GI Brides (33 page)

“Yes, I’d like to see her,” he said gently. “That is, if you don’t feel I would be intruding.”

“Intruding? Why, of course not! I’d love to have you see her. We’ll take your flowers up and give them to her. Come!”

She brushed bright tears away and led him in the front door and up the stairs. Right past the curious Corliss, who had quickly and arrogantly arranged herself where they would have to brush by her and could not, she was sure, fail to see her in her recently repaired makeup.

But David Kenyon did not cast an eye in her direction, although he passed so near he almost had to
push
by her, following Dale up the stairs. Dale had not even noticed that she was there until she had started up the stairs, and then she could only pray in her heart that her young cousin would not be moved to scream or otherwise mar the quiet atmosphere of the home from which the moving spirit had fled.

Corliss stared up after them until they vanished toward the room where the grandmother lay, and then she flounced out onto the porch and met her brother, who had just come whistling up the walk from the street.

“Hi, Cor; didn’t I see a navy man coming in here? What’s become of him, and how come you’re not flirting with him with those big, wistful eyes of yours?”

“Oh, get out! You’re a pest if there ever was one! That navy man is a flat tire. He’s gone upstairs with Dale, acts as if Gram was
his
relative. It makes me tired, all this carrying on about a dead person. When you’re dead you’re dead, and that’s the end of it, isn’t it? Then why all the shilly-shally? Where’ve you been? Isn’t there a movie theater around here where we could go see a picture or something? I’m simply fed up with all this funeral business. And where is that hotel Dale talked about? I think it’s time we found it and moved on. Go find Mother and tell her to come out here. I can’t see going into that house again. It makes me sick to smell those flowers. I’d like to pull them all down and scatter them on the sidewalk. I wonder what Dale would do if I did, now that her precious Mrs. Marshall has been here and seen them. I believe I will.”

“You better go easy, Cor; that’s the undertaker coming now. He’ll give you ballyhoo if you touch ’em, and he looks as if he could wallop you good if he got mad enough.”

“Oh, get out, you bad boy! You know perfectly well he wouldn’t dare!”

“Wouldn’t he, though?” mimicked the loving brother. “Wait and see! Just you wait till I tell Mother what you said about those flowers. Now she’s seen the dame that furnished ’em she wouldn’t let you get by with an act like that!”

So the bickering went on out on the porch, with rising angry voices floating around the neighborhood.

“Isn’t that perfectly awful!” said little Mrs. Bolton next door, peering out behind the curtains and then pulling her window down sharply with a bang to let the young people understand she was hearing them.

But upstairs Lieutenant David Kenyon and Dale Huntley were standing quietly before the sweet dead face among the flowers. The sun was slowly sinking behind the distant hill and made a soft rosy light on the quiet, lovely face of the old lady, lighting up her silver hair and giving a glory that was not of earth, as if God’s sun would touch her brow with a hint of the heavenly glory that her clear soul was wearing now.

“Why, she’s beautiful!” said the young officer in surprise. “I’ve seen a lot of death lately, but I never saw a face glorified like that. I didn’t imagine death could be beautiful!”

“She is beautiful, isn’t she?” said Dale softly. “She was like that in life, lovely of expression. Only there’s something different about it now. Something not of earth. Something heavenly. Doesn’t it seem that way to you?”

“It does,” said the young man reverently. “It seems—” he hesitated, and then went on, “it almost seems as if she were standing right in the Presence of God and had just looked at Him for the first time. Only I suppose she must have known Him well before she went away.”

“She did!” said Dale, brushing the quick tears away. “Only I suppose it is different when one gets there and really sees Him in His beauty. ‘The King in His beauty.’ She used to say that sometimes, smiling to herself, those last few days. ‘The King in His beauty!’ I wonder what it will be like when we first see Him.”

“Well, she’s seen Him now,” said the young man with conviction.

“Yes, there’s no doubt about that!” said Dale, with a smile like a rainbow through her tears. “Oh, I’m so glad you stopped by! It’s good to have someone who understands. A great many loved her, but very few knew her as she really was. She was reserved and quiet, just a touch of fun and a twinkle in her eyes. She had a great sense of humor, too, but they didn’t all understand how real Christ was to her. But you are a Christian then, aren’t you? I didn’t know.”

“One could scarcely be anything else where I’ve been for the last two years,” he said gravely, “unless one turned into a devil and grew hard. Coming near to death every day puts a different light on life and what it means. You find out that you need a Savior when you are surrounded by death. But somehow I never realized that death could look like this.”

They talked a few minutes while Dale opened the box and took out the lovely flowers he had brought.

“Lilies of the valley!” she said. “How lovely! And Grandmother was so fond of them. But I thought it was too late for them.”

“I guess it is late,” said the officer, “but somehow they seemed the fitting thing for a grandmother gone home. I could not send flowers to my own grandmother’s funeral because I did not know in time, so I thought I would like to bring them to this one.”

“Oh, that is so kind of you!” said Dale, lifting a lovely smile to his eyes. “It seems the most beautiful thing that anyone could do. We’ll put them in her hands. I can imagine just how she would have held them in her lifetime.”

Dale lifted the white hands that were folded across the breast and put the mass of delicate little blossoms in them, just as the dear old lady might have picked them up and held them to her to smell their exquisite perfume, and then the two stood back a little, looking at the sweet picture it made.

“It seems,” said the young man, “as if there must have been somebody else’s flowers that should have priority over mine; as if I were stealing in where I have no right to be, so very close to her. I am only a stranger to her, you know.”

“No,” said Dale quickly, “you are not a stranger. You are someone whom God has sent, and it comforts me to see your flowers there, because you understand. And there are no flowers she loved as much as those lilies of the valley.”

“Thank you,” he said. “I’m glad I could help a little.”

And then there were sounds from downstairs of more people coming, and the young man drew back, feeling that their quiet time together was over.

“When is the service?” he asked wistfully.

“Tomorrow afternoon at two o’clock,” said Dale. “I wish you could be here. Grandmother arranged it all. She wanted the service to tell the story of salvation, if there should be somebody here who did not know the way.”

“I shall be glad to be here,” said the young man, “if I won’t be intruding. I am afraid this may be my last leave before I go back overseas, but I have till midnight tomorrow night. I was hoping I might have another word or two with you before I leave, but I suppose you will be very busy.”

“Not too busy to talk to you. I shall be so glad if you will come to the service, and I can give you time afterward. You will help to tide me over the first hard hours knowing that she is gone.”

He looked down at her tenderly and smiled. “Thank you,” he said quietly.

And then they could hear those other people coming up the stairs with Aunt Blanche’s clarion voice leading them on self-consciously, as if it were entirely her funeral, glory and all, although she had not as yet come upstairs to see the grandmother.

David Kenyon put his strong, warm hand on Dale’s with a quick clasp like a benediction.

“Thank you, and good-bye till tomorrow. I’ll be praying for you all through the night, for I know it will be a hard one for you.”

Then with a smile like a blessing he was gone, down the stairs alone, out the door, and into the street before Corliss realized that he was coming. He vanished so quickly that she looked down the darkening street in vain to see a stalwart officer, whom she had fully intended to accompany on his way to get a little better acquainted with him.

“What happened with that navy guy, Cor?” asked her brother, looking up from the funnies over which he had been straining his eyes in the fading light.

“That’s what I’m wondering,” answered Corliss surlily. “I thought I was watching him every minute. I was going out to speak to him, but he just came down from the porch, swung out that gate, and disappeared before I could tell he was even there. He must wear seven-leagued boots. I never saw anybody go into nothing as quick in my life. It certainly wasn’t very flattering to the family, when he must have seen us all sitting here on the porch.”

“Mebbe he had to catch a train,” said the boy. “Say, how long is this line gonna last? I’m about fed up with it. Why can’t we go to the movies somewhere?”

“No,” said his mother sharply. “We’ve got to wait till Dale comes down and arranges for us to go to the hotel. She’ll have to send for a taxi, and I do wish she’d hurry up. All these fool neighbors coming in and staying so long! I can’t see any sense in it.”

“Well, why can’t we go and find a taxi ourselves? Can’t you phone for a taxi? Ask that servant out in the kitchen. She’ll know where to get a taxi.”

“No,” said their mother. “It’s better to stay right here till I can have it out with Dale. I’ve got to find out about that funeral, what time it is set and when I can have the man here to see the house. I’m afraid she’s going to be hard to handle about this. She seems to think the house is hers, and it isn’t, I’m quite sure. I’ll have to find that lawyer our Mr. Hawkins told me about and look into things tomorrow.”

“When are we going home, Mom?” asked the bored boy. “I’m fed up with his funeral business, and if you are going to hang around here any longer, I’m going home by myself.”

“No!” said the mother firmly. “You are not going home alone. You are not going until the rest of us go. I may need you here to carry these things through. You aren’t of age of course, but there is nothing like having the family visible. We may be able to make some money out of this. You’ll be glad of that, I know. And if there
is
any money, we don’t intend to be cheated out of it. I’m quite certain that your father told me he had furnished the money to buy this house for his mother, and if that’s true, the house is mine.”

“But I heard Dale say it was hers.”

“It doesn’t matter what she said. She’s probably made that story up herself, or else Grandmother has told her some fairy tales. Of course even Grandmother may not have known where she got the house. She may have thought it was from both brothers, but I’ve always heard that Dale’s father was sort of a ne’er-do-well. I really never knew him, you know. He went overseas before we were married and just before your father went, and Dale’s father never came back. He was killed, you know.”

Just then there was the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs, several people, and Dale’s voice could be heard gently. Aunt Blanche stopped talking and sat up abruptly.

“
Now,
we’ll see,” she murmured in a low voice to her children, and promptly there was an arrogant question in the very atmosphere, so that it was almost visible to the neighbors who came slowly down the stairs and out to the porch.

The neighbors lingered several minutes on the porch, just last tender words about the woman they loved who was gone from their midst. Aunt Blanche and her children, in spite of their avid curiosity, grew more impatient before the last kindly woman said good night and went out the little white gate.

Then Aunt Blanche, without waiting for them to get beyond earshot, rose to her feet and pinned Dale with a cold glance from her unfriendly eyes. “And now, if you have got through with all the riffraff of neighbors that seem to have so much more importance in your eyes than your own blood relations, just what are you going to do with us?”

Dale turned troubled eyes toward them. “Oh, I’m sorry,” she said gently. “I suppose you are tired after your journey. Would you like to go up to your rooms now?”

“No!” screamed Corliss with one of those piercing shrieks with which she had lorded it over her family since she was born. “No! I will
not
sleep in this house, not with a dead person here! My mother knows I won’t do that! Not
ever
!”

“Well, in that case, what do you want to do? Go to a hotel? I didn’t know you hadn’t already arranged to do that. Of course you knew I wasn’t able to get away just then.”

“I don’t see why!” said her aunt sharply. “I should think guests in your house would be of the first consideration. But I don’t suppose you’ve had the advantage of being brought up to know good manners from bad ones and ought to be excused on that score. But how would you suppose I could do anything about a hotel? I don’t know any hotels around here.”

“I’m sorry,” said Dale again, “but I thought you would probably ask Hattie about them. She would know, and any hotel in this region would be all right, of course, provided you could get in. You know, this region is rather full of defense workers, and most hotels and boardinghouses are full to overflowing, just now in wartime.”

“So you would expect me to go to a servant for information, would you? Well, that is another evidence of your crude manners. However, now you are here, what are you going to do with us?”

“Well, what would you like me to do? Your rooms are all in readiness upstairs, of course, and since you do not choose to occupy them, I wouldn’t know just what to do. Would you like me to order a taxi to take you around to the different hotels, to see if you can find a more desirable place for the night?”

“No, certainly not,” said the irate aunt. “After I’ve come a long journey, I’m not going around hunting a place to stay. I’m too tired for that. I think it’s up to you to find me a place.”