"Yes," Abel a.s.sented, "one of the things even the sky can"t do is to change the way things are."
"Oh, I know, I know ..." said Delia More.
"I want you to feel that," said Abel, gently. "Things are the way things are, and no use trying to leave them out of it. Besides, you need them.
They"re foundation. Then you build, and build better. That"s all there is to it, Delia."
She was silent, and Abel sat looking up at the stars.
"All there is to it except what I said about the other side of the sky,"
he said. "And then me. I"ll help."
From my thought of these two I remember that I drifted on to some consideration of myself, for their presence opened old paths where were in durance things that did their best to escape, and were disquieting. I thought also of Calliope, of whose story I had heard a little from one and another. And it seemed to me that possibly Delia More"s laughter and her wistfulness summed us all up.
When we drew up at the entrance to Proudfit House we all alighted, Calliope and Abel and I to walk home. But while we were saying good night to Delia, the door opened and Clementina Proudfit stood against the light. The car was to wait, she said, to take Mr. Baring, the lawyer, to the midnight train. And then, as she saw her:--
"Calliope!" she cried, "I never wanted anybody so much. Come in and make Mr. Baring a cup of your good coffee--you will, Calliope? Mother and I will be with him for half an hour yet. Come, all of you, and help her."
We went in, lingering for a moment by the drawing-room fire while Miss Clementina went below stairs; and I noted how, in that room colourful and of fair proportion, Abel Halsey in his shabby clothes moved as simply as if the splendour were not there. He stood looking down at Delia, in her white dress, the crimson cloak catching the firelight; while Calliope and I, before a length of Beauvais tapestry, talked with spirit about both tapestry and coffee-making. ("My grandmother use" to crochet faces an" figgers in her af.a.ghans, too," Calliope commented, "an" when I looked at "em they use" to make me feel kind o" mad. But with these, I don"t care at all.") And when Miss Clementina returned,--
"Now," Calliope said to me, "you come with me an" help about the coffee, will you? An" Delia, you an" Abel stay here. Nothin" will put me out o"
my head so quick--_nothin"_--as too many flyin" "round the kitchen when I"m tryin" to do work."
We went downstairs, and Miss Clementina rejoined her mother and the lawyer in the library, and Delia and Abel were left alone together in the firelight. If I had been a dream, and had been intending to come back at all, I think that I must have come then.
"_Pray_, why don"t you?" said Calliope to me almost savagely on the kitchen stairs.
The coffee-making was a slow process and a silent one. Calliope and I were both absorbed in what had so wonderfully come about: That Delia More, who was dead, was alive again; or rather, that her spirit, patient within her through all the years of its loneliness, was coming forth at the sound of Abel"s voice. We were alone in the kitchen, and when the coffee was over the flame, we stood at the window looking out on the black kitchen gardens. There lay the yellow reflection of the room, with that unreality of all window-mirrored rooms, so that if one might walk within them one would almost certainly wear one"s self with a difference.
"Ain"t it like somethin" bright was in the inside o" the garden,"
Calliope put it, "just the way I told you Abel feels about everything?
That they"s something inside, hid, kind of secret an" holy--like the dreams he said was in the sky. I guess mebbe he"s believed that about Delia all these years. An" now he"s bringin" it out. Oh," she said, "the kitchen is where you can tell about things best. Seems to me _you"d_ ought to know somethin" about Delia an" Abel."
And I wanted to hear.
"Abel see Delia first," Calliope told me then, "to the Rummage Sale that the Cemetery Auxiliary, that the Sodality use" to be, give. That is to say, they didn"t _give_ it, as it turned out--they just _had_ it, you might say. Abel was twenty-five or so, an" he"d just come here fresh ordained a minister. We found he wa"n"t the kind to stop short on, Be good yourself an" then a crown. No, but he just went after the folks that was livin" along, moral an" step-pickin", an" he says to us, "What you sittin" down here for, enjoyin" yourselves bein" moral? Get out an"
help the rest o" the world," he says. But everybody liked him in spite o" that, an" he was goin" to be installed minister in our church.
"Then the Rummage Sale come on an" he met Delia. Delia was eighteen an"
just back from visitin" in the City, with her veil a new way, an" I never see prettier. She was goin" to take charge o" the odd waists table, an" Abel was runnin" "round helpin"--Abel wa"n"t the white-cuff kind, like some, but he always pitched in an" stirred up whatever was a-stewin". He come bringin" in an armful o" old shoes somebody"d fetched down, an" just as she was beginnin" on the odd waists, sortin" "em over, he met Delia. I remember she looks up at him from under that veil an"
from over a red basque she"d picked off the pile, an", "Mr. Halsey," she says, "I"ve a notion to buy this myself an" be savin"." That took Abel--Delia was so pretty an" fluffy that hearin" her talk savin" was about like seein" a b.u.t.terfly washin" out its own wings. "Do," says he, "the red is beautiful on you," s"e, shovin" the blame off on to the red.
An" when he got done with the shoes he come over to help on the waists too--I was lookin" over the child sizes, next table, an" I see the whole business.
"I will say their talk was wonderful pretty. It run on sort o" easy, slippin" along over little laughs an" no hard work to keep it goin".
Abel had a nice way o" cuttin" his words out sharp--like they was made o" somethin" with sizin" on the back an" stayed where he put "em. An"
his laugh would sort o" clamp down soft on a joke an" make it double funny. An" Delia, she was right back at him, give for take, an" though she was rill genial, she was shy. An" come to think of it, Abel was just as full o" his fancyin"s then as he is now.
""Old clothes," he says to her, "always seems to me sort o" haunted."
""Haunted?" I know she asks him, wonderin".
""All steeped in what folks have been when they"ve wore "em," s"e, "an"
givin" it out again."
""Oh ..." Delia says, "I never thought o" that before."
"An" she see what he meant, too. Delia wa"n"t one to get up little wavy notions like that, but she could see "em when told. An" neither was she one to do one way instead of another by just her own willin" it, but if somebody pointed things out to her, then she"d see how, an" do the right. An" I think Abel understood that about her--that her soul was sort o" packed down in her an" would hev to be loosened gentle, before it could speak. Like Peleg Bemus says about his flute," Calliope said, smiling, "that they"s something packed deep down in it that can"t say things it knows."
""Clothes folks wear, rooms they live in, things they use--they all get like the folks that use "em," Abel says, layin" black with black an"
white with white, on to the waist table. "It makes us want to step careful, don"t it?" s"e. "I think," s"e, simple, "_your_ dresses--an"
ribbins--an" your veil--must go about doin" pleasant things without you."
""Oh, no," says Delia, demure, "I ain"t near good enough, Mr. Halsey; you mustn"t think that," she says--an" right while he was lookin" gentle an" clerical an" ready to help her, she dimples out all over her face.
"Besides," she says, "I ain"t enough dresses to spare away from me for that. I ain"t but about two!" s"she. An" when a girl is all rose pink and sky blue and dainty neat, a man loves to hear her brag how few dresses she"s got, an" Abel wa"n"t the exception.
""Same as a lily," says he; "they only have _one_ dress. Now, what else shall I do?"
"Well, at sharp nine the Cemetery Auxiliary come to order, Mis" Sykes presidin", like she always does when it"s time for a hush. The doors was to open to the general public at ten o"clock, an" the _i_-dee was to hev the Auxiliary get the pick o" the goods first, payin" the reg"lar, set, marked price. An" just as they was ready to begin pickin", up arrove the Proudfit pony cart with a great big box o" stuff, sent to the sale.
Land, land, Mis" Sykes from the chair an" the others the same, they just makes one swoop--an" begun selectin"; an" in less than a jiffy if they hadn"t selected up every one o" the Proudfit articles themselves. It was natural enough. The things was worth havin"--pretty curtains, an"
trimmin"s not much wore, an" some millinery an" dresses with the new hardly off. An" the Auxiliary paid the price they would "a" asked anybody else. They was anxious, but they was square.
"That just seemed to get their hand in. Next, they fell to on the other tables an" begun buyin" from them. They was lots o" things that most anybody would "a" been glad to hev that the owners had sent down sheer through bein" sick o" seein" "em around--like you will--an" couldn"t be thrown away "count o" conscience, but could be give to a cause an"
conscience not notice. We had quite fun buyin", too--knowin" they was each other"s, an" no hard feelin"--only good spirits an" pleased with each other"s taste. Everybody knew who"d sent what, an" everybody hed bought it for some not so high-minded use as it hed hed before, an" kep"
their dignity that way. Front-stair carpet was bought to go down on back stairs, sittin" room lamp for chamber lamp, kitchen stove-pipe for wash room stove-pipe, an" so on, an" the clothes to make rag rugs--so they give out. The things kep" on an" on bein" snapped up hot-cake quick, an"
the crowd beginnin" to gather outside, waitin" to get in, made "em sort o" lose their heads an" begin buyin" sole because things was cheap--bird-cages, a machine cover, odd table-leaves, an" like that. The Society was rill large then, an" what happened might "a" been expected.
When ten o"clock come an" it was time to open the door, the Rummage Sale was over, an" the Auxiliary hed bought the whole thing themselves.
"We never thought folks might be anyways mad about it--but I tell you, they was. They hed been seein" us through the gla.s.s, like they was caged in front o" bargain day. An" when Mis" Toplady, fair beamin", unlocks the door an" tells "em the sale was through with an" a rill success, they acted some het up. But Mis" Toplady, she bristles back at "em. "I"m sure," s"she, "n.o.body wants you to die an" be buried in a nice, neat, up-to-date, kep"-up cemet"ry if you don"t _want_ to." An" o" course she hed "em there.
"Well, it was that performance o" the Auxiliary"s that rilly brought Delia an" Abel together. It seemed to strike Abel awful funny, an"
Delia, lookin" at it with him, she see the funny too. They laughed a good deal, an" they seemed to sort o" understand each other through laughin", like you will. Delia bought the red waist, an" Abel walked home with her--an" by that time Abel, with his half-scriptural, half-boy, half-lover way that he couldn"t help, was just on the craggy edge o" fallin" in love with her. But I b"lieve it wa"n"t love, just ordinary. It was more like Abel, in his zeal for reddin" up the world, see that he could do for Delia what n.o.body else could do--an" her for him. An" that both of "em workin" together could do more through knowin"
each other was near. That"s the way," Calliope said shyly, "lovin"
always ought to be, my notion. An" when it ain"t, things is likely to get all wrong. Sometime--sometime," she said, "you"ll hear about me--an"
how things with me went all wrong. An" I want you to remember, no matter how much it don"t seem my fault--that that"s why they did go wrong--an"
no other. I was too crude selfish to sense what love is. I didn"t know--I didn"t know. An" so with lots o" folks.
"I"ve often thought that Delia an" Abel meetin" at a Rummage Sale was like all the rest of it. There was just a lot o" rubbish lumberin" up the whole situation. Things wasn"t happy for Delia to home--her mother, Mis" c.r.a.pwell, had married again to a man that kep" throwin" out about hevin" to be support to Delia; an" her stepsister, Jennie c.r.a.pwell, was sickly an" self-seekin" an" engaged all to once. An" the young carpenter that Jennie was goin" to marry, he was the black-eyed, hither-an"-yon kind, an" crazier over Delia from the first than he ever was over Jennie. Delia, she was shy about not havin" much education--Mis"
Proudfit hed wanted to send her off to school, an" Mis" c.r.a.pwell wouldn"t hear to it--an" Abel kep" talkin" that he was goin" to hev a big church in the City some day, an" I guess that scairt Delia some, an"
Jennie kep" frettin" an" houndin" her, one way an" another, an"
a-callin" her "parson"s wife"--ain"t it awful the _power_ them pin-p.r.i.c.ky things has if we let "em? An" Delia wa"n"t the kind to know how to do right by her own willin". An" so all to once we woke up one mornin", an" she"d done what she"d done, an" no help for it.
"It was only a month after Delia an" Abel had met that Delia went away, an" Abel hadn"t been installed yet. An" when Delia done that, Abel just settled into bein" somebody else. He seemed to want to go off in the hills an" be by himself, an" most o" the time he done so. But there was grace for him even in that: Abel see the hill folks, how they didn"t hev any churches nor not anything else much, an" he just set to work on "em, quiet an" still. He"d wanted to go away an" travel, but the chance never come. An" it seemed, then on, he didn"t want even to hear o" the City, an" when his chances there come, he never took "em. An" Abel"s been "round here with the hill folks the fourteen years since, an" never pastor of any church--but he got the blessedness, after all, an" I guess the chance to do better service than any other way. You can see how he"s broad an" gentle an" tender an" strong, but you don"t know what he does for folks--an" that"s the best. An" yet--his soul must be sort o" packed away too, to what it would "a" been if things had "a"
gone differ"nt ... packed away an" tryin" to say somethin". An" now Delia"s come back I b"lieve Abel knows that, an" I b"lieve he sees the soul in her needin" him too, just like it did all that time--waitin" to be loosened, gentle, before it can speak; an" meanin" things it can"t say, like Peleg"s flute. Oh, don"t it seem like the dreams Abel said he found up in the sky had _ought_ to be let come true?"
It did seem as if, for the two up there in the drawing-room, this dream might, just possibly, come back.
"But then you never can tell for sure about the sky, can you?" said Calliope, sighing.