "I warn you of this Mrs. Farquharson. A woman with eyes like hers is not to be trusted."
The framed valentines were hung when John came home. Thus they were the first of their Lares and Penates; the first of the pretty things that made a home of lodgings.
"Ah, John, you have no idea how I love my old valentines," said Phyllis that evening, as they looked around the rooms. "I love them dearly for themselves--as well as for their a.s.sociation with my mother. Aren't they sweet and pretty?"
"Indeed, they are," said John warmly. "Don't they light up the rooms, though?"
And so, with John's books and furniture, and Phyllis's valentines, the rooms were transformed. "I wouldn't know them myself" was Mrs.
Farquharson's oft-repeated comment.
Of course you have read "Old Valentines, and Other Poems," by John Landless; that is the disadvantage under which this story labors. You know, beforehand, that the little book won instant hearing; you know that "Lyrics" quickly followed, and the favorable verdict of the critics whose good opinion was most worth having. When that wonderful epic--"London: A Poem"--made its appearance, our poet was fairly on the royal road.
But you must pretend you don't know all this; and that "Lyrics" and "London" are not, at this moment, in plain sight on your reading-table.
You must forget that you saw John's portrait in the last "Bookman."
Unless you are good at make-believe, it is no fun at all. You must know nothing of the rosy glow on the peaks of Parna.s.sus, so that you may struggle with John and Phyllis up the first, heart-breaking, storm-swept steeps.
We are back in their pretty rooms now. Are you there? Very well, then; we proceed.
They had lived at Mrs. Farquharson's for a fortnight. John worked steadily at his desk; Phyllis sewed. Poetry reads very smoothly on a printed page; but Phyllis had not realized that ten satisfying lines is a fair morning's stint; nor that a little book of synonyms is first aid in emergency cases; nor that one may talk as much as one pleases at times, but must be quiet as a mouse when the pen is scratching away so busily; she had to learn that when John's eyes were full of anguish he was probably at his best.
"Phyllis," said John, one morning, looking up from his writing.
"Yes, dear."
"That's all--just Phyllis," he replied, smiling.
She beamed at him over her embroidery. The pen resumed its slow progress. Phyllis rocked happily. When the pen paused again, she watched his face. It welcomed speech, so--
"What word from the publishers?" asked Phyllis.
"They will have none of it," replied John. "They all tell me the verses have merit; they all regret the public taste; but--in short, business is business."
Phyllis bit her thread in two. John continued
"If I could get the first little book out,--and reviewed in the papers that count,--I have enough verses for a second, to follow at once, and catch the favoring breeze;--but if there is no first, how can there be a second?"
Phyllis shook her head. The idiosyncrasies of the publis.h.i.+ng trade were beyond her comprehension. How they could refuse such beautiful--Well!
"I had a proposal from Kendall, Ransome & Company yesterday afternoon that I meant to have told you about--only Miss Neville's and Mark Holroyd's coming to spend the evening knocked it out of my head."
"Wasn't it dear of them! Didn't Peggy look sweet in that blue gown? What was the proposal, John? Any proposal is encouraging isn't it?" asked Phyllis.
"I suppose so," John answered, running his hand through his hair. "But this one couldn't be accepted under the circ.u.mstances They offered to publish the book if I would pay the cost of printing and relinquish copyright."
"The idea!" exclaimed Phyllis.
"I laughed at it myself," replied John. "I had another reason for laughing than the one they knew, though. For, really, I am so sure of my little book that I might have accepted the offer--if I had the money."
"Would it cost a great sum?" inquired Phyllis.
"Something less than fifty pounds for the first edition; a small edition. If there were a second, of course, they would pay the charges, but I should get nothing."
Phyllis sat sewing thoughtfully. Suddenly John saw that her eyes were filled with tears.
"If there weren't me to think of, you might--" she began.
John had her in his arms in the big chair in less time than it takes to tell it. When her troubled heart was comforted, he returned to his desk.
"However, I have been the rounds of the publishers now. I started with the best and I have seen them all. I have condescended to the smallest.
I have even tried the Populars. But it has all been of no use. Same story everywhere. 'Marked ability, but we regret.'"
"If you had friends with influence----" Phyllis began, but John interrupted her.
"I wouldn't if I could, and I haven't if I would," said he. "But the fact is there's less of that than you think. 'Pull' isn't required; I can say that even when I am at the end of my rope. Books are published honestly, on their quality; mine simply hasn't the quality the public likes. It may be Art--but will it sell? That's the question."
Having plumbed the depths, John took up his pen again; his chin resolute as ever.
That evening when Mrs. Farquharson tapped at the door, John was teaching Phyllis chess.
"Just in time, Farquharson," said Phyllis. "I am routed horse and foot--by a man without a queen, too."
The chessboard was set aside; a chair brought forward; but Mrs.
Farquharson would not sit down; she rarely would when John was present.
"No, my dear, no. I just dropped in for a minute--not to disturb ever.
Besides, Genevieve's walking out with her young man, and there's the bell to watch. No, I just dropped in to say that Mr. Rowlandson--the rooms over yours, Mr. Landless--Mr. Rowlandson says, 'Tell the young lady she may like to go up to my rooms some morning when I am not there to bother her,' he says, 'and look at my fans and patch-boxes. They're pretty, too,' says he, 'as pretty as her valentines.' And so they are, my deary dear, and you must go up and see them. Oh, yes, he knows all about your valentines. He bought them for your uncle, at your father's sale, and a pretty penny they cost. More than two hundred pounds. It seems your uncle was bidding against some public inst.i.tution."
Mrs. Farquharson replaced the proffered chair.
"Is the poetry book to be out soon, sir?" she asked. "I hope so, I am sure. I'm that anxious to see your name in gold letters on the cover.
Good-night, sir. Good-night, my dear. Are you certain you don't want more coals? Well, then, good-night."
John and Phyllis had their usual good-night talk by the fire.
"And so Mark Holroyd and the Honorable Margaret are engaged," said John, replacing a fallen coal with the tongs.
Phyllis put her feet on the low, bra.s.s fender, and tucked in her skirt.
"Yes, they are engaged," she replied. "It is to be announced very soon.
Peggy says it shouldn't be called an engagement, but rather a two-year probationary period. She could hardly wait to tell me. The darling! That was why she was so anxious to help me unwrap the rug in the little room."
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