"It wasn"t so bad as if it had been alive," comforted Marjorie, "they couldn"t hurt it. And it was in Heaven before they ran away with the body. But I don"t wonder the poor mother was half frantic."
"Poor Susannah, she used to talk about it as long as she lived."
"Was she a slave?"
"Of course, but we were good to her and took care of her till she died.
My father gave her to me when I was married. That was years and years and _years_ before we came to this state. I was fifteen when I was married--"
"_Fifteen_," Marjorie almost shouted. That was queerer than having so many step-mothers.
"And my husband had four children, and Lucilla was just my age, the oldest, she was in my cla.s.s at school. But we got on together and kept house together till she married and went away. Yes, I"ve had things happen to me. People called it our golden wedding when we"d been married fifty years, and then he died, the next year, and I"ve lived with my children since. I"ve had my ups and downs as you"ll have if you live to be most a hundred."
"You"ve had some _ups_ as well as downs," said Marjorie.
"Yes, I"ve had some good times, but not many, not many."
Marjorie answered indignantly: "I think you have good times now, you have a good home and everybody is kind to you."
"Yes, but I can"t see and Hepsie don"t talk much."
"This afternoon as I was coming along I saw an old hunch-backed woman raking sticks together to make a bonfire in a field, don"t you think she had a hard time?"
"Perhaps she liked to; I don"t believe anybody made her, and she could _see_ the bonfire."
Marjorie"s eyes were pitiful; it must be hard to be blind.
"Shall I read to you now?" she asked hurriedly.
"How is the fire? Isn"t it most time to put the kettle on? I shan"t sleep a wink if I don"t have hasty pudding to-night and I don"t like it _raw_, either."
"It shan"t be raw," laughed Marjorie, springing up. "I"ll see to the fire and fill the kettle and then I"ll read to you."
The old lady fumbled at her work till Marjorie came back to her with the family Bible in her hands.
She laid the Bible on the table and moved her chair to the table.
"Where shall I read?"
"About Jacob and all his children and all his troubles, I never get tired of that. He said few and evil had been his days and he was more than most a hundred."
"Well," said Marjorie, lingering over the word and slowly turning back to Genesis. She had opened to John, she wanted to read to the grumbling old heart that was "afraid" some of the comforting words of Jesus: "Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid."
"Begin about Jacob and read right on."
With a voice that could not entirely conceal her disappointment, she "began about Jacob and read right on" until Mrs. Rheid"s light step touched the plank at the kitchen door. There was a quiet joyfulness in her face, but she did not say one word; she bent over to kiss Marjorie as she pa.s.sed her, hung up her gingham sun-bonnet, and as the tea kettle was singing, poured the boiling water into an iron pot, scattered a handful of salt in it and went to the cupboard for the Indian meal.
"I"ll stir," said Marjorie, looking around at the old lady and discovering her head dropped towards one side and the knitting aslant in her fingers.
"The pudding stick is on the shelf next to the tin porringer," explained Mrs. Rheid.
Marjorie moved to the stove and stood a moment holding the wooden pudding stick in her hand.
"You may tell Hollis," said Hollis" mother, slowly dropping the meal into the boiling water, "that I have found peace, at last."
Majorie"s eyes gave a quick leap.
"Peace in _believing_--there is no peace anywhere else," she added.
XII.
A BUDGET OF LETTERS.
"The flowers have with the swallows fled, And silent is the cricket; The red leaf rustles overhead, The brown leaves fill the thicket
"With frost and storm comes slowly on The year"s long wintry night time."--_J. T. Trowbridge_
"_New York, Nov_. 21, 18--.
"MY DARLING MARJORIE:
"You know I hate to write letters, and I do not believe I should have begun this this evening if Miss Prudence had not made me. She looks at me with her eyes and then I am _made_. I am to be two weeks writing this, so it is a journal. To think I have been at school two years and am beginning a third year. And to think I am really nineteen years old. And you are sixteen, aren"t you? Almost as old as I was when I first came.
But your turn is coming, poor dear! Miss Prudence says I may go home and be married next summer, if I can"t find anything better to do, and Will says I can"t. And I shouldn"t wonder if we go to Europe on our wedding tour. That sounds grand, doesn"t it? But it only means that Captain Will Rheid will take his wife with him if the owners" do not object too strongly, and if they do, the captain says he will let the _Linnet_ find another master; but I don"t believe he will, or that anybody will object.
That little cabin is just large enough for two of us to turn around in, or we would take you. Just wait till Will has command of a big East Indiaman and you shall go all around the world with us. We are in our snuggery this evening, as usual. I think you must know it as well as I do by this time. The lovely white bed in the alcove, the three windows with lace curtains dropping to the floor, the grate with its soft, bright fire, the round table under the chandelier, with Miss Prudence writing letters and I always writing, studying, or mending. Sometimes we do not speak for an hour. Now my study hours are over and I"ve eaten three Graham wafers to sustain my sinking spirits while I try to fill this sheet. Somehow I can think of enough to say--how I would talk to you if you were in that little rocker over in the corner. But I think you would move it nearer, and you would want to do some of the talking yourself. I haven"t distinguished myself in anything, I have not taken one prize, my composition has never once been marked T. B. R, _to be read_; to be read aloud, that is; and I have never done anything but to try to be perfect in every recitation and to be ladylike in deportment. I am always asked to sing, but any bird can sing. I was discouraged last night and had a crying time down here on the rug before the grate. Miss Prudence had gone to hear Wendell Phillips, with one of the boarders, so I had a good long time to cry my cry out all by myself. But it was not all out when she came, I was still floating around in my own briny drops, so, of course, she would know the cause of the small rain storm I was drenched in, and I had to stammer out that--I--hadn"t--improved--my time and--I knew she was ashamed of me--and sorry she--had tried to--make anything out of me. And then she laughed. You never heard her laugh like that--nor any one else.
I began to laugh as hard as I had been crying. And, after that, we talked till midnight. She said lovely things. I wish I knew how to write them, but if you want to hear them just have a crying time and she will say them all to you. Only you can never get discouraged. She began by asking somewhat severely: "Whose life do you want to live?" And I was frightened and said, "My own, of course," that I wouldn"t be anybody else for anything, not even Helen Rheid, or you. And she said that my training had been the best thing for my own life, that I had fulfilled all her expectations (not gone beyond them), and she knew just what I could do and could not do when she brought me here. She had educated me to be a good wife to Will, and an influence for good in my little sphere in my down-east home; she knew I would not be anything wonderful, but she had tried to help me make the most of myself and she was satisfied that I had done it. I had education enough to know that I am an ignorant thing (she didn"t say _thing_, however), and I had common sense and a loving heart.
I was not to go out into the world as a bread-winner or "on a mission,"
but I was to stay home and make a home for a good man, and to make it such a sweet, lovely home that it was to be like a little heaven. (And then I had to put my head down and cry again.) So it ended, and I felt better and got up early to write it all to Will.--There"s a knock at the door and a message for Miss Prudence.
"Later. The message was that Helen Rheid is very sick and wants her to come to sit up with her to-night. Hollis brought the word but would not come upstairs. And now I must read my chapter in the Bible and prepare to retire. Poor Helen! She was here last week one evening with Hollis, as beautiful as a picture and so full of life. She was full of plans. She and Miss Prudence are always doing something together.
"23d. Miss Prudence has not come home yet and I"m as lonesome as can be.
Coming home from school to-day I stopped to inquire about Helen and saw n.o.body but the servant who opened the door; there were three doctors upstairs then, she said, so I came away without hearing any more; that tells the whole story. I wish Hollis would come and tell me. I"ve learned my lessons and read my chapters in history and biography, and now I am tired and stupid and want to see you all. I do not like it here, in this stiff house, without Miss Prudence. Most of the boarders are gentlemen or young married ladies full of talk among themselves. Miss Prudence says she is going back to her Maple Street home when she takes you, and you and she and her old Deborah are to live alone together. She is tired of boarding and so I am, heartily tired. I am tired of school, to-night, and everything. Your letter did not come to-day, and Will"s was a short, hurried one, and I"m homesick and good-for-nothing.
"27th. I"ve been studying hard to keep up in geometry and astronomy and have not felt a bit like writing. Will has sailed for Liverpool and I shall not see him till next spring or later, for he may cross the Mediterranean, and then back to England, and n.o.body knows where else, before he comes home. It all depends upon "freights." As if freight were everything. Hollis called an hour ago and stayed awhile. Helen is no better. She scarcely speaks, but lies patient and still. He looked in at her this morning, but she did not lift her eyes. Oh, she is so young to die! And she has so much to _do_. She has not even begun to do yet. She has so much of herself to do with, she is not an ignoramus like me. Her life has been one strong, pure influence Hollis said to-night. He is sure she will get well. He says her father and mother pray for her night and day. And his Aunt Helen said such a beautiful thing yesterday. She was talking to Hollis, for she knows he loves her so much. She said something like this: (the tears were in his eyes when he told me) "I was thinking last night, as I stood looking at her, about that blood on the lintel--the blood of the lamb that was to keep the first-born safe among the children of Israel. She is our first-born and the blood of Jesus Christ is in all our thoughts while we plead for her life--for his sake--for the sake of his blood." Hollis broke down and had to go away without another word. Her life has done him good. I wish she could talk to him before she goes away, because he is not a Christian. But he is so good and thoughtful that he will _think_ now more than he ever did before. Miss Prudence stays all the time. Helen notices when she is not there and Mrs. Rheid says she can rest while Miss Prudence is in the room.
"I am such a poor stick myself, and Helen could do so much in the world; and here I am, as strong and well as can be, and she is almost dying. But I do not want to take her place. I have so much to live for--so many, I ought to say. I thought of writing a long journal letter, but I have not the heart to think of anything but Helen.
"Hollis is to start next week on his first trip as a "commercial traveller," and he is in agony at the thought of going and not knowing whether Helen will live or die. I"ll finish this in the morning, because I know you are anxious to hear from us.
"In the morning. I am all ready for school, with everything on but my gloves. I don"t half know my geometry and I shall have to copy my composition in school. It is as stupid as it can be; it is about the reign of Queen Anne. There isn"t any heart in it, because all I care about is the present--and the future. I"ll send it to you as soon as it is returned corrected. You will laugh at the mistakes and think, if you are too modest to say so, that you can do better. I pity you if you can"t. I shall stop on the way to inquire about Helen, and I am afraid to, too.
"School, Noon Recess. I met Hollis on the walk as I stood in front of Helen"s--there was no need to ask. Black and white ribbon was streaming from the bell handle. I have permission to go home. I have cried all the morning. I hope I shall find Miss Prudence there. She must be so tired and worn out. Hollis looked like a ghost and his voice shook so he could scarcely speak.
"With ever so much love to all,