Stella looked at him as if personal chastis.e.m.e.nt would be too light for him.
"Don"t you see?" she insisted in a tone of enforced patience. "If you"d only dress up and come over."
Light broke in on him.
"Course I will, Stella," he called, so loudly that she looked over her shoulder to see if perhaps some neighbor, crossing the wood-lot, might have heard. "You just bet I will!"
Then, to his wonderment, she had vanished as softly as she came. Jerry was disappointed. He had thought they were going on talking about the domestic frenzies wrought by aunt Hill, but it seemed that further sociability was to be denied him until to-morrow night. He took up his axe, and went on paying into the heart of the tree. But he whistled now, and omitted to think how much he hated Stella. He was debating whether her scarlet shawl was redder than her cheeks. But Jerry never voiced such wonders. They seemed to him like a pain, or satisfaction over one"s dinner, an ultimate part of individual experience.
The next night, early after supper, he took his way "down along" to the Joyce homestead lying darkly under leafless elms. There was a light in the parlor, as there had been every night since he began to go with Stella, and his heart beat in recognition, knowing it was for him. He tried the front door to walk in, neighbor-fashion, but it resisted him, and then he let the knocker fall. Immediately a window opened above, and Stella"s voice came down to him.
"O Jerry, mother"s back is worse, and I feel as if I"d ought to be rubbin" her. You come over another time."
Jerry stood staring up at her, a choking in his throat, and something burning hotly into his eyes. But he found his voice just as the window was sliding down.
"Don"t you want I should do somethin"? I should think she"d have to be lifted."
"No," said Stella, quite blithely, "I can do all there is to do.
Good-night."
The window closed and he went away. Stella ran downstairs to the bedroom where aunt Hill sat beside her mother, fanning the invalid with a palm-leaf fan. Mrs. Joyce hated to be fanned in wintry weather, but aunt Hill acted upon the theory that sick folks needed air. Aunt Hill was very large, and she creaked as she breathed, because, when she was visiting, even in the country, she put on her black silk of an afternoon. She had thick black hair, smooth under a fict.i.tious gloss, and done in a way to be seen now only in daguerreotypes of long ago, and her dull black eyes were masterful. Mrs. Joyce, gazing miserably up at her daughter, was a shred of a thing in contrast, and Stella at once felt a pa.s.sionate pity for her.
"There, aunt Hill," she said daringly, "I wouldn"t fan mother any more if I"s you. Let me see if I can get at you, mother. I"m goin" to rub your back."
Aunt Hill, with a quiver of professional pride wounded to the quick, did lay down the fan on a stand at her elbow. She was listening.
"Where"s Jerry?" she demanded. "I don"t hear n.o.body in the fore-room."
Stella was manipulating her mother with a brisk yet tender touch.
"Oh," she said, "I told him he"d have to poke along back to-night. I wanted to rub mother "fore she got sleepy."
"Now you needn"t ha" done that," said Mrs. Joyce from a deep seclusion, her face turned downward into the pillow. "He must be awful disappointed, dressin" himself up an" all, an" "pearin" out for nothin"."
"Well," said Stella, "there"s more Sat.u.r.day nights comin"."
"I wanted to see Jerry," complained aunt Hill. "I could ha" set with your mother. Well, I"ll go in an" put out the fore-room lamp."
Stella was always being irritated by aunt Hill"s officious services in the domestic field, but now she was glad to watch her portly back diminishing through the doorway.
"You needn"t ha" done that," her mother was murmuring again. "I feel real tried over it."
"Jerry wanted to know how you were," said Stella speciously. "He"s awful sorry you"re laid up."
"Well, I knew he"d be," said Mrs. Joyce. "Jerry"s a good boy."
The week went by and her back was better; but when Sat.u.r.day night came, aunt Hill had not gone home. She had, instead, slipped on a round stick in the shed while she was picking up chips n.o.body wanted, and sprained her ankle slightly. And now she sat by the kitchen fire in a state of deepest gloom, the foot on a chair, and her active mind careering about the house, seeking out conditions to be bettered. She wore her black silk no more, lest in her sedentary durance she should "set it out," and her delaine wrapper with palm-leaves seemed to Stella like the archipelagoes they used to define at school, and inspired her to nervous laughter. It was the early evening, and Mrs. Joyce, not entirely free from her muscular fetters, went back and forth from table to sink, doing the dishes, while Stella moulded bread.
There was a step on the icy walk. Stella stopped an instant, her hands on the cushion of dough, the red creeping into her face. Then she dusted her palms together and went ever so softly but quickly to the front entry, closing the door behind her. Aunt Hill, p.r.i.c.king up her ears, heard the outer door open and the note of a man"s voice.
"You see "f you can tell who that is," she counseled Mrs. Joyce, who presently approached the door and laid a hand on the latch. But it stuck, she thought with wonder. Stella was holding it from the other side.
Jerry, in his Sunday clothes, stood out there on the step, and Stella was facing him. There was a note of concern in her voice when she spoke--of mirth, too, left there by aunt Hill"s archipelagoes.
"O Jerry," she said, "I"m awful sorry. You needn"t ha" come over to-night."
"She ain"t gone, has she?" inquired Jerry, in a voice of perilous distinctness.
"Don"t speak so loud. She"s got ears like a fox. No, but I could ha" put her off somehow. I never thought of your comin" over to-night."
"Well, I thought of it," said Jerry. "I ain"t seen your mother for quite a spell."
"Oh, she"s all right now. There! I feel awfully not to ask you in, but aunt Hill"s ankle an" all--good-night."
He turned away after a look at the bright knocker that, jumping out at him from the dusk, almost made it seem as if the door had been shut in his face. But he went crunching down the path, and Stella returned, to wash her hands at the sink and resume her moulding.
"Law!" said aunt Hill, "your cheeks are "s red as fire. Who was it out there?"
"Jerry Norton." Stella"s voice sank, in spite of her. That unswerving gaze on her cheeks made her feel out in the world, in a strong light, for curiosity to jeer at.
"Jerry Norton?" aunt Hill was repeating in a loud voice. "Well, I"ll be whipped if it ain"t Sat.u.r.day night an" you"ve turned him away ag"in.
What"s got into you, Stella? I never thought you was one to blow hot an"
blow cold when it come to a fellow like Jerry Norton. Good as gold, your mother says he is, good to his mother an" good to his sister, an" now he"s took his aunt home to live with "em."
"I can"t "tend to callers when there"s sickness in the house," Stella plucked up spirit to say, and her mother returned wonderingly,--
"Why, it ain"t sickness exactly, aunt Hill"s ankle ain"t. I wish I could ha" got out there. I"d have asked him in."
Before the next Sat.u.r.day aunt Hill"s ankle had knit itself up and she was gone. When Stella and her mother sat down to supper in their wonted seclusion, Stella began her deferred task. She was inwardly excited over it, and even a little breathless. It seemed incredible to her, still, that Jerry and she had parted, and it would, she knew, seem so to her mother when she should be told. She sat eating cup-cake delicately, but with an ostentatious relish, to prove the robustness of her state.
"Mother," she began.
"Little more tea?" asked Mrs. Joyce, holding the teapot poised.
"No. I want to tell you somethin"."
"I guess I"ll have me a drop more," said Mrs. Joyce. "n.o.body need to tell me it keeps me awake. I lay awake anyway."
Stella took another cup-cake in bravado.
"Mother," she said, "Jerry "n" I"ve concluded to give it up."
"Give what up?" asked Mrs. Joyce, finding she had the brew too sweet and pouring herself another drop.
"Oh, everything! We"ve changed our minds."
Mrs. Joyce set down her cup.
"You ain"t broke off with Jerry Norton?"