brought it home, tickled to death because she"d been so smart. Some o"
this come out at the time, an" some wa"n"t known till arterwards; the hired man told some, an" a good deal the neighbors see themselves. An"
I"ll be whipped if "Mandy herself didn"t tell the heft on"t arter "twas all over. She wa"n"t more"n half baked in a good many things. It got round somehow that the pocket-book was comin", an" when, I see "Mandy walkin" home that arternoon, I ketched up my shawl an" run in behind her, to borrer some yeast. n.o.body thought anything o" birthdays in our neighborhood, an" mebbe that made it seem a good deal more "n "twas; but when I got in there, I vow I was sorry I come. There set Josh by the kitchen table, sort o" red an" pleased, with his old pocket-book open afore him, an" he was puttin" all his bills an" papers into the new one, an" sayin", every other word,--
""Why, "Mandy, I never see your beat! Ain"t this a nice one, Lyddy?"
"An" "Mandy was b"ilin" over with pride, an" she stood there takin" off her cloud; she"d been in such a hurry to give it to him she hadn"t even got her things off fust. Lyddy stood by the cupboard, lookin" straight at the gla.s.s spoon-holder. I thought arterwards I didn"t b"lieve she see it; an" if she did, I guess she never forgot it.
""Yes, it"s a real nice one," says I.
"I had to say suthin", but in a minute, I was most scairt. Lyddy turned round, in a kind of a flash; her face blazed all over red, an" her eyes kind o" went through me. She stepped up to the table, an" took up the old pocket-book.
""You"ve got a new one," says she. "May I have this?"
""Course you may," says he.
"He didn"t look up to see her face, an" her voice was so soft an"
still, I guess he never thought nothin" of it. Then she held the pocket-book up tight ag"inst her dress waist an" walked off into the bedroom. I al"ays thought she never knew I was there. An" arterwards it come out that that old pocket-book was one she"d bought for him afore they was married,--earned it bindin" shoes."
"_"Twas_ kind o" hard," owned Mrs. Niles, bending forward, and, with hands clasped over her knees, peering into the coals for data regarding her own marital experiences. "But if "twas all wore out--did you say "twas wore?--well, then I dunno"s you could expect him to set by it.
An" "twa"n"t as if he"d give it away; they"d got it between "em."
"I dunno; it"s all dark to me," owned Sally Flint. "I guess "twould puzzle a saint to explain men-folks, anyway, but I"ve al"ays thought they was sort o" numb about some things. Anyway, Josh Marden was. Well, things went on that way till the fust part o" the summer, an" then they come to a turnin"-p"int. I s"pose they"d got to, some time, an" it might jest as well ha" been fust as last. Lyddy Ann was pretty miserable, an" she"d been dosin" with thoroughwort an" what all when anybody told her to; but I al"ays thought she never cared a mite whether she lived to see another spring. The day I"m comin" to, she was standin" over the fire fryin" fish, an" "Mandy was sort o" fiddlin"
round, settin" the table, an" not doin" much of anything arter all. I dunno how she come to be so aggravatin", for she was al"ays ready to do her part, if she _had_ come between husband an" wife. You know how hard it is to git a fish dinner! Well, Lyddy Ann was tired enough, anyway.
An" when Josh come in, "Mandy she took a cinnamon-rose out of her dress, an" offered it to him.
""Here"s a flower for your b.u.t.ton-hole," says she, as if she wa"n"t more "n sixteen. An" then she set down in a chair, an" fanned herself with a newspaper.
"Now that chair happened to be Lyddy Ann"s at the table, an" she see what was bein" done. She turned right round, with the fish-platter in her hand, an" says she, in an awful kind of a voice,--
""You git up out o" my chair! You"ve took my husband away, but you sha"n"t take my place at the table!"
"The hired man was there, washin" his hands at the sink, an" he told it to me jest as it happened. Well, I guess they all thought they was struck by lightnin", an" Lyddy Ann most of all. Josh he come to, fust.
He walked over to Lyddy Ann.
""You put down that platter!" says he. An" she begun to tremble, an"
set it down.
"I guess they thought there was goin" to be murder done, for "Mandy busted right out cryin" an" come runnin" over to me, an" the hired man took a step an" stood side o" Lyddy Ann. He was a little mite of a man, Cyrus was, but he wouldn"t ha" stood no violence.
"Josh opened the door that went into the front entry, an" jest p"inted.
"You walk in there," he says, "an" you stay there. That"s your half o"
the house, an" this is mine. Don"t you dast to darken my doors!"
"Lyddy Ann she walked through the entry an" into the fore-room, an" he shet the door."
"I wouldn"t ha" done it!" snorted old Mrs. Page, who had spent all her property in lawsuits over a right of way. "Ketch me!"
"You would if you"d "a" been Lyddy Ann!" said Sally Flint, with an emphatic nod. Then she continued: "I hadn"t more"n heard "Mandy"s story afore I was over there; but jest as I put my foot on the door-sill, Josh he come for"ard to meet me.
""What"s wanted?" says he. An" I declare for"t I was so scairt I jest turned round an" cut for home. An" there set "Mandy, wringin" her hands.
""What be I goin" to do?" says she, over "n" over. "Who ever"d ha"
thought o" this?"
""The thing for you to do," says I, "is to go, straight home to your mother, an" I"ll harness up an" carry you. Don"t you step your foot inside that house ag"in. Maybe ma"am will go over an" pack up your things. You"ve made mischief enough." So we got her off that arter-noon, an" that was an end of _her_.
"I never could see what made Josh think so quick that day. We never thought he was brighter "n common; but jest see how in that flash o"
bein" mad with Lyddy Ann he"d planned out what would be most wormwood for her! He gi"n her the half o" the house she"d furnished herself with hair-cloth chairs an" a whatnot, but "twa"n"t the part that was fit to be lived in. She stayed pretty close for three or four days, an" I guess she never had nothin" to eat. It made me kind o" sick to think of her in there settin" on her hair-cloth sofy, an" lookin" at her wax flowers an" the coral on the what-not, an" thinkin" what end she"d made. It was of a Monday she was sent in there, an" Tuesday night I slipped over an" put some luncheon on the winder-sill; but "twas there the next day, an" Cyrus see the old crower fly up an" git it. An" that same Tuesday mornin", Josh had a j"iner come an" begin a part.i.tion right straight through the house. It was all rough boards, like a high fence, an" it cut the front entry in two, an" went right through the kitchen--so"t the kitchen stove was one side on"t, an" the sink the other. Lyddy Ann"s side had the stove. I was glad o" that, though I s"pose she "most had a fit every day to think o" him tryin" to cook over the airtight in the settin"-room. Seemed kind o" queer to go to the front door, too, for you had to open it wide an" squeeze round the part.i.tion to git into Lyddy Ann"s part, an" a little mite of a crack would let you into Josh"s. But they didn"t have many callers. It was a good long while afore anybody dared to say a word to her; an" as for Josh, there wa"n"t n.o.body that cared about seein" him but the tax-collector an" pedlers.
"Well, the trouble Josh took to carry out that mad fit! He split wood an" laid it down at Lyddy Ann"s door, an" he divided the eggs an" milk, an" shoved her half inside. He bought her a separate barrel o" flour, an" all the groceries he could think on; they said he laid money on her winder-sill. But, take it all together, he was so busy actin" like a crazed one that he never got his "taters dug till "most time for the frost. Lyddy Ann she never showed her head among the neighbors ag"in.
When she see she"d got to stay there, she begun to cook for herself; but one day, one o" the neighbors heard her pleadin" with Josh, out in the cow-yard, while he was milkin".
""O Joshuay," she kep" a-sayin" over "n" over, "you needn"t take me back, if you"ll on"y let me do your work! You needn"t speak to me, an"
I"ll live in the other part; but I shall be crazy if you don"t let me do your work. O Joshuay! O Joshuay!" She cried an" cried as if her heart would break, but Josh went on milkin", an" never said a word.
"I s"pose she thought he"d let her, the old hunks, for the next day, she baked some pies an" set "em on the table in his part. She reached in through the winder to do it. But that night, when Josh come home, he hove "em all out into the back yard, an" the biddies eat "em up. The last time I was there, I see them very pieces o" pie-plate, white an"
blue-edged, under the syringa bush. Then she kind o" give up hope. I guess--But no! I"m gittin" ahead o" my story. She did try him once more. Of course his rooms got to lookin" like a hog"s nest--"
"My! I guess when she see him doin" his own washin", she thought the pocket-book was a small affair," interpolated Mrs. Niles.
"She used to go round peerin" into his winders when he wa"n"t there, an" one day, arter he"d gone off to trade some steers, she jest s.p.u.n.ked up courage an" went in an" cleaned all up. I see the bed airin", an"
went over an" ketched her at it. She hadn"t more"n got through an"
stepped outside when Josh come home, an" what should he do but take the wheelbarrer an", beat out as he was drivin" oxen five mile, go down to the gravel-pit an" get a barrerful o" gravel. He wheeled it up to the side door, an" put a plank over the steps, an" wheeled it right in. An"
then he dumped it in the middle o" his clean floor. That was the last o" her tryin" to do for him on the sly.
"I should ha" had some patience with him if "twa"n"t for one thing he done to spite her. Seemed as if he meant to shame her that way afore the whole neighborhood. He wouldn"t speak to her himself, but he sent a painter by trade to tell her he was goin" to paint the house, an" to ask her what color she"d ruther have. The painter said she acted sort o" wild, she was so pleased. She told him yaller; an" Josh had him go right to work on"t next day. But he had her half painted yaller, an"
his a kind of a drab, I guess you"d call it. He sold a piece o" ma"sh to pay for"t. Dr. Parks said you might as well kill a woman with a hatchet, as the man did down to Sudleigh, as put her through such treatment. My! ain"t it growin" late? Here, let me set back by the winder. I want to see who goes by, to-day. An" I"ll cut my story short.
"Well, they lived jest that way. Lyddy Ann she looked like an old woman, in a month or two. She looked every minute as old as you do, Mis" Gridley. Ain"t you sixty-nine? Well, she wa"n"t but thirty-six.
Her hair turned gray, an" she was all stooped over. Sometimes I thought she wa"n"t jest right. I used to go in to see if she"d go coltsfootin"
with me, or plummin"; but she never"d make me no answer. I recollect two things she said. One day, she set rockin" back"ards an" for"ards in a straight chair, holdin" her hands round her knees, an" she says,--
""I "ain"t got no pride, Sally Flint! I "ain"t got no pride!"
"An" once she looked up kind o" pitiful an" says, "Ain"t it queer I can"t die?" But, poor creatur", I never thought she knew what she was sayin". She"d ha" been the last one to own she wa"n"t contented if she"d had any gover"ment over her words.
"Well, Josh he"d turned the hired man away because he couldn"t do for him over the airtight stove, an" he got men to help him by days" works.
An" through the winter, he jest set over the fire an" sucked his claws, an" thought how smart he was. But one day "twas awful cold, an" we"d been tryin" out lard, an" the fat ketched fire, an" everything was all up in arms, anyway. Cyrus he was goin" by Josh"s, an" he didn"t see no smoke from the settin"-room stove. So he jest went to the side door an"
walked in, an" there set Josh in the middle o" the room. Couldn"t move hand nor foot! Cyrus didn"t stop for no words, but he run over to our house, hollerin", "Josh Harden"s got a stroke!" An" ma"am left the stove all over fat an" run, an" I arter her, I guess Lyddy Ann must ha"
seen us comin", for we hadn"t more"n got into the settin"-room afore she was there. The place was cold as a barn, an" it looked like a hurrah"s nest. Josh never moved, but his eyes follered her when she went into the bedroom to spread up the bed.
""You help me, Cyrus," says she, kind, o" twittery-like, but calm.
"We"ll carry him in here. I can lift."
"But our men-folks got there jest about as they was tryin" to plan how to take him, an" they h"isted him onto the bed. Cyrus harnessed up our horse an" went after Dr. Parks, an" by the time he come, we"d got the room so"s to look decent. An"--if you"ll b"lieve it! Lyddy Ann was in the bedroom tryin" to warm Josh up an" make him take some hot drink; but when I begun to sweep up, an" swop towards that gravel-pile in the middle o" the floor, she come hurryin" up, all out o" breath. She ketched the broom right out o" my hand.
"I"ll sweep, byme-by," says she. "Don"t you touch that gravel, none on ye!" An" so the gravel laid there, an" we walked round it, watchers an"
all.