The Sisters In Law Part 4
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"Oh, you do like him, don't you, mommy dear?"
And Mrs. Groome was pleased to reply, "He has perfect manners and certainly has the right ideas about things. I could do no less than ask him to dinner if he is going to take the trouble to bring us the news."
CHAPTER IV
I
That was a unique and vivid day for young Alexina Groome, whose disposition was to look upon life as drama and asked only that it s.h.i.+ft its scenes often and be consistently entertaining and picturesque.
Never, so James told her, since her Grandmother Ballinger's reign, had there been such life and movement in the old house. All Mrs. Groome's intimate friends and many of Alexina's came to it, some to make kindly inquiries, others to beg them to leave the city, many to gossip and exchange experiences of that fateful morning; a few from Rincon Hill and the old ladies' fas.h.i.+onable boarding-house district to claim shelter until they could make their way to relatives out of town.
Mrs. Groome welcomed her friends not only with the more spontaneous hospitality of an older time but in that spirit of brotherhood that every disaster seems to release, however temporarily. Brotherhood is unquestionably an instinct of the soul, an inheritance from that sunrise era when mutual interdependence was as imperative as it was automatic. The complexities of civilization have overlaid it, and almost but not wholly replaced it by national and individual selfishness. But the world as yet is only about one-third civilized.
Centuries hence a unified civilization may complete the circle, but human nature and progress must act and react a thousand times before the earthly millenium; and it cannot be hastened by dreamers and fanatics.
All Mrs. Groome's spare rooms were placed at the service of her friends, and cots were bought in the humble Fillmore Street shops and put up in the billiard room, the double parlors, the library and the upper hall. Some forty people would sleep under the old Ballinger roof that night--dynamite permitting. Mrs. Groome was firm in her determination not to flee, and as James and Mike were there to watch, she had graciously given a number of the gloomy refugees from the lower regions permission to camp in the outhouses and grounds.
II
Alexina spent the greater part of the day with Aileen Lawton, Olive Bascom, and Sibyl Thornd.y.k.e, out of doors, fascinated by the spectacle of the burning city.
The valley beyond Market Street, and the lower business district, were a rolling ma.s.s of smoke parting about pillars of fire, shot with a million glittering sparks when a great building was dynamited. All the windows in those sections of the city as yet beyond the path of the fire were open, for although closed windows might have shut out the torrid atmosphere, the explosions would have shattered them.
"Oh, dear," sighed Olive Bascom, "there goes my building. The smoke lifted for a moment and I saw the flames spouting out of the windows. A cool million and uninsured. We thought Cla.s.s A buildings were safe from any sort of fire."
"Heavens!" exclaimed Alexina navely, "I wish I had a million-dollar building down in that furnace. It must be a great sensation to watch a million dollars go up in sparks."
"I hope your mother hasn't any buildings down in the business district," said Aileen anxiously. "I've heard dad talk about her ground rents. She'll get those again soon enough. I fancy the old tradition survives in this town and they'll begin to draw the plans for the new city before the fire is out. It used to burn down regularly in the fifties, dad says."
"I don't fancy we have much of anything," said Alexina cheerfully. "I think mother has only a life interest in a part of father's estate, and I heard her tell Maria once that she intended to leave me all she had of her own, this place and a few thousand a year in bonds and some flats that are probably burning up right now. I gathered from the conversation that father didn't have much left when he died and that it was understood mother was to look out for me. I believe he gave a lot to the others when he was wealthy."
"Good Lord!" Aileen sighed heavily. "It won't pay your dressmakers'
bills, what with taxes and all. I won't be much better off. We'll have to marry Rex Roberts or Bob Cheever or Frank Bascom--unless he's going up in smoke too, Olive dear. But there are a few others."
Alexina shook her head. Her color could not rise higher for her face was crimson from the heat; like the others she had a wet handkerchief on her head. "There is not a grain of romance in one of them," she announced. "Curious that the sons of the rich nearly always have round faces, no particular features, and a tendency to bulge. I intend to have a romance--old style--good old style--before the vogue of the middle-cla.s.s realists. There's nothing in life but youth and you only have it once. I'm going to have a romance that means falling wildly, unreasonably, uncalculatingly in love."
"You antic.i.p.ate my adjectives," said Aileen drily. "Although not all.
But let that pa.s.s. I'd like to know where you expect to find the opposite lead, as they say on the stage. Our men are not such a bad sort, even the richest--with a few exceptions, of course. They may hit it up at week-ends, generally at the country clubs, but they're better than the last generation because their fathers have more sense. I'll bet they're all down there now fighting the fire with the vim of their grandfathers.... But romantic! Good Lord! I'll marry one of them all right and glad of the chance--after I've had my fling. I'm in no hurry.
I'd have outgrown my illusions in any case by that time, only Nature did the trick by not giving me any."
"Don't you believe there isn't a man in all San Francisco able to inspire romance." If Alexina could not blush her dark gray eyes could sparkle and melt. "All the men we meet don't belong to that rich group."
"Bunch, darling. Where--will you give us the pointer?--are to be found the romantic knights of San Francisco? 'Frisco as those tiresome Eastern people call it. Makes me sick to think that they are even now pitying 'poor 'Frisco.' Well?--I could beat my brains and not call one to mind."
"Oh!"
"What does that mean, Alex Groome? When you roll up your eyes like that you look like a love-sick tomato."
"Mortimer Dwight was most devoted last night," said Sibyl Thornd.y.k.e.
"She danced with him at least eight times."
"You must have sat out alone to know what I was doing," Alexina began hotly, but Aileen sprang at her and gripped her shoulders.
"Don't tell me that you are interested in that cheap skate. Alexina Groome! You!"
"He's not a cheap skate. I despise your cheap slang."
"He's a rank n.o.body."
"You mean he isn't rich. Or his family didn't belong. What do you suppose I care? I'm not a sn.o.b."
"He is. A climbing, ingenuous, empty-headed sn.o.b."
"You are a sn.o.b. You ought to be ashamed of yourself."
"I've a right to be a sn.o.b if I choose, and he hasn't. My sn.o.bbery is the right sort: the 'I will maintain' kind. He'd give all the hair on his head to have the right to that sort of sn.o.bbery. His is" (she chanted in a high light maddening voice): "Oh, G.o.d, let me climb. Yank me up into the paradise of San Francisco society. Burlingame, Alta, Menlo Park, Atherton, Belvidere, San Rafael. Oh, G.o.d, it's awful to be a n.o.body, not to be in the same cla.s.s with these rich fellers, not to belong to the Pacific-Union Club, not to have polo ponies, not to belong to smart golf clubs, to the Burlingame Club. Not to get clothes from New York and London--"
"You keep quiet," shrieked Alexina, who with difficulty refrained from subst.i.tuting: "You shut up." She flung off Aileen's hands. "What do you know about him? He doesn't like you."
"Never had a chance to find out."
"What can you know about him, then?"
"Think I'm blind? Think I'm deaf? Don't I know everything that goes on in this town? Isn't sizing-up my long suit? And he's as dull as--as a fish without salt. I sat next to him at a dinner, and all he could talk about was the people he'd met--our sort, of course. And he was dull even at that. He's all manners and bluff--"
"You couldn't draw him out. He talked to me."
"What about? I'm really interested to know. Everybody says the same thing. They fall for his dancing and manners, and--well, yes--I 'll admit it--for his looks. He even looks like a gentleman. But all the girls say he bores 'em stiff. They have to talk their heads off. What did he say to you that was so frantically interesting?"
"Well, of course--we danced most of the time."
"That's just it. He's inherited the sh.e.l.l of some able old ancestor and not a bit of the skull furniture. Nature often plays tricks like that.
But I could forgive him for being dull if he weren't such a d.a.m.n sn.o.b."
"You shan't call him names. If he wants to be one of us, and life was so unkind as to--to--well, birth him on the outside, I'm sure that's no crime."
"Sn.o.bbery," said Miss Thornd.y.k.e, who was intellectual at the moment and cultivating the phrase, "is merely a rather ingenuous form of aspiration. I can't see that it varies except in kind from other forms of ambition. And without ambition there would be no progress."
"Oh, can it," sneered Judge Lawton's daughter. "You're all wrong, anyhow. Sn.o.bbery leads to the rocks much oftener than to high achievement. I've heard dad say so, and you won't venture to a.s.sert that _he_ doesn't know. It bears about the same relation to progress that grafting does to legitimate profits. Anyhow, it makes me sick, and I'm not going to have Alex falling in love with a poor fish--"
"Fish?" Alexina's voice rose above a fresh detonation, "You dare--and you think I'm going to ask you whom I shall fall in love with? Fish?
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