"You"d better give the pigs some shorts," said Amanda, abruptly. "I sha"n"t bile any taters, to-night."
She walked into the house; and as Caleb watched her, it crossed his mind that she looked very tall. He had always thought of her as a little body.
Amanda set her lips, and went about her work. From time to time, she smiled mechanically at her mother; and the old lady, forgetful of her grief now that she was no longer reproached by the empty s.p.a.ce on, the wall, sat content and sleepy after her emotion. She was willing to go to bed early; and when Amanda heard her breathing peacefully, she sat down by the kitchen window to wait. The dusk came slowly, and the whippoorwill sang from the deep woods behind the house.
That night at ten o"clock, Caleb Rivers was walking stolidly along the country road, when his ear became aware of a strangely familiar sound,--a steadily recurrent creak. It was advancing, though intermittently. Sometimes it ceased altogether, as if the machinery stopped to rest, and again it began fast and shrill. He rounded a bend of the road, and came full upon a remarkable vision. Approaching him was a wheelbarrow, with a long object balanced across it, and, wheeling it, walked a woman. Caleb was nearly opposite her before his brain translated the scene. Then he stopped short and opened his lips.
""Mandy," he cried, "what under the heavens be you a-doin"?"
But Amanda did not pause. Whatever emotion the meeting caused in her was swiftly vanquished, and she wheeled on. Caleb turned and walked by her side. When he had recovered sufficiently from his surprise, he laid a hand upon her wrist.
"You set it down, an" let me wheel a spell," he said.
But Amanda"s small hands only grasped the handles more tightly, and she went on. Caleb had never in his life seen a necessity for pa.s.sionate remonstrance, but now the moment had come.
""Mandy," he kept repeating, at every step, "you give me holt o" them handles! Why, "Mandy, I should think you was crazy!"
At length, Amanda dropped the handles with a jerk, and turning about, sat down on the edge of the wheelbarrow, evidently to keep the right of possession. Then she began to speak in a high, strained voice, that echoed sharply through the country stillness.
"If you"ve got to know, I"ll tell you, an" you can be a witness, if you want to. It won"t do no hurt in a court o" law, because I shall tell myself. I"ve gone an" got our clock an" our coverlids from where they were stored in the Blaisdells" barn. The man"s got his money, an" I"ve took our things. That"s all I"ve done, an" anybody can know it that"s a mind to."
Then she rose, lifted the handles, and went on, panting. Caleb walked by her side.
"But you ain"t afraid o" me, "Mandy?" he said, imploringly. "Jest you let me wheel it, an" I won"t say a word if I never set eyes on you ag"in. Jest you let me wheel, "Mandy."
"There ain"t anybody goin" to touch a finger to it but me," said Amanda, shortly. "If anybody"s got to be sent to jail for it, it"ll be me. I can"t talk no more. I "ain"t got any breath to spare."
But the silence of years had been broken, and Caleb kept on.
"Why, I was goin" over to Blaisdell"s myself to buy "em back. Here"s my wallet an" my bank-book. Don"t that prove it? I was goin" to pay any price he asked. I set an" mulled over it all the evenin". It got late, an" then I started. It al"ays has took me a good long spell to make up my mind to things. I wa"n"t to blame this arternoon because I couldn"t tell what was best to do all of a whew!"
At the beginning of this revelation, Amanda"s shoulders twitched eloquently, but she said nothing. She reached the gate of the farmyard, and wheeled in, panting painfully as she ascended the rise of the gra.s.sy driveway. She toiled round to the back door; and then Caleb saw that she had prepared for her return by leaving the doors of the cellar-case open, and laying down a board over the steps. She turned the wheelbarrow to descend; and Caleb, seeing his opportunity, ran before to hold back its weight. Amanda did not prevent him; she had no breath left for remonstrance. When the clock was safely in the cellar, she went up the steps again, hooked the bulkhead door, and turned, even in the darkness, unerringly to the flight of stairs.
"You wait till I open the door into the kitchen," she said. "There"s a light up there."
And Caleb plodded up the stairs after her with his head down, amazed and sorrowful.
"You can stay here," said Amanda, opening the outside door without looking at him. "I"m goin" back to Cap"n Blaisdell"s."
She hurried out into the moonlit path across lots, and Caleb followed.
They entered the yard, and Amanda walked up to the window belonging to the best bedroom. It was wide open, and she rapped on it loudly, and then turned her back.
"h.e.l.lo!" came a sleepy voice from within.
"I"ve got to speak to you," called Amanda. "You needn"t get up. Be you awake?"
"I guess so," said the voice, this time several feet nearer the window.
"What"s up?"
"I"ve been over an" got our clock an" the rest of our things," said Amanda, steadily. "An", you"ve got your money. I"ve carried the things home an" fastened "em up. They"re down cellar under the arch, an" I"m goin" to set over "em till I drop afore anybody lays a finger on "em again. An" you can go to law if you"re a mind to; _but I"ve got our things_!"
There was a silence. Amanda felt that the stranger"s eyes were fastened upon her back, and she tried not to tremble. Caleb knew they were, for he and the man faced each other.
"Well, now, you know you"ve as good as stole my property," began Chapman; but at that instant, Caleb"s voice broke roughly upon the air.
"You say that ag"in," said he, "an" I"ll horsewhip you within an inch of your life. You touch them things ag"in, an" I"ll break every bone in your body. I dunno whose they be, accordin" to rights, but by gum!--"
and he stopped, for words will fail where a resolute heart need not.
There was again a silence, and the stranger spoke: "Well, well!" he said, good-naturedly. "I guess we"ll have to call it square. I don"t often do business this way; but if you"ll let me alone, I"ll let you alone. Good luck to you!"
Amanda"s heart melted. "You"re real good!" she cried, and turned impulsively; but when she faced the white-shirted form at the window, she e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed, "Oh, my!" and fled precipitately round the corner of the house.
Side by side, the two took their way across lots again. Amanda was shaking all over, with weariness and emotion spent. Suddenly a strange sound at her side startled her into scrutiny of Caleb"s face.
"Why, Caleb Rivers!" she exclaimed, in amazement, "you ain"t cryin"?"
"I dunno what I"m doin"," said Caleb, brushing off two big tears with his jumper sleeve, "an" I don"t much care. It ain"t your harnessin" for yourself an" feedin" the pigs, an" my not comin" Sat.u.r.day night, but it"s seein" you wheelin" that great thing all alone. An" you"re so little, "Mandy! I never thought much o" myself, an" it al"ays seemed kind o" queer you could think anything _of_ me; but I al"ays s"posed you"d let me do the heft o" the work, an" not cast me off!"
"I "ain"t cast you off, Caleb," said Amanda, faintly, and in spite of herself her slender figure turned slightly but still gratefully toward him. And that instant, for the first time in all their lives, Caleb"s arms were upholding her, and Amanda had received her crown. Caleb had kissed her.
"Say, "Mandy," said he, when they parted, an hour later, by the syringa bush at the back door, "the world won"t come to an end if you don"t iron of a Tuesday. I was thinkin" we could ketch Pa.s.son True about ten o"clock better"n we could in the arternoon."
JOINT OWNERS IN SPAIN.
The Old Ladies" Home, much to the sorrow of its inmates, "set back from the road." A long, box-bordered walk led from the great door down to the old turnpike, and thickly bowering lilac-bushes forced the eye to play an unsatisfied hide-and-seek with the view. The sequestered old ladies were quite unreconciled to their leaf-hung outlook; active life was presumably over for them, and all the more did they long to "see the pa.s.sing" of the little world which had usurped their places. The house itself was very old, a stately, square structure, with pillars on either side of the door, and a fanlight above. It had remained unpainted now for many years, and had softened into a mellow lichen-gray, so harmonious and pleasing in the midst of summer"s vital green, that the few artists who ever heard of Tiverton sought it out, to plant umbrella and easel in the garden, and sketch the stately relic; photographers, also, made it one of their accustomed haunts. Of the artists the old ladies disapproved, without a dissenting voice. It seemed a "shaller" proceeding to sit out there in the hot sun for no result save a wash of unreal colors on a white ground, or a few hasty lines indicating no solid reality; but the photographers were their constant delight, and they rejoiced in forming themselves into groups upon, the green, to be "took" and carried away with the house.
One royal winter"s day, there was a directors" meeting in the great south room, the matron"s parlor, a sprat bearing the happy charm of perfect loyalty to the past, with its great fireplace, iron dogs and crane, its settle and entrancing corner cupboards. The hard-working president of the board was speaking hastily and from a full heart, conscious that another instant"s discussion might bring the tears to her eyes:--
"May I be allowed to say--it"s irrelevant, I know, but I should like the satisfaction of saying it--that this is enough to make one vow never to have anything to do with an inst.i.tution of any sort, from this time forth for evermore?"
For the moment had apparently come when a chronic annoyance must be recognized as unendurable. They had borne with the trial, inmates and directors, quite as cheerfully as most ordinary people accept the inevitable; but suddenly the tension had become too great, and the universal patience snapped. Two of the old ladies, Mrs. Blair and Miss Dyer, who were settled in the Home for life, and who, before going there, had shown no special waywardness of temper, had proved utterly incapable of living in peace with any available human being; and as the Home had insufficient accommodations, neither could be isolated to fight her "black b.u.t.terflies" alone. No inmate, though she were cousin to Hercules, could be given a room to herself; and the effect of this dual system on these two, possibly the most eccentric of the number, had proved disastrous in the extreme. Each had, in her own favorite fashion, "kicked over the traces," as the matron"s son said in town-meeting (much to the joy of the village fathers), and to such purpose that, to continue the light-minded simile, very little harness was left to guide them withal. Mrs. Blair, being "high sperited," like all the c.o.xes from whom she sprung, had now so tyrannized over the last of her series of room-mates, so browbeaten and intimidated her, that the latter had actually taken to her bed with a slow-fever of discouragement, announcing that "she"d rather go to the poor-farm and done with it than resk her life there another night; and she"d like to know what had become of that hunderd dollars her nephew Thomas paid down in bills to get her into the Home, for she"d be thankful to them that laid it away so antic to hand it back afore another night went over her head, so"t she could board somewheres decent till "twas gone, and then starve if she"d got to!"
If Miss Sarah Ann Dyer, known also as a disturber of the public peace, presented a less aggressive front to her kind, she was yet, in her own way, a cross and a hindrance to their spiritual growth. She, poor woman, lived in a scarcely varying state of hurt feeling; her tiny world seemed to her one close federation, existing for the sole purpose of infringing on her personal rights; and though she would not take the initiative in battle, she lifted up her voice in aggrieved lamentation over the tragic incidents decreed for her alone. She had perhaps never directly reproached her own unhappy room-mate for selecting a comfortable chair, for wearing squeaking shoes, or singing "Hearken, ye sprightly," somewhat early in the morning, but she chanted those ills through all her waking hours in a high, yet husky tone, broken by frequent sobs. And therefore, as a result of these domestic whirlwinds and too stagnant pools, came the directors" meeting, and the helpless protest of the exasperated president. The two cases were discussed for an hour longer, in the dreary fashion pertaining to a question which has long been supposed to have but one side; and then it remained for Mrs. Mitch.e.l.l, the new director, to cut the knot with the energy of one to whom a difficulty is fresh.
"Has it ever occurred to you to put them together?" asked she. "They are impossible people; so, naturally, you have selected the very mildest and most Christian women to endure their nagging. They can"t live with the saints of the earth. Experience has proved that. Put them into one room, and let them fight it out together."
The motion was pa.s.sed with something of that awe ever attending a Napoleonic decree, and pa.s.sed, too, with the utmost good-breeding; for n.o.body mentioned the Kilkenny cats. The matron compressed her lips and lifted her brows, but said nothing; having exhausted her own resources, she was the more willing to take the superior att.i.tude of good-natured scepticism.
The moving was speedily accomplished; and at ten o"clock, one morning, Mrs. Blair was ushered into the room where her forced colleague sat by the window, knitting. There the two were left alone. Miss Dyer looked up, and then heaved a tempestuous sigh over her work, in the manner of one not entirely surprised by its advent, but willing to suppress it, if such alleviation might be. She was a thin, colorless woman, and infinitely pa.s.sive, save at those times when her nervous system conflicted with the scheme of the universe. Not so Mrs. Blair. She had black eyes, "like live coals," said her awed a.s.sociates; and her skin was soft and white, albeit wrinkled. One could even believe she had reigned a beauty, as the tradition of the house declared. This morning, she held her head higher than ever, and disdained expression except that of an occasional nasal snort. She regarded the room with the air of an impartial though exacting critic; two little beds covered with rising-sun quilts, two little pine bureaus, two washstands. The sunshine lay upon the floor, and in that radiant pathway Miss Dyer sat.
"If I"d ha" thought I should ha" come to this," began Mrs. Blair, in the voice of one who speaks perforce after long sufferance, "I"d ha"
died in my tracks afore I"d left my comfortable home down in Tiverton Holler. Story-"n"-a-half house, a good sullar, an" woods nigh-by full o" sarsaparilla an" goldthread! I"ve moved more times in this G.o.d-forsaken place than a Methodist preacher, fust one room an" then another; an" bad is the best. It was poor pickin"s enough afore, but this is the crowner!"
Miss Dyer said nothing, but two large tears rolled down and dropped on her work. Mrs. Blair followed their course with gleaming eyes endowed with such uncomfortable activity that they seemed to pounce with every glance.