Laura Dearborn's native town was Barrington, in Worcester County, Massachusetts.Both she and Page had been born there, and there had lived until the death of their father, at a time when Page was ready for the High School.The mother, a North Carolina girl, had died long before.
Laura's education had been unusual.After leaving the High School her father had for four years allowed her a private tutor (an impecunious graduate from the Harvard Theological School).She was ambitious, a devoted student, and her instructor's task was rather to guide than to enforce her application.She soon acquired a reading knowledge of French, and knew her Racine in the original almost as well as her Shakespeare.Literature became for her an actual passion.She delved into Tennyson and the Victorian poets, and soon was on terms of intimacy with the poets and essayists of New England.The novelists of the day she ignored almost completely, and voluntarily.Only occasionally, and then as a concession, she permitted herself a reading of Mr.Howells.
Moderately prosperous while he himself was conducting his little mill, Dearborn had not been able to put by any money to speak of, and when Laura and the local lawyer had come to close up the business, to dispose of the mill, and to settle the claims against what the lawyer grandiloquently termed "the estate," there was just enough money left to pay for Page's tickets to Chicago and a course of tuition for her at a seminary.
The Cresslers on the event of Dearborn's death had advised both sisters to come West, and had pledged themselves to look after Page during the period of her schooling.Laura had sent the little girl on at once, but delayed taking the step herself.
Fortunately, the two sisters were not obliged to live upon their inheritance.Dearborn himself had a sister--a twin of Aunt Wess'--who had married a wealthy woollen merchant of Boston, and this one, long since, had provided for the two girls.A large sum had been set aside, which was to be made over to them when the father died.For years now this sum had been accumulating interest.So that when Laura and Page faced the world, alone, upon the steps of the Barrington cemetery, they had the assurance that, at least, they were independent.
For two years, in the solidly built colonial dwelling, with its low ceilings and ample fireplaces, where once the minute-men had swung their kettles, Laura, alone, thought it all over.Mother and father were dead; even the Boston aunt was dead.Of all her relations, Aunt Wess' alone remained.Page was at her finishing school at Geneva Lake, within two hours of Chicago.The Cresslers were the dearest friends of the orphan girls.
Aunt Wess', herself a widow, living also in Chicago, added her entreaties to Mrs.Cressler's.All things seemed to point her westward, all things seemed to indicate that one phase of her life was ended.
Then, too, she had her ambitions.These hardly took definite shape in her mind; but vaguely she chose to see herself, at some far-distant day, an actress, a tragedienne, playing the roles of Shakespeare's heroines.This idea of hers was more a desire than an ambition, but it could not be realised in Barrington, Massachusetts.For a year she temporised, procrastinated, loth to leave the old home, loth to leave the grave in the cemetery back of the Methodist-Episcopal chapel.Twice during this time she visited Page, and each time the great grey city threw the spell of its fascination about her.Each time she returned to Barrington the town dwindled in her estimation.It was picturesque, but lamentably narrow.The life was barren, the "New England spirit" prevailed in all its severity; and this spirit seemed to her a veritable cult, a sort of religion, wherein the Old Maid was the priestess, the Spinster the officiating devotee, the thing worshipped the Great Unbeautiful, and the ritual unremitting, unrelenting Housework.She detested it.
That she was an Episcopalian, and preferred to read her prayers rather than to listen to those written and memorised by the Presbyterian minister, seemed to be regarded as a relic of heathenish rites--a thing almost cannibalistic.When she elected to engage a woman and a "hired man" to manage her house, she felt the disapprobation of the entire village, as if she had sunk into some decadent and enervating Lower-Empire degeneracy.
The crisis came when Laura travelled alone to Boston to hear Modjeska in "Marie Stuart" and "Macbeth," and upon returning full of enthusiasm, allowed it to be understood that she had a half-formed desire of emulating such an example.A group of lady-deaconesses, headed by the Presbyterian minister, called upon her, with some intention of reasoning and labouring with her.
They got no farther than the statement of the cause of this visit.The spirit and temper of the South, that she had from her mother, flamed up in Laura at last, and the members of the "committee," before they were well aware, came to themselves in the street outside the front gate, dazed and bewildered, staring at each other, all confounded and stunned by the violence of an outbreak of long-repressed emotion and long-restrained anger, that like an actual physical force had swept them out of the house.
At the same moment Laura, thrown across her bed, wept with a vehemence that shook her from head to foot.
But she had not the least compunction for what she had said, and before the month was out had said good-by to Barrington forever, and was on her way to Chicago, henceforth to be her home.
A house was bought on the North Side, and it was arranged that Aunt Wess' should live with her two nieces.Pending the installation Laura and Page lived at a little family hotel in the same neighbourhood.
The Cresslers' invitation to join the theatre party at the Auditorium had fallen inopportunely enough, squarely in the midst of the ordeal of moving in.
