Three days later word came to Severndale that Joshua could hardly survive the day and Peggy, as she felt duty bound, went over to Minervy"s cabin. She found her sitting before her fire absolutely idle.
"Minervy," she began, "I have had word from the hospital and Joshua is not so well. I think you would better go right over."
"Yas"m, yas"m, Miss Peggy, I spec"s yo" sees it dat-a-way, honey, but-- but yo" sees de chillern dey are gwine car"y on scan"lus if I leaves "em. My juty sho" do lie right hyer, yas"m it sho" do."
"But Minervy, Joshua cannot live."
"Yas"m, but he ain" in his min" an" wouldn"t know me no how, but dese hyer chillerns is ALL got dey min"s cl"ar, an" dey STUMMICKS empty.
No"m, I knows yo" means it kindly an" so I teks. .h.i.t, but I knows ma juty," and nothing Peggy could say had any effect.
That night Joshua died. The word came to Severndale early the following morning.
"Well," said Mrs. Harold, "from her philosophical resignation to the situation yesterday, I don"t imagine she will be greatly overcome by the news."
"Mh--um," was Mammy"s non-committal lip-murmur, and Peggy wagged her head. Mrs. Harold and Polly were spending the week at Severndale, and were dressing for breakfast. Their rooms communicated with Peggy"s and they had been laughing and talking together when the "phone message came.
"Mammy," called Peggy. "Please send word right down to Minervy."
"Yas, baby, I sends it, and den yo" watch out," warned Mammy.
"What for?" asked Peggy.
"Fo" dat "oman. She gwine mak one fuss DIS time ef she never do again."
"Nonsense, Mammy, I don"t believe she cares one straw anyway. She is the most unfeeling creature I"ve ever seen."
"She may be ONfeelin" but she ain" ON-doin", yo" mark me," and Mammy went off to do as she was bidden.
Perhaps twenty minutes had pa.s.sed when the quiet of the lower floor was torn by wild shrieks and on-rushing footsteps, with voices vainly commanding silence and decorum: commands all unheeded. Then came a final rush up the stairs and Minervy distraught and dishevelled burst into Mrs. Harold"s room, and without pausing to see whom she was falling upon, flung her arms about that startled woman, shrieking:
"He"s daid! He"s daid! Dem pore chillern is all widderless orphans. I felt it a-comin"! Who" gwine feed an" clothe and shelter dose pore lambs? Ma heart"s done bruck! Done bruck!"
"Minervy! Minervy! Do you know what you are doing! Let go of Mrs. Harold this instant," ordered Peggy, nearly overcome with mortification that her guest should meet with such an experience at Severndale. "Do you hear me? Control yourself at once."
She strove to drag the hysterical creature from Mrs. Harold, but she might as well have tried to drag away a wild animal. Minervy continued to shriek and howl, while Mammy, scandalized beyond expression, scolded and stormed, and Jerome called from the hall below.
Then Mrs. Harold"s sense of humor came to her rescue and she had an inspiration, for she promptly decided that there was no element of grief in Minervy"s emotions.
"Minerva, Minerva, HAVE you ordered your mourning? You knew Joshua could not live," she cried.
Had she felled the woman with a blow the effect could not have been more startling. Instantly the shrieks ceased and releasing her hold Minervy struck an att.i.tude:
"No"m, I HASN"T! I cyant think how I could a-been so careless-like, an"
knowin" all de endurin" time dat I boun" fer ter be a widder. How could I a-been so light-minded?"
"Well, you have certainly got to have some black clothes right off. It would be dreadful not to have proper mourning for Joshua."
Meanwhile Peggy and Polly had fled into the next room.
"I sho" mus", ma"am. How could I a-been so "crastinatin" an" po" Joshua a-dyin" all dese hyer weeks. I am" been "spectful to his chillern; dat I ain"t. Lemme go right-way an" tink what I"s needin". But please ma"am, is YO" a widder "oman? Case ef yo" is yo"s had spurrience an" kin tell me bes" what I needs."
It was with difficulty that Mrs. Harold controlled her risibles, so utterly absurd rather than pathetic was the whole situation, for not one atom of real grief for Joshua lay in poor, shallow Minervy"s heart. Then Mrs. Harold replied:
"No, Minervy. I am not a widow; at least I am only a GRa.s.s widow, and they do not wear mourning, you know."
"No"m, no"m, I spec"s not. But what mus" I git for masef an" does po"
orphans!"
"Well, you have a black skirt, but have you a waist and hat? And you would better buy a black veil; not c.r.a.pe, it is too perishable; get nun"s veiling, and--"
"Nun"s veilin"? Nun"s veilin"?" hesitated Minervy. "But I ain" NO NUN, mistiss, I"se a WIDDER. I ain" got no kind er use fer dem nunses wha"
don" never mahry. I"se been a mahryin" "oman, _I_ is."
"Well you must choose your own veil then," Mrs. Harold managed to reply.
"Yas"m, I guesses I better, an" I reckons I better git me a belt an"
some shoes, "case if I gotter be oneasy in ma min" dars no sort o"
reason fer ma bein" uneasy in ma FOOTS too, ner dem chillern neither.
Dey ain" never is had shoes all "roun" ter onct, but I reckons dey better he fitted out right fer dey daddy"s funeral. Dey can"t tend it hut onct in all dey life-times no how. And "sides, I done had his life a.s.sured "gainst dis occasiom, an" I belongs ter de sa.s.siety wha" burys folks in style wid regalions. Dey all wears purple velvet scaffses ober dey shoulders an" ma"ches side de hea.r.s.e. Dar ain" nothin" cheap an" no "count bout DAT sa.s.siety. No ma"am! An" I reckons I better git right long and look arter it all," and Minervy, still wiping her eyes, hurried from the room, Mammy"s snort of outrage unheeded, and her words:
"NOW what I done tole yo", baby? I tells yo" dat "oman ain" mo"n ha"f human if she IS one ob ma own color. _I_"S a cullured person, but she"s jist pure n.i.g.g.e.r, yo" hyar me?" and Mammy flounced from the room.
Polly and Peggy reentered Mrs. Harold"s room. She had collapsed upon the divan, almost hysterical, and Polly looked as though someone had dashed cold water in her face. Peggy was the only one who accepted the situation philosophically. With a resigned expression she said:
"THAT"S Minervy Jones. She is one type of her race. Mammy is another.
Now we"ll see what she"ll buy. I"ll venture to say that every penny she gets from Joshua"s life-insurance will be spent upon clothes for herself and those children."
"And _I_ started the idea," deplored Mrs. Harold.
"Oh, no, you did not. She would have thought of it as soon as she was over her screaming, only you stopped the screaming a little sooner, for which we ought to be grateful to you. She is only one of many more exactly like her."
"Do you mean to tell me that there are many as heedless and foolish as she is?" demanded Mrs. Harold.
"Dozens. Ask Harrison about some of them."
"Well, I never saw anything like her," cried Polly, indignantly. "I think she is perfectly heartless."
"Oh, no, she isn"t. She simply can"t hold more than one idea at a time.
Just now it"s the display she can make with her insurance money. They insure each other and everything insurable, and go half naked in order to do so. The system is perfectly dreadful, but no one can stop them.
Probably every man and woman on the place knows exactly what she will receive and half a dozen will come forward with money to lend her, sure of being paid back by this insurance company. It all makes me positively sick, but there is no use trying to control them in that direction. I don"t wonder Daddy Neil often says they were better off in the old days when a master looked after their well-being."
An hour later Minervy was driving into Annapolis, three of her boon companions going with her, the "widderless orphans" being left to get on as best they could. She spent the entire morning in town, returning about three o"clock with a wagonful of purchases. Poor Joshua"s remains were being looked after by the Society and would later come to Severndale.
Mrs. Harold and the girls were sitting in the charming living-room when Jerome came to ask if Miss Peggy would speak with Minervy a moment.
"Oh, DO bring her in here," begged Mrs. Harold.
Peggy looked doubtful, but consented, and Jerome went to fetch the widow.