"Well, it"s a mighty fur cry for health," said Mrs. Haley emphatically.
"I"ve seen some monst"ous sick people around here; and if anybody"ll look at them Tackies out on the Ridge yonder, and then tell me there"s any health in this neighborhood, then I"ll give up. I don"t know how in the wide world we"ll fix up for "em. That everlastin" n.i.g.g.e.r went and made too much fire in the stove, and tee-totally ruint my light-bread; I could "a" cried, I was so mad; and then on top er that the whole dinin"-room is tore up from top to bottom."
"Well," said the major, "we"ll try and make "em comfortable, and if they ain"t comfortable it won"t be our fault. Jest you whirl in, and put on some of your Greene County style, Maria. That"ll fetch "em."
"It may fetch "em, but it won"t feed "em," said the practical Maria.
The result was, that when Helen Eustis and her aunt became the guests of this poor little country tavern, they were not only agreeably disappointed as to their surroundings, but they were better pleased than they would have been at one of the most pretentious caravansaries. Hotel luxury is comfortable enough to those who make it a point to appreciate what they pay for; but the appointments of luxury can neither impart, nor compensate for the lack of, the atmosphere that mysteriously conveys some impression or reminiscence of home. In the case of Helen and her aunt, this impression was conveyed and confirmed by a quilt of curious pattern on one of the beds in their rooms.
"My dear," said Miss Tewksbury, after making a critical examination, "your grandmother had just such a quilt as this. Yes, she had two. I remember the first one was quite a bone of contention between your mother and me, and so your grandmother made two. I declare," Miss Tewksbury continued, with a sigh, "it quite carries me back to old times."
"It is well made," said Helen, giving the st.i.tches a critical examination, "and the colors are perfectly matched. Really, this is something to think about, for it fits none of our theories. Perhaps, Aunt Harriet, we have accidentally discovered some of our long-lost relatives. It would be nice and original to subst.i.tute a beautiful quilt for the ordinary strawberry-mark."
"Well, the sight of it is comforting, anyhow," said Miss Tewksbury, responding to the half-serious humor of her niece by pressing her thin lips together, and tossing her gray ringlets.
As she spoke, a negro boy, apparently about ten years old, stalked unceremoniously into the room, balancing a large stone pitcher on his head. His hands were tucked beneath his white ap.r.o.n, and the pitcher seemed to be in imminent danger of falling; but he smiled and showed his white teeth.
"I come fer ter fetch dish yer pitcher er water, ma"m. Miss "Ria say she speck you lak fer have "im right fresh from de well."
"Aren"t you afraid you"ll drop it?" said Miss Eustis.
"Lor", no"m!" exclaimed the boy, emphasizing his words by increasing his grin. "I been ca"um dis away sence I ain"t no bigger dan my li"l" buddy.
Miss "Ria, she say dat w"at make I so bow-legged."
"What is your name?" inquired Miss Tewksbury, with some degree of solemnity, as the boy deposited the pitcher on the wash-stand.
"Mammy she say I un name Willum, but Mars Maje en de turrer folks dey des calls me Bill. I run"d off en sot in de school-"ouse all day one day, but dat mus" "a" been a mighty bad day, kaze I ain"t never year um say wherrer I wuz name Willum, er wherrer I wuz des name Bill. Miss "Ria, she say dat "taint make no diffunce w"at folks" name is, long ez dey come w"en dey year turred folks holl"in" at um."
"Don"t you go to school, child?" Miss Tewksbury inquired, with dignified sympathy.
"I start in once," said William, laughing, "but mos" time I git dar de n.i.g.g.e.r man w"at do de teachin" tuck"n s.n.a.t.c.h de book out"n my han" en say I got "im upper-side down. I tole "im dat de onliest way w"at I kin git my lesson, en den dat n.i.g.g.e.r man tuck"n lam me side de head. Den atter school bin turn out, I is hide myse"f side de road, en w"en dat n.i.g.g.e.r man come "long, I up wid a rock en I fetched "im a clip dat mighty nigh double "im up. You ain"t never is year no n.i.g.g.e.r man holler lak dat n.i.g.g.e.r man. He run"t en tole Mars Peyt dat de Kukluckers wuz atter "im. Mars Peyt he try ter quiet "em, but dat n.i.g.g.e.r man done gone!"
"Don"t you think you did wrong to hit him?" Miss Tewksbury asked.
"Dat w"at Miss "Ria say. She say I oughter be shame er myse"f by good rights; but w"at dat n.i.g.g.e.r man wanter come hurtin" my feelin" fer w"en I settin" dar studyin" my lesson des hard ez I kin, right spank out"n de book? en spozen she wuz upper-side down, wa"n"t de lesson in dar all de time, kaze how she gwine spill out?"
William was very serious--indeed, he was indignant--when he closed his argument. He turned to go out, but paused at the door, and said:
"Miss "Ria say supper be ready "mos" "fo" you kin turn "roun", but she say ef you too tired out she"ll have it sont up." William paused, rolled his eyes toward the ceiling, smacked his mouth, and added: "I gwine fetch in de batter-cakes myse"f."
Miss Tewksbury felt in her soul that she ought to be horrified at this recital; but she was grateful that she was not amused.
"Aunt Harriet," cried Helen, when William had disappeared, "this is better than the seash.o.r.e. I am stronger already. My only regret is that Henry P. Ba.s.sett, the novelist, is not here. The last time I saw him, he was moping and complaining that his occupation was almost gone, because he had exhausted all the types--that"s what he calls them. He declared he would be compelled to take his old characters, and give them a new outfit of emotions. Oh, if he were only here!"
"I hope you feel that you are, in some sense, responsible for all this, Helen," said Miss Tewksbury solemnly.
"Do you mean the journey, Aunt Harriet, or the little negro?"
"My dear child, don"t pretend to misunderstand me. I can not help feeling that if we had done and were doing our whole duty, this--this poor negro-- Ah, well! it is useless to speak of it. We are on missionary ground, but our hands are tied. Oh, I wish Elizabeth Mappis were here! She would teach us our duty."
"She wouldn"t teach me mine, Aunt Harriet," said Helen seriously. "I wouldn"t give one grain of your common sense for all that Elizabeth Mappis has written and spoken. What have her wild theories to do with these people? She acts like a man in disguise. When I see her striding about, delivering her harangues, I always imagine she is wearing a pair of cowhide boots as a sort of stimulus to her masculinity. Ugh! I"m glad she isn"t here."
Ordinarily, Miss Tewksbury would have defended Mrs. Elizabeth Mappis; but she remembered that a defense of that remarkable woman--as remarkable for her intellect as for her courage--was unnecessary at all times, and, in this instance, absolutely uncalled for. Moreover, the clangor of the supper-bell, which rang out at that moment, would have effectually drowned out whatever Miss Tewksbury might have chosen to say in behalf of Mrs. Mappis.
The bellringer was William, the genial little negro whose acquaintance the ladies had made, and he performed his duty with an unction that left nothing to be desired. The bell was so large that William was compelled to use both hands in swinging it. He bore it from the dining-room to the hall, and thence from one veranda to the other, making fuss enough to convince everybody that those who ate at the tavern were on the point of enjoying another of the famous meals prepared under the supervision of Mrs. Haley.
There was nothing in the dining-room to invite the criticism of Helen and her aunt, even though they had been disposed to be critical; there was no evidence of slatternly management. Everything was plain, but neat. The ceiling was high and wide; and the walls were of dainty whiteness, relieved here and there by bracket-shelves containing shiny crockery and gla.s.sware. The oil-lamps gave a mellow light through the simple but unique paper shades with which they had been fitted. Above the table, which extended the length of the room, was suspended a series of large fans. These fans were connected by a cord, so that when it became necessary to cool the room, or to drive away the flies, one small negro, by pulling a string, could set them all in motion.
Over this dining-room Mrs. Haley presided. She sat at the head of the table, serene, cheerful, and watchful, antic.i.p.ating the wants of each and every one who ate at the board. She invited Helen and her aunt to seats near her own, and somehow managed to convince them, veteran travelers though they were, that hospitality such as hers was richly worth paying for.
"I do hope you"ll make out to be comfortable in this poor little neighborhood," she said as the ladies lingered over their tea, after the other boarders--the clerks and the shopkeepers--had bolted their food and fare. "I have my hopes, and I have my doubts. Gener"l Garwood says you"re come to mend your health," she continued, regarding the ladies with the critical eye of one who has had something to do with herbs and simples; "and I"ve been tryin" my best to pick out which is the sick one, but it"s a mighty hard matter. Yet I won"t go by looks, because if folks looked bad every time they felt bad, they"d be some mighty peaked people in this world off and on--William, run and fetch in some hot batter-cakes."
"I am the alleged invalid," said Helen. "I am the victim of a conspiracy between my aunt here and our family physician.--Aunt Harriet, what do you suppose Dr. Buxton would say if he knew how comfortable we are at this moment? I dare say he would write a letter, and order us off to some other point."
"My niece," said Miss Tewksbury, by way of explanation, "has weak lungs, but she has never permitted herself to acknowledge the fact."
"Well, my goodness!" exclaimed Mrs. Haley, "if that"s all, we"ll have her sound and well in a little or no time. Why, when I was her age I had a hackin" cough and a rackin" pain in my breast night and day, and I fell off till my own blood kin didn"t know me. Everybody give me up; but old Miss Polly Flanders in Hanc.o.c.k, right j"inin" county from Greene, she sent me word to make me some mullein tea, and drink sweet milk right fresh from the cow; and from that day to this I"ve never know"d what weak lungs was. I reckon you"ll be mighty lonesome here," said Mrs.
Haley after William had returned with a fresh supply of batter-cakes, "but you"ll find folks mighty neighborly, once you come to know "em.
And, bless goodness, here"s one of "em now!--Howdy, Emma Jane?"
A tall, ungainly-looking woman stood in the door of the dining-room leading to the kitchen. Her appearance showed the most abject poverty.
Her dirty sunbonnet had fallen back from her head, and hung on her shoulders. Her hair was of a reddish-gray color, and its frazzled and tangled condition suggested that the woman had recently pa.s.sed through a period of extreme excitement; but this suggestion was promptly corrected by the wonderful serenity of her face--a pale, unhealthy-looking face, with sunken eyes, high cheek-bones, and thin lips that seemed never to have troubled themselves to smile: a burnt-out face that had apparently surrendered to the past, and had no hope for the future. The Puritan simplicity of the woman"s dress made her seem taller than she really was, but this was the only illusion about her.
Though her appearance was uncouth and ungainly, her manner was unembarra.s.sed. She looked at Helen with some degree of interest; and to the latter it seemed that Misery, hopeless but unabashed, gazed at her with a significance at once pathetic and appalling. In response to Mrs.
Haley"s salutation, the woman seated herself in the doorway, and sighed.
"You must be tired, Emma Jane, not to say howdy," said Mrs. Haley, with a smile. The woman raised her right hand above her head, and allowed it to drop helplessly into her lap.
"Ti-ud! Lordy, Lordy! how kin a pore creetur" like me be ti-ud? Hain"t I thes natally made out"n i"on?"
"Well, I won"t go so fur as to say that, Emma Jane," said Mrs. Haley, "but you"re mighty tough. Now, you know that yourself."
"Yes"n--yes"n. I"m made out"n i"on. Lordy, Lordy! I thes natally hone fer some un ter come along an" tell me what makes me h"ist up an" walk away over yan"ter the railroad track, an" set thar tell the ingine shoves by. I wisht some un ud up an" tell me what makes me so restless an" oneasy, ef it hain"t "cause I"m hongry. I thes wisht they would.
Pa.s.sin" on by, I sez ter myself, s" I: "Emma Jane Stucky," s" I, "ef you know what"s good fer your wholesome," s" I, "you"ll sneak in on Miss Haley, "cause you"ll feel better," s" I, "ef you don"t no more"n tell "er howdy," s" I. Lordy, Lordy! I dunner what ud "come er me ef I hadn"t a bin made out"n i"on."
"Emma Jane," said Mrs. Haley, in the tone of one who is humoring a child, "these ladies are from the North."
"Yes"n," said the woman, glancing at Helen and her aunt with the faintest expression of pity; "yes"n, I hearn tell you had comp"ny. Hit"s a mighty long ways fum this, the North, hain"t it, Miss Haley--a long ways fuder"n Tennissy? Well, the Lord knows I pity um fum the bottom of my heart, that I do--a-bein" such a long ways fum home."
"The North is ever so much farther than Tennessee," said Helen pleasantly, almost unconsciously a.s.suming the tone employed by Mrs.
Haley; "but the weather is so very cold there that we have to run away sometimes."
"You"re right, honey," said Mrs. Stucky, hugging herself with her long arms. "I wisht I could run away fum it myself. Ef I wa"n"t made out"n i"on, I dunner how I"d stan" it. Lordy! when the win" sets in from the east, hit in-about runs me plum destracted. Hit kills lots an" lots er folks, but they hain"t made out"n i"on like me."
While Mrs. Stucky was describing the vigorous const.i.tution that had enabled her to survive in the face of various difficulties, and in spite of many mishaps, Mrs. Haley was engaged in making up a little parcel of victuals. This she handed to the woman.
"Thanky-do! thanky-do, ma"am! Me an" my son"ll set down an" wallop this up, an" say thanky-do all the time, an" atter we"re done we"ll wipe our mouves, an" say thanky-do."
"I reckon you ladies"ll think we"re mighty queer folks down here," said Mrs. Haley, with an air of apology, after Mrs. Stucky had retired; "but I declare I can"t find it in my heart to treat that poor creetur" out of the way. I set and look at her sometimes, and I wish I may never budge if I don"t come mighty nigh cryin". She ain"t hardly fittin" to live, and if she"s fittin" to die, she"s lots better off than the common run of folks. But she"s mighty worrysome. She pesters me lots mor"n I ever let on."