Brenda, Her School and Her Club
Copyright© 2024 by Helen Leah Reed
Chapter 21: Miss South and Julia
“You can say what you like,” said Belle to Brenda when the latter told her of Julia’s adventure with the dog, “but I think that it was downright mean in her to go to Madame du Launy’s in that sneaking kind of way.”
“Why, Belle, it wasn’t sneaking. What was she to do with the little dog? She couldn’t leave it on the street.”
“Well, she knew how anxious we all were to see the inside of that house, and the least that she could do was to invite some of us to go with her.”
“Oh, Belle, if you are not the most unreasonable girl in the world,” exclaimed Nora, who had heard the latter part of this speech. “You couldn’t expect her to invite one of us Four, when at that very moment we were having our meeting; and it’s you who won’t let the rest of us invite her to sew with us. For my part, I am glad that Julia has got ahead of us.”
Here Brenda spoke up in a tone rather more judicial than she was accustomed to employ. “I think that you are wrong, too, Belle; I don’t believe that Julia had ever given Madame du Launy a thought before, and I’m almost sure that she didn’t expect to be invited into the house when she took the little dog home.”
“Oh, she knew what she was doing,” replied Belle; “you can’t make me believe anything else, and I only hope she’ll invite you to go there with her some day. You must be sure to let me know if she does.”
“Oh, of course,” responded Brenda carelessly, “but then I am not so anxious myself to see Madame du Launy, I never did care so very much for old ladies.”
“It isn’t Madame du Launy,” interposed Belle, “it’s the house. Didn’t Julia tell you that it was perfectly beautiful?”
“I don’t know that she said so very much about it. She hasn’t said much to me. You’d better ask her yourself, if you wish to know all about it,” said Brenda in reply, while Nora added a little mischievously, “Yes, here she comes, with Edith and Ruth.”
But Belle with a scornful “No thank you,” passed on into the house.
As a matter of fact Brenda was just a little envious of what to her seemed Julia’s good fortune in this particular instance; but her cousin’s charm of disposition and manner had already begun to have an effect on her, and she was also weary of hearing Belle so constantly find fault with her. After all blood is thicker than water, and Brenda had a little more than her share of true family pride. By noon, however, her annoyance with Belle had disappeared, and she listened eagerly to some plans which Belle was arranging for the afternoon.
It happened that very day that Miss South and Julia were to make one of their journeys to the North End, and on the way Julia very naturally told her teacher of her visit to Madame du Launy. The latter listened with great interest, but made rather less comment than Julia had expected. Yet she asked one or two questions that surprised Julia. “Did you like the picture of the young girl over the drawing-room mantelpiece?”
“Why, is there one there, did I speak of it?” said Julia.
Miss South, Julia could not help noticing it, really blushed as she replied,
“Well, you may not have mentioned it, but I had heard——”
“Oh, yes,” interrupted Julia, without waiting for her to finish. “Oh, yes, I do remember; a young girl with long, fair curls. I sat just where my eye fell on it, and I could not help thinking that it was rather a sad picture, at least the girl had a sad expression, and it seemed too, as if I had seen some one who looked very much like her. Why, have you ever seen that portrait, Miss South?”
“Oh, no,” answered Miss South. “Oh, no, but I have heard of it, and—” but she did not finish the sentence, and altogether she seemed to be in a rather silent mood, although she encouraged Julia to talk freely about Madame du Launy.
“Madame du Launy must be dreadfully lonely,” said Julia, “living alone in that great house. I believe it is true as the girls at school say that no one ever goes to see her.”
“Not to see a great many people does not always mean loneliness,” replied Miss South. “You know that I have not a great many acquaintances in Boston, but still I am never lonely. Of course,” she continued, “I have you girls, but that is not the same thing as having friends of my own age to exchange visits with me.”
“Yes,” responded Julia sympathetically, “and since I have known so much about you I have often thought that it must be very hard to be alone this way in a large city. Of course you have your brother to think about—but he is so far away, out there on the railroad in Texas, —why you are worse off than I am, for I have my uncle and aunt—and Brenda—” she ended with a smile.
“As I have said, Julia,” continued Miss South, “I am not so very lonely, although I have not a single relation in Boston, at least not one to whom I can turn; yes, I might as well say, not one.”
“How did you ever happen to come here, then?” asked Julia.
“Oh, I had just finished my normal course in New York, when I met Miss Crawdon one summer. She needed an assistant, and made me a very good offer. Besides I had always wished to come to Boston, and as long as Louis and I had to be separated, it seemed to me that I might as well be here as anywhere else. I should have liked to go to Texas with Louis, but his work keeps him so much on the railroad that we should not have been much good to each other. Of course when he is a railway president we shall live together—but he is only twenty-two now, and it is foolish to think of that at present.”
For the first time since the beginning of her acquaintance with Miss South, Julia felt decidedly anxious to ask questions about her early life. Perhaps Miss South had an insight into her mind. At any rate she said, in a half tone of apology, “Since you are interested, Julia, I will tell you a little about myself. When my brother was ten years old, and I fourteen, our father died. Our mother had died several years before. The little bit of money which our father left was hardly enough to support us until we were educated. Fortunately he had a friend, a lawyer, who looked after it very carefully, and although he had to spend most of the capital for us as well as the interest, we were both able to live comfortably, though in a very economical way, until I was eighteen. At this time we had but a few hundred dollars left, and Louis was glad enough to take a situation in a railroad office offered to him by the efforts of the same kind friend. He was soon earning his board, and every year he has had an increase of salary, with a steady promotion. I went first to the State University in the state where I had grown up and was able to afford myself a good normal course. Since I came to Boston I have been able to save a little from my salary. You can see, then, that I am not very badly off—only I do wish sometimes that I had a few relations.”
“Haven’t you any, really?” asked Julia.
“None—at least practically none near enough to take any interest in me. You see my mother was an only child, at least her brother and sister died young, and so was my father. Besides he was an Englishman, and what distant cousins of his there are, live in England.”
Julia would have liked to ask more, but just at that moment a little figure darted into view, and flung himself upon her. It was Manuel, in all the glory of a new pair of trousers, new at least to him, though even an eye inexperienced in tailoring could see that they had been cut down from garments originally made for a much larger person. But to him they were absolutely the finest pair of trousers that he had ever seen, because they were the first that he had ever worn. After this there was no danger that any one could imagine that he was his own little sister, a mortifying mistake that strangers were in the habit of making.
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