"The boys are perfectly at home," said Robert with a little emphasis on boys, which was the first indication of his disappointment. The people he had failed to reach.
There came a knock on the door that startled them both. "Come in," said Robert in a nervous shout.
"Land sakes! did I scare ye? Seem so, way ye yelled," said a high-keyed nasal voice, and a tall woman came in, followed by an equally stalwart man.
"How d"e do, Mrs. Folsom? My wife, Mr. Folsom."
Folsom"s voice was lost in the bustle of getting settled, but Mrs.
Folsom"s voice rose above the clamor. "I was tellin" him it was about time we got neighborly. I never let anybody come to town a week without callin" on "em. It does a body a heap o" good to see a face outside the family once in a while, specially in a new place.
How do you like up here on the hill?"
"Very much. The view is so fine."
"Yes, I s"pose it is. Still, it ain"t my notion. I don"t like to climb hills well enough. Still, I"ve heard of people buildin" just for the view. It"s all in taste, as the old woman said that kissed the cow."
There was an element of shrewdness and sell-a.n.a.lysis in Mrs.
Folsom which saved her from being grotesque. She knew she was queer to Mrs. Bloom, but she did not resent it. She was still young in form and face, but her teeth were gone, and, like so many of her neighbors, she was too poor to replace them from the dentist"s. She wore a decent calico dress and a shawl and hat.
As she talked her eyes took in every article of furniture in the room, and every little piece of fancywork and bric-a-brac. In fact, she reproduced the pattern of one of the tidies within two days.
Folsom sat dumbly in his chair. Robert, who met him now as a neighbor for the first time, tried to talk with him, but failed, and turned himself gladly to Mrs. Folsom, who delighted him with her vigorous phrases.
"Oh, we"re a-movin", though you wouldn"t think it. This town is filled with a lot of old skinflints. Close ain"t no name for "em. Jest ask Folsom thar about "em. He"s been buildin" their houses for "em.
Still, I suppose they say the same thing o" me," she added with a touch of humor which always saved her. She used a man"s phrases.
"We"re always ready to tax some other feller, but we kick like mules when the tax falls on us," she went on. "My land! the fight we"ve had to git sidewalks in this town!"
"You should be mayor."
"That"s what I tell Folsom. Takes a woman to clean things up.
Well, I must run along. Thought I"d jest call in and see how you all was. Come down when ye kin."
"Thank you, I will."
After they had gone Robert turned with a smile: "Our first formal call."
"Oh, dear, Robert, what can I do with such people?"
"Go see "em. I like her. She"s shrewd. You"ll like her, too."
"But what can I say to such people? Did you hear her say "we fellers" to me?"
Robert laughed. "That"s nothing. She feels as much of a man, or "feller," as anyone. Why shouldn"t she?"
"But she"s so vulgar."
"I admit she isn"t elegant, but I think she"s a good wife and mother."
"I wonder if they"re all like that?"
"Now, Mate, we must try not to offend them. We must try to be one of them."
But this was easier said than done. As he went down to the post office and stood waiting for his mail like the rest, he tried to enter into conversation witb them, but mainly they moved away from him. William McTurg nodded at him and said, "How de do?" and McLane asked how he liked his new place, and that was about all.
He couldn"t reach them. They suspected him. They had only the estimate of the men who had worked for him; and, while they were civil, they plainly didn"t need him in the slightest degree, except as a topic of conversation.
He did not improve as he had hoped to do. The spring was wet and cold, the most rainy and depressing the valley had seen in many years. Day after day the rain clouds sailed in over the northern hills and deluged the flat little town with water, till the frogs sang in every street, till the main street mired down every team that drove into it.
The corn rotted in the earth, but the gra.s.s grew tall and yellow-green, the trees glistened through the gray air, and the hills were like green jewels of incalculable worth, when the sun shone, at sweet infrequent intervals.
The cold and damp struck through into the alien"s heart. It seemed to prophesy his dark future. He sat at his desk and looked out into the gray rain with gloomy eyes-a prisoner when he had expected to be free.
He had failed in his last venture. He had not gained any power-he was reaily weaker than ever. The rain had kept him confined to the house. The joy he had antic.i.p.ated of tracing out all his boyish pleasure haunts was cut off. He had relied, too, upon that as a source of literary power.
He could not do much more than walk down to the post office and back on the pleasantest days. A few people called, but he could not talk to them, and they did not call again.
In the meanwhile his little bank account was vanishing. The boys were strong and happy; that was his only comfort. And his wife seemed strong, too. She had little time to get lonesome.
He grew morbid. His weakness and insecurity made him jealous of the security and health of others.
He grew almost to hate the people as he saw them coming and going in the mud, or heard their loud hearty voices sounding from the street. He hated their gossip, their dull jokes. The flat little town grew vulgar and low and desolate to him.
Every little thing which had amused him now annoyed him. The cut of their beards worried him. Their voices jarred upon him.
Every day or two he broke forth to his wife in long tirades of abuse.
"Oh, I can"t stand these people! They don"t know any-thing. They talk every rag of gossip into shreds. Taters, fish, hops; hops, fish, and taters. They"ve saved and pinched and toiled till their souls are pinched and ground away. You"re right. They are caricatures. They don"t read or think about anything in which I"m interested. This life is nerve-destroying. Talk about the health of the village life! it destroys body and soul. It debilitates me. It will warp us both down to the level of these people."
She tried to stop him, but he went on, a flush of fever on his cheek:
"They degrade the nature they have touched. Their squat little town is a caricature like themselves. Everything they touch they belittle. Here they sit while side-walks rot and teams mire in the streets."
He raged on like one demented-bitter, accusing, rebellious. In such a mood he could not write. In place of inspiring him, the little town and its people seemed to undermine his power and turn his sweetness of spirit into gall and acid. He only bowed to them now as he walked feebly among them, and they excused it by referring to his sickness. They eyed him each time with pitying eyes; "He"s failin" fast," they said among themselves.
One day, as he was returning from the post office, he felt blind for a moment and put his hand to his head. The wold of vivid green grew gray, and life rceded from him into illimitable distance. He had one dim fading glimpse of a s.h.a.ggy-bearded face looking down at him, and felt the clutch of an iron-hard strong arm under him, and then he lost hold even on so much consciousness.
He came back slowly, rising out of immeasurable deeps toward a distant light which was like the mouth of a well filled with clouds of misty vapor. Occasionally he saw a brown big hairy face floating in over this lighted horizon, to smile kindly and go away again. Others came with s.h.a.ggy beards. He heard a cheery tenor voice which he recognized, and then another face, a big brown smiling face; very lovely it looked now to him-almost as lovely as his wife"s, which floated in from the other side.
"He"s all right now," said the cheery tenor voice from the big bearded face.
"Oh, Mr. McTurg; do you think so?"
"Ye-e-s, sir. He"s all right. The fever"s left him. Brace up, old man.
We need ye yit awhile." Then all was silent agam.
The well mouth cleared away its mist again, and he saw more clearly. Part of the time he knew he was in bed staring at the ceiling. Part of the time the well mouth remained closed in with clouds.
Gaunt old women put spoons of delicious broth to his lips, and their toothless mouths had kindly lines about them. He heard their high voices sounding faintly.
"Now, Mis" Bloom, jest let Mis" Folsom an" me attend to things out here. We"ll get supper for the boys, an" you jest go an" lay down.