"What is it, Jessie? Did you love William, and does it make you so unhappy to have him marry me?"
"No, no," and Jessie recoiled from her in horror. "I never loved William Bellenger,-never saw the day when I would have married him,-never, as I live!" and she spoke so indignantly that Charlotte, a little piqued, replied:
"Don"t scream so loud, if you didn"t. I only asked you because I knew something had ailed you ever since I was engaged. Others notice it too; and, if I were you, I"d try to appear cheerful, even if I did not feel it."
Greatly as Jessie was annoyed, she resolved to act upon this advice, for she would not have people think that she cared for William Bellenger. So she roused herself from the state of listless indifference into which she had fallen, and Charlotte Reeves no longer had reason to complain of her dullness, or non-appreciation of the bridal finery, which was so ostentatiously displayed, and which greatly annoyed Mrs. Bartow.
This lady was secretly chagrined at what she considered Charlotte"s good luck, and at Mrs. Reeves" evident exultation, and she took great pains to let the latter know that she did not care and on the whole was glad William was going to do so well. Jessie would never have accepted him, even if she had had a chance; and for the sake of dear Mrs. Bellenger she was pleased to think the Reeves family was so respectable. Of course she never did believe that ridiculous story about the tin-peddler, and she couldn"t see who had reported it. She had been asked about it, two or three times, and had always told exactly how the story originated, and said it was not true.
This speech she made in substance several times to Mrs. Reeves, when that lady was congratulating herself upon her granddaughter"s brilliant prospects, and insisting that "Jessie was a year the oldest; basing her a.s.sertion upon the fact that she bought her camel"s hair shawl so many years ago, and Jessie was born that very day."
"And I," retorted Mrs. Bartow, "remember that my daughter Graham"s silver tea-set was sent home the morning after Jessie was born, and that has the date on it, so I can"t be wrong. And another thing which makes me sure, is that a raw country girl we had just hired insisted that it was tin, saying her father was a peddler, and she guessed she knew."
At the mention of tin of any kind, Mrs. Reeves always seemed uneasy; and as Mrs. Bartow frequently took occasion to name the offensive article in her hearing, she resolved at last to steal a day or so from the excitement at home, and see if she too, could not find a weapon with which to fight her friend.
Accordingly, one morning, when Mrs. Bartow called to tell her that "people said William Bellenger would drink and gamble too," she was informed that the lady was out of town, and so she contented herself with repeating the story to Charlotte, adding that she didn"t believe it herself and she wondered why people would talk so.
Charlotte wondered too, and said that those who repeated such scandal were quite as bad as the originators, a remark in which Mrs. Bartow fully concurred, saying, "if there was anything she despised it was a talebearer."
The next day about one as she sat with Jessie in her little sewing-room, Mrs. Reeves was announced, and after a few preliminary remarks, began:
"By the way, my dear Mrs. Bartow, I have been to Springfield, and remembering what you said about that woman in Deerwood, I thought I"d run over there and see her just to convince her that she was mistaken in thinking she ever knew me or my father."
"Yes, yes. It"s pretty warm in here, isn"t it? Jessie, hadn"t you better go where it is cooler?" said Mrs. Bartow, and Jessie replied:
"I am not uncomfortable, and I want to hear about Deerwood. Isn"t it a pleasant old town?" and she turned to Mrs. Reeves, who answered:
"Charming! and those Marshalls are such kind, worthy people. But what an odd specimen that Aunt Debby is; and what a wonderful memory she has, though, of course, she remembers some things which never could have been, for instance--"
"Jessie, will you bring me my salts, or will you go away, it"s so close in here," came faintly from the distressed lady, who had dropped her work, and was nervously unb.u.t.toning the top of her dress.
"Do you feel choked?" asked Mrs. Reeves, while Jessie answered:
"I"ll get your salts, grandma; but I don"t wish to go out, unless Mrs.
Reeves has something to tell which I must not hear."
"Certainly not," returned Mrs. Reeves. "It"s false, I"m sure, just as false as that ridiculous story about the tin peddler and factory girl. I convinced Aunt Debby that she was wrong. It was some other Charlotte Gregory she used to know."
"Of course it was; I always said so," and a violent sneeze followed the remark and a too strong inhalation of the salts.
"As I was saying," persisted Mrs. Reeves, "Aunt Debby knows everybody who has lived since the flood, and even pretended to have known you, after I told her your name was Lummis, before you were adopted by Mrs.
Stanwood."
"Oh, delightful," cried Jessie. "Do pray give us the entire family tree, root and all. Was grandma"s father a cobbler, or did he make the _tin things_ yours used to _peddle_?" and the saucy black eyes looked archly at both the ladies.
"I don"t know what her father was," said Mrs. Reeves, "but Aunt Debby pretends that Martha Lummis,-Patty, she called her--"
"That"s the name in the old black book, grandma, that you said belonged to a friend," interrupted Jessie, and while grandma groaned, Mrs. Reeves continued:
"Said that Patty did housework in Hopkinton, and I believe could milk _seventeen_ cows to her one!"
"Oh," said Jessie, "how I wish I could milk. It"s such fun. I did try once, but got the tiniest stream, and Walter said I"d dry the cows all up. I wish you could hear _him_ when he first begins. It sounds like hail stones rattling on the _tin pail_. Did yours sound so, grandma, and did you buy the pail of Mr. Gregory?"
Mrs. Reeves, by this time, began to think that Jessie might be making fun of her, and smothering her wrath, she proceeded:
"I shouldn"t care anything about the housework or the milking, but I"ll confess I _was_ shocked, when she spoke of--"
"I certainly am going to faint, Jessie, do go out," gasped the white figure in the rocking chair, while Jessie rejoined:
"I don"t see how my going out can help you." Then crossing over to her grandmother, she whispered, "Brave it out. _Don"t_ let her see that you care."
Thus entreated Mrs. Bartow became somewhat composed, and her tormentor went on:
"This Patty Lummis, Aunt Debby said, was blood relation to _three Thayers_, who were hung some years ago for murdering _John Love_, or some such name. I remember hearing of it at the time, but did not suppose I knew any of their relatives."
"Horrid!" cried Jessie, and then, as she saw how white her grandmother was, she added quickly:
"And didn"t she say too, that the Gregorys _ought_ to have been hung if they weren"t?"
"Such impertinence," muttered Mrs. Reeves, while Jessie rejoined:
"There are very few families, which, if traced to the fountain head, have not a halter, or a peddler"s cart, or a smell of tallow, or shoemaker"s wax--"
"Or a woollen factory, Jessie. Don"t forget that," suggested Mrs.
Bartow, and Jessie added, laughingly:
"Yes, a woollen factory, and as you and grandma do not belong to the few who are exempt from a stain of any kind, if honorable work can be called a stain, I advise you to drop old scores, and let the past be forgotten."
"I"m sure I"m willing," sobbed Mrs. Bartow. "I never did tell that ridiculous story to but one, and she promised not to breathe it as long as she lived."
"And will you take it back?" chimed in Mrs. Reeves.
"Ye-es. I"ll do everything I can toward it," answered the distracted old lady. "I couldn"t help those _Thayers_. I never saw them in my life, and they were only second cousins."
"_Fourth_ to you, then," and Mrs. Reeves nodded to Jessie, who replied:
"I don"t care if they were _first_. Everybody knows me, and my position in society does not depend upon what my family have been before me, but upon what I am myself. Isn"t it so, father?" and she turned to Mr.
Graham, who had just entered the room.
"I don"t know the nature of your conversation," he replied, "but I overheard your last remarks, and fully concur with you, that persons are to be respected for themselves and not for their family; neither are they to be despised for what their family or any member of it may do."
There was a tremor in his voice, and looking at him closely, Jessie saw that he was very pale, and evidently much agitated.
"What is it, father?" she cried, forgetting the _three Thayers_ and thinking only of Walter. "What has happened?"
Mr. Graham did not reply to her, but turning to Mrs. Reeves, he said:
"Excuse me, madam, but I think your duty calls you home, where poor Charlotte needs your sympathy."