miss billie married-第42章
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a little； a very little； of what he had done to
remain。
The third day Billy herself found him at his
easel。
‘‘I wonderdo you suppose I could？'' he
asked fearfully。
‘‘Why； dearest； of course you can！ Haven't
you noticed？ Can't you see how much more you
can do with your left hand now？ You've _had_ to
use it； you see。 _I've_ seen you do a lot of things
with it； lately； that you never used to do at all。
And； of course； the more you do with it； the more
you can！''
‘‘I know； but that doesn't mean that I can
paint with it；'' sighed Bertram； ruefully eyeing
the tiny bit of fresh color his canvas showed for
his long afternoon's work。
‘‘You wait and see；'' nodded Billy； with so
overwhelming a cheery confidence that Bertram；
looking into her glowing face； was conscious of a
curious throb of exultation； almost as if already
the victory were his。
But it was not always of Bertram's broken
arm； nor even of his work that they talked。 Bertram；
hanging over the baby's crib to assure himself
that the rosiness and the sparkle were really
growing more apparent every day； used to wonder
sometimes how ever in the world he could
have been jealous of his son。 He said as much
one day to Billy。
To Billy it was a most astounding idea。
‘‘You mean you were actually jealous of your
own baby？'' she gasped。 ‘‘Why； Bertram； how
could And was that why youyou sought
distraction and Oh； but； Bertram； that was
all my f…fault；'' she quavered remorsefully。 ‘‘I
wouldn't play； nor sing； nor go to walk； nor
anything； and I wore horrid frowzy wrappers all the
time； and''
‘‘Oh； come； come； Billy；'' expostulated the
man。 ‘‘I'm not going to have you talk like that
about _my wife！_''
‘‘But I didthe book said I did；'' wailed
Billy。
‘‘The book？ Good heavens！ Are there any
books in this； too？'' demanded Bertram。
‘‘Yes； the same one； thethe ‘Talks to
Young Wives；' '' nodded Billy。 And then；
because some things had grown small to them； and
some others great； they both laughed happily。
But even this was not quite all； for one
evening； very shyly； Billy brought out the chessboard。
‘‘Of course I can't play well；'' she faltered；
‘‘and maybe you don't want to play with me at
all。''
But Bertram； when he found out why she had
learned； was very sure he did want very much
to play with her。
Billy did not beat； of course。 But she did
several times experiencefor a few blissful minutes
the pleasure of seeing Bertram sit motionless；
studying the board； because of a move she had
made。 And though； in the end； her king was
ignominiously trapped with not an unguarded
square upon which to set his poor distracted
foot； the memory of those blissful minutes when
she had made Bertram ‘‘stare'' more than paid
for the final checkmate。
By the middle of June the baby was well
enough to be taken to the beach； and Bertram
was so fortunate as to secure the same house
they had occupied before。 Once again William
went down in Maine for his fishing trip； and the
Strata was closed。 In the beach house Bertram
was painting industriouslywith his left hand。
Almost he was beginning to feel Billy's enthusiasm。
Almost he was believing that he _was_ doing
good work。 It was not the ‘‘Face of a Girl；'' now。
It was the face of a baby： smiling； laughing； even
crying； sometimes； at other times just gazing
straight into your eyes with adorable soberness。
Bertram still went into Boston twice a week for
treatment； though the treatment itself had
changed。 The great surgeon had sent him to
still another specialist。
‘‘There's a chancethough perhaps a small
one；'' he had said。 ‘‘I'd like you to try it； anyway。''
As the summer advanced； Bertram thought
sometimes that he could see a slight improvement
in his injured arm； but he tried not to
think too much about this。 He had thought
the same thing before； only to be disappointed
in the end。 Besides； he was undeniably interested
just now in seeing if he _could_ paint with
his left hand。 Billy was so sure； and she had
said that she would be prouder than ever of him；
if he couldand he would like to make Billy
proud！ Then； too； there was the babyhe had
no idea a baby could be so interesting to paint。
He was not sure but that he was going to like to
paint babies even better than he had liked to
paint his ‘‘Face of a Girl'' that had brought
him his first fame。
In September the family returned to the Strata。
The move was made a little earlier this year on
account of Alice Greggory's wedding。
Alice was to be married in the pretty living…
room at the Annex； just where Billy herself had
been married a few short years before； and
Billy had great plans for the weddingnot
all of which she was able to carry out； for
Alice； like Marie before her； had very strong
objections to being placed under too great
obligations。
‘‘And you see； really； anyway；'' she told Billy；
‘‘I owe the whole thing to you； to begin with
even my husband。''
‘‘Nonsense！ Of course you don't；'' disputed
Billy。
‘‘But I do。 If it hadn't been for you I should
never have found him again； and of _course_ I
shouldn't have had this dear little home to be
married in。 And I never could have left mother
if she hadn't had Aunt Hannah and the Annex
which means you。 And if I hadn't found Mr。
Arkwright； I might never have known how
how I could go back to my old home （as I am
going on my honeymoon trip）； and just know that
every one of my old friends who shakes hands
with me isn't pitying me now； because I'm my
father's daughter。 And that means you； for you
see I never would have known that my father's
name was cleared if it hadn't been for you。
And''
‘‘Oh； Alice； please； please；'' begged Billy；
laughingly raising two protesting hands。 ‘‘Why
don't you say that it's to me you owe just breathing；
and be done with it？''
‘‘Well； I will； then；'' avowed Alice； doggedly。
‘‘And it's true； too； for； honestly； my dear； I
don't believe I would have been breathing to…day；
nor mother； either； if you hadn't found us that
morning； and taken us out of those awful rooms。''
‘‘I？ Never！ You wouldn't let me take you
out；'' laughed Billy。 ‘‘You proud little thing！
Maybe _you've_ forgotten how you turned poor
Uncle William and me out into the cold； cold
world that morning； just because we dared to
aspire to your Lowestoft teapot； but I haven't！''
‘‘Oh； Billy； please； _don't_；'' begged Alice； the
painful color staining her face。 ‘‘If you knew
how I've hated myself since for the way I acted
that dayand； really； you did take us away
from there； you know。''
‘‘No； I didn't。 I merely found two good
tenants for Mr。 and Mrs。 Delano；'' corrected Billy；
with a sober face。
‘‘Oh； yes； I know all about that；'' smiled Alice；
affectionately； ‘‘and you got mother and me
here to keep Aunt Hannah company and teach
Tommy Dunn； and you got Aunt Hannah here
to keep us company and take care of Tommy
Dunn； and you got Tommy Dunn here so Aunt
Hannah and we could have somebody to teach
and take care of； and； as for the others；''
But Billy put her hands to her ears and fled。
The wedding was to be on the fifteenth。 From
the West Kate wrote that of course it was none
of her affairs； particularly as neither of the
interested parties was a relation； but still she should
think that for a man in Mr。 Arkwright's position；
nothing but a church wedding would do at all；
as； of course； he did； in a way； belong to the
public。 Alice； however； declared that perhaps he
did belong to the public； when he was Don Somebody…
or…other in doublet and hose； but when he
was just plain Michael Jeremiah Arkwright in
a frock coat he was hers； and she did not propose
to make a Grand Opera show of her wedding。
And as Arkwright； too； very much disapproved
of the church…wedding idea； the two were married
in the Annex living…room at noon on the fifteenth
as originally planned； in spite of Mrs。 Kate
Hartwell's letter。
It was soon after the wedding that Bertram
told Billy he wished she would sit for him with
Bertram； Jr。
‘‘I want to try my hand at you both together；''
he coaxed。
‘‘Why； of course； if you like； dear；'' agreed
Billy； promptly； ‘‘though I think Baby is just
as nice； and even nicer； alone。''
Once again all over Bertram's studio began
to appear sketches of Billy； this time a glorified；
tender Billy； with the wonderful mother…love in
her eyes。 Then； after several sketches of trial
poses； Bertram began his picture of Billy and
the baby together。
Even now Bertram was not sure of his work。
He knew that he could not yet paint with his old
freedom and ease； he knew that his stroke was
not so sure； so untrammeled。 But he knew； too；
that he had gained wonderfully； during the summer；
and that he was gaining now； every day。
To Billy he said nothing of all this。 Even to
himself he scarcely put his hope into words； but in
his heart he knew that what he was really painting
his ‘‘Mother and Child'' picture for was the
Bohemian Ten Club Exhibition in Marchif
he could but put upon canvas the vision that was
spurring him on。
And so Bertram worked all through those
short winter days； not always upon the one picture；
of course； but upon some picture or sketch
that would help to give his still uncertain left
hand the skill that had belonged to its mate。
And always； cheering； encouraging； insisting on
victory； was Billy； so that even had Bertram
been tempted； sometimes； to give up； he could
not have done soand faced Billy's grieved；
disappointed eyes。 And when at last his work
was completed； and the pictured mother and
child in all their marvelous life and beauty seemed
ready to step from the canvas； Billy drew a long
ecstatic breath。
‘‘Oh； Bertram； it _is_； it is the best work you
have ever done。'' Billy was looking at the baby。
Always she had ignored herself as part of the
picture。 ‘‘And won't it be fine for the Exhibition！''
Bertram's hand tightened on the chair…back
in front of him。 For a moment he could not
speak。 Then； a bit huskily； he asked：
‘‘Would you darerisk it？''
‘‘Risk it！ Why； Bertram Henshaw； I've
meant that picture for the Exhibition from the
very firstonly I never dreamed you could get
it so perfectly lovely。 _Now_ what do you say
about Baby being nicer than any old ‘Face of a
Girl' that you ever did？'' she triumphed。
And Bertram； who； even to himself； had not
dared whisper the word exhibition； gave a tremulous
laugh that was almost a sob； so overwhelming
was his sudden realization of what faith and
confidence had meant to Billy； his wife。
If there was still a lingering doubt in Bertra
