AFTER ALL.
"The land o" gracious!" said Mrs. Lothrop Wilson, laying down her "drawing-in hook" on the rug stretched between two chairs in the middle of the kitchen, and getting up to look from the window. "If there ain"t Lucindy comin" out o" the Pitmans" without a thing on her head, an" all them little curls a-flyin"! An" the old Judge ain"t cold in his grave!"
"I guess the Judge won"t be troubled with cold, any to speak of, arter this," said her husband from the window, where he sat eating his forenoon lunch of apple-pie and cheese. He was a cooper, and perhaps the pleasantest moment in his day was that when he slipped out of his shop, leaving a bit of paper tacked on the door to say he was "on errands," and walked soberly home for his bite and sup. "If he ain"t good an" warm about now, then the Scriptur"s ain"t no more to be depended on than a last year"s almanac."
"Late Wilson, I"m ashamed of you," retorted his wife, looking at him with such reproof that, albeit she had no flesh to spare, she made herself a double chin. "An" he your own uncle, too! Well, he _was_ nigh, I"ll say that for him; an" if he"d had his way, the sun"d ha" riz an" set when he said the word. But Lucindy"s his only darter, an" if she don"t so much as pretend to be a mourner, I guess there ain"t n.o.body that will. There! don"t you say no more! She"s comin" in here!"
A light step sounded on the side piazza, and Lucindy came in, with a little delicate, swaying motion peculiar to her walk. She was a very slender woman, far past middle life, with a thin, smiling face, light blue eyes, shining with an eager brightness, and fine hair, which escaped from its tight twist in little spiral curls about the face.
"How do, Jane?" she said, in an even voice, stirred by a pleasant, reedy thrill. "How do, Lote?"
Lothrop pushed forward a chair, looking at her with an air of great kindliness. There was some slight resemblance between them, but the masculine type seemed entirely lacking in that bright alertness so apparent in her. Mrs. Wilson nodded, and went back to her drawing-in.
She was making a very red rose with a pink middle.
"I dunno"s I can say I"m surprised to see you, Lucindy," she began, with the duteous aspect of one forced to speak her disapproval, "for I ketched you comin" out o" the Pitmans" yard."
"Yes," said Lucindy, smiling, and plaiting her skirt between her nervous fingers. "Yes, I went in to see if they"d let me take Old Buckskin a spell to-morrow."
"What under the sun--" began Mrs. Wilson; but her husband looked at her, and she stopped. He had become so used to const.i.tuting himself Lucindy"s champion in the old Judge"s day, now just ended, that he kept an unremitting watch on any one who might threaten her peace. But Lucindy evidently guessed at the unspoken question.
"I should have come here, if I"d expected to drive," she said. "But I thought maybe your horse wa"n"t much used to women, and I kind o"
dreaded to be the first one to try him with a saddle."
Mrs. Wilson put down her hook again, and leaned back in her chair. She looked from her husband to Lucindy, without speaking. But Lucindy went on, with the innocent simplicity of a happy child.
"You know I was always possessed to ride horseback," she said, addressing herself to Lothrop, "and father never would let me. And now he ain"t here, I mean to try it, and see if "tain"t full as nice as I thought."
"Lucindy!" burst forth Mrs. Wilson, explosively, "ain"t you goin" to pay no respect to your father"s memory?"
Lucindy turned to her, smiling still, but with a hint of quizzical shrewdness about her mouth.
"I guess I ain"t called on to put myself out," she said, simply, yet not irreverently. "Father had his way in pretty much everything while he was alive. I always made up my mind if I should outlive him, I"d have all the things I wanted then, when young folks want the most. And you know then I couldn"t get "em."
"Well!" said Mrs. Wilson. Her tone spoke volumes of conflicting commentary.
"You got a saddle?" asked Lucindy, turning to her cousin. "I thought I remembered you had one laid away, up attic. I suppose you"d just as soon I"d take it?"
He was neither shocked nor amused. He had been looking at her very sadly, as one who read in every word the entire tragedy of a repressed and lonely life.
"Yes, we have, Lucindy," he said, gently, quieting his wife by a motion of the hand, "but "tain"t what you think. It"s a man"s saddle. You"d have to set straddle.
"Oh!" said Lucindy, a faint shade of disappointment clouding her face.
"Well, no matter! I guess they"ve got one down to the Mardens". Jane, should you just as soon come round this afternoon, and look over some bunnit trimmin"s with me? I took two kinds of flowers home from Miss West"s, and I can"t for my life tell which to have."
"Ain"t you goin" to wear black?" Mrs. Wilson spoke now in double italics.
"Oh, no! I don"t feel called on to do that. I always liked bright colors, and I don"t know"s "twould be real honest in me to put on mournin" when I didn"t feel it."
""Honor thy father"--" began Jane, in spite of her husband"s warning hand; but Lucindy interrupted her, with some perplexity.
"I have, Jane, I have! I honored father all my life, just as much as ever I could. I done everything he ever told me, little and big! No, though, there"s one thing I never fell in with. I did cheat him once. I don"t know but I"m sorry for that, now it"s all past and gone!"
Her cousin had been drumming absently on the window-sill, but he looked up with awakened interest. Mrs. Wilson, too, felt a wholesale curiosity, and she, at least, saw no reason for curbing it.
"What was it, Lucindy?" she asked. "The old hunks!" she repeated to herself, like an anathema.
Lucindy began her confession, with eyes down-dropped and a faltering voice.
"Father wanted I should have my hair done up tight and firm. So I pretended I done the best I could with it. I told him these curls round my face and down in my neck was too short, and I couldn"t pin "em up.
But they wa"n"t curls, and they wouldn"t ha" been short if I hadn"t cut "em. For every night, and sometimes twice a day, I curled "em on a pipe-stem."
"Ain"t them curls nat"ral, Lucindy?" cried Mrs. Wilson. "Have you been fixin" "em to blow round your face that way, all these years?"
"I begun when I was a little girl," said Lucindy, guiltily. "It did seem kind o" wrong, but I took real pleasure in it!"
Lothrop could bear no more. He wanted to wipe his eyes, but he chose instead to walk straight out of the room and down to his shop. His wife could only express a part of her amazement by demanding, in a futile sort of way,--
"Where"d you get the pipe?"
"I stole the first one from a hired man we had," said Lucindy, her cheeks growing pink. "Sometimes I had to use slate-pencils."
There was no one else to administer judgment, and Mrs. Wilson felt the necessity.
"Well," she began, "an" you can set there, tellin" that an" smilin"--"
"My smilin" don"t mean any more"n some other folks" cryin", I guess,"
said Lucindy, smiling still more broadly. "I begun that more"n thirty years ago. I looked into the gla.s.s one day, and I see the corners of my mouth were goin" down. Sharper "n, vinegar, I was! So I says to myself, "I can smile, whether or no. n.o.body can"t help that!" And I did, and now I guess I don"t know when I do it."
"Well!"
Lucindy rose suddenly and brushed her lap, as if she dusted away imaginary cares.
"There!" she exclaimed, "I"ve said more this mornin" than I have for forty year! Don"t you lead me on to talk about what"s past and gone!
The only thing is, I mean to have a good time now, what there is left of it. Some things you can"t get back, and some you can. Well, you step round this afternoon, won"t you?"
"I dunno"s I can. John"s goin" to bring Claribel up, to spend the arternoon an" stay to supper."
"Why, dear heart! that needn"t make no difference. I should admire to have her, too. I"ll show her some sh.e.l.ls and coral I found this mornin", up attic."
Lucindy had almost reached the street when she turned, as with a sudden resolution, and retraced her steps.
"Jane," she called, looking in at the kitchen window. "It"s a real bright day, pretty as any "t ever I see. Don"t you worry for fear o" my disturbin" them that"s gone, if I do try to ketch at somethin"
pleasant. If they"re wiser now, I guess they"ll be glad I had sense enough left to do it!"
That afternoon, Mrs. Wilson, in her best gingham and checked sunbonnet, took her way along the village street to the old Judge Wilson house. It was a colonial mansion, sitting austerely back in a square yard. In spite of its prosperity, everything about it wore a dreary air, as if it were tired of being too well kept; for houses are like people, and carry their own indefinable atmosphere with them. Mrs. Wilson herself lived on a narrower and more secluded street, though it was said that her husband, if he had not defied the old Judge in some crucial matter, might have studied law with him, and possibly shared his speculations in wool. Then he, too, might have risen to be one of the first men in the county, instead of working, in his moderate fashion, for little more than day"s wages. Claribel, a pale, dark-eyed child, also dressed in her best gingham, walked seriously by her grandmother"s side.
Lucindy was waiting for them at the door.