THE AMAZING INTERLUDE(玛丽罗茨莱因哈特惊人的幕间表演)

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THE AMAZING INTERLUDE
THE AMAZING
INTERLUDE
by Mary Roberts Rinehart
THE AMAZING INTERLUDE
CHAPTER I
The stage on which we play our little dramas of life and love has for
most of us but one setting. It is furnished out with approximately the same
things. Characters come, move about and make their final exits through
long-familiar doors. And the back drop remains approximately the same
from beginning to end. Palace or hovel, forest or sea, it is the background
for the moving figures of the play.
So Sara Lee Kennedy had a back drop that had every appearance of
permanency. The great Scene Painter apparently intended that there should
be no change of set for her. Sara Lee herself certainly expected none.
But now and then amazing things are done on this great stage of ours:
lights go down; the back drop, which had given the illusion of solidity,
reveals itself transparent. A sort of fairyland transformation takes place.
Beyond the once solid wall strange figures move on - a new mise en scene,
with the old blotted out in darkness. The lady, whom we left knitting by
the fire, becomes a fairy - Sara Lee became a fairy, of a sort - and meets
the prince. Adventure, too; and love, of course. And then the lights go out,
and it is the same old back drop again, and the lady is back by the fire -
but with a memory.
This is the story of Sara Lee Kennedy's memory - and of something
more.
The early days of the great war saw Sara Lee playing her part in the
setting of a city in Pennsylvania. An ugly city, but a wealthy one. It is only
fair to Sara Lee to say that she shared in neither quality. She was far from
ugly, and very, very far from rich. She had started her part with a full stage,
to carry on the figure, but one by one they had gone away into the wings
and had not come back. At nineteen she was alone knitting by the fire,
with no idea whatever that the back drop was of painted net, and that
beyond it, waiting for its moment, was the forest of adventure. A strange
forest, too - one that Sara Lee would not have recognised as a forest. And
a prince of course - but a prince as strange and mysterious as the forest.
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The end of December, 1914, found Sara Lee quite contented. If it was
resignation rather than content, no one but Sara Lee knew the difference.
Knitting, too; but not for soldiers. She was, to be candid, knitting an
afghan against an interesting event which involved a friend of hers.
Sara Lee rather deplored the event - in her own mind, of course, for in
her small circle young unmarried women accepted the major events of life
without question, and certainly without conversation. She never, for
instance, allowed her Uncle James, with whom she lived, to see her
working at the afghan; and even her Aunt Harriet had supposed it to be a
sweater until it assumed uncompromising proportions.
Sara Lee's days, up to the twentieth of December, 1914, had been
much alike. In the mornings she straightened up her room, which she had
copied from one in a woman's magazine, with the result that it gave
somehow the impression of a baby's bassinet, being largely dotted Swiss
and ribbon. Yet in a way it was a perfect setting for Sara Lee herself. It
was fresh and virginal, and very, very neat and white. A resigned little
room, like Sara Lee, resigned to being tucked away in a corner and to
having no particular outlook. Peaceful, too.
Sometimes in the morning between straightening her room and going
to the market for Aunt Harriet, Sara Lee looked at a newspaper. So she
knew there was a war. She read the headings, and when the matter came
up for mention at the little afternoon bridge club, as it did now and then
after the prizes were distributed, she always said "Isn't it horrible!" and
changed the subject.
On the night of the nineteenth of December Sara Lee had read her
chapter in the Bible - she read it through once each year - and had braided
down her hair, which was as smooth and shining and lovely as Sara Lee
herself, and had raised her window for the night when Aunt Harriet came
in. Sara Lee did not know, at first, that she had a visitor. She stood looking
out toward the east, until Aunt Harriet touched her on the arm.
"What in the world!" said Aunt Harriet. "A body would suppose it was
August."
"I was just thinking," said Sara Lee.
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"You'd better do your thinking in bed. Jump in and I'll put out your
light."
So Sara Lee got into her white bed with the dotted Swiss valance, and
drew the covers to her chin, and looked a scant sixteen. Aunt Harriet, who
was an unsentimental woman, childless and diffident, found her suddenly
very appealing there in her smooth bed, and did an unexpected thing. She
kissed her. Then feeling extremely uncomfortable she put out the light and
went to the door. There she paused.
"Thinking!" she said. "What about, Sara Lee?"
Perhaps it was because the light was out that Sara Lee became
articulate. Perhaps it was because things that had been forming in her
young mind for weeks had at last crystallized into words. Perhaps it was
because of a picture she had happened on that day, of a boy lying wounded
somewhere on a battlefield and calling "Mother!"
"About - over there," she said rather hesitatingly. "And about Anna."
"Over there?"
"The war," said Sara Lee. "I was just thinking about all those women
over there - like Anna, you know. They - they had babies, and got
everything ready for them. And then the babies grew up, and they're all
getting killed."
"It's horrible," said Aunt Harriet. "Do you want another blanket? It's
cold to-night."
Sara Lee did not wish another blanket.
"I'm a little worried about your Uncle James," said Aunt Harriet, at the
door. "He's got indigestion. I think I'll make him a mustard plaster."
She prepared to go out then, but Sara Lee spoke from her white bed.
"Aunt Harriet," she said, "I don't think I'll ever get married."
"I said that too, once," said Aunt Harriet complacently. "What's got
into your head now?"
"I don't know," Sara Lee replied vaguely. "I Just - What's the use?"
Aunt Harriet was conscious of a hazy impression of indelicacy.
Coming from Sara Lee it was startling and revolutionary. In Aunt Harriet's
world young women did not question their duty, which was to marry,
THE AMAZING INTERLUDE
preferably some one in the neighborhood, and bear children, who would
be wheeled ahout that same neighborhood in perambulators and who
would ultimately grow up and look after themselves.
"The use?" she asked tartly.
"Of having babies, and getting to care about them, and then - There
will always be wars, won't there?"
"You turn over and go to sleep," counseled Aunt Harriet. "And stop
looking twenty years or more ahead." She hesitated. "You haven't
quarreled with Harvey, have you?"
Sara Lee turned over obediently.
"No. It's not that," she said. And the door closed.
Perhaps, had she ever had time during the crowded months that
followed, Sara Lee would have dated certain things from that cold frosty
night in December when she began to question things. For after all that
was what it came to. She did not revolt. She questioned.
She lay in her white bed and looked at things for the first time. The sky
had seemed low that night. Things were nearer. The horizon was close.
And beyond that peaceful horizon, to the east, something was going on
that could not be ignored. Men were dying. Killing and dying. Men who
had been waited for as Anna watched for her child.
Downstairs she could hear Aunt Harriet moving about. The street was
quiet, until a crowd of young people - she knew them by their voices -
went by, laughing.
"It's horrible," said Sara Lee to herself. There was a change in her, but
she was still inarticulate. Somewhere in her mind, but not formulated, was
the feeling that she was too comfortable. Her peace was a cheap peace,
bought at no price. Her last waking determination was to finish the afghan
quickly and to to knit for the men at the war.
Uncle James was ill the next morning. Sara Lee went for the doctor,
but Anna's hour had come and he was with her. Late in the afternoon he
came, however looking a bit gray round the mouth with fatigue, but
triumphant. He had on these occasions always a sense of victory; even, in
a way, a eeling of being part of a great purpose. He talked at such times of
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the race, as one may who is doing his best by it.
"Well," he said when Sara Lee opened the door, "it's a boy. Eight
pounds. Going to be red-headed, too." He chuckled.
"A boy!" said Sara Lee. "I - don't you bring any girl babies any more?"
The doctor put down his hat and glanced at her.
"Wanted a girl, to be named for you?"
"No. It's not that. It's only -" She checked herself. He wouldn't
understand. The race required girl babies. "I've put a blue bow on my
afghan. Pink is for boys," she said, and led the way upstairs.
Very simple and orderly was the small house, as simple and orderly as
Sara Lee's days in it. Time was to come when Sara Lee, having left it,
ached for it with every fiber of her body and her soul - for its bright
curtains and fresh paint, its regularity, its shining brasses and growing
plants, its very kitchen pans and green-and-white oilcloth. She was to ache,
too, for her friends - their small engrossing cares, their kindly interest,
their familiar faces.
Time was to come, too, when she came back, not to the little house, it
is true, but to her friends, to Anna and the others. But they had not grown
and Sara Lee had. And that is the story.
Uncle James died the next day. One moment he was there, an uneasy
figure, under the tulip quilt, and the next he had gone away entirely,
leaving a terrible quiet behind him. He had been the center of the little
house, a big and cheery and not over-orderly center. Followed his going
not only quiet, but a wretched tidiness. There was nothing for Sara Lee to
do but to think.
And, in the way of mourning women, things that Uncle James had said
which had passed unheeded came back to her. One of them was when he
had proposed to adopt a Belgian child, and Aunt Harriet had offered
horrified protest.
"All right," he had said. "Of course, if you feel that way about it - ! But
I feel kind of mean, sometimes, sitting here doing nothing when there's
such a lot to be done."
Then he had gone for a walk and had come back cheerful enough but
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rather quiet.
There was that other time, too, when the German Army was hurling
itself, wave after wave, across the Yser - only of course Sara Lee knew
nothing of the Yser then - and when it seemed as though the attenuated
Allied line must surely crack and give. He had said then that if he were
only twenty years younger he would go across and help.
"And what about me?" Aunt Harriet had asked. " But I suppose I
wouldn't matter."
"You could go to Jennie's, couldn't you?"
There had followed one of those absurd wrangles as to whether or not
Aunt Harriet would go to Jennie's in the rather remote contingency of
Uncle James' becoming twenty years younger and going away.
And now Uncle James had taken on the wings of the morning and was
indeed gone away. And again it became a question of Jennie's. Aunt
Harriet, rather dazed at first, took to arguing it pro and con.
"Of course she has room for me," she would say in her thin voice.
"There's that little room that was Edgar's. There's nobody in it now. But
there's only room for a single bed, Sara Lee."
Sara Lee was knitting socks now, all a trifle tight as to heel. "I know,"
she would say. "I'll get along. Don't you worry about me."
Always these talks ended on a note of exasperation for Aunt Harriet.
For Sara Lee's statement that she could manage would draw forth a
plaintive burst from the older woman.
"If only you'd marry Harvey," she would say. "I don't know what's
come over you. You used to like him well enough."
I still like him."
"I've seen you jump when the telephone bell rang. Your Uncle James
often spoke about it. He noticed more than most people thought." She
followed Sara Lee's eyes down the street to where Anna was wheeling her
baby slowly up and down. Even from that distance Sara Lee could see the
bit of pink which was the bow on her afghan. "I believe you're afraid."
"Afraid?"
"Of having children," accused Aunt Harriet fretfully.
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Sara Lee colored.
"Perhaps I am," she said; "but not the sort of thing you think. I just
don't see the use of it, that's all. Aunt Harriet, how long does it take to
become a hospital nurse?"
"Mabel Andrews was three years. It spoiled her looks too. She used to
be a right pretty girl."
"Three years," Sara Lee reflected. "By that time-"
The house was very quiet and still those days. There was an interlude
of emptiness and order, of long days during which Aunt Harriet alternately
grieved and planned, and Sara Lee thought of many things. At the Red
Cross meetings all sorts of stories were circulated; the Belgian atrocity
tales had just reached the country, and were spreading like wildfire. There
were arguments and disagreements. A girl named Schmidt was militant
against them and soon found herself a small island of defiance entirely
surrounded by disapproval. Mabel Andrews came once to a meeting and in
businesslike fashion explained the Red Cross dressings and gave a lesson
in bandaging. Forerunner of the many first-aid classes to come was that
hour of Mabel's, and made memorable by one thing she said.
"You might as well all get busy and learn to do such things," she stated
in her brisk voice. "One of our internes is over there, and he says we'll be
in it before spring."
After the meeting Sara Lee went up to Mabel and put a hand on her
arm.
"Are you going?" she asked.
"Leaving day after to-morrow. Why?" I - couldn't I be useful over
there?"
Mabel smiled rather grimly. "What can you do?"
"I can cook."
"Only men cooks, my dear. What else?"
"I could clean up, couldn't I? There must be something. I'd do anything
I could. Don't they have people to wash dishes and-all that?"
Mabel was on doubtful ground there. She knew of a woman who had
been permitted to take over her own automobile, paying all her expenses
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and buying her own tires and gasoline.
She carries supplies to small hospitals in out-of-the-way places," she
said. "But I don't suppose you can do that, Sara Lee, can you?"
However, she gave Sara Lee a New York address, and Sara Lee wrote
and offered herself. She said nothing to Aunt Harriet, who had by that time
elected to take Edgar's room at Cousin Jennie's and was putting Uncle
James' clothes in tearful order to send to Belgium. After a time she
received a reply. We have put your name on our list of volunteers," said
the letter, but of course you understand that only trained workers are
needed now. France and England are full of untrained women who are
eager to help."
It was that night that Sara Lee became engaged to Harvey.
Sara Lee's attitude toward Harvey was one that she never tried to
analyze. When he was not with her she thought of him tenderly,
romantically. This was perhaps due to the photograph of him on her
mantel. There was a dash about the picture rather lacking in the original,
for it was a profile, and in it the young man's longish hair, worn
pompadour, the slight thrust forward of the head, the arch of the nostrils,-
gave him a sort of tense eagerness, a look of running against the wind.
From the photograph Harvey might have been a gladiator; as a matter of
fact he was a bond salesman.
So during the daytime Sarah Lee looked - at intervals - at the
photograph, and got that feel of drive and force. And in the evenings
Harvey came, and she lost it. For, outside of a frame, he became a rather
sturdy figure, of no romance, but of a comforting solidity. A kindly young
man, with a rather wide face and hands disfigured as to fingers by much
early baseball. He had heavy shoulders, the sort a girl might rely on to
carry many burdens. A younger and tidier Uncle James, indeed - the same
cheery manner, the same robust integrity, and the same small ambition.
To earn enough to keep those dependent on him, and to do it fairly; to
tell the truth and wear clean linen and not run into debt; and to marry Sara
Lee and love and cherish her all his life - this was Harvey. A plain and
likable man, a lover and husband to be sure of. But -
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He came that night to see Sarah Lee. There was nothing unusual about
that. He came every night. But he came that night full of determination.
That was not unusual, either, but it had not carried him far. He had no idea
that his picture was romantic. He would have demanded it back had he so
much as suspected it. He wore his hair in a pompadour because of the
prosaic fact that he had a cow-lick. He was very humble about himself,
and Sara Lee was to him as wonderful as his picture was to her.
Sara Lee was in the parlor, waiting for him. The one electric lamp was
lighted, so that the phonograph in one corner became only a bit of
reflected light. There was a gas fire going, and in front of it was a white
fur rug. In Aunt Harriet's circle there were few orientals. The
Encyc1opaedia Britannica, not yet entirely paid for, stood against the wall,
and a leather chair, hollowed by Uncle James' solid body, was by the fire.
It was just such a tidy, rather vulgar and homelike room as no doubt
Harvey would picture for his own home. He had of course never seen the
white simplicity of Sara Lee's bedroom.
Sara Lee, in a black dress, admitted him. When he had taken off his
ulster and his overshoes - he had been raised by women - and came in, she
was standing by the fire.
"Raining," he said. "It's getting colder. May be snow before morning."
Then he stopped. Sometimes the wonder of Sara Lee got him in the
throat. She had so much the look of being poised for flight. Even in her
quietest moments there was that about her - a sort of repressed eagerness,
a look of seeing things far away. Aunt Harriet said that there were times
when she had a "flighty" look.
And that night it was that impression of elusiveness that stopped
Harvey's amiable prattle about the weather and took him to her with his
arms out.
"Sara Lee!" he said. "Don't look like that!"
"Like what?" said Sara Lee prosaically.
"I don't know," he muttered. "You - sometimes you look as though -"
Then he put his arms round her. "I love you," he said. "I'll be good to you,
Sara Lee, if you'll have me." He bent down and put his cheek against hers.
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