But now she inwardly contrasted her strong, masterful knight, "_sans peur et sans reproche_," as she believed, with the enfeebled, shrunken man at her side. Gregory suffered dreadfully by the comparison. The worm-eaten chestnut seemed truly emblematic, and in spite of herself her face lighted up with exultation and joy that the man of her choice was a _man_, and not one upon whom she could not lean for even physical support.
Gregory caught her expression and said, quickly: "Your face is full of sudden gleams. Tell me what you are thinking about."
She blushed deeply in the consciousness of her thoughts, but after a moment said, "I do not believe in the confessional."
He looked at her keenly, saying, "I wish you did and that I were your father confessor."
She replied, laughing, "You are neither old nor good enough. If I were of that faith I should require one a great deal older and better than myself. But here we are at our second tree, which Jeff has just finished. I am going to be a child again and gather nuts as before. I hope you will follow suit, and not stand leaning against the tree laughing at me."
CHAPTER XIV
"A WELL-MEANIN" MAN"
The western horizon vied with the autumn foliage as at last they turned homeward. Their path led out upon the main road some distance above the house, and, laden with the spoils that would greatly diminish the squirrels" h.o.a.rd for the coming winter, they sauntered along slowly, from a sense of both weariness and leisure.
They soon reached the cottage of the lame old man who had fired such a broadside of lurid words at Gregory, as he stood on the fence opposite.
With a crutch under one arm and leaning on his gate, Daddy Tuggar seemed awaiting them, and secured their attention by the laconic salutation, "Evenin"!"
"Why, Daddy," exclaimed Annie, coming quickly toward him. "I am real glad to see you so spry and well. It seems to me that you are getting young again;" and she shook the old man"s hand heartily.
"Now don"t praise my old graveyard of a body, Miss Annie. My sperit is pert enough, but it"s all buried up in this old clumsy, half-dead carca.s.s. The worms will close their mortgage on it purty soon."
"But they haven"t a mortgage on your soul," said Annie, in a low tone.
"You remember what I said to you a few days ago."
"Now bless you, Miss Annie, but it takes you to put in a "word in season." The Lord knows I"m a well-meanin" man, but I can"t seem to get much furder. I"ve had an awful "fall from grace," my wife says. I did try to stop swearin", but that chap there--"
"Oh, excuse me," interrupted Annie. "Mr. Gregory, this is our friend and neighbor Mr. Tuggar. I was under the impression that you were acquainted," she added, with a mischievous look at her companion.
"We are. I have met this gentleman before," he replied, with a wry face. "Pardon the interruption, Mr. Tuggar, and please go on with your explanation."
"Mr. Gregory, I owe you a "pology. I"m a well-meanin" man, and if I do any one a wrong I"m willin" to own it up and do the square thing. But I meant right by you and I meant right by John Walton when I thought you was stealin" his apples. I couldn"t hit yer with a stun and knock yer off the fence, as I might a dozen years ago, so I took the next hardest thing I could lay hands on. If I"d known that you was kinder one of the family my words would have been rolls of b.u.t.ter."
"Well, Mr. Tuggar, it has turned out very well, for _I_ would rather you had fired what you did than either stones or b.u.t.ter."
"Now my wife would say that that speech showed you was "totally depraved." And this brings me back to my "fall from grace." Now, yer see, to please my wife some and Miss Eulie more, I was tryin" cussed hard to stop swearin"--"
"Didn"t you try a little for my sake, too?" interrupted Annie.
"Lord bless you, child; I don"t have to try when you"re around, for I don"t think swearin". Most folks rile me, and I get a-thinkin"
swearin", and then "fore I know it busts right out. _You_ could take the wickedest cuss livin" to heaven in spite of himself if you would stay right by him all the time."
"I should "rile" you, too, if I were with you long, for I get "riled"
myself sometimes."
"Do you, now?" asked Mr. Tuggar, looking at her admiringly. "Well, I"m mighty glad to hear it."
"O Daddy! glad to hear that I do wrong?"
"Can"t help it, Miss Annie. I kinder like to know you"re a little bit of a sinner. "Tain"t often I meet with a sinner, and I kind o" like "em. My wife says she"s a "great sinner," but she means she"s a great saint. "Twouldn"t do for me to tell her she"s a "sinner." Then Miss Eulie says she"s a "great sinner," and between you and me that"s the only fib I ever caught Miss Eulie in. Good Lord! there"s no more sin in Miss Eulie"s heart than there is specks of dirt on the little white ruff she wears about her neck that looks like the snow we had last April around the white hyacinths. She"s kind of a half-sperit anyhow.
Now your goodness, Miss Annie, is another kind. Your cheeks are so red, and eyes so black, and arms so round and fat--I"ve seen "em when you was over here a-beatin" up good things for the old man--that you make me think of red and pink posies. I kinder think you might be a little bit of a sinner--just enough, you know, to make you understand how I and him there can be mighty big ones, and not be too hard on us for it."
"Mr. Tuggar, you are the man of all others to plead my cause."
"Now look here, young gentleman, you must do yer own pleadin". It would be a "sinful waste of time" though, as my wife would say--eh, Miss Annie? I never had no luck at pleadin" but once, and that was the worst luck of all."
Annie"s face might well suggest "red posies" during the last remarks, and its expression was divided between a frown and a laugh.
"But I want you to understand," continued Daddy Tuggar, straightening himself up with dignity, and addressing Gregory, "that I"m not a mean cuss. All who know me know I"m a well-meanin" man. I try to do as I"d be done by. If I"m going through a man"s field and find his bars down, so the cattle would get in the corn, I"d put "em up--"
"Yes, Daddy, that is what you always say," interrupted Annie; "but you can"t go through the fields any more and put up bars. You should try to do the duties that belong to your present state."
"But I"ve got the sperit to put up a man"s bars, and it"s all the same as if I did put "em up," answered the old man, with some irritation.
"Miss Eulie and the rest of yer is allers sayin" we must have the sperit of willingness to give up the hull world and suffer martyrdom on what looks in the picture like a big gridiron. She says we must have the sperit of them who was cold and hungry and the lions eat up and was sawn in two pieces and had an awful time generally for the sake of the Lord, and that"s the way the Christians manage it nowadays. My wife gets all the money she can and keeps it, but she says she has the sperit to give up the hull world. I wish she"d give up enough of it to keep me in good terbacker. Mighty few nice bits would the old man git wasn"t it for you and Miss Eulie. Then I watch the good people goin" to church. "Mazin" few out wet Sundays. But no doubt they"ve all got the "sperit" to go. They would jist as lief be sawn in two pieces "in sperit" as not, if they can only sleep late in the mornin" and have a good dinner and save their Sunday-go-to-meetin" clothes from gettin"
wet. It must be so, for the Lord gets mighty little worship out of the church on rainy Sundays. If it wasn"t for you and Miss Eulie I don"t know what would become of the old man and all the rest of the sick and feeble foiks around here. I ask my wife why she doesn"t go to see "em sometimes. She says she has the "sperit to go," but she hasn"t time and strength. So I have the "sperit" to put up a man"s bars while I sit here and smoke, and what"s more, Miss Annie, I did it as long as I was able."
"You did indeed, Daddy, and, though unintentionally, you have given me a good lesson. We little deserve to be mentioned with those Christians who in olden times suffered the loss of all things, and life itself."
"Lord bless you, child, I didn"t mean you. Whether you"ve got the sperit to do a thing or not yer allers do it, and in a sweet, natteral way, as if you couldn"t help it. When my wife enters on a good work it makes me think of a funeral. I"m "mazin" glad you didn"t live in old times, "cause the lions would have got you sure "nuff. Though, if it had to be, I would kinder liked to have been the lion:" and the old man"s eyes twinkled humorously, while Gregory laughed heartily.
"Oh, Daddy Tuggar!" exclaimed Annie, "that is the most awful compliment I ever received. If you, with your spirit, were the only lion I had to deal with, I should never become a martyr. You shall have some jelly instead, and now I must go home in order to have it made before Sunday."
"Wait a moment," said Gregory. "You were about to tell us how I caused you to "fall from grace.""
"So I was, so I was, and I"ve been goin" round Robin Hood"s barn ever since. Well, I"d been holdin" in on my swearin" a long time, "cause I promised Miss Eulie I"d stop if I could. My wife said I was in quite a "hopeful state," while I felt all the time as if I was sort of bottled up and the cork might fly out any minute. Miss Eulie, she came and rejoiced over me that mornin", and my wife she looked so solemn (she allers does when she says she feels glad) that somehow I got nervous, and then my wife went to the store and didn"t get the kind of terbacker I sent for, and I knew the cork was going to fly out. I was smokin" and in a sort of a doze, when the first thing I knowed a big stun rolled into the road, and there I saw a strange chap, as I thought, a stealin"
John Walton"s apples and knockin" down the fence. If they"d a been my apples I might have held in a little longer, but John Walton"s--it was like a dam givin" way."
"It was, indeed," said Gregory, significantly. "It was like several."
"I knowed my wife heard me, and if she"d come right out and said, "You"ve made a cussed old fool of yourself," I think I would have felt better. I knowed she was goin" to speak about it and lament over it, and I wanted her to do it right away; but she put it off, and kept me on pins and needles for ever so long. At last she said with solemn joy, "Thomas Tuggar, I told Miss Eulie I feared you was still in a state of natur, and, alas! I am right; but how she"ll mourn, how great will be her disappointment, when she hears"; and then I fell into a "state of natur" agin. Now, Miss Annie, if the Lord, Miss Eulie, and you all could only see I"m a well-meanin" man, and that I don"t mean no disrespect to anybody; that it"s only one of my old, rough ways that I learned from my father--and mother too, for that matter, I"m sorry to say--and have followed so long that it"s bred in the bone, it would save a heap of worry. One must have some way of lettin" off steam. Now my wife she purses up her mouth so tight you couldn"t stick a pin in it when she"s riled. I often say to her, "Do explode. Open your mouth and let it all out at once." But she says it is not becoming for such as her ter "explode." But it will come out all the same, only it"s like one of yer cold northeast, drizzlin", fizzlin" rain-storms. And now I"ve made a clean breast of it, I hope you"ll kinder smooth matters over with Miss Eulie; and I hope you, sir, will just think of what I said as spoken to a stranger and not a friend of the family."
"Give me your hand, Mr. Tuggar. I hope we shall be the best of friends.
I am coming over to have a smoke with you, and see if I can"t fill your pipe with some tobacco that is like us both, "in a state of natur.""
A white-faced woman appeared at the door, and courtesying low to Miss Walton, called, "Husband, it"s too late for you to be out; I fear your health will suffer."
"She"s bound up in me, you see," said the old man, with a curious grimace. "Nothing but the reading of my will will ever comfort her when I die."
"Daddy, Daddy," said Annie, reproachfully, "have charity. Good-night; I will send you something nice for to-morrow."
An amused smile lingered on Gregory"s face as they pursued their way homeward, now in the early twilight; but Annie"s aspect was almost one of sadness. After a little he said, "Well, he is one of the oddest specimens of humanity I ever met."
She did not immediately reply, and he, looking at her, caught her expression.