And, at my question:
"Some folks," Calliope said, "has got spines and some folks hasn"t. But what I say is, n.o.body can tell which is which. Because now and then the soft-spine" kind just hardens up all in a minute same as steel. So when I meet a stranger that sort o" sops along through life, limp and floppy, I never judge him. I just say, "You look some like a loose shutter, but mebbe you can fair bang the house down, if you rilly get to blowin"." It was that way with Eb Goodnight.
"I donno how it is other places. But I"ve noticed with us here in Friendship--an" I"ve grown to the town from short dresses to bein"-careful-what-I-eat--I"ve often noticed"t when folks seems not to have any backbone to speak of, or even when they go "round sort o"
crazy--they"s usually some other reason, like enough. Sensitive or sick or lonesome, or like that. It was so with Eb--an" it was so with Elspie.
Elspie, though, was interestin" on account o" bein" not only a little crazy, but rill pretty besides. But Eb, he was the kind that a sign-board is more interestin" than. An" yet--"
With that she paused, looking down some way of her own thought. I knew Calliope"s "an" yet." It splendidly conceded the entire converse of her argument.
"Eb come here to Friendship," she went on, "less public than Elspie did.
Elspie come official, as an inmate o" the county house. Eb, he sort o"
crep" in town, like he crep" everywhere else. He introduced himself to me through sellin" needles. He walked in on me an" a two-weeks ironin"
one mornin" with, "Lemme present myself as Ebenezer Goodnight, sewin"
needles, knittin" needles, crochet hooks an" shuttles an" anything o"
that," an" down he set an" never opened his mouth about his needles again. Eb was real delicate, for an agent. He just talked all the time about Friendship an" himself. "The whol" blame" town"s kin," s"e; "I never see such a place. _Every_body"s kin, only just me. Air you," he ask" me wistful, "cousin" of "em all, too?"
""Mis" Sprague that"s dead was connected up with me by marriage an" Mis"
Sykes is my mother"s sec.u.n.t cousin," I owned up."
""That"s it again," s"e, sighin". "I"m the odd number, dum it," he says sorrowful.
"Well, an" he hed sort of an odd-number way about him, too. He went along the street like he didn"t belong. I donno if you know what I mean, but he was always takin" in the tops o" buildin"s an" lookin" at the roads an" behavin" like he noticed--the way you don"t when you live in a town. Yes, Ebenezer Goodnight went around like he see things for the first time. An" somehow he never could join in. When he walked up to a flock o" men, he stood _side_ of "em, an" not with "em. An" he shook hands sort o" loose an" temporary like he meant somethin" else. An" he just couldn"t bear not to agree with you. If he let out"t the sky was blue an" you said, No, pink, he"d work around till he"d dyed _his_ sky pink, too. That man would agree to things he never heard of. Let Peleg Bemus be tellin" one o" his eastern janitor adventures, an" Eb"d set an"
agree with him, past noddin" an" up to words, all about elevators an"
Ferris boats an" Eyetalians an" things he"d never laid look to. He seemed to hev a spine made mostly o" mola.s.ses. An" sometimes I think your spine"s your soul.
"Eb hed been lonelyin" "round the village a month or so when Sum Merriman, that run the big rival business to the post-office store, an"
was fire chief besides, took him an" his peddler"s pack into the dry goods end--an" Eb was tickled. He went down first mornin" in his best clo"es, a-wearin" both collar an" cuffs. But when somebody remarked on the clo"es, he didn"t hev backbone enough to keep on wearin" "em--he slimpsed right back to his peddler duds an" done his best to please. An"
he did please--he made a rill first-rate merchant clear up till June o"
the year. An" then Sum Merriman, his employer, he went to work an" died.
"Sum died a Tuesday, an", bein" it never rains but it pours, an" piles peelin"s on ashes, or whatever it is they say, it was the Tuesday that the poorhouse burnt down--just like it knew the fire chief was gone. The poorhouse use" to be across the track, beyond the cemetery an" quite near my house. An" the night it burnt I was settin" on the side stoop without anything over my head, just smellin" in the air, when I see a little pinky look on the sky beyond the track. It wasn"t moon-time, an"
they wa"n"t nothin" to bonfire that time o" year, an" I set still, pretendin" it was rose-bushes makin" a ladder an" buildin" a way of escape by night. It was such a nice evenin" you couldn"t imagine anything rilly happenin" bad. But all at once I heard the fire-engine bell poundin" away like all possessed--an" then runnin" feet, like when they"s an accident. I got to the gate just as somebody come rushin"
past, an" I piped up what was the matter. "Poorhouse"s afire," s"e.
"Poorhouse," s"I. "My land!" An" I out the gate an" run alongside of him, an" he sort o" slowed down for me, courteous.
"Then I noticed it was Eb Goodnight--lonelier"n ever now that his employer hed died that day. I"d never see Eb hustle that much before, an" the thought went through my head, kind o" wonderin", that he was runnin" as if the fire was a real relation o" his an" he was sent for.
"Know anything else about it?" I ask" him, keepin" up. "Not much," s"e, "but I guess it"s got such a head-start the whol" thing"ll go like a sh.e.l.l." An" when we got to the top o" the bank on the other side o" the track, we see it was that way--the poorhouse"d got such a head-start burnin" that nothin" could save it, though Timothy Toplady, that was town marshal an" chairman o" the county board, an" Silas Sykes an"
Eppleby Holcomb, that was managers o" the poorhouse, an" some more, went puffin" past us, yellin", "Put it out--run fer water--why don"t you do suthin"?"--an" like that, most beside theirselves.
""Them poor critturs," says I, "oh, my, them poor critturs in the home"--for there must "a" ben twenty o" the county charges all quartered in the buildin". An" when we come to the foot o" the poorhouse hill, land, land, I never see such Bedlam.
"The fire had started so soon after dusk that the inmates was all up yet. An" they was half of "em huddled in a bunch by the side-yard stile an" half of "em runnin" "round wild as anything. The whol" place looked like when you hev a bad dream. It made me weak in my knees, an" I was winded anyway with runnin", an" I stopped an" leant up against a tree, an" Eb, he stopped too, takin" bearin"s. An" there I was, plump against Elspie, standin" holdin" her arms "round the tree trunk an" shiverin"
some.
""Elspie," s"I, "why, you poor child."
""No need to rub _that_ in," s"she, tart. It"s the one word the county charges gets sensitive about--an" Eb, he seemed to sense that, an" he ask" her, hasty, how the fire started. He called her "Miss," too, an" I judged that "Miss" was one o" them poultice words to her.
""I donno," s"she, "but don"t it look _cheerful_? The yard"s all lit up nice, like fer comp"ny," she says, rill pleased.
"It sort o" uncovered my nerves to hear her so unconcerned. I never hed understood her--none of us hed. She was from outside the state, but her uncle, Job Ore, was on our county board an" he got her into our poorhouse--like you can when you"re in politics. Then he up an" died an"
went home to be buried, an" there she was on our hands. She wa"n"t rill crazy--we understood"t she hadn"t ben crazy at all up to the time her mother died. Then she hadn"t no one to go to an" she got queer, an" the poorhouse uncle stepped in; an" when he died, he died in debt, so his death wa"n"t no use to her. She was thirty odd, but awful little an"
slim an" scairt-lookin", an" quite pretty, I allus thought; an" I never see a thing wrong with her till she was so unconcerned about the fire.
""Elspie," s"I, stern, "ain"t you no feelin"," s"I, "for the loss o" the only home you"ve got to your back?"
""Oh, I donno," s"she, an" I could see her smilin" in that bright light, "oh, I donno. It"ll be some place to come to, afterwards. When I go out walkin"," s"she, "I ain"t no place to head for. I sort o" circle "round an" come back. I ain"t even a grave to visit," s"she, "an" it"ll be kind o" cosey to come up here on the hill an" set down by the ashes--like they _belonged_."
"I know I heard Eb Goodnight laugh, kind o" cracked an" enjoyable, an" I took some shame to him for makin" fun o" the poor girl.
""She"s goin" clear out o" her head," thinks I, "an" you"d better get her home with you, short off." So I put my arm around her, persuadish, an" I says: "Elspie," I says, "you come on to my house now for a spell,"
I says. But Eb, he steps in, prompter"n I ever knew him--I"d never heard him do a thing decisive an" sudden excep" sneeze, an" them he always done his best to swallow. "I"ll take her to your house," he says to me; "you go on up there to them women. I won"t be no use up there," he says.
An" that was reasonable enough, on account o" Eb not bein" the decisive kind, for fires an" such.
"So Eb he went off, takin" Elspie to my house, an" I went on up the hill, where Timothy Toplady and Silas Sykes an" Eppleby was rushin"
round, wild an" sudden, herdin" the inmates here an" there, vague an"
energetic. I didn"t do much better, an" I done worse too, because I burned my left wrist, long an" deep. When I got home with it, Eb was settin" on the front stoop with Elspie, an" when he heard about the wrist, he come in an" done the lightin" up. An" Elspie, she fair su"prised me.
""Where do you keep your rags?" s"she, brisk.
""In that flour chest I don"t use," I says, "in the shed."
"My land! she was back in a minute with a soft piece o" linen an" the black oil off the clock shelf that I hadn"t told her where it was, an"
she bound up my wrist like she"d created that burn an" understood it up an" down.
""Now you get into the bed," she says, "without workin" the rag off. I"m all right," s"she. "I can lock up. I like hevin" it to do," she told me.
"But Eb puts in, kind o" eager:--
""Lemme lock up the shed--it"s dark as a hat out there an" you might sprain over your ankle," he says awkward. An" so he done the lockin" up, an" it come over me he liked hevin" that little householdy thing to do.
An" then he went off home--that is, to where he stopped an" hated it so.
"Well, the poorhouse burnt clear to the ground, an" the inmates hed to be quartered "round in Friendship anyhow that night, an" nex" day I never see Friendship so upset. I never see the village roust itself so sudden, either. Timothy an" the managers was up an" doin" before breakfast next mornin", an" no wonder. Timothy Toplady, he had three old women to his farm. Silas Sykes, he"d took in Foolish Henzie an" another old man for his. An" Eppleby Holcomb, in his frenzy he"d took in _five_, an" Mame was near a lunatic with havin" "em to do for. An" all three men bein" at the head o" the burned buildin", they danced "round lively makin" provision, an" they sent telegrams, wild an" reckless, without countin" the words. An" before noon it was settled"t the poorhouse in Alice County, nearest us, should take in the inmates temporary. We was eatin" dinner when Timothy an" Silas come in to tell Elspie. I wished Eppleby had come to tell her. Eppleby does everything like he was company, an" not like he owned it.
"Eb was hevin" dinner with us too. He"d been scallopin" in an" out o"
the house all the forenoon, an" I"d ask" him to set down an" hev a bite.
But when he done even that, he done it kind of alien. Peleg Bemus, playin" his flute walkin" along the streets nights, like he does, seems more a rill citizen than Eb use" to, eatin" his dinner. Elspie, she"d got the whol" dinner--she was a rill good cook, an" that su"prised me as much as her dressin" my wrist the night before. She"d pampered me shameful all that mornin" too, an" I"d let her--when you"ve lived alone so long, it"s kind o" nice to hev a person fussin" here an" there, an"
Elspie seemed to love takin" care o" somebody. I declare, it seemed as if she done some things for me just for the sake o" doin" "em--she was that kind. Timothy an" Silas wouldn"t hev any dinner,--it was a boiled piece, too,--bein" as dinners o" their own was gettin" cold. But they set up against the edge o" the room so"s we could be eatin" on.
""Elspie," says Timothy, "you must be ready to go sharp seven o"clock Friday mornin"."
""Go where?" says Elspie. She hed on a black-an"-white stripe o" mine, an" her cheeks were some pink from standin" over the cook stove, an" she looked rill pretty.
"Timothy, he hesitated. But,--
""To the Alice County poorhouse," says Silas, blunt. Silas Sykes is a man that always says "b.l.o.o.d.y" an" "devil" an" "coffin" right out instead o" "bandaged" an" "the Evil One," an" "casket."
""Oh!" says Elspie. "Oh, ..." an" sort o" sunk down an" covered her mouth with her wrist an" looked at us over it.