Meantime they were jingling along, with a chill clashing of bells, and Raven had heard all about the prospects of an open winter and the difficulties of ice-cutting, and he gathered that Jerry and Charlotte were extremely pleased to have him come.
"Didn"t know"s we should ever set eyes on ye ag"in," said Jerry, with an innocuous flick of his whiplash, hitting the dasher by intent. "That War an" all."
Raven thought he detected in his tone a general hostility to the War as a disturber even of Wake Hill, and wondered if he should have to fight it all over again with the imperfectly satisfied ideals of Jerry and Charlotte. But Jerry laid that bogey to rest.
"Not that I wouldn"t ha" had ye go," he announced. "I"d ha" gone myself if I hadn"t been a leetle mite over age. I dunno but I could ha" been some use as "twas. I"m spry for my years. I never so much as thought you"d git into it. Charlotte an" I were talkin" it over last night, an"
she says, "He"s forty-three, if he"s a day." How old be you?"
"Forty-five," said Raven. "I wasn"t in the trenches, you know. Ambulance Corps."
"Sho!" said Jerry. "Never come nigh the fightin" line, I s"pose."
"Sometimes," said Raven, smiling a little to himself. "But the boys in the trenches, you know, they"re the ones that did the business. I suppose the Hamilton house was closed all summer?"
Jerry gave him a quick look and then took off a mitten to pa.s.s his hand across his mouth. Raven knew what the look meant. It meant Anne Hamilton: how had her death affected him? would he ask about her? and the mild inquisitive neighborhood mind would go back to the old question it had probably dropped and taken up intermittently for years: why, in their curious intimacy, had he never married her?
"Yes," said Jerry, "all summer. Little Nan was over there, too, where you were, I understood."
"Yes, she was over there. She"s home now."
"You knew her aunt died?" said Jerry speciously. It was foolish, he knew it was foolish, and yet he could not, in his craving for some amplification of the fact, help saying it.
"Yes," said Raven, "I knew it."
There the topic died. They were pa.s.sing the last stretch of woods that fringed the road before Raven"s own house. Up on that slope at the right, draped about by a dense woodland, occasional patches of pines girdled by birch and maple, was the hut where Old Crow had lived. A logging road came down from the ridge, and Raven saw with interest that it had been broken out.
"Chopping?" he asked, Jerry following his glance to the ascending road.
Jerry grinned and clucked to the horse. He looked well satisfied with himself.
"No," he said. "But the minute you wrote you was comin", I yoked up the oxen an" broke her out. Charlotte said you"d want to be goin" up there."
Raven laughed. It was funny, too grimly funny. Even Charlotte and Jerry were pushing him on up the rise to Old Crow"s hut. d.i.c.k had begun it and they were adding the impulse of their kindly forethought.
"Yes," he said, "I shall. I"ll go up at once." ("And have it over!" his mind cynically added.)
They were descending the last slope and the mild-mannered horse caught the idea of stables and put on a gait. Raven could see the house, delightful to him in its hospitable amplitude and starkly fitting the wintry landscape. There in the columned front porch running away at each side into wide verandas, stood a woman, tall, of proportions that looked, at this first glance, heroic. She wore a shawl about her shoulders, but her head was bare.
"There she is," said Jerry, with an evident pride in so splendid a fact.
"I tell her she never can wait a minute to let anybody turn round."
It was true. Charlotte could not wait. She began to wave--no short, staccato, pump-handle wave, but a sweep indicative of breadth, like the horizon line. Raven, while they were jingling up to the house, took one more look at it, recognizing, with a surprise that was almost poignant, how much it meant to him. He might not be glad to get back to it--in his present state of disaffection he could not believe there was a spot on earth he should be glad to see--but it touched the chord of old memories and his eyes were hot with the a.s.sault of it. A square house with many additions, so that it rambled comfortably away, threaded over at advantageous points by leafless lines of woodbine and bitter-sweet and murmured over by a great grove of pines at the west: his roots of life were here, he recognized, with a renewed pang of surprise. He was not used to thinking about himself. Now that the changed bias of his mind had bred new habits, he was thinking a great deal.
They stopped at the porch and Charlotte came down to them, stepping lightly yet with deliberation. Raven knew she probably moved slowly because she was so heavy, but it gave the effect of majesty walking. She was unchanged, he thought, as he grasped her firm hand: her smooth brown hair was as thick, her healthy face unlined. When he touched Charlotte he always felt as if he touched the earth itself. Her hand was the hand of earth, ready to lead you to wholesome and satisfying things.
"Well," said she, "if I ain"t pleased to see you! Jerry, you goin" to take the trunk in this way?"
Jerry gave her a quick look of inquiry. They had subtle modes of communication. Charlotte could command him by the flicker of an eyelash or a modulation of tone, so that Jerry seemed, in the resultant act, to be following only his own careless or deliberate will.
"Yep," said he, "I"ll see to her."
Raven laid hold of it with him and they carried it upstairs to the great front room looking out to the eastern sky. And Raven was again moved, as he went, by another surprising discovery: Charlotte had tears in her eyes. He had at all times a moderate estimate of his own value in the world, his own appeal to it. Perhaps that was one reason, aside from the natural s.e.x revulsion, why Anne"s exaggerated fostering had roused in him that wearied perversity. But it was warming to see Charlotte glad enough to cry over him. When they had set down the trunk and the two had gone downstairs, he looked about the room and found it good. The walls were chiefly paneling, all but some expanses of a rich rose and blue paper; the hangings were of a delicious blue, and a roaring fire was making great headway. He could guess Charlotte had timed that birch log, relative to their approach, for the curling bark had not yet blackened and the fat chuckle of it was still insistent. He laughed a little at himself. He might have repudiated the scheme of creation and his own place in it, but he did love things: dear, homespun, familiar things, potent to eke out man"s well-being with their own benevolence and make him temporarily content in an inhospitable world.
When he went downstairs, the smells from the kitchen were something overwhelming in their rich pervasiveness. He went directly in where Charlotte bent at the oven door for a frowning inspection and a resultant basting.
"Yes," she said, glancing up, "turkey. Terry set him aside, sort of--he was so well formed and had such nice, pretty ways. Jerry said we"d have him first time you come. He"s always be"n a terrible nice turkey."
Raven had seen his place laid in the dining-room with bravery of damask and old china.
"I"m not going to eat alone," he said. "I couldn"t face a whole turkey.
You and Jerry come on in and back me up. You set on two more plates."
"Oh, no," said Charlotte, closing the oven door and rising. "I guess I"ll give him a minute longer. No. It"s real nice of you, but we couldn"t. Jerry never would in the world."
"Jerry be hanged!" said Raven. He wandered into the pantry and began helping himself to the celery waiting by the cool window-pane. "Tell him it"s all decided. Jerry"s got to do what we say."
"If that ain"t just like you," said Charlotte, with what seemed a pride in his knowing ways. "Eatin" up the celery an" all, the minute "fore dinner, too. I wonder you don"t pry into the cooky jar."
"I will, now you mention it," said Raven, bending to it where it lurked, with its secretive look, under the lower shelf. He lifted the cover with an involuntary care. He had been there so often when he wanted a handful of cookies and knew, if he clinked the cover, he might hear his father"s voice from the dining-room where he sat reading his paper: "What are you doing out there?" The cookies were waiting for him, unchanged, as if there were an everlasting pattern of cookies and you couldn"t get away from it: oak-leaf, discreetly specked with caraway. "Hurry up," said he, coming out to Charlotte with his clutch of oak-leaves. "Put on your plate and Jerry"s or the turkey"ll be done before you know it."
Charlotte glanced round at him, absently took the cookies from his hand, as if he were a child whose greed must be regulated, and laid them in a plate on the table.
"Don"t you spoil your appet.i.te," she said, still absently, for her mind was with the turkey. "Well, I"ll go an" ask Jerry. I don"t believe he"ll feel to. Miss Anne----"
Raven was sure he heard the last two words as she made her light way out into the shed in a fict.i.tious search for Jerry. He stood staring after her and wondering. It was inconceivable that Anne, by sheer force of a mind absolutely convinced of its own rightness, should have had such a grip on everybody she came in contact with. It had been Anne"s house next door. She had spent her summers in it, and even Charlotte had imbibed through its walls the p.r.o.nouncements of a social code. Anne was dead, but when Charlotte and Jerry were asked to sit down to turkey with their employer and familiar friend, it was Anne"s unforgotten ideal that rose before her, the illuminated copy of the social code in its rigid hand. As he stood, he saw Jerry pulling the pung under a shed at the back of the barn. He knew Charlotte hadn"t seen him, didn"t intend to take the time to see him, but would presently be back with Jerry"s ultimatum. That was her system. She implicitly followed Jerry"s command, a command she had already put into his mouth. It was so accepted a part of the household routine that he had ceased to think of it as in the least unusual. She was back again almost at once.
"Jerry says he"d be happy to, to-day," she announced, "so long"s as he ain"t changed back into his barn clo"es. We"ll be kinder company. But after this, he says, we"ll begin as usual."
So presently they sat down together to the crackly brown turkey and Raven carved and fought off Charlotte, who rose from her place in a majestic authority which seemed the highest decorum to take the fork and pick out t.i.tbits for his plate, and they talked of countryside affairs, but never, Raven was grateful to notice, of his absence or of France.
Once Jerry did begin a question relative to "them long range guns," but Charlotte bore him down before Raven could lay hold of the question, even if he had been eager for it.
"Jerry"s forbid me to ask you the leastest thing about how "twas over there," she said smoothly, without a look at Jerry, but a direct intention that was like a swift secret communication between them, a line not even to be tapped. "He says, "We won"t say one word about what Mr. Raven"s been through, not if he begins to talk about it himself.
He"s been through enough," says he. "Now le"s let him turn his mind to suthin" else.""
"Yes," said Jerry boldly, "I guess that"s pretty nigh what I said--what I"d say now, anyways."
Raven smiled a little inwardly, as he often did at "Mr. Raven." He and Jerry and Charlotte had been neighbors, and he, being younger, was always "young John" to them, and sometimes, in excess of friendliness or exhortation, "Jack." He wondered if it had been the social idealism of Anne that had made them attain the proper t.i.tle, or if, when the crust of renewed convention broke through, they would, under the stress of common activities, flounder about as they did before he went away, in an intermittent familiarity.
"All the houses shut up," he said, "the summer houses?"
"Yes," said Charlotte, eating her wing delicately, perhaps with a thought of Anne. "City folks all gone. Went early this year, too. Wood"s so high now, if they ain"t cut their own they don"t seem to want to lay in. Jerry says they"d ought to think further ahead."
"Yes," said Jerry, with his mechanical acquiescence, "they"d ought to think further ahead."
"Who"s bought the old Frye place?" asked Raven. "Or is it empty?"
"No," said Charlotte, "it ain"t empty. I dunno"s you remember the Tenneys that used to live over the mountain, what they call Mountain Brook. Kind of a shif"less lot they were. Some of "em drinked."
"Why, yes," said Raven, "I remember "em. The boys used to do a lot of trapping. One of "em--what was his name? Israel, yes, that"s it.