"What might you mean by that?" asked the newcomer, with some asperity.
"That ain"t no form of salutation ever I heard yet. Haven"t you a civil tongue to use, old gentleman? You"re ancient enough to have learned manners, if you"ll excuse me sayin" so."
The old man snarled again. "I"m stone deef!" he said. "I don"t hear nothin" you say, nor yet I don"t want to hear. You needn"t waste no time, fur as I"m concerned."
"Stone deef, be you?" returned the pedlar. "Well, that has its compensations, too. You wouldn"t buy anything if you had the hearin"
of ten, and now I can have the pleasure of tellin" you what I think of you. You skinny, starved old weasel, you"re about the wickedest-lookin" piece I ever set eyes on. Real old screw, you are, if ever I saw one. Pity your folks, if you"ve got any; more likely you"ve starved "em all off, though, and are skeered of dyin" yourself, fear of havin" another funeral to pay for. The Lord leaves folks like you for a warnin" to others, understand?--set up, kind of, to show how ugly a critter can be when he tries. Oh, you needn"t snarl at me. I"m enjoyin" myself real well, I tell you. There"s other ways to have a good time besides sellin", if it is my trade. Guess I"ll set down a spell, uncle, sence you _are_ so pressin"."
Uncle Pinker was almost foaming with rage by this time. He could hear no distinct words, but the insulting nature of the stranger"s speech was evident from look and gesture. He was just wondering whether his strength would suffice to throw himself on the intruder, when a new figure appeared on the scene,--Narcissa, who had been busy in the back kitchen, and catching some high note of the stranger"s scornful speech, now came hurrying out to see what was the matter.
She found Uncle Pinker quivering in his chair, his lean, veined hands clutching the arms, his little red eyes starting from his head with impotent fury; and sitting on the doorstep, looking up into his face with a smile of calm amus.e.m.e.nt, was the strangest figure Narcissa had ever seen.
A person of middle age, with strongly marked features, and a countenance of keen intelligence, but dressed in a singular manner. A suit of brown cloth, rather worn, but well-brushed and neat; loose trousers, and an odd, long-skirted coat, reaching to the knees, both coat and trousers trimmed with rows of narrow black-velvet ribbon. The person"s hair was cropped short; the person"s head was surmounted by a curious structure, half cap, half helmet, like that worn by Miss Deborah in "Cranford," only of far humbler materials. Beside the person, on the doorstep, lay a bag, of the kind affected by pedlars, lank and shiny, and particularly unattractive in appearance.
Such was the individual at whom Narcissa White was now staring with eyes very wide open, her stare being returned by a quizzical gaze, half smiling, and wholly shrewd and observant.
"Mornin", young lady," said the strong, clear voice. "Wonderin" what I be, are ye? fish or flesh, or red herrin", or what, hey? Well, I"ll put you out of your misery. I"m a woman, that"s what I am; the folks calls me Bloomer Joe. Now, then, do you want to buy anything of me?"
Here her tone changed, and her voice rose and fell in a kind of chant, dwelling with dramatic emphasis on a telling phrase here and there.
"Buy any lace, threads, or needles, pins--_or_--essences? Here"s a looking-gla.s.s to see your face in--prettiest face I"ve seen along the road! (I tell that to every girl I see, and most of "em believe it; but you ain"t that kind, so you shall have the joke instead.) Real celluloid ivory combs, fit for the President"s wife, sure enough. Gold beads, stockin"-supporters, teeth-brushes,--_and_--stickin"-plaster."
Here she dropped back into a conversational tone, opening her bag as she did so, and drawing forth some of its treasures.
"Just look at this lace, young lady! strong enough to hang yourself with, if you was feelin" that way, or to hang the old gentleman here, if you was feelin" another. I know which way I"d feel, quick enough.
Not your father, is he?" she added, seeing a look of distress in Narcissa"s eyes.
"Oh, no," said Narcissa, speaking for the first time. "But--he"s my uncle,--at least, my father"s uncle; and I--guess you"d better not talk so, please."
"All right," said the stranger. "I won"t, not if it is any trouble to you. It would be meat and potatoes and apple-pie for me, if he was my uncle, to hear him get his rights for once in a way; but I see you"re one of the soft-hearted ones. Want any salve? Here"s a kind that will cure corns, bunions, rheumatism, croup, sore-throat, backache, horse-ail, and colic; cure most anything except a broken heart, and won"t do a mite of harm to that. But you don"t need any salve, and the old gentleman, he"s past it. Well, then, here"s ribbons, all colors of the rainbow,--red, yeller, blue, see? handsome they are, and cheap as good counsel. Aha! you"d like to see them, hey?"
Narcissa had indeed changed color at sight of the bright ribbons, and she now gave an anxious glance at Uncle Pinker, who was still fuming and snorting in his chair.
"You, Narcissy White, send this critter away, can"t ye?" he snarled; "or else go into the house yourself, and go to work, not stand foolin"
here, with the work all on the floor. Go "long, d" ye hear? This woman, or feller, or whatever she calls herself, can talk till she"s hoa.r.s.e; she won"t hurt me, nor she won"t get nothin" out of me."
"Could I get a drink of water, do you s"pose?" the pedlar asked quietly, paying no attention to the angry old man. "Needn"t trouble to bring it out; I"ll go right into the house with you, if you"ve no objections."
She followed Narcissa into the house before the latter could make any remonstrance, and shut the door after her.
"He don"t reelly disturb me," she said, "not a mite; but we can trade better in here. Let me try some of the ribbons on your hair. I don"t often see such hair as this on my tramps, and that"s no compliment, but the plain truth."
"Oh!" cried Narcissa, in distress. "You"re real kind, but please don"t. I haven"t got any money to buy things with, and I couldn"t take your time for nothing. They are handsome, ain"t they? Oh, that yellow is just elegant, isn"t it? It"s like the b.u.t.tons; I mean like the tansy blossoms. I thank you for showin" them to me, I"m sure, but it ain"t any use for you to."
"Don"t he pay you for workin" here?" asked the pedlar, with a sharp glance.
"Yes, he does pay me," Narcissa answered,--"a dollar and a half a week. But--but I don"t get it very reg"lar, sometimes, and I"m saving up to buy me a dress. I need one bad, to wear to meetin"."
The pedlar frowned. It was against her principles to leave any house where she knew there was money, without selling at least a box of salve; but this seemed a hard case.
"A dollar and a half a week!" she muttered scornfully. "The old caraway seed! he"d better go and live in Rome, and be done with it.
He"ll find plenty of company there."
Narcissa looked up with wide-open eyes.
"Why do you say that?" she asked.
"Because Rome is the skinniest place on this round earth," was the reply; "and I think "twould suit your uncle down to the ground."
Still the girl gazed. "I guess you"re mistaken," she said quietly. "I guess you never was there, was you?"
"Never till yesterday," replied the woman, "and never want to be there again. You see, this isn"t my own country at all, as you may say. I belong in another part of the State, and most generally keep to my own beat, havin" my regular customers, understand? and goin" round amongst "em. But oncet in a while the fancy takes me to roam a little, and see other parts; and so I come round through Damascus and Solon, and pa.s.sed through Rome yesterday."
"Oh!" cried Narcissa, breathlessly. "You did? do tell me! and wasn"t it elegant? I don"t see how you could come away. Did you walk about, and see all them handsome buildings? and did you see the folks?"
The pedlar gazed at her in wonder. The girl"s eyes were like stars, her whole face alight with enthusiasm. What did it mean?
"Handsome buildin"s?" she repeated. "In Rome? I"ll tell you what I saw, child, and then you"ll know. I saw the forlornest place on this earth, I don"t care where the next may be. I saw rocks and turkeys, and turkeys and rocks. The street (if you can call it a street; "twould be called a hog-wallow, down where I come from) is solid rock where it ain"t mud, and solid mud where it ain"t rock. There"s a house here and a house there, and they all look as if they was tryin" to get away from each other, but didn"t da.r.s.e to move for fear of fallin"
down.
"The folks I saw were as lean as their own turkeys, and I can"t say no further than that. I tried to sell "em some of my salve; told "em "twould heal the skin where "twas broke with the bones comin" through, but they was past jokin" with.
"I tell you, child, Rome is the--Why, what"s the matter?" The good woman stopped suddenly, for Narcissa was trembling all over, and her face shone white in the dim, half-lighted room.
"I--I don"t understand you!" she cried wildly. "There"s some mistake; you went to the wrong place, and never saw Rome at all. Look here!"
and she led the way swiftly across the hall, into the other room, the room into which she had taken Romulus Patten the day before. She almost ran up to the picture, and motioned the pedlar, with an imperious gesture, strange in so gentle a creature, to look at it.
"That is Rome!" cried Narcissa. "You went to the wrong place, I tell you. This--this is Rome!"
The woman drew out a pair of spectacles, and fitted them on her nose with exasperating deliberation. She took a long look at the picture, and then turned to the trembling girl, with a kind light of pity in her eyes struggling with amus.e.m.e.nt.
"You poor--deluded--child!" she said at length. "Who ever told you that was Rome, I should like to know?"
"But it says so!" cried Narcissa. "Can"t you read? "ROME." There it is, in plain letters; and I--don"t--" she wanted to say "I don"t believe you!" but the blue eyes that met hers steadily showed nothing but truth and kindness.
"So it is Rome, dear!" said the pedlar, speaking now very gently. "But it"s ancient Rome, over in Europe; Italy, they call the country. Where the ancient Romans lived, don"t you know? Julius Caesar, and all those fellers who cut up such didoes, hundreds of years ago? Don"t tell me you never went to school, nor learned any history."
"I--I went for a spell!" Narcissa faltered. "I had to leave when I was fourteen, because I was wanted to home, and we hadn"t only got to the Battle of Lexington in history. I did hope to learn about the Revolution, to home, but father"s wife didn"t think much of readin", and she burned up the book."
There was a silence, and then the good-natured pedlar began fumbling in her bag.
"It"s a livin" shame!" she cried indignantly. "Here--no, it ain"t, neither. Well! I did think, much as could be, that I had two or three little books here, and I should have been pleased to give you one, dear, just for keeps, you know. But they don"t seem to be here. Well, never mind! I was goin" to ask if you wouldn"t like this piece of yeller ribbon you seemed to take to. It"s a real good piece, and I should be pleased--I declare, child, I do feel bad to have spoiled your pretty notion of Rome. I s"pose you thought likely you"d go there some day, hey? well, well! sit down, and let me put this ribbon on your hair. You no need to be scairt of me. I act kind o" wild sometimes, like I did with your uncle, but it"s four parts fun. I"m well known up our way, and anybody"ll tell you I come of good stock, if I am crazy enough to wear sensible clothes, that don"t hender me walkin" nor settin". Mis" Transom, my name is. And he called you Narcissy, didn"t he? Why, I had a cousin once, name of Narcissy; it"s not a common name either, and I allers thought it was real pretty. Set down here, dear, and let"s talk a spell."
Thus the kind woman rattled on, watching the girl keenly the while.
She was making time for her, giving her a chance to recover from what was evidently a heavy blow.
But Narcissa scarcely heard her. She was dazed; her dream was shattered, her glorious city laid in ruins, the beauty and romance of her whole life dashed away, as a rude touch dashes the dew from the morning gra.s.s.
As she sat, trying to realize it, trying to think that it really was not so much, that there would be other pleasant things, perhaps, to fill the barren working days, and gild the grayness of the long lonely Sabbaths,--as she sat thus, a new thought flashed into her mind, piercing like the thrust of a sword.
Her friend, Romulus Patten! She had sent him off on a false scent, had lied to him about the place, the city--she could hardly bear even to think of its dishonored name now. He had gone there, thinking to find what she had told him about,--the stately houses, the arches, the soft sunshine gilding all. What would he think of her when he found it was all a cheat, a lie? He had been kind to her, had seemed to care about her as n.o.body had ever done in her forlorn young life; and this was how she had repaid him!