"Well, Kitty, I reckon we better be a-goin"." The doctor tapped his horse. "Be sh.o.r.e to give my love to grandma, Enoch. An" ef you"re bound to take that pill--of co"se I can"t no mo"n speculate about it at this distance, but I"d advise you to keep clear o" sours an" acids for a day or so. Don"t think, because your teeth are adjustable, thet none o" yore other functions ain"t open to salivation. _Good_-night, Enoch."
"Oh, she always looks after that, doctor. She"s mighty attentive, come to withholdin" harmful temptations. Good-bye, doctor. It"s did me good to open my mind to you a little.
"Yas," he added, looking steadily into his palm as the buggy rolled away--"yas, it"s did me good to talk to him; but I ain"t no more reconciled to you, you barefaced, high-foreheaded little roly-poly, you.
Funny how a pill thet "ain"t got a feature on earth can look me out o"
countenance the way it can, and frustrate my speech. Talk about whited sepulchures, an" ravenin" wolves! I don"t know how come I to let on thet I was feelin" puny to-night, nohow. I might"ve knew--with all them clo"es bedaubled over--though I can"t, ez the doctor says, see how me a-takin" a pill is goin" to help matters--but of co"se I wouldn"t let on to him, an" he a bachelor."
He stopped talking and felt his wrist.
"Maybe my pulse is obstropulous, an" ought to be sedated down. Reckon I"ll haf to kill that steer--or sell him, one--though I swo"e I wouldn"t. But of co"se I swo"e that in a temper, an" temp"rate vows ain"t never made "cep"in" to be repented of."
Several times during the last few minutes, while the deacon spoke, there had come to him across the garden from the kitchen the unmistakable odor of fried chicken.
He had foreseen that there would be a good supper to-night, and that the tiny globule within his palm would const.i.tute for him a prohibition concerning it.
Grandmother Gregg was one of those worthy if difficult women who never let anything interfere with her duty as she saw it magnified by the lenses of pain or temper. It usually pleased her injured mood to make waffles on wash-day, and the hen-house owed many renovations, with a reckless upsetting of nests and roosts, to one of her "splittin"
headaches." She would often wash her hair in view of impending company, although she averred that to wet her scalp never failed to bring on the "neuraligy." And her "neuraligy" in turn meant medicine for the deacon.
It was probably the doctor"s timely advice, augmented, possibly, by the potencies of the frying-pan, with a strong underlying sympathy with the worrying woman within--it was, no doubt, all these powers combined that suddenly surprised the hitherto complying husband into such unprecedented conduct that any one knowing him in his old character, and seeing him now, would have thought that he had lost his mind.
With a swift and brave fling he threw the pill far into the night. Then, in an access of energy born of internal panic, he slid nimbly from his perch and started in a steady jog-trot into the road, wiping away the tears as he went, and stammering between sobs as he stumbled over the ruts:
"No, I won"t--yas, I will, too--doggone shame, and she frettin" her life out--of co"se I will--I"ll sell "im for anything he"ll fetch--an" I"ll be a better man, yas, yas I will--but I won"t swaller another one o"
them blame--not ef I die for it."
This report, taken in long-hand by an amused listener by the road-side, is no doubt incomplete in its ejaculatory form, but it has at least the value of accuracy, so far as it goes, which may be had only from a verbatim transcript.
It was perhaps three-quarters of an hour later when Enoch entered the kitchen, wiping his face, nervous, weary, embarra.s.sed. Supper was on the table. The blue-bordered dish, heaped with side bones and second joints done to a turn, was moved to a side station, while in its accustomed place before Enoch"s plate there sat an ominous bowl of gruel. The old man did not look at the table, but he saw it all. He would have realized it with his eyes shut. Domestic history, as well as that of greater princ.i.p.alities and powers, often repeats itself.
Enoch"s fingers trembled as he came near his wife, and standing with his back to the table, began to untie a broad flat parcel that he had brought in under his arm. She paused in one of her trips between the table and stove, and regarded him askance.
"Reckon I"ll haf to light the lantern befo" I set down to eat, wife," he said, by way of introduction. "Isrul"ll be along d"rec"ly to rope that steer. I"ve done sold him." The good woman laid her dish upon the table and returned to the stove.
"Pity you hadn"t "a" sold "im day befo" yesterday. I"d "a" had a heap less pain in my shoulder-blade." She sniffed as she said it; and then she added, "That gruel ought to be e"t warm."
By this time the parcel was open. There was a brief display of colored zephyrs and gleaming card-board. Then Enoch began re-wrapping them.
"Reckon you can look these over in the morn-in", wife. They"re jest a few new cross-st.i.tch Bible texts, an" I knowed you liked Scripture motters. Where"ll I lay "em, wife, while I go out an" tend to lightin"
that lantern? I told Isrul I"d set it in the stable door so"s he could git that steer out o" the way immejate."
The proposal to lay the mottoes aside was a master-stroke.
The aggrieved wife had already begun to wipe her hands on her ap.r.o.n.
Still, she would not seem too easily appeased.
"I do hope you "ain"t gone an" turned that whole steer into perforated paper, Enoch, even ef "tis Bible-texted over."
Thus she guarded her dignity. But even as she spoke she took the parcel from his hands. This was encouragement enough. It presaged a thawing out. And after Enoch had gone out to light the lantern, it would have amused a sympathetic observer to watch her gradual melting as she looked over the mottoes:
"A VIRTUOUS WIFE IS FAR ABOVE RUBIES."
"A PRUDENT WIFE IS FROM THE LORD."
"BETTER A DINNER OF HERBS WHERE LOVE IS--"
She read them over and over. Then she laid them aside and looked at Enoch"s plate. Then she looked at the chicken-dish, and now at the bowl of gruel which she had carefully set on the back of the stove to keep warm.
"Don"t know ez it would hurt "im any ef I"d thicken that gruel up into mush. He"s took sech a distaste to soft food sense he"s got that new set."
She rose as she spoke, poured the gruel back into the pot, sifted and mixed a spoonful of meal and stirred it in. This done, she hesitated, glanced at the pile of mottoes, and reflected. Then with a sudden resolve she seized the milk-pitcher, filled a cup from it, poured the milk into the little pot of mush, hastily whipped up two eggs with some sugar, added the mixture to the pot, returned the whole to the yellow bowl, and set it in the oven to brown.
And just then Enoch came in, and approached the water-shelf.
"Don"t keer how you polish it, a bra.s.s lantern an" coal ile is like murder on a man"s hands. It will out."
He was thinking of the gruel, and putting off the evil hour. It had been his intention to boldly announce that he hadn"t taken his medicine, that he never would again unless he needed it, and, moreover, that he was going to eat his supper to-night, and always, as long as G.o.d should spare him, etc., etc., etc.
But he had no sooner found himself in the presence of long-confessed superior powers than he knew that he would never do any of these things.
His wife was thinking of the gruel too when she encouraged delay by remarking that he would better rest up a bit before eating.
"And I reckon you better soak yo" hands good. Take a pinch o" that bran out o" the safe to "em," she added, "and ef that don"t do, the Floridy water is in on my bureau."
When finally Enoch presented himself, ready for his fate, she was able to set the mush pudding, done to a fine brown, before him, and her tone was really tender as she said:
"This ain"t very hearty ef you"re hungry; but you can eat it all. There ain"t no interference in it with anything you"ve took."
The pudding was one of Enoch"s favorite dishes, but as he broke its brown surface with his spoon he felt like a hypocrite. He took one long breath, and then he blurted:
"By-the-way, wife, this reminds me, I reckon you"ll haf to fetch me another o" them pills. I dropped that one out in the gra.s.s--that is, ef you think I still stand in need of it. I feel consider"ble better"n I did when I come in this evenin"."
The good woman eyed him suspiciously a minute. Then her eyes fell upon the words "ABOVE RUBIES" lying upon the table. Reaching over, she lifted the pudding-bowl aside, took the dish of fried chicken from its sub-station, and set it before her lord.
"Better save that pudd"n" for dessert, honey, an" help yo"self to some o" that chicken, an" take a potater an" a roll, and eat a couple o" them spring onions--they"re the first we"ve had. Sence you"re a-feelin"
better, maybe it"s jest ez well thet you mislaid that pill."
The wind blows sometimes from the east in Simkinsville, as elsewhere, and there are still occasional days when the deacon betakes himself to the front gate and sits like a nineteenth-century Simon Stilites on his pillar, contemplating the open palm of his own hand, while he enriches Mrs. Frequent"s _repertoire_ of gossip by a picturesque item.
But the reverse of the picture has much of joy in it; for, in spite of her various tempers, Grandmother Gregg is a warm-hearted soul--and she loves her man. And he loves her.
Listen to him to-night, for instance, as, having finished his supper, he remarks:
"An" I"m a-goin" to see to it, from this on, thet you ain"t fretted with things ez you"ve been, ef I can help it, wife. Sometimes, the way I act, I seem like ez ef I forgit you"re all I"ve got--on earth."
"Of co"se I reelize that, Enoch," she replies. "We"re each one all the other"s got--an" that"s why I don"t spare no pains to keep you in health."