"We ain"t none of us perfect, Mis" Taft. Take a chair, Mr. Carleton.
If we was, we could most of us stay here; there wouldn"t be no use o"
heaven."
"But, Aunty Bell!" exclaimed the visitor, "you surely don"t think-Why, it"s awful for Betty to go and do what she did"-
"I ain"t judgin" n.o.body, Mis" Taft. I ain"t a-blamin" Betty, an" I ain"t a-blamin" Caleb. I"m only thinkin" of all the sufferin" that poor child"s got to go through now, an" what a mean world this is for her to have to live in."
"Serves the old man right for marrying a girl young enough to be his daughter," said Carleton, with a laugh, tilting back his chair,-his favorite att.i.tude. "I made up my mind the first day I saw her that she was a little larky. She"s been fooling West all summer,-anybody could see that." He had not forgiven the look in Caleb"s eye that afternoon aboard the Screamer. "When "s the captain coming home?"
Aunty Bell looked at the superintendent, her lips curling, as the hard, dry laugh rang in her ears. She had never fancied him, and she liked him less now than ever. Her first impulse was to give him a piece of her mind,-an indigestible morsel when served hot. Then she remembered that her husband was having some difficulty with him about the acceptance of the concrete disk, and so her temper, chilled by this more politic second thought, cooled down and stiffened into a frigid determination not to invite him to dinner if she ate nothing herself all day.
"Cap"n "ll be here in the mornin"," she answered curtly. "Got any message for him?"
"Yes. Tell him I was out to the Ledge yesterday with my transit, and the concrete is too low by six inches near the southeast derrick. It"s got to come up to grade before I can certify. I thought I"d come in and tell him,-he wanted to know."
The door opened, and the tall form of Captain Bob Brandt, the Screamer"s skipper, entered.
"Excuse me, Mis" Bell," he said, removing his hat and bowing good-humoredly to everybody. "I saw ye pa.s.s, Mr. Carleton, an" I wanted to tell ye that we"re ready now to h"ist sail fur the Ledge. We got "leven stone on. Caleb ain"t workin" this week, an" one o" the other divers"s a-goin" to set "em. Guess it"s all right; the worst is all done. Will you go out with us, or trust me to git "em right?"
"Well, where are you going to put "em?" asked Carleton in his voice of authority.
"Las" time Caleb was down, sir, he said he wanted four more stone near the boat-landin", in about twelve foot o" water, to finish that row; then we kin begin another layer nex" to "em, if ye say so. S"pose you know Cap"n Joe ain"t here?-gone to New York. Will you go with us?"
"No; you set "em. I"ll come out in the tug in the morning and drop a rod on "em, and if they"re not right you"ll have to take "em up again.
That concrete"s out of level, you know."
"What concrete?"
"Why, the big circular disk," snapped Carleton.
This was only another excuse of Carleton"s for refusing to sign the certificate. The engineer had postponed his visit, and so this fresh obstruction was necessary to maintain his policy of delay.
"Not when I see it, sir, three days ago," said Captain Brandt in surprise. "It was dead low water, an" the tide jest touched the edges of the outer band all round even."
"Well, I guess I know," retorted the superintendent, flaring up. "I was out there yesterday with a level, an" walked all over it."
"Must"er got yer feet wet, then, sir," said the skipper, with a laugh, as he turned toward the door. "The tide"s been from eight inches to a foot higher "n usual for three days past; it"s full-moon tides."
During the talk Aunty Bell and Mrs. Taft had slipped into the sitting-room, and the superintendent, finding himself alone, called to the skipper, and joined him on the garden walk.
As the afternoon hours wore on, and no other callers came in,-Mrs.
Taft having gone,-Aunty Bell brought a big basket, filled with an a.s.sortment of yarn stockings of varied stains and repairs, out to a chair on the porch, and made believe to herself that she was putting them in order for the captain when he should need a dry pair. Now and then she would stop, her hand in the rough stocking, her needle poised, her mind going back to the days when she first moved to Keyport, and this curly-haired girl from the fishing-village a mile or more away had won her heart. Since the death of that baby girl of long ago, Betty, somehow, had filled day by day all the deep corners of the sore heart, still aching from this earlier sorrow. When the girl"s mother died, a few months after Betty"s marriage, Aunty Bell had thrown a shawl over her head, and, going to Caleb"s cabin, had mounted the stairs to Betty"s little room and shut the door. With infinite tenderness she had drawn the girl"s head down on her own bosom, and had poured out to her all the mother"s love she had in her own heart, and had told her of that daughter of her dreams. Betty had not forgotten it, and among all those she knew on the sh.o.r.e road she loved Aunty Bell the best. There were few days in the week-particularly in the summer, when Caleb was away-that she was not doing something for Aunty Bell, her bright face and merry, ringing laugh filling the house and the little woman"s life,-an infectious, bubbling, girlish laugh that made it a delight to be with her.
But a fresh thought, like a draft from an open door, rushed into Aunty Bell"s mind with a force that sent a shiver through her tender heart, and chilled every kind impulse. Suppose Caleb should turn his back on this girl wife of his. What then? Ought she to take her to her heart and brave it out with the neighbors? What sort of an example was it to other young women along the sh.o.r.e, Aunty Bell"s world? Could they, too, run off with any young fellows they met, and then come home and be forgiven? It was all very well for the captain,-he never stopped to think about these things,-that was his way; but what was _her_ duty in the matter? Would it not be better in the end for Betty if she were made to realize her wrong-doing, and to suffer for it?
These alternating memories and perplexities absorbed her as she sat on the porch, the stockings in her lap, her mind first on one course of action and then on another, until some tone of Betty"s voice, or the movement of her hand, or the toss of her head came back, and with it the one intense, overwhelming desire to help and comfort the child she loved.
When it began to grow dark she lighted the lamp in the front room, and made herself a cup of tea in the kitchen. Every few minutes she glanced at the clock, her ears alert for the whistle of the incoming train. Losing confidence even in the clock, she again took her seat on the porch, her arms on the rail, her plump chin resting on her hands, straining her eyes to see far down the road.
When the signaling whistle of the train was heard, the long-drawn sound reverberating over the hills, she ran to the gate, and stood there, her ap.r.o.n thrown over her head. Soon a carriage pa.s.sed, filled with summer visitors, their trunks piled in front, and drove on up the road. Then a man carrying a bag hurried by with two women, their arms full of bundles. After that the road was deserted. These appeared to be all the pa.s.sengers coming her way. As the minutes dragged, and no sound of footsteps reached her ear, and no big burly figure with a slender girl beside it loomed against the dim light of the fading sky, her courage failed and her eyes began to grow moist. She saw it all now: Betty dared not come home and face Caleb and the others!
Suddenly she heard her name called from inside the house, and again from the kitchen door.
"Aunty Bell! Aunty Bell! where be ye?"
It was the captain"s voice: he must have left the train at the drawbridge and crossed lots, coming in at the rear gate.
She hurried up the plank walk, and met him at the kitchen door. He was leaning against the jamb. It was too dark to see his face. A dreadful sense of some impending calamity overcame her.
"Where"s Betty?" she faltered, scarcely able to speak.
The captain pointed inside.
The little woman pushed past him into the darkening room. For a moment she stood still, her eyes fixed on Betty"s slender, drooping figure and bowed head, outlined against the panes of the low window.
"Betty!" she cried, running forward with outstretched arms.
The girl did not move.
"Betty-my child!" Aunty Bell cried again, taking the weeping woman in her arms.
Then, with smothered kisses and halting, broken speech, these two-the forgiving and the forgiven-sank to the floor.
Outside, on a bench by the door, sat the captain, rocking himself, bringing his hands down on his knees, and with every seesaw repeating in a low tone to himself, "She"s home. She"s home."
CHAPTER XII
CAPTAIN JOE"S CREED
When Captain Joe flung open Caleb"s cabin door, the same cry was on his lips: "She"s home, Caleb, she"s home! Run "way an" lef" him, jes"
"s I knowed she would, soon"s she got the spell off"n her."
Caleb looked up over the rim of his gla.s.ses into the captain"s face.
He was sitting at the table in his shirt-sleeves and rough overalls, the carpet slippers on his feet. He was eating his supper,-the supper that he had cooked himself.
"How d" ye know?" he asked. The voice did not sound like Caleb"s; it was hoa.r.s.e and weak.
"She come inter Mr. Sanford"s place night "fore last, scared almost to death, and he tuk her to them Leroy folks; they was stavin" good to her an" kep" "er till mornin", an" telegraphed me. I got the eight-ten this mornin". There warn"t no time, Caleb,"-in an apologetic tone,-"or I"d sent for ye, jes" "s Aunty Bell wanted me to; but I knowed ye"d understand. We jes" got back. I"d brought "er up, only she"s dead beat out, poor little gal."
It was a long answer of the captain"s to so direct a question, and it was made with more or less misgiving. It was evident from his manner that he was a little nervous over the result. He did not take his eyes from the diver"s face as he fired these shots at random, wondering where and how they would strike.
"Where is she now?" inquired Caleb quietly.
"Down on my kitchen floor with her head in Aunty Bell"s lap. Git yer hat and come "long." The captain leaned over the table as he spoke, and rested one hand on the back of Caleb"s chair.