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In the Closed Room
by
Jane lifted her head from the chair back.
“What is it?”
“Well, it came through my boss. He’s always been friendly to me. He asks a question or so every now and then and seems to take an interest. To-day he was asking me if it wasn’t pretty hot and noisy down here, and after I told him how we stood it, he said he believed he could get us a better place to stay in through the summer. Some one he knows has had illness and trouble in his family and he’s obliged to close his house and take his wife away into the mountains. They’ve got a beautiful big house in one of them far up streets by the Park and he wants to get caretakers in that can come well recommended. The boss said he could recommend us fast enough. And there’s a big light basement that’ll be as cool as the woods. And we can move in to-morrow. And all we’ve got to do is to see that things are safe and live happy.”
“Oh, Jem!” Jane ejaculated. “It sounds too good to be true! Up by the Park! A big cool place to live!”
“We’ve none of us ever been in a house the size of it. You know what they look like outside, and they say they’re bigger than they look. It’s your business to go over the rooms every day or so to see nothing’s going wrong in them–moths or dirt, I suppose. It’s all left open but just one room they’ve left locked and don’t want interfered with. I told the boss I thought the basement would seem like the Waldorf-Astoria to us. I tell you I was so glad I scarcely knew what to say.”
Jane drew a long breath.
“A big house up there,” she said. “And only one closed room in it. It’s too good to be true!”
“Well, whether it’s true or not we’ll move out there to-morrow,” Jem answered cheerfully. “To-morrow morning bright and early. The boss said the sooner the better.”
A large house left deserted by those who have filled its rooms with emotions and life, expresses a silence, a quality all its own. A house unfurnished and empty seems less impressively silent. The fact of its devoidness of sound is upon the whole more natural. But carpets accustomed to the pressure of constantly passing feet, chairs and sofas which have held human warmth, draperies used to the touch of hands drawing them aside to let in daylight, pictures which have smiled back at thinking eyes, mirrors which have reflected faces passing hourly in changing moods, elate or dark or longing, walls which have echoed back voices–all these things when left alone seem to be held in strange arrest, as if by some spell intensifying the effect of the pause in their existence.
The child Judith felt this deeply throughout the entirety of her young being.
“How STILL it is,” she said to her mother the first time they went over the place together.
“Well, it seems still up here–and kind of dead,” Jane Foster replied with her habitual sociable half-laugh. “But seems to me it always feels that way in a house people’s left. It’s cheerful enough down in that big basement with all the windows open. We can sit in that room they’ve had fixed to play billiards in. We shan’t hurt nothing. We can keep the table and things covered up. Tell you, Judy, this’ll be different from last summer. The Park ain’t but a few steps away an’ we can go and sit there too when we feel like it. Talk about the country–I don’t want no more country than this is. You’ll be made over the months we stay here.”
Judith felt as if this must veritably be a truth. The houses on either side of the street were closed for the summer. Their occupants had gone to the seaside or the mountains and the windows and doors were boarded up. The street was a quiet one at any time, and wore now the aspect of a street in a city of the dead. The green trees of the Park were to be seen either gently stirring or motionless in the sun at the side of the avenue crossing the end of it. The only token of the existence of the Elevated Railroad was a remote occasional hum suggestive of the flying past of a giant bee. The thing seemed no longer a roaring demon, and Judith scarcely recognized that it was still the centre of the city’s rushing, heated life.