Gentle Julia eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 296 pages of information about Gentle Julia.

Gentle Julia eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 296 pages of information about Gentle Julia.
above her partner’s shoulder as they swept again near him for an instant.  And always, though she herself might be concealed from him, he could only too painfully mark where she danced:  the overtopping head of the tall Clairdyce was never lost to view.  The face on the front part of that disliked head wore continuously a confident smile, which had a bad effect on Noble.  It seemed to him desecration that a man with so gross a smile should be allowed to dance with Julia.  And that she should smile back at her partner, and with such terrible kindness—­as Noble twice saw her smile—­this was like a calamity happening to her white soul without her knowing it.  If she should ever marry that man—­well, it would be the old story:  May and December!  Noble shuddered, and the drums, the fiddles, the bass fiddle, and the saxophone seemed to have an evil sound.

When the music stopped he caromed hastily through the room toward Julia, but she was in a thicket of her guests when he arrived, and for several moments Mr. Clairdyce’s broad back kept intervening—­almost intentionally, it seemed.  When Noble tried to place himself in a position to attract Julia’s attention, this back moved, too, and Noble’s nose but pressed black cloth.  And the noise everybody made was so baffling that, in order to be heard, Julia herself was shouting.  Finally Noble contrived to squirm round the obtrusive back, and protruded his strained face among all the flushed and laughing ones.

“Julia, I got to——­” he began.

But this was just at the climax of a story that three people were telling at the same time, Julia being one of them, and he received little attention.

“Julia,” he said hoarsely; “I got something I want to tell you about——­”

He raised his voice:  “Julia, come on!  Let’s go out on the porch!”

Nobody even knew that he was there.  Nevertheless, the tall and solid Clairdyce was conscious of him, but only, it proved, as one is conscious of something to rest upon.  His elbow, a little elevated, was at the height of Noble’s shoulder, and this heavy elbow, without its owner’s direct or active cognizance, found for itself a comfortable support.  Then, as the story reached its conclusion, this old Clairdyce joined the general mirth so heartily as to find himself quite overcome, and he allowed most of his weight to depend upon the supported elbow.  Noble sank like feathers.

“Here!  What you doin’?” he said hotly.  “I’ll thank you to keep off o’ me!”

Old Baldy recovered his balance without being aware what had threatened it, while his elbow, apparently of its own volition, groped for its former pedestal.  Noble evaded it, and pushed forward.

“Julia,” he said.  “I got to say some——­”

But the accursed music began again, and horn-rimmed Newland Sanders already had his arm about her waist.  They disappeared into the ruck of dancers.

“Well, by George!” said Noble.  “By George, I’m goin’ to do something!”

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