"Brother Tombs, speaking of John March, you know now risky it is for anybody--unless it"s you--to say anything to him. Oh, I dare say he"s changed, but when he hasn"t been converted two months, nor a member of the church three weeks, we mustn"t expect him to have the virtues of an old Christian."
"He"s changed mo"n I"m at libbety to tell you, Brother Garnet. He"s renounced dancing."
"Yes?--Indeed! He"s quit dancing. But still he carries two revolvers."
"Why, Brother John Wesley, I--that"s so. I"ve spoke to John about that, but--the fact is----"
Garnet smiled. "His life"s in constant danger--that"s my very point. The bad weather"s protected him thus far, but if it should last five years without a break, still you know that as soon as it fairs off----"
"_Uv_ co"se! Enos"s kinsfolks "ll be layin" faw him behind some bush aw sett"n" fire to his house; an" so what shall he do, brother, if we say he----"
"Oh, let him shoot a Yahoo or two if he must, but I think you ought to tell him he"s committing a criminal folly in asking that young Yankee, Mr. Fair, to stop with him at Widewood when he comes here next week!"
"Why, Brother Garnet! Why, supposin" that young stranger should get shot!"
"Yes, or if he should no more than see March shot or shot at! What an impression he"d carry back North with him! It"s an outrage on our whole people, sir, and G.o.d knows!--I speak reverently, my dear brother--we"ve suffered enough of that sort of slander! I"d tell him, myself, but--this must be between us, of course----"
"Why, of co"se, Brother Garnet," murmured the Pastor and bent one ear.
"It"s a pure piece of selfish business rivalry on John"s part toward me.
He"s asked Fair to his house simply to keep him away from Rosemont."
"Why, Brother Garnet! Rosemont"s right where he"d ought to go to!"
"In John"s own interest!" said Garnet.
"In John"s--you"re right, my brother! I"m suprised he don"t see it so!"
"O--I"m not! He"s a terribly overrated chap, Brother Tombs. Fact is--I say it in the sincerest friendship for him--John"s got no real talents and not much good sense--though one or two of his most meddlesome friends have still less." The Major began to gather up the reins.
"Well, I"ll try to see him, Brother Garnet. I met him yeste"day--Look here! I reckon that young man"s not goin" to stop with him after all. He told me yeste"day he was going to put a friend into Swanee Hotel because Sisteh March felt too feeble, aw fearful, aw somethin", an" he felt bound to stand his expenses."
"And so he"--the Major paused pleasantly. "How much did you lend him?"
"Aw! Brother Garnet, I didn"t mean you to know that! He had to put shuttehs on his sitt"n"-room windows, too, you know, to quiet Sisteh March"s ve"y natu"al fears. I only promised to lend him a small amount if he should need it."
"O, he"ll need it," said the Major, and included Barbara in his broad smile. "Still, I hope you"ll let him have it. If he doesn"t return it to you I will; I loved his father. John should have come to me, Brother Tombs, as he"s always done. I say this to you privately, you know. I"ll consider the loan practically made to me, for we simply can"t let Fair go to Widewood, even if John puts shutters on all his windows."
Again the speaker lifted his reins and the Parson drew back with a bow to Barbara, when Johanna spoke and the whole group stared after two townward-bound hors.e.m.e.n.
"Those are mountain people, right now," said the Parson.
"Yes," replied Garnet, "but they"re no kin to Enos." He moved on to Halliday"s gate.
It was the fourteenth of the month. The Major stayed in town for the evening mail and drove home after dark, alone, but complacent, almost jovial. He had got three valentines.
XLIV.
ST. VALENTINE"S: EVENING
At Widewood that same hour there was deep silence. Since the first of the year the only hands left on the place were a decrepit old negro and wife, whom even he p.r.o.nounced "wuthless," quartered beyond the stable-yard"s farther fence. For some days this "lady" had been Widewood"s only cook, owing to the fact that Mrs. March"s servant, having a few nights before seen a man prowling about the place, had left in such a panic as almost to forget her wages, and quite omitting to leave behind her several articles of the Widewood washing.
Within the house John March sat reading newspapers. His healthy legs were crossed toward the flickering hearth, and his strong shoulders touched the centre-table lamp. The new batten shutters excluded the beautiful outer night. His mother, to whom the mail had brought nothing, was sitting in deep shadow, her limp form and her regular supply of disapproving questions alike exhausted. Her slender elbow slipped now and then from the arm of her rocking-chair, and unconscious gleams of incredulity and shades of grief still alternated across her face with every wrinkling effort of her brows to hold up her eyelids.
John was not so absorbed as he seemed. He felt both the silence and the closed shutters drearily, and was not especially cheered by the following irrelevant query in the paragraph before him:
"Who--having restored the sight of his jailer"s blind daughter and converted her father from idolatry--was on this day beheaded?"
Yet here was a chance to be pleasant at the expense of a man quite too dead to mind.
"Mother," he began, so abruptly that Mrs. March started with a violent shudder, "this is February fourteenth. Did any ancient person of your acquaintance lose his head to-day?" He turned a facetious glance that changed in an instant to surprise. His mother had straightened up with bitter indignation, but she softened to an agony of reproach as she cried:
"John!"
"Why, mother, what?"
"Ah! John! John!" She gazed at him tearfully. "Is this what you"ve joined the church for? To cloak such----"
"My dear mother! I was simply trying to joke away the dismals! Why,"--he smiled persuasively--"if you only knew what a hard job it is." But the ludicrousness of her misconstruction took him off his guard, and in spite of the grimmest endeavor to prevent it, his smile increased and he stopped to keep from laughing.
Mrs. March rose, eloquent with unspoken resentment, and started from the room. At the door she cast back the blush of a martyr"s forgiveness, and the next instant was in her son"s big right arm. His words were broken with laughter.
"My dear, pretty little mother!" She struggled alarmedly, but he held her fast. "Why, I know the day is nothing to you, dear, less than nothing. I know perfectly well that I am your own and only valentine.
Ain"t I? Because you"re mine now, you know, since I"ve turned over this new leaf."
The mother averted her face. "O my son, I"m so unused to loving words, they only frighten me."
But John spoke on with deepening emotion. "Yes, mother, I"m going to be your valentine, and yours only, as I"ve never been or thought of being in all my life before. I"m going to try my very best! You"ll help me, won"t you, little valentine mother?"
She lifted a glance of mournful derision. "Valentine me no valentines.
You but increase my heart-loneliness. Ah! my self-deluded boy, your fickle pledges only mean, to my sad experience, that you have made your own will everything, and my wish nothing. Valentine me no valentines, let me go."
The young man turned abruptly and strode back to his newspapers. But he was too full of bitterness to read. He heard his mother"s soft progress upstairs, and her slow step in the unlighted room overhead. It ceased.
She must have sat down in the dark. A few moments pa.s.sed. Then it sounded again, but so strange and hurried that he started up, and as he did so the cry came, frantic with alarm, from the upper hall, and then from the head of the stairs:
"John! John!"
He was already bounding up them. Mrs. March stood at the top, pale and trembling. "A man!" she cried, "with a gun! I saw him down in the moonlight under my window! I saw him! he"s got a gun!"
She was deaf and blind to her son"s beseechings to be quiet. He caught her hands in his; they were icy. He led her by gentle force down-stairs and back to her sitting-room seat.
"Why, that"s all right, mother; that"s what you made me put the shutters on down here for. If you"d just come and told me quietly, why, I might a" got him from your window. Did you see him?"
"I don"t know," she moaned. "He had a gun. I saw one end of it."