CHAPTER XXIX

A FRIEND AT COURT

When Frank and his sister were away from Sandgate she said, "Well, my

dear Ben Bolt, did you capture your sweet Alice that afternoon I told so

many fibs to help you? I know you must have made an effort, for she

showed it plainly."

"No, I did not," he answered frankly, "but I made a break, and as she

didn't take it amiss, I feel hopeful. The fact is, sis," he continued

ruefully, "she is the most proud-spirited girl I ever met, and mother is

the ogre that stands in the way. If mother approves of Alice I am all

right, but if she doesn't receive her with open arms, it's all day with

me."

"I could have told you that the day after we arrived there," answered

Blanch, "and I am not surprised. Now"--with a laugh--"you must court

mamma for a few months, as well as your pretty Alice. It will do you

good, for you never have been over-dutiful."

Frank frowned. "Oh, bother these finicky mothers!" he exclaimed. "Why

will they turn up their noses at every poor girl? If Alice had rich

parents she would be all right, no matter if she were as homely as a

hedge fence."

"Maybe that's so," answered Blanch, "but you can't change mamma, and if

you want to win your Alice you must do as I tell you and court mamma.

Now I will tell you what to do, and if you're good to me I'll help you

do it. In the first place you must stay at Bethlehem until we go home,

and do all you can to please your mother. Take her driving, ask her to

play whist with you, and when she makes a good play, praise it; carry

her wraps for her; be solicitous about her welfare and comfort in all

things, and treat her just as if she were Alice instead of mamma. It

won't be as pleasant, but it will be good practice for you. Then when

she is well cared for, act downcast at times and depressed. Wait a few

days before working the melancholy act--that's enough to provoke her

interest--and don't say much to other girls. Dance with Ede and me and

say sweet things to mamma for a week. Then some day take her out for a

drive and act as if you had lost your last friend. She will inevitably

ask what ails you; but don't tell her too quickly--let her coax you a

little, and after a while make a clean breast of it.

"I would suggest you insinuate the girl has favored your suit, but has

practically said 'no,' because she is too proud to marry into a rich

family. That will do more to pique mamma's interest in the matter than

volumes of praise for Alice. Don't say too much, but if she questions

you about her, answer frankly to the point, but convey the impression

that you consider your case hopeless, and leave the rest to me."

Frank looked at his sister in silent admiration. "I didn't know you had

such a wise head on your shoulders," he said at last, "or cared so much

for me."

It was a nice thing to say, and well deserved, for few brothers ever do

have better sisters than Frank was blessed with; and if more impetuous

young men would make confidants of their mothers or sisters in matters

matrimonial, and heed their advice, there would be fewer divorces.

When Frank and Blanch had made a short stop at Saratoga, "just to be

able to say so," as Blanch said, they returned to Bethlehem and the

little domestic drama began. At first it was not much to Frank's liking,

but as it progressed he grew interested in watching the surprising

effect it had on his proud mother. To have her only son, and a handsome

young fellow at that, show her so much devotion before crowds of

people, gladdened her heart in a wonderful way, and as it was soon

noticed and commented upon to her, it flattered her amazingly. She had

known that Frank was from the first a little smitten with this sister of

his college chum; but as he had had several mild cases of being smitten

before, she thought nothing of it. With wise motherly caution, she took

good care to ask no questions, even when Blanch told her they had

visited Alice on their way to Saratoga. When the denouement came she

was, as Blanch had predicted, completely taken aback. It was a decidedly

new experience to her to learn that any girl could turn her back upon

her son's suit because he came from a wealthy and aristocratic family.

While it surprised her a good deal, it also awakened her admiration for

that girl still more. The one dread of her life had been that her

impetuous son would make an unfortunate alliance and disgrace the

family. She made but little reply to his love-lorn tale, except to laugh

at him and assure him he would soon overcome it; but that night in the

privacy of her room she questioned Blanch in a sly way very amusing to

that shrewd daughter.

"Frank has not made me his confidant," Blanch replied, "only I noticed

he was very attentive to Miss Page, while she seemed to avoid being

left alone with him a moment. She is one of the sweetest and prettiest

girls I've met in a long time, and also one of the proudest. I quite

fell in love with her at sight, and am sure Frank has; but so far as I

saw, she gave him no encouragement. She is poor, pretty, and proud; and

that tells the whole story. I imagined she believed she would not be

welcomed by you, and while I begged her to come and visit me, I doubt if

she does." (A fib.)

This practically ended the first part of the play, though Frank noticed

his mother watched him more closely and showed an increased tenderness

towards him.

"Keep on courting mamma," Blanch whispered to him one evening when they

were alone, "she is watching you to see if you mean it, and is both

surprised and pleased. As I expected, she has quizzed me, and if you

convince her you are in earnest, and are really the discarded and

forlorn lover you affect to be, it will end by her writing your sweet

Alice a personal letter of invitation to visit us. Seriously, too, I

believe that will be the only thing that will bring your schoolma'am to

Boston, or at least to our house."

When the last of August came and the Nasons returned to Boston, Frank

and his mother were far better friends, and the most surprised one of

the four was Edith, who was not in the secret.

"What has come over Frank?" she said to Blanch one day; "he has never

been so well-behaved before in his life. First he quit idling and began

to study law as if he meant to be somebody; then he deserted his crowd

of cronies for us and has acted as if we were his sole care in life ever

since! What is the meaning of it, Blanch?"

"I haven't the least idea," answered that arch plotter, "and it seems so

good to have him devoted to us that I am not going to ask any questions.

I am not disposed to act as foolish as the boy did who cut his drum open

to find out what made the noise, or to find out what Frank's reasons are

for doing what he ought to do, and I would advise you not to." All of

which goes to show that far-seeing Blanch was capable of managing her

mother and sister equally well.

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