Elsie Marley, Honey | Page 4

a spiritless affirmative.
"Of course! Oh, dear, and I'm simply perishing to go! But I'm due in a
poky little place in Massachusetts called Enderby. Isn't that the limit?
The name alone would queer the place, don't you think so? It's fairly
near Boston, but they say Boston's slow compared with New York or
even with San Francisco."
She waited a moment, then rattled on.
"Do you know, sometimes it seems my duty to go to New York. I've
got five hundred dollars all my own. Dad had a long sickness, and,
anyhow, he never got much ahead; but he left me that clear, and I'm
just going to beg and implore my uncle on bended knee to let me take it
and go to New York to study. I could get a start with that, I'm sure."
She looked up so eagerly that something strange seemed to stir within
the quiet girl. It was almost as if she would have liked to express her
sympathy had she known how. And when the light suddenly died out of
the sparkling eyes and even the shadows of the dimples disappeared,
she felt almost at fault.
The other girl did not resent her want of sympathy, however.
"But he'll never, never consent," she went on mournfully, "because he's
an orthodox minister and I want to be an actress. Of course he couldn't
approve, and I ought not to blame him. And yet, if I wait until I'm of
age, I'll be too old. I'd like to run away right now, but for the row it
would make and for frightening auntie. Really, you know, I'd rather
join the circus than go to Enderby."
"But I have always understood that to be an actress one must go
through much that--isn't nice," remarked Elsie Marley in her colorless
voice.
"Oh, but that's half the fun--the struggle against odds," exclaimed Miss

Moss with the assurance of untried youth. "Our class motto at the high
school was 'Per aspera ad astra.' Isn't that fine and inspiring?"
The other assented listlessly,
A breeze had arisen, and now, at a little distance from the track, the air,
though warm, was fresh and sweet. The yellowed grass extended to the
brilliant blue of the sky as far as the eye could reach. For the first time,
perhaps, in centuries, the plain was peopled by a throng; for by now
nearly every one in the long train had come out. Men stood in groups
discussing politics and the Mexican affair; women wandered sedately
about, most of them keeping a watchful eye upon the engine, as if it
might suddenly start and plunge on, dragging an empty train of cars;
children ran and frisked and shouted, making the most of the occasion,
as only children can. The two Elsies happened to be the only young
girls.
They had gone some little distance beyond the others. Failing to draw
out her companion, Elsie Moss took it for granted that she was shy, and
chatted on about her own affairs, hoping presently to effect an
exchange of confidences.
"I can't help wondering what my uncle will be like," she said soberly,
thrusting her hand into the pocket of her coat. "You see, I've never seen
him, though he and my mother were the greatest chums ever when they
were young--almost like twins, though he was heaps older. But mother
went to California when she married and I was born there, and though
he always meant to, he never got out to see us. His wife couldn't stand
the journey. And when mother died, he was way over in Egypt, so of
course he didn't come. All that I know is that he's handsome and
dignified and lives in a very proper place where they have everything
correct and conventional--musical advantages and oratorios and
lectures on Emerson, and village improvement and associated charities
and all that, but no vaudeville nor movies. I suppose if there were a
theatre they'd only play Ibsen and Bernard Shaw."
Elsie Marley opened her eyes rather wider than usual. For it all sounded
attractive to her, particularly in contrast with the boarding-house and

New York.
"He's awfully religious-looking, you know," Elsie Moss continued. "He
wears the same sort of waistcoats and collars the Episcopalians do,
though he's a Congregationalist, and his picture is more than dignified,
I can tell you. Well, no doubt he's dreading me just as much as I am
him, or else he's expecting me to be just like mother and will have the
surprise of his life."
She hesitated. "I suppose I do look like her," she added gently and quite
as if she believed the other girl to be deeply interested. Then her voice
dropped suddenly and her eyes filled with tears. "Mother died--in the
earthquake,"