Shaken from head to foot, the old lady sank into her chair. She was speechless, but her eyes blazed. Matilda sat by the window, dumb with astonishment. This was not at all what she had expected. Rosemary had drawn a yellow old letter from the recesses of her brown gingham gown and was offering it to Grandmother. The sight of it had affected the old lady powerfully.
[Sidenote: The Money]
"Very well," Rosemary was saying, as she returned the letter to its hiding-place. "In case you"ve forgotten, I"ll tell you what"s in it. The day father sailed up the coast, he sent you a draft for more than eleven thousand dollars. He said it was for me--for my clothes and my education, in case anything happened to him. He said that you were to give me whatever I might want or need, as long as the money lasted. I"ll leave it to you whether you"ve carried out his instructions or not.
"Now that I"m going to be married, I"ve taken the liberty of helping myself to a small part of what is my own. There"s almost two thousand dollars left, and you"re quite welcome to it, but I won"t be married in brown gingham nor go to my husband in ragged shoes, and if I think of anything else I want, I"m going to have it."
"Ma," said Matilda, tremulously, "if this is so, we ain"t done right by Rosemary."
"It"s so," Rosemary continued, turning toward the figure at the window.
"You can read the letter if you want to." She put her hand to her breast again, but Matilda shook her head.
[Sidenote: Grandmother"s Decision]
"If you want me to," the girl went on, "I"ll go now. Mrs. Marsh will take me in, but I"ll have to explain why I ask it. I haven"t told Alden, or his mother, and I don"t want to. I won"t bring shame upon those of my own blood if I can help it. But what I"ve had, I"ve earned, and I don"t feel indebted to you for anything, not even a single slice of bread.
That"s all."
Grandmother staggered to her feet, breathing heavily. Her face was colourless, her lips ashen grey. "Rosemary Starr," she said, with long pauses between the words, "I"ll never--speak to--you--again as--long as--I--live." Then she fell back into her chair, with her hand upon her heart.
"Very well, Grandmother," Rosemary returned, shrugging her shoulders.
"You"ll have to do as you like about that."
By supper-time the household was calm again--upon the surface. True to her word, Grandmother refused to communicate directly with Rosemary. She treated the girl as she might a piece of furniture--unworthy of attention except in times of actual use.
She conveyed her wishes through Matilda, as a sort of human telephone.
"Matilda," she would say, "will you ask Rosemary to fill the tea-pot with hot water?" And, again: "Matilda, will you tell Rosemary to put out the milk pitcher and to lock the back door?" It was not necessary; however, for Matilda to tell Rosemary. The girl accepted the requests as though they had been given directly--with her head held high and the faintest shadow of an ironical smile upon her face.
[Sidenote: Left in the Dark]
After supper, while Rosemary was washing the dishes, Grandmother took the lamp. She was half-way to the door when Matilda inquired: "Where are you goin", Ma?"
"I"m goin" up to my room, to set and read a spell."
"But--but the lamp?"
"I need it to read by," Grandmother announced, with considerable asperity, "and you don"t need to hunt around for no more lamps, neither.
I"ve got "em all put away."
"But," Matilda objected; "me and Rosemary----."
"You and Rosemary! Humph! You can set in the dark or anywhere else you please." With that she slammed the door and was gone. Rosemary came in, after a little, humming to herself with an a.s.sumed cheerfulness she was far from feeling. Then she went out into the kitchen and came back with a match. The feeble flicker of it revealed only Aunt Matilda--and no lamp.
"Where"s Grandmother?" asked Rosemary, in astonishment. "And what has become of the lamp?"
"She"s gone up to her room and she"s took the lamp with her," Matilda laughed, hysterically.
[Sidenote: Aunt Matilda"s Troubles]
Rosemary brought in the candle from the kitchen. As it happened, it was the last candle and was nearly gone, but it would burn for an hour or two.
"I"m sorry, Aunt Matilda," said Rosemary, kindly, "if you want to read, or anything----."
"I don"t," she interrupted. "I"d like to sit and talk a spell. I don"t know as we need the candle. If she should happen to come back, she"d be mad. She said she"d put away the lamps, and I reckon she"d have took the candle, too, if she"d thought."
"Very well," answered Rosemary, blowing out the candle. "I"m not afraid of the dark." Moreover, it was not the general policy of the household to ruffle Grandmother"s temper unnecessarily.
"Rosemary," said Aunt Matilda, a little later; "Ma"s a hard woman--she always has been."
"Yes," the girl agreed, listlessly.
"I ain"t never said much, but I"ve had my own troubles. I"ve tried to bear "em patiently, but sometimes I ain"t been patient--she"s always made me feel so ugly."
Rosemary said nothing, but she felt a strange softening of her heart toward Aunt Matilda. "I don"t know as you"ll believe me," the older woman went on after a pause, "but I never knew nothin" about that money."
[Sidenote: Pity for Aunt Matilda]
"I know you didn"t, Aunt Matilda. It"s behind a loose brick in the chimney, in the attic, on the right-hand side. You have to stand on a chair to reach it. If you want any of it, go and help yourself. It"s mine, and you"re welcome to it, as far as I"m concerned."
"I don"t know what I"d want," returned Matilda, gloomily. "I ain"t never had nothin", and I"ve sort of got out of the habit. I did used to think that if it ever come my way, I"d like a white straw hat with red roses on it, but I"m too old for it now."
Tears of pity filled Rosemary"s eyes and a lump rose in her throat. Aunt Matilda"s deprivations had been as many as her own, and had extended over a much longer period. The way of escape was open for Rosemary, but the older woman must go on, hopelessly, until the end.
"It was sixteen years ago to-night," said Aunt Matilda, dreamily, "that the minister come to call."
"Was it?" asked Rosemary. She did not know what else to say.
"I thought maybe you"d remember it, but I guess you was too little. You was only nine, and you used to go to bed at half-past seven. It was five minutes of eight when he come."
[Sidenote: The Minister Asks to Call]
"Was it?" asked Rosemary, again.
"Yes. Don"t you remember hearin" the door bell ring?"
"No--I must have been asleep."
"Children go to sleep awful quick. It was five minutes of eight when he come."
"Were you expecting him?"
"No, I wasn"t. He"d said to me once, on the way out of church after Sunday-school: "Miss Matilda, I must be comin" over to see you some one of these pleasant evenings, with your kind permission," Just like that, he says, "with your kind permission," I was so fl.u.s.tered I couldn"t say much, but I did manage to tell him that Ma and me would be pleased to see him any time, and what do you suppose he said?"
"I don"t know," answered Rosemary.
"He said: "It"s you I"m comin" to see--not your Ma," Just like that--"It"s you!"" Her voice had a new note in it--a strange thrill of tenderness.
"And so," she went on, after a pause, "he come. I was wearin" my brown alpaca that I"d just finished. I"d tried it on after supper to see if it was all right, and it was, so I kept on wearin" it, though Ma was tellin" me all the time to take it off. Her and me had just cleaned the parlour that day. It couldn"t have happened better. And when the bell rang, I went to the door myself."
[Sidenote: The Greetings]