"I had some trouble in New York findin" Jimmy"s boardin"-place. There had been a fire the night before, an" his landlady had had ter move; but at last I found her an" asked anxiously fer Jimmy"s things, an" if his pictures had been hurt.
"Jimmy"s landlady was fat an" greasy an" foreign-lookin", an" she didn"t seem ter understand what I was talkin" about till I repeated a bit sharply:--
""Yes, his pictures. I"ve come fer "em."
"Then she shook her head.
""Meester Hadley did not have any pictures."
""But he must have had "em," says I, "fer them papers an" magazines he worked for. He made "em!"
"She shook her head again; then she gave a queer hitch to her shoulders, and a little flourish with her hands.
""Oh--ze pictures! He did do them--once--a leetle: months ago."
""But the prize," says I. "The prize ter James Hadley!"
"Then she laughed as if she suddenly understood.
"Oh, but it is ze grand mistake you are makin"," she cried, in her silly, outlandish way of talkin". "There is a Meester James Hadley, an"
he does make pictures--beautiful pictures--but it is not this one. This Meester Hadley did try, long ago, but he failed to succeed, so my son said; an" he had to--to cease. For long time he has worked for me, for the grocer, for any one who would pay--till a leetle while ago. Then he left. In ze new clothes he had bought, he went away. Ze old ones--burned. He had nothing else."
"She said more, but I didn"t even listen. I was back with Jimmy by the roadside, and his "Don"t--tell--the--folks" was ringin" in my ears. I understood it then, the whole thing from the beginnin"; an" I felt dazed an" shocked, as if some one had struck me a blow in the face. I wan"t brought up ter think lyin" an" deceivin" was right.
"I got up by an" by an" left the house. I paid poor Jimmy"s bill fer clothes--the clothes that I knew he wore when he stood tall an" straight in the doorway ter meet his mother"s adorin" eyes. Then I went home.
"I told Sam that Jimmy"s things got burned up in the fire--which was the truth. I stopped there. Then I went to see the girl--an" right there I got the surprise of my life. She knew. He had told her the whole thing long before he come home, an" insisted on givin" her up. Jest what he meant ter do in the end, an" how he meant ter do it, she didn"t know; an" she said with a great sob in her voice, that she didn"t believe he knew either. All he did know, apparently, was that he didn"t mean his ma should find out an" grieve over it--how he had failed. But whatever he was goin" ter do, it was taken quite out of his hands at the last.
"As fer Bessie, now,--it seems as if she can"t do enough fer Sam an"
Mis" Hadley, she"s that good ter "em; an" they set the world by her.
She"s got a sad, proud look to her eyes, but Jimmy"s secret is safe.
"As I said, I saw old Sam an" his wife in the cemetery to-night. They stopped me as usual, an" told me all over again what a good boy Jimmy was, an" how smart he was, an" what a lot he"d made of himself in the little time he"d lived. The Hadleys are old an" feeble an" broken, an"
it"s their one comfort--Jimmy"s success."
Uncle Zeke paused, and drew a long breath. Then he eyed me almost defiantly.
"I ain"t sayin" that Jimmy did right, of course; but I ain"t sayin"--that Jimmy did wrong," he finished.
A Summons Home
Mrs. Thaddeus Clayton came softly into the room and looked with apprehensive eyes upon the little old man in the rocking-chair.
"How be ye, dearie? Yer hain"t wanted fer nothin", now, have ye?" she asked.
"Not a thing, Harriet," he returned cheerily. "I"m feelin" real pert, too. Was there lots there? An" did Parson Drew say a heap o" fine things?"
Mrs. Clayton dropped into a chair and pulled listlessly at the black strings of her bonnet.
""T was a beautiful fun"ral, Thaddeus--a beautiful fun"ral. I--I "most wished it was mine."
"Harriet!"
She gave a shamed-faced laugh.
"Well, I did--then Jehiel and Hannah Jane would "a" come, an" I could "a" seen "em."
The horrified look on the old man"s face gave way to a broad smile.
"Oh, Harriet--Harriet!" he chuckled, "how could ye seen "em if you was dead?"
"Huh? Well, I--Thaddeus,"--her voice rose sharply in the silent room,--"every single one of them Perkins boys was there, and Annabel, too. Only think what poor Mis" Perkins would "a" given ter seen "em "fore she went! But they waited--_waited_, Thaddeus, jest as everybody does, till their folks is dead."
"But, Harriet," demurred the old man, "surely you"d "a" had them boys come ter their own mother"s fun"ral!"
"Come! I"d "a" had "em come before, while Ella Perkins could "a" feasted her eyes on "em. Thaddeus,"--Mrs. Clayton rose to her feet and stretched out two gaunt hands longingly,--"Thaddeus, I get so hungry sometimes for Jehiel and Hannah Jane, seems as though I jest couldn"t stand it!"
"I know--I know, dearie," quavered the old man, vigorously polishing his gla.s.ses.
"Fifty years ago my first baby came," resumed the woman in tremulous tones; "then another came, and another, till I"d had six. I loved "em, an" tended "em, an" cared fer "em, an" didn"t have a thought but was fer them babies. Four died,"--her voice broke, then went on with renewed strength,--"but I"ve got Jehiel and Hannah Jane left; at least, I"ve got two bits of paper that comes mebbe once a month, an" one of "em"s signed "your dutiful son, Jehiel," an" the other, "from your loving daughter, Hannah Jane.""
"Well, Harriet, they--they"re pretty good ter write letters," ventured Mr. Clayton.
"Letters!" wailed his wife. "I can"t hug an" kiss letters, though I try to, sometimes. I want warm flesh an" blood in my arms, Thaddeus; I want ter look down into Jehiel"s blue eyes an" hear him call me "dear old mumsey!" as he used to. I wouldn"t ask "em ter stay--I ain"t unreasonable, Thaddeus. I know they can"t do that."
"Well, well, wife, mebbe they"ll come--mebbe they"ll come this summer; who knows?"
She shook her head dismally.
"You"ve said that ev"ry year for the last fifteen summers, an" they hain"t come yet. Jehiel went West more than twenty years ago, an" he"s never been home since. Why, Thaddeus, we"ve got a grandson "most eighteen, that we hain"t even seen! Hannah Jane"s been home jest once since she was married, but that was nigh on ter sixteen years ago. She"s always writin" of her Tommy and Nellie, but--I want ter see "em, Thaddeus; I want ter see "em!"
"Yes, yes; well, we"ll ask "em, Harriet, again--we"ll ask "em real urgent-like, an" mebbe that"ll fetch "em," comforted the old man.
"We"ll ask "em ter be here the Fourth; that"s eight weeks off yet, an" I shall be real smart by then."
Two letters that were certainly "urgent-like" left the New England farmhouse the next morning. One was addressed to a thriving Western city, the other to Chattanooga, Tennessee.
In course of time the answers came. Hannah Jane"s appeared first, and was opened with shaking fingers.
_Dear Mother_ [read Mrs. Clayton aloud]: Your letter came two or three days ago, and I have hurried round to answer it, for you seemed to be so anxious to hear. I"m real sorry, but I don"t see how we can get away this summer. Nathan is real busy at the store; and, some way, I can"t seem to get up energy enough to even think of fixing up the children to take them so far. Thank you for the invitation, though, and we should enjoy the visit very much; but I guess we can"t go just yet. Of course if anything serious should come up that made it necessary--why, that would be different: but I know you are sensible, and will understand how it is with us.
Nathan is well, but business has been pretty brisk, and he is in the store early and late. As long as he"s making money, he don"t mind; but I tell him I think he might rest a little sometimes, and let some one else do the things he does.
Tom is a big boy now, smart in his studies and with a good head for figures. Nellie loves her books, too; and, for a little girl of eleven, does pretty well, we think.