LIKE A BANYAN TREE
The Earth-Plants spring up from beneath, The Air-Plants swing down from above, But the Banyan trees grow Both above and below, And one makes a prosperous grove.
In the fleeting opportunities offered by the Caffeteria, and in longer moments, rather neatly planned for, with some remnants of an earlier ingenuity, Mr.Thaddler contrived to become acquainted with Mrs.Bell.
Diantha never quite liked him, but he won her mother's heart by frank praise of the girl and her ventures.
"I never saw a smarter woman in my life," he said; "and no airs.I tell you, ma'am, if there was more like her this world would be an easier place to live in, and I can see she owes it all to you, ma'am."This the mother would never admit for a moment, but expatiated loyally on the scientific mind of Mr.Henderson Bell, still of Jopalez.
"I don't see how he can bear to let her out of his sight," said Mr.
Thaddler.
"Of course he hated to let her go," replied the lady."We both did.
But he is very proud of her now."
"I guess there's somebody else who's proud of her, too," he suggested.
"Excuse me, ma'am, I don't mean to intrude, but we know there must be a good reason for your daughter keeping all Orchardina at a distance.
Why, she could have married six times over in her first year here!""She does not wish to give up her work," Mrs.Bell explained.
"Of course not; and why should she? Nice, womanly business, I am sure.
I hope nobody'd expect a girl who can keep house for a whole township to settle down to bossing one man and a hired girl."In course of time he got a pretty clear notion of how matters stood, and meditated upon it, seriously rolling his big cigar about between pursed lips.Mr.Thaddler was a good deal of a gossip, but this he kept to himself, and did what he could to enlarge the patronage of Union House.
The business grew.It held its own in spite of fluctuations, and after a certain point began to spread steadily.Mrs.Bell's coming and Mr.
Eltwood's ardent championship, together with Mr.Thaddler's, quieted the dangerous slanders which had imperilled the place at one time.They lingered, subterraneously, of course.People never forget slanders.Ascore of years after there were to be found in Orchardina folk who still whispered about dark allegations concerning Union House; and the papers had done some pretty serious damage; but the fame of good food, good service, cheapness and efficiency made steady headway.
In view of the increase and of the plans still working in her mind, Diantha made certain propositions to Mr.Porne, and also to Mrs.Porne, in regard to a new, specially built club-house for the girls.
"I have proved what they can do, with me to manage them, and want now to prove that they can do it themselves, with any matron competent to follow my directions.The house need not be so expensive; one big dining-room, with turn-up tables like those ironing-board seat-tables, you know--then they can dance there.Small reception room and office, hall, kitchen and laundry, and thirty bedrooms, forty by thirty, with an "ell" for the laundry, ought to do it, oughtn't it?"Mrs.Porne agreed to make plans, and did so most successfully, and Mr.
Porne found small difficulty in persuading an investor to put up such a house, which visibly could be used as a boarding-house or small hotel, if it failed in its first purpose.
It was built of concrete, a plain ****** structure, but fine in proportions and pleasantly colored.
Diantha kept her plans to herself, as usual, but they grew so fast that she felt a species of terror sometimes, lest the ice break somewhere.
"Steady, now!" she would say."This is real business, just plain business.There's no reason why I shouldn't succeed as well as Fred Harvey.I will succeed.I am succeeding."She kept well, she worked hard, she was more than glad to have her mother with her; but she wanted something else, which seemed farther off than ever.Her lover's picture hung on the wall of her bedroom, stood on her bureau, and (but this was a secret) a small one was carried in her bosom.
Rather a grim looking young woman, Diantha, with the cares of the world of house-keepers upon her proud young shoulders; with all the stirring hopes to be kept within bounds, all the skulking fears to be resisted, and the growing burden of a large affair to be carried steadily.
But when she woke, in the brilliant California mornings, she would lie still a few moments looking at the face on the wall and the face on the bureau; would draw the little picture out from under her pillow and kiss it, would say to herself for the thousandth time, "It is for him, too."She missed him, always.
The very vigor of her general attitude, the continued strength with which she met the days and carried them, made it all the more needful for her to have some one with whom she could forget every care, every purpose, every effort; some one who would put strong arms around her and call her "Little Girl." His letters were both a comfort and a pain.He was loyal, kind, loving, but always that wall of disapproval.He loved her, he did not love her work.
She read them over and over, hunting anew for the tender phrases, the things which seemed most to feed and comfort her.She suffered not only from her loneliness, but from his; and most keenly from his sternly suppressed longing for ******* and the work that belonged to him.
"Why can't he see," she would say to herself, "that if this succeeds, he can do his work; that I can make it possible for him? And he won't let me.He won't take it from me.Why are men so proud? Is there anything so ignominious about a woman that it is disgraceful to let one help you?
And why can't he think at all about the others? It's not just us, it's all people.If this works, men will have easier times, as well as women.Everybody can do their real work better with this old primitive business once set right."And then it was always time to get up, or time to go to bed, or time to attend to some of the numberless details of her affairs.
