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SYNOPSIS
CHAPTER X.— Introducing "So Biff"
(Dirk DeJong) In his infancy. And his
mother, Selina DeJong, daughter of
Simeon Peake, Her gambler and gentleman
of fortune. life, to young woman
hood In Chicago in 1888, has been un
•onventlonal, somewhat seamy, but
generally obum Julie enjoyable. At school her of
is Hempel. daughter
August killed in Hempel, butcher Simeon Is
and Selina, a quarrel nineteen that is not his old own, and
praotically destitute, years scbool
becomes a
teaoher.
CHAPTER II—Selina secures a posi
tlon as teacher at the High Prairie
school, In the outskirts of Chicago,
living at the home of a truck farmer,
Klaus Pool. in Koolf, twelve years
old, son of Klaus, Selina perceives a
kindred spirit, a lover of beauty, like
herself.
CHAPTER III.—The monotonous life
of a country school-teacher at that
time, Is Selina's, brightened somewhat
by the companionship of the sensitive,
artistic boy Koeif.
CHAPTER IV,—Selina hears gossip
concerning the affection ___________________ of the "W ftdow '
Paarlenberg," a tin cacaa a slhhKtteir ft DeJong, . ** rich vlnR inn Vi 'and .1 good-looking. j*, t* wvt* - t khj n t it ft ,
for Pervus poor truck farmer,
who ie insensible to the widow’s at
tcnnll/itiu tractions. For It 1 a r a o ji/tmrwunlt community i' "sociable’ "oaoIu Vtlu"
Selina prepares a lunch basket, dainty,
but not of ample proportions, which Is
"auctioned," according to custom. The
smallness of the lunch box excites deri¬
sion. and in a sense of fun the bidding
becomes spirited. DeJong finally seour
tng Over It their for $10, a ridiculously high price.
\ lunch basket, which Selina
and DeJong share together, the school¬
teacher arranges to Instruct the good
natured farmer, whose education has
been neglected
Chapter V
The evenings turned out to be Tues¬
days, Thursdays, tint! Saturdays. Sup¬
per was over by six-thirty in the Pool
household. Pervus was there by seven,
very dean as to shirt, his hair brushed
tiil it shone; shy, and given to drop¬
ping his hat and bumping against
chairs, and looking solemn. Selina was
torn between pity and mirth. If only
he hud blustered. A blustering big
man puts the world on the defensive.
A gentle glapt disarms it.
Selina got out her McBride’s gram¬
mar and Duffy'S arithmetic, and to¬
gether they started to parse verbs,
paper walls, dig cisterns, and extract
square roots. They found study Im¬
possible at the oilcloth-covered kitchen
table, with the Pool household eddying
about it, Jakob built a fire in the
parlor stove and there they sat, teacher
and pupil, their feet resting cosily yin
the gleaming nickel railing that encir¬
cled the wood burner.
tsj )n the evening of the first lesson
Itotlf mid glowered throughout sup¬
per and had disappeared Into the work
shed, whence Issued a great sound of
hammering, sawing, and general ciat
ter. He and Selina had got into the
way of spending much time together,
in oV out of doors. The hoy wor¬
shiped her inarticulately. She had
early for beauty—beauty discovered that lie line, hud a feeling
of texture,
color, and grouping.......that was rare in
one of his years. The feel of a satin
ribbon in his fingers; the orange and
rose of a sunset; the folds of the wine
red cashmere dross; the cadence of a
spoken line, brought a look to his face
that startled her.
Since the gathering at Ooms’ hall
he had been moody and sullen;.had
refused to answer when she spoke to
him of his bid for her basket. Urged,
he would only say, “Oh. it was just
fun to make old Corns mud.”
Now, with the advent of Pervus De
Jong, Roelf presented that most touch¬
ing and miserable of spectacles, a
'small boy jealous and helpless in his
jealousy. Selina had asked him to
join the, tri weekly evening lessons;
had. indeed, insisted that he be a
pupil in the class round the parlor
stove.
Koelf would not. He disappeared
into tiis work-shed after supper; did
not emerge until after De.Tong’s de¬
parture.
There was something about the sight
of this great creature bent laboriously
over a slate, the pencil held clumsily
In his huge fingers, that moved Selina
strangely. Pity wracked her. If she
had known to what emotion this pity
was akin she might have taken away
the slate and given him a tablet, and
the whole course of her life would
have been different. “Poor lad,” she
thought "Poor lad.” Chided herself
for being amused at hla childlike earn¬
estness
He did not make an apt pupil, though
painstaking. Selina would go over a
problem or a sentence again and again,
patiently, patiently. Then, suddenly,
like a hand passed over his face, his
•smile would come, transforming K. He
would smile like a child, and Selina
should have been warned by the warm
rash of joy that his smile gave her.
She would smile, too. He was as
pleased as though he had made a fresh
and wonderful discovery.
"Its easy,” he would say, "when
know it once.” Like a hoy.
He usually went home by
ty er nine. Often the Pools went
bed before he left. After he had
Selina was wakeful. She would
water and wash; brush her hair
orously; feeling at once buoyant and
depressed.
Sometimes they fell to talking. His
) wife* had died In the second year of
' their marriage, when the child was
bom. The child, too, had died, a
j girl. He was unlucky, like that. It
was the same with the farm.
| Selina’s heart melted in pity. He
i would look down at the great cal¬
! loused hands; up at her. One of the
charms of Pervus DeJong lay In the
things that his eyes said and his tongue
j did not. Women always imagined he
i was about to say what he looked, but
I he did.
i never It made otherwise dull
I conversation with him most exciting.
I
j His was in no way a shrewd mind.
His respect for Selina was almost rev¬
I erence. But he had this advantage;
he had married a woman, had lived
with tier for two years. She had borne
him a child. Selina was a girl in ex¬
perience. She was a woman capable
of a great deal of passion, but she did
not know that. Passion was » thing
no woman possessed, much less talked
about. It simply did not exist, except
In men, and then It was something to
be ashamed of, like a violent temper,
or a weak stomach. *
By the first of March he could speak
a slow, careful and fairly grammatical
English. He could master simple
sums. By tlie middle of March the les¬
sons would cease. There was too
much work To do about the farm—
night work us well as day. She found
herself trying not to think about the
tittle when the lessons should cease.
She refused to look ahead to April.
One night, late in February, Selina
was conscious that she was trying to
control something. She was trying to
keep her eyes away from something.
She realized that she was trying not
to look at his hands. She wanted,
cruelly, to touch them,. She wanted to
feel them about tier throat. She want¬
ed to put her lips on Ids hands—brush
the backs of them, slowly, raoistlly,
with her mouth, lingeringly. She was
terribly frightened. She thought to
herself: "I am going crazy. I am los¬
ing my mind. There Is something the
matter with me. I wonder how I look.
I must look queer.”
At half-past eight she closed her
hook suddenly. "I’m tired. 1 think
it’s the spriug coming on.” She
smiled a little wavering smile. He
rose and stretched himself, his great
arms Ijigh above Ids head. Selina
shivered.
"Two more wedks,” lie said, "is the
last lesson. Well, do you think I have
! done pretty good—well?"
“Very well,” Selina replied evenly.
She felt very tired.
The first week in March he was ill,
and did not come. A rheumatic afflic¬
tion to which he was subject. It was
Hie curse of the truck farmer. Selina's
evenings were free to devote to Roelf.
who glowed again. She sewed, too;
read; helped Mrs. Pool with the house¬
work in a gust of sympathy and found
strange relief therein; made over an
old dress; studied; wrote all her let¬
ters (few enough), even one to the
dried-apple aunts in Vermont. She no
longer wrote to Julie Hempel. She
had heard that Julie was to be mar¬
ried to a Kansas man named Arnold.
Julie herself had not written. The
first week in March passed. He did
not come. Nor did he come the fol¬
lowing Tuesday or Thursday.
She was bewildered, frightened. All
that week she had a curious feeling—
or succession of feelings. She was
restless, listless, by turns. Period of
furious activity, followed by days of
inertia. It was the spriug, Maartje
said. Selina hoped she wasn’t going
to be ill. She had never felt like that
before. She wanted to cry. She was
irritable to the point of waspishness
with the children in the schoolroom.
On Saturday—the fourteenth of
March—he walked in at seven. Klaas,
Maartje and Roelf had driven off to
a gathering at Low Prairie, leaving
Selina with the pigtails and old Jakob.
She had promised to make taffy for
them, and was in the midst of It when
his knock sounded at the kitchen door,
AH the blood In her body rushed to her
head; pounded there hotly. He en¬
tered. There slipped down over her a
complete amor of calmness, of self
possession ; of glib how do you do Mr.
DeJong and bow are you feeling and
won’t you sit down and there’s no Are
In the parlor we’ll have to sit here.
He took part in the taffy pulling.
Selina wondered if Geertje and Jozina
would ever have done squealing. It
was half-past eight before she bundled
them off to bed with a plate of clipped
taffy lozenges between them. She
heard them scuffling and scrimmaging
about to the rare freedom of their
parents’ absence.
Pervus DeJong and Selina sat at
the kitchen table, their books spread
out before them on the oilcloth. The
sweet, heavy scent of fruit filled
the room. Selina brought the parlor
lamp late the kitchen, the better to
see, It JXhs a niCkel-helUed lamp,
j with a~yeH3?P gfask sKadSe that cast A
■ mellow golden glow.
“You didn’t go to the meeting," ;
primly. “Mr. and Mrs. Pool went"
“No. I didn’t go.”
“Why not?”
She saw him swallow. "1 got
through too late. We’re fixing to sow
tomato seeds In the hotbeds tomor¬
row.”
Selina opened McBride’s grammar,
j j“Now, "Ahem!” then, a we’ll sehool-teacheriy this cough.
parse sentence:
| Blucher arrived on the field of Water¬
loo just as Wellington was receiving
the last onslaught of Napoleon. ‘Just’
may be treated as a modifier of the de¬
pendent clause. That is: ‘Just’ means: j
at the time at which. Well. Just here :
modifies at the time. And Wellington i
is the . . .” '
Tills for half an hour. Selina kept
j her eyes resolutely on the book. His I
j voice went on with the dry business of |
j parsing and its deep resonance struck
j ,
a response from her as a harp re¬ i
sponds when a hand is swept over its ;
strings. Selina kept her eyes reso¬
lutely on the book. Yet she saw, as |
though her eyes rested on them, his
j I large, them strong hands. fine golden On the down backs that of
was a
| | deepened at his wrists. Heavier and
darker at the wrists. She found her
j self praying a little for strength—for
' against this horror
strength aud wick¬
edness. This sin, tills abomination
that held her. A terrible, stark and
pitiful prayer, couched in the Idiom of
the Bible.
“Oh, God, keep my eyes and my
thoughts away from him. Away from
his hands. Let me keep my eyes and
my thoughts* away from the golden
hairs on his wrists. Let me not think
of his wrists. . . . “The owner of the
southwest quarter sells a strip 20 rods
wide along the. south side of his farm.
How much does he receive at $150 per
acre?”
He triumphed In this transaction,
began the struggle with the square
root of 576. Square roots agonized
him. She washed the slate clean with
her little sponge. He was leaning
close in ids effort to comprehend the
fiendish little figures that inarched so
tractably under .Selina’s masterly pen¬
cil.
She took it up, glibly. “The remain¬
der must contain twice the product of
tiie tens by the units plus the square
of the units.” lie blinked.
Siie was breathing rather fast. The
fire In the kitchen stove snapped and
cracked. “Now, then, suppose you do
that for me. We’ll wipe it out. There;
What must the remainder Contain?”
He took it up, Slowly, haltingly.
Tiie house was terribly still except for
the man’s voice. “Tiie remainder . . .
twice . . . product . . . tens . . .
units . . A something In his voice
—a note—a timbre. She felt herself
swaying queerly, as though tiie whole
house were gently reeking. Little de¬
licious agonizing shivers chased each
other, hot and cold, up her arms, down
her legs, over her spine. . . . “plus
the square of the unit* Is the same as
the sum twice the tens . . . twice
. . . tiie tens . . . the tens.” His
voice stopped.
Selina’s eyes leaped from the book
to his hands, uncontrollably. Some¬
thing about them startled her. They
were clenched lists. Her eyes now
leaped from those clenched lists to the
face of the man beside her. Her head
came up, and back. Her wide, startled
eyes met ids. His were a blaze of
blinding blue in ids tanned face. Some
corner of her mind that was still work¬
ing clearly noted this. Then his hands
unclenched. The blue blaze scorched
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Her Cheek Knew the Harsh Cool Feel
of a Man’s Cheek.
the harsh, coql feel of a man’s cheek.
She sensed the potent, terrifying,
pungent odor of close contact—a mix¬
ture of tobacco smoke, his hair, fresh¬
ly laundered linen, an indefinable
body smell. It was a mingling that
disgusted and attracted her. She was
at once repelled and drawn. Then she
felt his lips on hers and her own, in¬
credibly, responding eagerly, wholly to
that pressure.
Chapter Vi
They were married the following
- May, just two months later. Selina
j was at once bewildered and calm; re¬
bellious and content. Overlaying these
emotions was something like grim
amusement. Beneath them, something
like fright. She moved with a strange
air of fatality. It was as if she were
being drawn inexorably, against her
will, her judgment, her plans, into
something sweet and terrible. When
with Perrus she was elated, gay, vol
uble. He talked little; looked at her
dumbly, worshipingly.
There were days when the feeling of
unreality possessed her. She, a truck
tanner’s wife, living in High Prairie
tbtf rest of her days! Why, no! No I
Was this the great adventure that her
father had always spoken of? She,
who was going to be a happy way¬
farer down the path of life—any one
a dozen things. This High Prairie
winter was to have been only an epi¬
sode. Not her life! She looked at
Maartje. Oh, she’d never be like that.
was stupid, unnecessary. Pink
blue dresses in the house, for her.
on the window curtains. Flow
ers in bowls.
Some of the pangs and terrors with
most prospective brides are as
she confided to Mrs. Pool while
active lady was slamming about
kitchen.
"Did you ever feel scared and—and
of—seared when you thought
marry, Mrs. Pool?”
Maartje Pool's hands were in a great
of bread dough which she pum
and slapped aud kniaded n«i vig¬
She shorn; out a "handful of
on the baking board while she
the dough mass in the other hand,
plumped it down and again be¬
to knead, both hands doubled into
She laughed a short little iangh. "I
away.”
“You did! You mean you really ran
why? Didn't you lo—like
Maartje Pool kneaded briskly, the
high in her cheeks, what with
vigorous purmneling and rolling,
something else that made her look
young for the moment—girl¬
almost. “Sure I liked him. I liked
“But you ran away?”
“Not far. I came back. Nobody
knew I ion. even. But I ran. I
"Why did yon come back?”
Maartje elucidated her philosophy
being in the least aware that
could be culled by any such high
name. “You can't run away
enough. Except you stop living
can’t run away from life.”
The girlish look had fled. She was
Her strong arms ceased
pounding and thumping for a mo¬
On tiie steps outside Ivinas and
were scanning tiie weekly re-'
preparatory to going into the city
tiiat afternoon.
Selina had the difficult task of win¬
Roelf to her all over again. He
like a trusting little animal, who,
by tiie hand he has trusted,
shy of ii. Still, he could not with¬
her long. Together they dug
planted flower beds in Pervus’
front yard. It was too late for
now. Pervus had brought her
seeds from town. They ranged
the way from poppies to asters;
purple iris to morning glories.
last named were to form tiie back
tine, of course, because they
quickly. Selina, city-bred, was
of varieties, but insisted site
an old-fashioned garden—
pinks, mignonette, phlox.
and Roelf dug, spaded, planted.
Her trousseau was of tiie scantiest.
- household was already
with such linens as they
need. The question of a wed¬
gown troubled her until Maartje
that she be married in the
Dutch wedding dress that lay in
bride’s chest in Seiina’s bedroom.
"A real Dutch bride,” .Maartje said.
man will think that is tine."’
was delighted. Selina basked
his love like a kitten in the sun.
was, after all, a very lonely little
with only two photographs on
shelf in tier bedroom to give her
and counsel. The old Dutch
gown was many inches too
for her. The skirt-band over¬
her slim waist; her slender lit¬
bosom did not fill out the generous
of tiie bodice; but the effect of
whole was amazingly quaint
as pathetic.
They were married at the Pools'.
and Maartje had insisted on
the wedding supper—ham,
sausages, cakes, pickles, beer.
Reverend Dekker married them,
all through the ceremony Selina
herself because she could not
her mind on bis words in the
of watchlug his short,
beard as it waggled with every
of his jaw. Pervus looked
solemn and uncomfortable in his
wedding blacks—not at all the hand¬
some giant of the everyday corduroys
and blue shirt. In the midst of the
ceremony Selina had her moment of
panic when she actually saw herself
running shrieking from this company,
this man, this house, down the road,
on, on toward—toward what? The
feeling was so strong that she was
surprised to find herself still standing
there in the Dutch wedding gown an¬
swering “I do” in the proper place.
After the wedding they went
straight to DeJong’s house. In May
the vegetable farmer cannot neglect
his garden even for a day. The bouse
had been made ready for them.
Throughout the supper Selina had
had thoughts which were so foolish
and detached as almost to alarm her.
“Now I am married. I am Mrs. Per¬
vus DeJong. That’s a pretty name. It
would look quite distinguished on a
calling card, very spidery and fine:
“MRS. PERVUS DE JONG
At Home Fridays.”
She recalled this later, grimly, when
she was Mrs. Pervus DeJong, at home
aot only Fridays, but Saturdays, Sun¬
days, Mondays, Tuesdays, Wednes¬
days and Thursdays.
They drove down the road to De
Jong’s place. Selina ^thought, “Now .1
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am driving home with my hneband.
I /eel bis shoulder against mine. I
wish he would talk. I wish he would
say something, Still, I am not
frightened.” '
Pervus’ market wagon was standing
f in the yard, shafts down. He should
have gone to market today; would cer
| tainly have the to afternoon go tomorrow, starting
i early in so as to get a
good stand In the Haymarket. By the
light of his lantern the wagon seemed
to Selina to be a symbol. She had
often seen it before, but now that It
was to be a part of her life—this the
j DeJong market wagon and she Mrs.
| DeJong—she saw clearly what a crazy,
j j disreputable and poverty-proclaiming
old vehicle it was, in contrast with the
1 neat strong wagon in Klaas
| yard, smart with green paint and red
j lettering that announced, “Klaas Pool,
Garden Produce.” With the two sleek
j farm horses the turnout looked as
1 prosperous and comfortable as Klaas
j himself.
Pervus swung her down from the
i seat of the buggy, his hand about her
| waist, and Selina held said: her so “You for a moment, have
j close. must
I that wagon painted, Pervus. And the
seat-springs fixed and the sideboard
mended."
He stared. “Wagon!”
“Yes. It looks a sight.”
The house was tidy enough, but none
too clean. Pervus lighted the lamps.
There was a tire in the kitchen stove.
It made the house seem stuffy on this
mild May night. Selina thought that
her own little bedroom at the Pools’,
no longer hers, must be deliciously cooi
and still with the breeze fanning fresh
from the west. Pervus was putting
tiie horse into the bam. The bedroom
was off the sitting room. The window
was shut. This last year had taught
Selirfa to prepare tiie night before for
next morning's rising, so as to lose the
least possible time. She did this now,
unconsciously. She brushed her hair,
laid out tomorrow's garments, put on
her high-necked, long-sleeved night¬
gown and got into this strange bed.
She heard Pervus DeJong shut tiie
kitchen door: the latch clicked
lock turned. Heavy quick footsteps
across tiie bare kitchen floor. This
man was coming into her room. . . .
“You can't run far enough,” Maartje
Pool had said. "Except you stop liv¬
ing you cun t run away from life.”
Next morning it was dark when he
awakened her at four. She started up
with a little cry and sat up, strain’-Jg
her ears, her eyes. “Is that you,
father?” She was little Selina Peake
again, and Simeon Peake had come in,
gay, debonair, from a night's gaming.
Pervus DeJong was already padding
about the room in stocking feet. “What
—what time is it? What’s the matter,
father? Why are you up? Haven’t
you gone to bed. . . Then she re¬
membered.
Pervus DeJong laughed and came
toward her. "(Jet up, little lazy bones.
It’s after four. Ail yesterday’s work
I’ve got to do, and all today’s. Break¬
fast, little Lina, breakfast. You are a
farmer’s wife now.”
**♦**•#
Dirk DeJong was born in tiie bed¬
room off the sitting room on the fif¬
teenth day of March, of a bewildered,
somewhat resentful, but deeply inter¬
ested mother; and a proud, foolish,
and vainglorious father whose air of
achievement, considering the really
slight part lie had played in the long,
tedious, and racking business, was dis¬
proportionate. The name Dirk had
sounded to Selina like something tall,
straight, and slim. Pervus had chosen
it. It had been ids grandfather's
name.
Sometimes, during those months,
Selina would look back on her first win¬
ter in High Prairie—that winter of
the icy bedroom, , the chill black
drum, the schoolhouse fire, the chil¬
blains, the Pool pork—and It seemed
a lovely dream; a time of ease, of free¬
dom, of careless happiness.
Pervus DeJong loved his pretty
young wife, and she him. But young
love thrives on color, warmth, beauty.
It becomes prosaic and inarticulate
when forced to begin its day at four
in the morning by reselling blindly,
dazedly, for limp and obscure garments
dangling from bedpost or chair, and to
end that day at nine,, numb and sodden
with weariness, after seventeen hours
of physical labor.
i It was a wet summer. Pi PerrSs'
choice tomato plants, so carefully set£
out in the hope of a dry season, be¬
came draggled gray specters in a
waste of mire. Of fruit the field bore
one tomato the size of a marble. *
For the rest, the crops were moder¬
ately successful on the DeJong place.
But the work necessary to make this so
was heartbreaking. Selina had known,
during her winter at tiie Pools’, worked^? that
Klaas, Roelf, and old Jakob
early and late, but her months there
had encompassed what Is reaUy the
truck farmer’s leisure period. She had
arrived In November. She had mar
i ried in May. From May until October
i it was necessary to tend the fields with
j a concentration amounting to fury.
Selina had never dreamed that human
j beings toiled like that for sustenance^a en^f
Toil was a thing she had never
{countered Now until coming to High Prairie,
she saw her husband wrenching a
living out of the earth by sheer rnus
cle, sweat, and pain. During June,
jJuly, black August, prairie and September the good
; soil for miles around was
; teeming, a hotbed of plenty. There
: was born in Selina at this time a feel
ing for the land that she was never to
’ lose. Perhaps tiie child within he »
v
had something to do with this. She^
was aware of a feeling of kinship with
tiie earth; an illusion of splendor, of
fulfillment. *
As cabbages had been cabbages, and
no more, to Klaas Pool, go, to Pervus,
these carrots, beets, onions, turnips,
and radishes were just so mueh prod
uce, to be planted, tended, gathered,
marketed. But to Selina, during that
summer, they became a vital part world.! in
the vast mechanism of a living
Perrus, earth, sun, rain, all elemental
“Farm Work Grandl Farm Work Is
Slave Work.” *
forces that labored to produce the food
for millions of humans. She thought
ot Chicago’s children. If they had red
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Camilla Council R. & S. M. No. 31
meets 5th Thursday Night at 7:30,
all visiting Companions invited. -
M. A. Warren, Jno. C. Butler,*^
111 Master. Recorder,
Camilla Lodge No. 128 F. & A. M.
trieets 1st Thursday Nights at 7:30,
3rd Thursday Afternoons at 2*10.
Visiting brethren invited.
Jno. C. Butler, J. L. Palmer,
W. M, Sect’y.
Camilla Chapter No. 133 meets 3rd
Thursday Night at 7:30 Visiting
Companions invited.
P. C. Cullens, Jno. C. Butler,
H. P. Recorder.