"Wall, I think so. But what"s in "em all?" He came a step further into the room and picked up a volume from the table. Mrs. Barclay watched him. He opened the book, and stood still, eagerly scanning the page, for a minute or two.
""Lamps of Architectur"," said he, looking then at the t.i.tle-page;--"that"s beyond me. The only lamps of architectur that _I_ ever see, in Shampuashuh anyway, is them that stands up at the depot, by the railroad; but here"s "truth," and "sacrifice," and I don" know what all; "hope" and "love," I expect. Wall, them"s good lamps to light up anythin" by; only I don"t make out whatever they kin have to do with buildin"s." He picked up an other volume.
"What"s this?" said he. ""Tain"t _my_ native tongue. What do ye call it, Lois?"
"That is French, Mr. Midgin."
"That"s French, eh?" said he, turning over the leaves. "I want to know!
Don"t look as though there was any sense in it. What is it about, now?"
"It is a story of a man who was king of Rome a great while ago."
"King o" Rome! What was his name? Not Romulus and Remus, I s"pose?"
"No; but he came just after Romulus."
"Did, hey? Then you s"pose there ever _was_ sich a man as Romulus?"
"Probably," Mrs. Barclay now said. "When a story gets form and lives, there is generally some thing of fact to serve as foundation for it."
"You think that?" said the carpenter. "Wall, I kin tell you stories that had form enough and life enough in "em, to do a good deal o" work; and that yet grew up out o" nothin" but smoke. There was Governor Denver; he was governor o" this state for quite a spell; and he was a Shampuashuh man, so we all knew him and thought lots o" him. He was sot against drinking. Mebbe you don"t think there"s no harm in wine and the like?"
"I have not been accustomed to think there was any harm in it certainly, unless taken immoderately."
"Ay, but how"re you goin" to fix what"s moderately? there"s the pinch.
What"s a gallon for me"s only a pint for you. Wall, Governor Denver didn"t believe in havin" nothin" to do with the blamed stuff; and he had taken the pledge agin it, and he was known for an out and out temperance man; teetotal was the word with him. Wall, his daughter was married, over here at New Haven; and they had a grand weddin", and a good many o" the folks was like you, they thought there was no harm in it, if one kept inside the pint, you know; and there was enough for everybody to hev had his gallon. And then they said the Governor had taken his gla.s.s to his daughter"s health, or something like that. Wall, all Shampuashuh was talkin" about it, and Governor Denver"s friends was hangin" their heads, and didn"t know what to say; for whatever a man thinks,--and thoughts is free,--he"s bound to stand to what he _says_, and particularly if he has taken his oath upon it. So Governor Denver"s friends was as worried as a steam-vessel in a fog, when she can"t hear the "larm bells; and one said this and t"other said that. And at last I couldn"t stand it no longer; and I writ him a letter--to the Governor; and says I, "Governor," says I, "_did_ you drink wine at your daughter Lottie"s weddin" at New Haven last month?" And if you"ll believe me, he writ me back, "Jonathan Midgin, Esq. Dear sir, I was in New York the day you mention, shakin" with chills and fever, and never got to Lottie"s weddin" at all."--What do you think o" that? Overturns your theory a leetle, don"t it? Warn"t no sort o" foundation for that story; and yet it did go round, and folks said it was so."
"It is a strong story for your side, Mr. Midgin, undoubtedly."
"Ain"t it! La! bless you, there"s nothin" you kin be sartain of in this world. I don"t believe in no Romulus and his wolf. Half o" all these books, now, I have no doubt, tells lies; and the other half, you don"
know which "tis."
"I cannot throw them away however, just yet; and so, Mr. Midgin, I want some shelves to keep them off the floor."
"I should say you jest did! Where"ll you put "em?"
"The shelves? All along that side of the room, I think. And about six feet high."
"That"ll hold "em," said Mr. Midgin, as he applied his measuring rule.
"Jest shelves? or do you want a bookcase fixed up all reg"lar?"
"Just shelves. That is the prettiest bookcase, to my thinking."
"That"s as folks looks at it," said Mr. Midgin, who apparently was of a different opinion. "What"ll they be? Mahogany, or walnut, or cherry, or maple, or pine? You kin stain "em any colour. One thing"s handsome, and another thing"s cheap; and I don" know yet whether you want "em cheap or handsome."
"Want "em both, Mr. Midgin," said Lois.
"H"m!-- Well--maybe there"s folks that knows how to combine both advantages--but I"m afeard I ain"t one of "em. Nothin" that"s cheap"s handsome, to my way o" thinkin". You don"t make much count o" cheap things _here_ anyhow," said he, surveying the room. And then he began his measurements, going round the sides of the apartment to apply his rule to all the plain s.p.a.ces; and Mrs. Barclay noticed how tenderly he handled the books which he had to move out of his way. Now and then he stopped to open one, and stood a minute or two peering into it. All this while his hat was on.
"Should like to read that," he remarked, with a volume of Macaulay"s Essays in his hands. "That"s well written. But a man can"t read all the world," he went on, as he laid it out of his hands again. ""Much study is a weariness to the flesh." Arter all, I don"t suppose a man"d be no wiser if he"d read all you"ve got here. The biggest fool I ever knowed, was the man that had read the most."
"How did he show his folly?" Mrs. Barclay asked.
"Wall, it"s a story. Lois knows. He was dreadfully sot on a little grandchild he had; his chil"n was all dead, and he had jest this one left; she was a little girl. And he never left her out o" his sight, nor she him; until one day he had to go to Boston for some business; and he couldn"t take her; and he said he knowed some harm"d come. Do you believe in presentiments."
"Sometimes," said Mrs. Barclay.
"How should a man have presentiments o" what"s comin"?"
"I cannot answer that."
"No, nor n.o.body else. It ain"t reason. I believe the presentiments makes the things come."
"Was that the case in this instance?"
"Wall, I don"t see how it could. When he come back from Boston, the little girl was dead; but she was as well as ever when he went away.
Ain"t that curious?"
"Certainly; if it is true."
"I"m tellin" you nothin" but the truth. The hull town knows it. "Tain"t no secret. "Twas old Mr. Roderick, you know, Lois; lived up yonder on the road to the ferry. And after he come back from the funeral he shut himself up in the room where his grandchild had been--and n.o.body ever see him no more from that day, "thout "twas the folks in the house; and there warn"t many o" them; but he never went out. An" he never went out for seven years; and at the end o" seven years he _had_ to--there was money in it--and folks that won"t mind nothin" else, they minds Mammon, you know; so he went out. An" as soon as he was out o" the house, his women-folks, they made a rush for his room, fur to clean it; for, if you"ll believe me, it hadn"t been cleaned all those years; and I expect "twas in a condition; but the women likes nothin" better; and as they opened some door or other, of a closet or that, out runs a little white mouse, and it run clear off; they couldn"t catch it any way, and they tried every way. It was gone, and they were scared, for they knowed the old gentleman"s ways. It wasn"t a closet either it was in, but some piece o" furniture; I"m blessed ef I can remember what they called it.
The mouse was gone, and the women-folks was scared; and to be sure, when Mr. Roderick come home he went as straight as a line to that there door where the mouse was; and they say he made a terrible rumpus when he couldn"t find it; but arter that the spell was broke, like; and he lived pretty much as other folks. Did you say six feet?"
"That will be high enough. And you may leave a s.p.a.ce of eight or ten feet on that side, from window to window."
"Thout any?"
"Yes."
"That"ll be kind o" lop-sided, won"t it? I allays likes to see things samely. What"ll you do with all that s.p.a.ce of emptiness? It"ll look awful bare."
"I will put something else there. What do you suppose the white mouse had to do with your old gentleman"s seclusion?"
"Seclusion? Livin" shut up, you mean? Why, don"t ye see, he believed the mouse was the sperrit o" the child--leastways the sperrit o" the child was in it. You see, when he got back from the funeral the first thing his eyes lit upon was that ere white mouse; and it was white, you see, and that ain"t a common colour for a mouse; and it got into his head, and couldn"t get out, that that was Ella"s sperrit. It mought ha"
ben, for all I can say; but arter that day, it was gone."
"You think the child"s spirit might have been in the mouse?"
"Who knows? I never say nothin" I don"t know, nor deny nothin" I _du_ know; ain"t that a good principle?"
"But you know better than that, Mr. Midgin," said Lois.
"Wall, I don"t! Maybe you do, Lois; but accordin" to my lights I _don"t_ know. You"ll hev "em walnut, won"t you? that"ll look more like furniture."
"Are you coming? The waggon"s here, Lois," said Madge, opening the door. "Is Mrs. Barclay ready?"
"Will be in two minutes," replied that lady. "Yes, Mr. Midgin, let them be walnut; and good evening! Yes, Lois, I am quite roused up now, and I will go with you. I will walk, dear; I prefer it."