Mattie"s reverie was interrupted by Selena. Angular, pale-eyed Mrs.
Ford was as unlike the plump, rosy Mattie as a sister could be.
Perhaps her chronic curiosity, which would not let her rest, was accountable for her excessive leanness.
"Who was that pedlar that was here this afternoon, Mattie?" she demanded as soon as she arrived.
Mattie smiled. "Jed Crane," she said. "He"s home from the West and driving a tin-wagon for the Boones."
Selena gave a little gasp. She sat down on the lowest step and untied her bonnet strings.
"Mattie Adams! And you kept him hanging about the whole afternoon."
"Why not?" said Mattie wickedly. She liked to alarm Selena. "Jed and I were always beaus, you know."
"Mattie Adams! You don"t mean to say you"re going to make a fool of yourself over Jed Crane again? A woman of your age!"
"Don"t get excited, Selena," implored Mattie. In the old days Selena could cow her, but that time was past. "I never saw the like of you for getting stirred up over nothing."
"I"m not excited. I"m perfectly calm. But I might well be excited over your folly, Mattie Adams. The idea of your taking up again with old Jed Crane!"
"He"s fifteen years younger than Jim," said Mattie, giving thrust for thrust.
When Selena had come over Mattie had not the slightest idea of resuming her former relationship with the romantic Jedediah. She had merely shown him kindness for old friendship"s sake. But so well did the unconscious Selena work in Jed"s behalf that when she flounced off home in a pet Mattie was resolved that she would take Jed back if he wanted to come. She wasn"t going to put up with Selena"s everlasting interference. She would show her that she was independent.
When a week had pa.s.sed Jed came again. He sold Mattie a stew-pan and he would not go in to tea this time, but they stood and talked in the yard for the best part of an hour, while Selena glared at them from her kitchen window. Their conversation was most innocent and harmless, being mainly gossip about what had come and gone during Jed"s exile.
But Mattie knew that Selena thought that she and Jed were making love to each other in this shameless, public fashion. When Jed went, Mattie, more for Selena"s benefit than his, broke off some sprays of honeysuckle and pinned them on his coat. The fragrance went with Jedediah as he drove through Amberley, and pleasant thoughts were born of it.
"It"s romantic," he told the pony. "Blessed if it ain"t romantic! Not that Mattie cares anything about me now. I know she don"t. But it"s just her kind way. She wants to cheer me up and let me know I"ve a friend still. Get up, my nag, get up. I ain"t one to persoom on her kindness neither; I know my place. But still, say what you will, it"s romantic--this sitooation. This is it. Here I be, loving the ground she walks on, as I"ve always done, and I can"t let on that I do because I"m a poor ne"er-do-well as ain"t fit to look at her, an independent woman with property. And she"s a-showing kindness to me for old times" sake, and piercing my heart all the time, not knowing.
Why, it"s romance with a vengeance, that"s what it is. Get up, my nag, get up."
Thereafter Jed called at the Adams place every week. Generally he stayed to tea. Mattie always bought something of him to colour an excuse. Her kitchen fairly glittered with new tinware. She gave Selena the overflow by way of heaping coals of fire.
After every visit Jedediah held stern counsel with himself and decided that he must not call to see Mattie again--at least, not for a long time; then he must not stay to tea. He would struggle with himself all the way down the poplar hill--not without a comforting sense of the romance of the struggle--but it always ended the same way. He turned in under the willows and clinked musically into Mattie"s yard. At least, the rattle of the tin-wagon sounded musically to Mattie.
Meanwhile, Selena watched from her window and raged.
Amberley people shrugged their shoulders when gossip noised the matter abroad. But, being good-humoured in the main, they forebore to do more than say that Mattie Adams was free to make a goose of herself if it pleased her, and that Jed Crane wasn"t such a fool as he looked. The Adams farm was one of the best in Amberley, and it had not grown any poorer under Mattie"s management.
"If Jed walks in there and hangs up his hat he"ll have done well for himself after all."
This was Selena"s view of it also, barring the good nature. She was furious at the whole affair, and she did her best to make Mattie"s life a burden to her with slurs and thrusts. But they all misjudged Jed. He had no intention of "walking in and hanging up his hat"--or trying to. Romantic as he was, it never occurred to him that Mattie might be as romantic as himself. She did not care for him, and anyhow he, Jed, had a little too much pride to ask her, a rich woman, to marry him, a poor man who had lost all caste he ever possessed by taking up tin-peddling. Jed was determined not to "persoom." And, oh, how deliciously romantic it all was! He hugged himself with sorrowful delight over it.
As the summer waned and the long yellow leaves began to fall thickly from the willows in the Adams lane Jed began to talk of going out west again. Tin-peddling was not possible in winter, and he didn"t think he would try it another summer. Mattie listened with dismay in her heart. All summer she had made much of Jed, by way of tormenting Selena. But now she realized what he really meant to her. The old love had wakened to life in her heart; she could not let Jed go out of her life again, leaving her to the old loneliness. If Jed went away everything would be flat, stale, and unprofitable.
She knew him to be at heart the kindest, most gentle of human beings, and the mere fact of his having been unsuccessful, even what some of his old neighbours might call stupid, did not change her feelings toward him in the least. He was Jed--that was sufficient for her, and she had business capability enough for both, when it came to that.
Mattie began to drop hints. But Jed would not take them. True, once or twice he thought that perhaps Mattie did care a little for him yet.
But it would not do for him to take advantage of that.
"No, I just couldn"t do that," he told the pony. "I worship the ground that woman treads on, but it ain"t for the likes of me to tell her so, not now. Get up, my nag, get up. This has been a mighty pleasant summer with that visit to look forward to every week. But it"s about over now and you must tramp, Jed."
Jed sighed. He remembered that it was more romantic than ever, but all at once this failed to comfort him. Romance up to a certain point was food; beyond that it palled, so to speak. Jed"s romance failed him just when he needed it most.
Mattie, meanwhile, was forced to the dismal conclusion that her hints were thrown away. Jed was plainly determined not to speak. Mattie felt half angry with him. She did not choose to make a martyr of herself to romance, and surely the man didn"t expect her to ask him to marry her.
"I"m sure and certain he"s as fond of me as ever he was," she mused.
"I suppose he"s got some ridiculous notion about being too poor to aspire to me. Jed always had more pride than a Crane could carry.
Well, I"ve done all I can--all I"m going to do. If Jed"s determined to go, he must go, I s"pose."
Mattie would not let herself cry, although she felt like it. She went out and picked apples instead.
Mattie might have remained so and Jedediah"s romance might never have reached a better ending, if it had not been for Selena, who came over just then to help Mattie pick the golden russets. Fate had evidently destined her as Jed"s best helper. All summer she had been fairly goading Mattie into love with Jedediah and now she was moved to add the last spur.
"Jed Crane"s going away, I hear," she said maliciously. "Seems to me you"re bound to be jilted again, Mattie."
Mattie had no answer ready. Selena went on undauntedly.
"You"ve made a nice fool of yourself all summer, I vow. Throwing yourself at Jed"s head--and he doesn"t want you, even with all your property."
"He does want me," said Mattie calmly. Her lips were very firm and her cheeks scarlet. "He is not going away. We are to be married about Christmas, and Jed will take charge of the farm for me."
"Matilda Adams!" said Selena. It was all she was capable of saying.
The rest of the golden russets were picked in a dead silence, Mattie working with an unusually high colour in her cheeks, while Selena"s thin lips were pressed so closely together as to be little else than a hair line.
After Selena had gone home, sulking, Mattie picked on with a very determined face. The die was cast; she could not bear Selena"s slurs and she would not. And she had not told a lie either. Her words were true; she would make them true. All the Adams determination--and that was not a little--was roused in her.
"If Jed jilts me, he"ll do it to my face, clean and clever," she said viciously.
When Jed came again he was very solemn. He thought it would be his last visit, but Mattie felt differently. She had dressed herself with unusual care and crimped her hair. Her cheeks were scarlet and her eyes bright. Jed thought she looked younger and prettier than ever.
The thought that this was the last time he would see her for many a long day to come grew more and more unbearable, yet he firmly determined he would let no presuming word pa.s.s his lips. Mattie had been so kind to him. It was only honourable of him in return not to let her throw herself away on a poor failure like himself.
"I suppose this is your last round with the wagon," she said. She had taken him out into the garden to say it. The garden was out of view from the Ford place. Propose she must, but she drew the line at proposing under Selena"s eyes.
Jed nodded dully. "Yes, and then I must toddle off and look for something else to do. You see, I haven"t much of a gift so to speak for business, Mattie, and it takes me so long to get worked into an understanding of a business or trade that I"m generally asked to quit before you might say I"ve really commenced. It"s been a mighty happy summer for me, though I can"t say I"ve done much in the selling line except to you, Mattie. What with your kindness and these little visits you"ve been good enough to let me make every week, I feel I may say it"s been the happiest summer of my life, and I"m never going to forget it, but as I said, it"s time for me to be moving on elsewhere and finding something else to do."
"There is something for you to do right here--if you will do it," said Mattie faintly. For a moment she felt as if she could not go on; Jed and the garden and the scarf of late asters whirled around her dizzily. She held by the sweet-pea trellis to steady herself.
"I--I said a terrible thing to Selena the other day. I--I don"t know what I"ll do about it if--if--you don"t help me out, Jed."
"I"ll do anything I can," said Jed, with hearty sympathy. "You know that, Mattie. What is the trouble?"
His kindly voice and the good will and affection beaming in his honest blue eyes gave Mattie renewed courage to go on with her self-imposed and most embarra.s.sing task, although before she ended her voice shook and dwindled away to such a low whisper that Jed had to bend his head close to hers to hear what she was saying.
"I--I said--she goaded me into saying it, Jed--slighting and slurring--jeering at me because you were going away. I just got mad, Jed--and I told her you weren"t going--that you and I--that we were to be--married."
"Mattie, did you mean that?" he cried. "If you did, I"m the happiest man alive. I didn"t dare persoom--I didn"t s"pose you thought anything of me. But if you do--and if you want me--here"s all there is of me, heart and soul and body, forever and ever, as I"ve been all my life."
Thinking over this speech afterwards Jed was dissatisfied with it. He thought he might have made it much more eloquent and romantic than it was. But it served the purpose very well. It was convincing--it came straight from his honest, stupid heart, and Mattie knew it. She held out her hands and Jed gathered her into his arms.