In the Closed Room | Page 5

She lay still,
feeling undisturbed by everything and smiling as she had smiled in her
sleep.
While she sat at the breakfast table she saw her mother looking at her
curiously.
"You look as if you'd slept cool instead of hot last night," she said.
"You look better than you did yesterday. You're pretty well, ain't you,
Judy?"
Judith's smile meant that she was quite well, but she said nothing about
her sleeping.
The heat did not disturb her through the day, though the hours grew
hotter and hotter as they passed. Jane Foster, sweltering at her machine,
was obliged to stop every few minutes to wipe the beads from her face
and neck. Sometimes she could not remain seated, but got up panting to
drink water and fan herself with a newspaper.
"I can't stand much more of this," she kept saying. "If there don't come
a thunderstorm to cool things off I don't know what I'll do. This room's
about five hundred."
But the heat grew greater and the Elevated trains went thundering by.
When Jem came home from his work his supper was not ready. Jane
was sitting helplessly by the window, almost livid in her pallor. The
table was but half spread.

"Hullo," said Jem; "it's done you up, ain't it?"
"Well, I guess it has," good-naturedly, certain of his sympathy. "But I'll
get over it presently, and then I can get you a cold bite. I can't stand
over the stove and cook."
"Hully Gee, a cold bite's all a man wants on a night like this. Hot
chops'd give him the jim-jams. But I've got good news for you--it's
cheered me up myself."
Jane lifted her head from the chair back.
"What is it?"
"Well, it came through my boss. He's always been friendly to me. He
asks a question or so every now and then and seems to take an interest.
To-day he was asking me if it wasn't pretty hot and noisy down here,
and after I told him how we stood it, he said he believed he could get us
a better place to stay in through the summer. Some one he knows has
had illness and trouble in his family and he's obliged to close his house
and take his wife away into the mountains. They've got a beautiful big
house in one of them far up streets by the Park and he wants to get
caretakers in that can come well recommended. The boss said he could
recommend us fast enough. And there's a big light basement that'll be
as cool as the woods. And we can move in to-morrow. And all we've
got to do is to see that things are safe and live happy."
"Oh, Jem!" Jane ejaculated. "It sounds too good to be true! Up by the
Park! A big cool place to live!"
"We've none of us ever been in a house the size of it. You know what
they look like outside, and they say they're bigger than they look. It's
your business to go over the rooms every day or so to see nothing's
going wrong in them--moths or dirt, I suppose. It's all left open but just
one room they've left locked and don't want interfered with. I told the
boss I thought the basement would seem like the Waldorf-Astoria to us.
I tell you I was so glad I scarcely knew what to say."

Jane drew a long breath.
"A big house up there," she said. "And only one closed room in it. It's
too good to be true!"
"Well, whether it's true or not we'll move out there to-morrow," Jem
answered cheerfully. "To-morrow morning bright and early. The boss
said the sooner the better."
A large house left deserted by those who have filled its rooms with
emotions and life, expresses a silence, a quality all its own. A house
unfurnished and empty seems less impressively silent. The fact of its
devoidness of sound is upon the whole more natural. But carpets
accustomed to the pressure of constantly passing feet, chairs and sofas
which have held human warmth, draperies used to the touch of hands
drawing them aside to let in daylight, pictures which have smiled back
at thinking eyes, mirrors which have reflected faces passing hourly in
changing moods, elate or dark or longing, walls which have echoed
back voices--all these things when left alone seem to be held in strange
arrest, as if by some spell intensifying the effect of the pause in their
existence.
The child Judith felt this deeply throughout the entirety of her young
being.
"How STILL it is," she said to her mother the first time they went over
the place together.
"Well, it seems still up here--and kind of dead," Jane Foster replied
with her