"But she didn"t begin to say it right off," said Primmie. "She started four or five times afore she really got a-goin". She said that what she"d got to say was dreadful unpleasant and was just as hard for her to say as "twould be for me to hear. And she said I could be sartin" sure she"d never say it if "twan"t absolutely necessary and that she hadn"t made up her mind to say it until she"d laid awake night after night tryin" to think of some other way out, but that, try as she could, she didn"t see no other way. And so then--so then she said it. Oh, my savin"
soul! I declare I never thought--"
"Hush, hush, Primmie. Ah--control yourself, please. You promised not to cry, you know."
"Cry! Well, ain"t I tryin" not to cry, for mercy sakes? She was cryin", too, I tell you, afore she finished. If you"d seen the pair of us settin" there bellerin" like a couple of young ones I cal"late you"d a thought so."
"Bellowing? Miss Phipps?"
"Oh, I don"t mean bellerin" out loud like a--like a heifer. I guess likely I was doin" that, but she wan"t. She was just cryin" quiet, you know, but anybody could see how terrible bad she was feelin". And then she said it--oh, dear, dear! How CAN I tell it? How CAN I?"
Galusha groaned, in hara.s.sed desperation.
"I don"t know," he admitted, "But I--really I wish you would."
Miss Phipps had, it seemed, told her maidservant that, owing to the steadily increasing cost of living, of food and clothes and every item of daily expense, she was finding it more and more hard to get along.
She said her income was very small and her bills continually growing larger. She had cut and scrimped in every possible way, hoping against hope, but at last she had been driven to the point where even the small wage she was paying Primmie seemed more than she could afford. Much as she hated to do it, she felt compelled to let the girl go.
"She said she"d help me get another place," said Primmie, "and that I could stay here until I did get one, and all sorts of things like that.
I told her I didn"t want no other place and I didn"t care a bit about the wages. I said I"d rather work here without a cent of wages. She said no, she wouldn"t let me do that. If she couldn"t pay me I couldn"t work here. I said I could and I should and she said I couldn"t and shouldn"t.
And--and we both cried and--and that"s the way it ended. And that"s why I come to you, Mr. Bangs. I CAN"T go away and leave her. I CAN"T, Mr.
Bangs. She can"t keep this whole house a-goin" without somebody to help.
I"ve GOT to stay. You make her keep me, Mr. Bangs. I don"t want no pay for it. I never was no hand to care for money, anyhow. Pa used to say I wan"t. None of our folks was. Matter of that, we never had none to care for. But you make her keep me, Mr. Bangs."
She began to sob once more. Poor Galusha was very much distressed. The cause of Martha Phipps" worry was plain enough now. And her financial stress must be very keen indeed to cause her to take such drastic action as the discharge of Primmie the faithful.
"You"ll make her keep me, won"t you, Mr. Bangs?" pleaded Primmie, once more.
Galusha rubbed his chin. "Dear me," he said, perplexedly, "I--Well, I shall be glad to do all I can, of course, but how I can make her keep you when she has made up her mind not to, I--really, I don"t see.
You don"t think, do you," he added, "that my being here is in any way responsible for a portion of Miss Phipps" financial trouble? You don"t think it might be--ah--easier for her if I was to--ah--go?"
Primmie shook her head. "Oh, no, no," she declared, with decision, "You ain"t a mite of bother, Mr. Bangs. I"ve heard Miss Martha say more"n a dozen times what a nice man you was and how easy "twas to provide for you. She likes you, Miss Martha does, and I do, too. Even when we thought you was an undertaker huntin" "round for remains we liked you just the same."
Galusha could not help feeling a certain satisfaction in this whole-hearted declaration. It was pleasant to learn that he was liked and that his hostess considered him a nice man.
"Thank you, Primmie," he said. "But what I meant was--was--Well, I pay what seems to me a ridiculously small sum for board and lodging. I begged to be allowed to pay more, but Miss Phipps wouldn"t permit it.
Now I am sure she must be losing money in the transaction and if I were to go--ah--elsewhere perhaps it might be--ah--easier for her. Candidly, don"t you think so, Primmie?"
Miss Cash appeared to consider. Then she shook her head again. "No," she said, "I don"t. You pay your board and I"ve heard her say more"n once that she felt as if you was payin" too much. No, "tain"t that. It"s more"n that. It ain"t anything to do really with you or me, Mr. Bangs.
Miss Martha"s lost some money somehow, I believe. She ain"t got enough to get along on, "cause she told me she hadn"t. Now, she used to have and I believe she"s lost some of it somewheres. And I believe that--"
Galusha felt it his duty to interrupt.
"Primmie," he continued, "you mustn"t tell me anything which Miss Phipps wouldn"t wish told. I wouldn"t for the world have you think that I am unduly curious concerning her personal affairs. If there is any trait which I--ah--detest above others it is that of unwarranted curiosity concerning the--ah--private affairs of one"s acquaintances. I... Why do you look at me like that? Were you about to speak?"
Primmie was staring at him in what seemed to be awe-stricken admiration.
She drew a long breath.
"My Lord of Isrul!" she exclaimed, fervently, "I never heard anybody string talk along the way you can in all my born days, Mr. Bangs. I bet you"ve said as many as seven words already that I never heard afore, never heard ary one of "em, I ain"t. Education"s wonderful, ain"t it? Pa used to say "twas, but all he had he picked up off fishin" and clammin"
and cranberrin" and around. All our family had a kind of picked-up education, seemed so."
"Yes, yes, Primmie, but--"
"But why don"t I mind my own business and stick to what I was goin" to say, you mean? All right, I will. I was goin" to say that I believe Miss Martha"s lost money somehow and I believe that dressed-up stuffed image of a Raish Pulcifer is responsible for her losin" it, that"s what I believe."
"Mr. Pulcifer! Why, Primmie, why do you say that? What proof have you?"
"Ain"t got no proof. If folks could get proof on Raish Pulcifer he"d have been in jail long ago. Zach Bloomer said that only the other day.
But a body can guess, can"t they, even if they ain"t got proof, and that"s what I"m doin"--guessin". Every once in a while Miss Martha goes up to the village to see this Pulcifer thing, don"t she? Yes, she does.
Went up twice inside of a fortni"t that I know of. Does she go "cause she likes him? I cal"late she don"t. She likes him about the way I do and I ain"t got no more use for him than a hen has for a toothbrush. And t"other day she sent for him and asked him to come here and see her. How do I know she did? "Cause she telephoned him and I heard her doin" it, that"s how. And he didn"t want to come and she just begged him to, said she would try not to bother him again if he would come that once. And he came and after he went away she cried, same as I told you she did."
"But, Primmie, all that may be and yet Mr. Pulcifer"s visit may have no connection with Miss Martha"s monetary trouble."
"I want to know! Well, if that"s so, why was she and him talkin" so hard when he was here this afternoon? And why was she askin" him to please see if he couldn"t get some sort of an offer? I heard her ask that."
"Offer for what?"
"Search me! For somethin" she wanted to sell, I presume likely. And he says to her, "No, I can"t," he says. "I"ve told you so a dozen times.
If I could get anybody to buy I"d sell my own, wouldn"t I? You bet your life I would!" And she waited a minute and then she says, kind of low and more as if she was talkin" to herself than to him, "What SHALL I do?" she says. And he heard her and says he--I"d like to have chopped his head off with the kindlin" hatchet when I heard him say it--says he, "_I_ don"t know. How do you s"pose _I_ know what you"ll do? I don"t know what I"ll do, myself, do I?" And she answered right off, and kind of sharp, "You was sure enough what was goin" to be done when you got father into this thing." And he just swore and stomped out of the house.
So THAT sounds as if he had somethin" to do with it, don"t it?"
Galusha was obliged to admit that it did so sound. And when he remembered Mr. Pulcifer"s remark at the gate, that concerning women and business, the evidence was still more convincing. He did not tell Primmie that he was convinced, however. He swore her to secrecy, made her promise that she would tell no one else what she had told him or even that she had told him, and in return promised to do what he could to bring about her retention in the Phipps" home.
"Although, as I said, Primmie," he added, "I"m sure I can"t at present see what I can do."
Another person might have found little encouragement in this, but Primmie apparently found a good deal.
"You"ll see a way, I"ll bet you you will, Mr. Bangs," she declared.
"Anybody that"s been through the kind of times you have, livin" along with critters that steal the shirt off your back, ain"t goin" to let a blowed-up gas balloon like Raish Pulcifer stump you. My savin" soul, no!"
Mr. Bangs smiled faintly.
"The shirt wasn"t on my back when it was stolen," he said.
Primmie sniffed. "It didn"t have no chance to be," she declared. "That camel thing got it onto HIS back first. But, anyhow, I feel better. I think now we"re goin" to come out all right, Miss Martha and me. I don"t know why I feel so, but I do."
Galusha was by no means as confident. He went back to his room and to bed, but it was long before he fell asleep. Just why the thought of Martha Phipps" trouble should trouble him so greatly he still did not understand, exactly. Of course he was always sorry for any one in trouble, and would have gone far out of his way to help such a person, had the latter appealed to him. But Martha had not appealed to him; as a matter of fact, it was evident that she was trying to keep knowledge of her difficulty from him and every one else. Plainly it was not his business at all. And yet he was filled with an intense desire, even a determination, to make it his business. He could not understand why, but he wasted no time trying to understand. The determination to help was strong when at last he did fall asleep and it was just as strong when he awoke the next morning.
CHAPTER IX
He endeavored, while dressing, to map out a plan of campaign, but the map was but a meaningless whirligig of lines leading nowhere when Primmie called from the foot of the stairs that breakfast was ready.
During breakfast he was more absent-minded than usual, which is saying a good deal, and Martha herself was far from communicative. After the meal he was putting on his hat and coat preparatory to going out for his usual walk when Primmie came hurrying through the hall.
"She wants you," said Primmie, mysteriously, her eyes shining with excitement. "She wants to see you in the settin" room. Come on, come on, Mr. Bangs! What are you waitin" for?"
As a general rule Galusha"s thoughts started upon the morning ramble some little time before he did and recalling them was a rather slow and patience-taxing process. In this case, however, they were already in the sitting room with Martha Phipps and so had a shorter road home. But they came slowly enough, for all that.