Molly Brown's College Friends Part 15

"I came from New York with a very interesting couple," said Judy the next day as she vigorously st.i.tched away at some of the wedding finery.

"Of course I talked to them--I always talk to the interesting persons I meet traveling."

"So do I," said Molly as she finished a garment and put it aside for Kizzie to press.

"I never do," sighed Nance. "I do wish I had some of your and Judy's warm-heartedness."

"Nonsense! Your heart is just as warm as any that beats," objected Molly. "Ask Andy!"

"You see, honey, Vermont is Vermont and Kentucky is Kentucky! Persons from Kentucky haven't quite as hard sh.e.l.ls as the ones from Vermont, but when once you get below the sh.e.l.l the kernel is about the same. You and Molly couldn't be any more alike than Kentucky beeches and Vermont pines," said Judy, pausing long enough in her labors to give Nance an encouraging pat.

"Yes, and pines stay green all the year around," said Molly. "It is much better to be a pine than a beech."

"Well, tell us about the interesting couple," laughed Nance, much comforted.

"They were from Alsace but were very French in their sympathies. They looked a little German but they spoke beautiful French except that they did have a tendency to call Paris 'Baree.' They love Paris as much as I do. The man, Misel is his name, Monsieur Jean Misel,--is the best informed person I have seen for many a day. He knows the war situation as few persons do, I am sure. He seems to have been everywhere and known everybody. He even knew my father,--at least, knew all about him and was greatly interested in the fact that Bobby is soon to sail for France to help rebuild the roads. Madame Misel is much quieter than her husband but is very intelligent, I am sure. With all her reserve, she never misses a trick."

"Where was this interesting couple going?" asked Molly.

"Coming right here to Wellington! They have taken a cottage in the village and mean to live here. He is writing and she wants to do war work."

"How splendid!" cried Molly. "We need workers more than I can tell you.

The students give what time they can, but a full college course is about all a normal girl can take care of in the way of work."

"You must call on them right off, Molly. I will go with you and Edwin must go, too. I know he will like Monsieur Misel."

"I'll ask him, but Edwin is sure to want to know why this lover of Paris is not fighting for France."

"Ah, the poor fellow! He is quite lame--walks with a cane and a crutch.

He hinted rather darkly that his lameness is in some way due to the Germans, but I do not know in just what way. He was sensitive about his affliction, so his wife told me when he left us and went in the smoker, so naturally I did not ask him how the Germans were responsible for it.

He is a young man, too, that is under forty, and very handsome."

Professor Green was quite interested in what Judy had to tell him of the Misels. He promised to call with Molly and do all he could to make Wellington pleasant for them. He looked forward with pleasure to the conversations Judy a.s.sured him he would enjoy with that highly educated gentleman. Holding the chair of English in a woman's college is not bad, but there were times when Edwin Green longed for more man talk. He and Dr. McLean were sworn friends and saw much of each other, but they both of them welcomed with enthusiasm any masculine newcomer.

"I wonder if your friend could teach French, Judy," asked her brother-in-law. "Miss Walker is quite put to it for the end of the term.

The French professor took French leave last week. He seemed too old to hold anything more weighty than a pen, but he has gone to fight."

"That is the terrible part of it," sighed Judy. "They say all the superannuated dancing masters and French teachers are leaving to take up arms. It means that France is having a hard time. Why, oh why, don't we hurry up and get in the game?"

The call was made and Molly and her husband were quite as enthusiastic as Judy had been over the charms of the new neighbors. Monsieur Misel seemed the very person to take up the labors of the flown French professor, and Miss Walker accordingly engaged him. Molly felt she must have them to dinner in spite of the fact that she was deep in the preparations for the wedding.

"I'll have a very simple dinner and not make company of them, just make them feel at home," she declared, and her husband and Nance and Judy smiled knowingly. Molly always would have company and there was no use in trying to stop her.

"I know when I die she will feel called upon to give me a good wake,"

laughed Edwin.

"Certainly, if people come hungry to your funeral, I'll feed them,"

answered Molly.

"Are our new friends, the Misels, hungry?"

"Not hungry for food, but they must be lonely so far away from their country and friends. Anyhow, they are invited now and have accepted, so there is no use in teasing me. You just see that there are cigars here for Monsieur Misel to smoke after dinner, and I'll attend to the rest."

How sad it was to see a man of Misel's beauty a hopeless cripple! He was a tall, stalwart fellow with a military bearing which the use of a crutch and cane could not take from him. His lameness had not affected the comeliness of his limbs or his erect carriage. He had very courteous manners and it seemed to be very hard on him not to spring from his seat when a lady entered the room.

On the evening of Molly's informal dinner when Nance, who was the only member of the household who had not met the strangers, came into the library, Misel stood up to be introduced, but his wife gave a low cry of alarm and sprang to his a.s.sistance, eagerly placing his crutch in one hand, his cane in the other. He sank to his seat with a smothered groan.

"Jean, Jean! What am I to do with you?" said Madame Misel irritably. "He is so imprudent," apologetically to Molly, who had tears in her eyes at this exhibition of courage and weakness. She could well understand how Monsieur Misel's courteous desires could get the better of his strength.

Andy McLean was present and the doctor in him immediately became interested in the pitiable case. He had none of the hesitation Judy had shown in regard to questioning the Misels concerning the cause of the lameness.

"What is your trouble?" he asked bluntly. "If you can stand without support as you did a moment ago, I see no reason why you cannot be cured."

"In time! In time!" said Misel with patient resignation.

"He has had the best medical attention," put in his wife.

Madame Misel usually spoke with a kind of slow hesitation, but now her words came rapidly. She had the air of trying to shield her husband from farther questioning on the part of Andy. Andy, however, was totally oblivious of this fact and went on.

"Who is his surgeon?"

"The great F----, in Baree!"

"What did he say?" asked Andy, impressed by the name.

"He--he--said--nerve centres--disturbed," answered Madame, returning to her hesitating speech. She did not stammer at all but seemed to pause to choose her words.

"If I can be of any a.s.sistance to you, I hope you will call on me," said Andy kindly.

In the meantime Misel sat with his hands over his eyes as though in great pain and his wife hovered over him solicitously.

Dinner was soon announced and this time the lame man arose very cautiously and made his way slowly to the dining-room.

"Kindly--go--in--front--of--us," faltered Madame, and Molly marshalled her family and guests so that the Misels might bring up the rear. She fully appreciated how the wife felt about wanting to be the one to a.s.sist her poor lame husband. If her Edwin had been so crippled no one should have helped him but his own wife.

Molly turned to smile on the poor woman for whom her heart was sore. She could well understand the misery it must bring to see one most dear having to suffer so acutely. There was a dark place in the hall leading to the dining-room and the hostess feared the poor lame man might stumble there, so she stopped to warn him of a rug. She distinctly heard Madame say to her husband in no gentle tones but with an asperity almost malevolent:

"_Narr! Narr!_"

Molly began a.s.siduously to hunt in the archives of her brain for the small German vocabulary which she could call her own.

"_Narr!_ What can _narr_ mean?" the question kept recurring to her as dinner progressed. She visualized lists of words in a worn old blank book used at school. "_Narr_, _Nase_, _Nesse_, _Nest_!" She tried to remember the English on the opposite page. How well she remembered the little old book wherein was written the despised German exercises. The script in itself had been almost impossible to learn and as for mastering the language,--she had been so half-hearted about it that she had not been compelled to keep it up.

"_Narr_, _nase_, _nesse_, _nest_!" ran through and through and over and over in her mind. Suddenly just as Professor Green asked her what she would say to adjourning to the library, the list of English words flashed on her brain.

"'Fool, nose, nephew, nest'!" she cried audibly.

"What?" Edwin feared his Molly had gone crazy.

"Oh--I--I--mean, yes--coffee in the library!" and she arose from her seat in confusion.