Coffee was served in the library where Madame Proudfit and Miss Clementina had been in consultation with their lawyer. We were all rather silent as Madame Proudfit sat at the urn and the lawyer handed our cups down some long avenue of his abstraction. And now everything seemed to me a kind of setting for Delia and Abel, and Calliope kept looking at them as if, before her eyes, things might come right. So, I own, did I, though in the Proudfit library it was usually difficult to fix my attention on what pa.s.sed; for it was in that room that Linda Proudfit"s portrait hung, and the beautiful eyes seemed always trying to tell one what the weary absence meant. But I thought again that this daughter of the house had won a kind of presence there, because of Madame Proudfit"s tender mother-care of Delia More.
Yet it was to this care that Calliope and I owed a present defeat; for when we were leave-taking,--
"We shall sail, then, the moment we can get pa.s.sage," Madame Proudfit observed to her lawyer, "providing that Clementina can arrange. Delia,"
she added, "Clementina and I find to-night that we must sail immediately for Europe, for six months or so. And we want to carry you off with us."
Madame Proudfit and Miss Clementina and Delia were standing with us outside the threshold, where the outdoors had met us like something that had been waiting. There, with the light from the hall falling but dimly, I saw in Abel"s face only the glow of his simple joy that this good thing had come to Delia--though, indeed, that very joy told much besides. And it was in his face when he bade Delia good night and, since he was expected somewhere among the hills for days to come, gave her G.o.d-speed. But we four fell momentarily silent, as if we meant things which we might not speak. It was almost a relief to hear tapping on the sidewalk the wooden leg of Peleg Bemus, while a familiar, thin little stream of melody from his flute made its way about.
"Doesn"t it seem as if Peleg were trying to tell one something?" said Madame Proudfit, lightly, as we went away.
And down on the gravel of the drive Calliope demanded pa.s.sionately of Abel and me:--
"Oh, don"t some things make you want to pull the sky down an" _wrap up in it_!"
But at this Abel laughed a little.
"It"s easier to pull down just the dreams," he said.
XIII
TOP FLOOR BACK
One morning a few weeks after the Proudfits had left, I was sitting beside Calliope"s cooking range, watching her at her baking, when the wooden leg of Peleg Bemus thumped across the threshold, and without ceremony he came in from the shed and stood by the fire, warming his axe handle. But Peleg"s intrusions were never imputed to him. As I have said, his gifts and experiences had given him a certain authority.
Perhaps, too, he reflected a kind of inst.i.tutional dignity from his sign, which read:--
P. Bemus: Retail Saw Miller
At the moment of his entrance Calliope was talking of Emerel Kitton, now Mrs. Abe Daniel:
"There"s them two," she said, "seems to hev married because they both use a good deal o" salt--"t least they ain"t much else they"re alike in.
An" Emerel is just one-half workin" her head off for him. Little nervous thing she is--when I heard she was down with nervous prostration two years ago, I says, "Land, land," I says, "but ain"t she _always_ had it?" They"s a strain o" good blood in that girl,--Al Kitton was New England,--but they don"t none of it flow up through her head. She"s great on sacrificin", but she don"t sacrifice judicious. If folks is goin" to sacrifice, I think they"d ought to do it conscientious, the kind in the Bible, same as Abraham an" like that."
Peleg Bemus rubbed one hand up and down his axe handle.
"I reckon you can"t always tell, Miss Marsh," he said meditatively. "I once knowed a man that done some sacrificin" that ain"t called by that name when it gets into the newspapers." He turned to me, with a manner of pointing at me with his head, "You been in New York," he said; "ain"t you ever heard o" Mr. Loneway--Mr. John Loneway?"
I was sorry that I could not answer "yes." He was so expectant that I had the sensation of having failed him.
"Him an" I lived in the same building in East Fourteenth Street there,"
he said. "That is to say, he lived top floor back and I was janitor.
That was a good many years ago, but whenever I get an introduction to anybody that"s been in New York, I allus take an interest. I"d like to know whatever become of him."
He scrupulously waited for our question, and then sat down beside the oven door and laid his axe across his knees.
"It was that hard winter," he told us, "about a dozen years ago. I"d hev to figger out just what year, but most anybody on the East Side can tell you. Coal was clear up an" soarin", an" vittles was too--everybody howlin" hard times, an" the Winter just commenced. Make things worse, some philanthropist had put up two model tenements in the block we was in, an" property alongside had shot up in value accordin" an" lugged rents with it. Everybody in my buildin" "most was rowin" about it.
"But John Loneway, he wasn"t rowin". I met him on the stairs one mornin"
early an" I says, "Beg pardon, sir," I says, "but you ain"t meanin" to make no change?" I ask him. He looks at me kind o" dazed--he was a wonderful clean-muscled little chap, with a crisscross o" veins on each temple an" big brown eyes back in his head. "No," he says. "Change? I can"t move. My wife"s sick," he says. That was news to me. I"d met her a couple o" times in the hall--pale little mite, hardly big as a baby, but pleasant-spoken, an" with a way o" dressin" herself in shabby clo"es that made the other women in the house look like bundles tied up careless. But she didn"t go out much--they had only been in the house a couple o" weeks or so. "Sick, is she?" I says. "Too bad," I says.
"Anything I can do?" I ask him. He stopped on the nex" step an" looked back at me. "Got a wife?" he says. "No," says I, "I ain"t, sir. But they ain"t never challenged my vote on "count o" that, sir--no offence," I says to him respectful. "All right," he says, noddin" at me. "I just thought mebbe she"d look in now and then. I"m gone all day," he added, an" went off like he"d forgot me.
"I thought about the little thing all that mornin"--layin" all alone up there in that room that wa"n"t no bigger"n a coal-bin. It"s bad enough to be sick anywheres, but it"s like havin" both legs in a trap to be sick in New York. Towards noon I went into one o" the flats--first floor front it was--with the kindlin" barrel, an" I give the woman to understand they was somebody sick in the house. She was a great big creatur" that I"d never see excep" in red calico, an" I always thought she looked some like a tomato ketchup bottle, with her ap.r.o.n for the label. She says, when I told her, "You see if she wants anything," she says. "I can"t climb all them stairs," she answers me.
"Well, that afternoon I went down an" hunted up a rusty sleigh-bell I"d seen in the bas.e.m.e.nt, an" I rubbed it up an" tied a string to it, an"
"long in the evenin" I went upstairs an" rapped at Mr. Loneway"s door.
""I called," I says, "to ask after your wife, if I might."
""If you might," he says after me. "I thank the Lord you"re somebody that will. Come in," he told me.
"They had two rooms. In one he was cookin" somethin" on a smelly oil-stove. In the other was his wife; but that room was all neat an"
nice--curtains looped back, carpet an" all that. She was half up on pillows, an" she had a black waist on, an" her hair pushed straight back, an" she was burnin" up with the fever.
""Set down an" talk to her," he says to me, "while I get the dinner, will you? I"ve got to go out for the milk."
"I did set down, feelin" some like a sawhorse in church. If she hadn"t been so durn little, seems though I could "a" talked with her, but I ketched sight of her hand on the quilt, an"--law! it wa"n"t no bigger"n a b.u.t.ternut. She done the best thing she could do an" set me to work.
""Mr. Bemus," she says, first off--everybody else called me Peleg--"Mr.
Bemus," she says, "I wonder if you"d mind takin" an old newspaper--there"s one somewheres around--an" stuffin" in the cracks of this window an" stop its rattlin"?"
"I laid my sleigh-bell down an" done as she says; an" while I fussed with the window, that seems though all Printin" House Square couldn"t stuff up, she talked on, chipper as a squirrel, all about the buildin", an" who lived where, an" how many kids they was, an" wouldn"t it be nice if they had an elevator like the model tenement we was payin" rent for, an" so on. I"d never "a" dreamt she was sick if I hadn"t looked "round a time or two at her poor, burnin"-up face. Then bime-by he brought the supper in, an" when he went to lift her up, she just naturally laid back an" fainted. But she was all right again in a minute, brave as two, an"
she was like a child when she see what he"d brought her--a big platter for a tray, with milk-toast an" an apple an" five cents" worth o" dates.
She done her best to eat, too, and praised him up, an" the poor soul hung over her, watchin" every mouthful, feedin" her, coaxin" her, lookin" like nothin" more"n a boy himself. When I couldn"t stand it no longer, I took an" jingled the sleigh-bell.
""I"m a-goin"," I says, "to hang this outside the door here, an" run this nice long string through the transom. An" to-morrow," I says, "when you want anything, just you pull the string a time or two, an" I"ll be somewheres around."
"She clapped her hands, her eyes shinin".
""Oh, _goodey_!" she says. "Now I won"t be alone. Ain"t it nice," she says, "that there ain"t no gla.s.s in the transom? If we lived in the model tenement, we couldn"t do that," she says, laughin" some.
"An" that young fellow, he followed me to the door an" just naturally shook hands with me, same"s though I"d been his kind. Then he followed me on out into the hall.
""We had a little boy," he says to me low, "an" it died four months ago yesterday, when it was six days old. She ain"t ever been well since," he says, kind of as if he wanted to tell somebody. But I didn"t know what to say, an" so I found fault with the kerosene lamp in the hall, an"
went on down.
"Nex" day I knew the doctor come again. An" "way "long in the afternoon I was a-tinkerin" with the stair rail when I heard the sleigh-bell ring.
I run up, an" she was settin" up, in the black waist--but I thought her eyes was shiney with somethin" that wasn"t the fever--sort of a scared excitement.
""Mr. Bemus," she says, "I want you to do somethin" for me," she says, "an" not tell anybody. Will you?"
""Why, yes," I says, "I will, Mis" Loneway," I says. "What is it?" I ask" her.
""There"s a baby somewheres downstairs," she says. "I hear it cryin"
sometimes. An" I want you to get it an" bring it up here."
"That was a queer thing to ask, because kids isn"t soothin" to the sick.