A College Girl by Mrs George de Horne Vaizey (reading in the dark .TXT) š
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The Dutch Doll was another huge success; for so dolly and so beyond all things Dutch did she appear, standing within the doorway with jointed arms and rigid back, with dark hair plastered over the forehead in the well-known curve, and the three little spots of colour blazing out from the whitened background, that it was almost impossible to believe that she was living flesh and blood. Like a statue she stood until the laughter and applause had lasted for several minutes, and then, stepping jerkily on one side, made way for a new and even more startling apparition.
Topsy, by all that was wonderful and unexpected! A beaming, grinning little nigger girl, with tightly curled hair, rolling eyes, and white teeth showing to the gums. A short gown of brilliantly striped cotton reached to the knees, brown-stockinged arms and legs were matched by brown-painted face and neck; standing side by side with the Dutch Doll, the respective whiteness and brownness became accentuated to a positively dazzling extent, and the onlookers were jubilant with delight. The climax was reached when the two waltzed off together round the room, the doll sustaining a delightful stiffness and stoniness of mien, while Topsyās grin threatened to reach to her very ears.
Ordinary costumes fell somewhat flat after these triumphs, though to the Freshers there was a continuing joy in beholding dignified students in their third year pirouetting in childlike abandonment. There, for instance, was the cleverest girl in college, of whom it was accepted as a certainty that she would become a world-wide celebrity, an austere and remote personage who was seldom seen to smile; there she stood, the daintiest Christmas Cracker that one could wish to behold, in a sheath of shimmery pink, tied in the middle by a golden string, finished at either end with a froth of frills, and ornamented front and back with immense bouquets of flowers. By an ingenious arrangement also, if you pulled a string in a certain way, a mysterious cracking sound was heard, and a motto made its appearance bearing an original couplet whose reference was strictly and delightfully local.
The run on these mottoes was great, and after their points were fully enjoyed, they were folded carefully away, to be kept as souvenirs of the great scholar of later years.
The evening was half over, and the girls had settled down to the dance, when suddenly, unexpectedly, the great excitement arrived. At a moment when the music had ceased, and the various couples were preparing for the usual promenade around the Hall, a loud roar was heard from without, and into the middle of the floor there trotted nothing more nor less than a tawny yellow lion, which, being confronted by a crowd of spectators, drew back as if in fear, and crouched in threatening manner. Its masked face showed a savage row of teeth; a mass of red hair, shortened by that mysterious process known as āback combing,ā produced a sufficiently convincing mane; a yellow skin hearthrug was wrapped round the body, while paint and wadding combined had contrived a wonderfully good imitation of claws.
It was the colour of the hair alone which revealed the identity of the Lion to her companions. āItās that wretched little ginger Georgie!ā
āThat little ginger beast!ā went the cry from lip to lip. But, abuse her as they might, for the rest of the evening āGinger Georgieā remained the centre of attraction, as she persistently ambled after Topsy, and gnawed at her brown feet, evidently recognising in her at once a compatriot and a tit-bit.
Well, well! Il faut souffrire pour ĆŖtreācĆ©lĆØbre! When supper-time arrived, and the lionās mask was removed, behold a countenance so magenta with heat that compared with it even the Letter Box herself was pale. The two sufferers were waited upon with the most assiduous attention, as was indeed only fair. When one has voluntarily endured a condition of semi-suffocation throughout an eveningās āpleasuringā for the unselfish reason of providing amusement for others, itās a poor thing if one cannot be assisted to lemonade in return.
The Lion sat up well into the night combing out her mane; the Letter Box had the first bad headache in her life, but both tumbled into bed at last, proud and happy in the remembrance of an historic success.
Hannah strolled into Darsieās study, open letter in hand. āHereās games!ā she announced. āAn invitation from Mrs Hoare for myself and friendāthatās youāto go to tea on Sunday afternoon. Thatās because Iām Danās sister, of course. Heāll be there, too, I expect, and the handsome Percival, and lots more men. The question is, shall we go?ā
Now Mrs Hoare was the wife of the head of that well-known college of which Dan and Ralph were members, and the invitation was therefore the fulfilment of one of Darsieās dreams.
āOf course weāll go!ā she cried ardently. āSunday tea at a manās college is part of the Cambridge programme, and we want to see all that we can. Personally, I consider that they might have asked us before.ā She lay back in her seat, and stared dreamily at the wall, puckering her brow in thought, the while Hannah chuckled in the background.
āI know what you are thinking about!ā
āYou donāt!ā cried Darsie, and blushed, a deep guilty blush.
āI do! Costume for Sunday, and the question of possibly squeezing out three or four shillings to buy an extra bit of frippery to add to your charms!ā
āBoo!ā cried Darsie impatiently; then with a sudden change of front: āAnd if I was, I was perfectly right! Newnham girls are not half careful enough about their appearance, and it tells against the cause. A perfect woman, nobly planned, ought to be as clever as she isāerādainty, and as dainty as she is clever.ā
āThank you for the concession! Very considerate of you, Iām sure. If you had stuck to ābeautiful,ā I should have been hopelessly left out. Even ādaintyā is beyond me, Iām afraid; but Iāll promise you to be neat and tidy, and saints can do no moreāif they happen to have been born plain saints, thatās to say!ā
Hannah stood in front of the mirror, staring back at her flat, square face with an expression of serenely detached criticism.
āIf you are the beauty of this college, I run a close race for the booby prize! Bit of a handicap that, if you care about popularity. This Sunday afternoon now! theyāll all be buzzing round you like so many flies, while I do wallflower in a corner. Nonsense to say that looks donāt count! So far as I can see, the difference between your face and mine will probably make the difference in our lives. Youāll marry a lord of high degree, and Iāll school marm and be maiden aunt.ā
āOh, Hannah!ā Darsie was acutely discomfited by such words from Hannahās lips. True they were spoken in matter-of-fact tones, and without the suspicion of a whine, but as the first instance of anything approaching a lament, the occasion was historic. āOh, Hannah, dearāitās only at first! After the first no one cares a rap what you look like, so long as youāre nice.ā
āFal-de-ral!ā cried Hannah scornfully. āOf course they care! Any one wouldāshould myself, but you neednāt look so hang-dog, my dear. Itās not your fault, and I am quite comfortable, thank you. If any man ever wants to marry me, Iāll know jolly well that itās for myself, and that he really loves me through and through. There isnāt any of the glamour business about this child to make him imagine that he cares, when itās only a passing phase. And if itās my lot to live alone, Iāll back myself to be as happy as most wives I come across. Itās my own big, splendid life, and Iām going to make it splendid, or know the reason why!ā Hannah struck a dramatic gesture, danced a few fancy steps in an elephantine manner, and stumped towards, the door. āSo be it, then! We accept with pleasure, and Iāll leave you to trim your hat.ā
Whether or no any such embellishment did take place history sayeth not, but it is certain that Darsie Garnett made a very charming picture on the following Sunday afternoon, and that her dainty style of beauty showed to peculiar advantage against the oak panelling of the stately old room in which the head of ā College and his gracious, fragile-looking wife dispensed tea to their guests.
The first few minutes after their arrival were rather an ordeal to the two Freshers, who had never before been present at such a gathering, and felt themselves the cynosure of every eye; but the kindness of host and hostess soon put them at their ease.
A fair sprinkling of college men were in the room, handing round tea and cakes to the guests. Dan Vernon greeted Darsie with an illuminating āHalloa!ā and his sister with an even shorter grunt; but it was only when she was comfortably settled down to tea that Darsie caught sight of Ralph Percivalās fair, close-clipped head at the far side of the table. He seemed in no hurry to speak to herāa fact duly scored against him in Miss Darsieās mind, and this indifference served to pique her into a more vivacious reception of the attentions of his companions.
As Hannah had foretold, her pretty friend held quite a little court as one man after another strolled up to join the animated group around her chair. There were two other girls in that group, and a married woman with a strikingly sweet face, who had been introduced as the sister of the hostess. Mrs Reeves, as she was called, appeared to be on intimate terms with the men, and her presence, instead of acting as a restraint, only added to their enjoyment. Darsie thought that she was a charming creature, was conscious that she herself was being scrutinised with special attention, and sincerely hoped that the verdict was favourable. It was a curious person who did not wish to stand well in Alicia Reevesās estimation!
Suddenly Ralph Percival edged in at the back of the group, and stationed himself by Darsie with an air of possession.
āWell, Miss Darsie Garnett, isnāt it about time that you had some talk with me?ā
āQuite time!ā Darsieās tone was eloquent, and she looked Ralph in the face with a quiet steadiness, at which he had the grace to blush. He had been in no hurry to claim acquaintanceship until her social success was assured; she was fully aware of the fact, but her pique died a rapid death as she looked closely into the ladās face. Ralph at twenty-two was as handsome as in his boyhood, handsomer, indeed, but there were other changes, which the girlās eyes were quick to read; for though we may keep silence with our tongue, the hand of Time imprints marks upon our features which are unfailing guides to our spiritual progress or decline.
For many months past Ralph Vernon had persistently allowed himself to fall short of his best, slacking in work, overstepping at play, abandoning āstraightnessā for a gathering mesh of deceit. Attached to his name was an unsavoury reputation of card-playing for high stakes, of drinking too much, although not to the extent of actual drunkenness; and the character had alienated from him the friendship of serious men, and evoked a disapproving aloofness in the manner of his instructors. At the moment when he most needed help
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