CHAPTER XXIII
THE CHAPLAIN SPEAKS HIS MIND
When it was over; when the spirit--gladly, one must think, with never a backward glance--left the broken sh.e.l.l on the pillow and went its way, there came to Old Man Blossom his hour of dignity and importance. This sh.e.l.l, after all, was what had borne his name, spoken with his voice, thought such thoughts as were his. Washed and combed, dressed in clean white clothes that smelt of lavender, covered with spotless drapery that hung in as comely laps and folds as for any bishop at St. Praxed"s, the old man lay in state, and Cyrus Poor Farm, individually and collectively, came to do him honor, and to p.r.o.nounce him a "beautiful remains." By and by this was over, too, and Mary sat alone in the little room, her capable hands folded in her lap, with a strange, numb feeling that was part thankfulness, part relief, and all desolation.
To her, thus sitting, appeared Pippin in the doorway, the little Italian boy clinging to his hand. The child (his name was Peppino, a diminutive of Giuseppe, but Pippin thought it was Pippino and another finger post in the path of his "leading") would hardly leave his adopted daddy for an instant. Through the funeral service he had clung to his knees; and when Pippin sang "Abide with me" (sang it like a surrup, Miss Whetstone said; she like to bawled right out), the child"s eyes glowed with the delight of a Latin, and he murmured an unconscious alto.
"Miss Mary--" Pippin spoke timidly; "I thought maybe--won"t you come outdoors a spell? It"s a nice day!"
Mary looked up with cold sweet eyes. "No, thank you!" she said. "I am tired."
"Is that so? Well, of course you are, all you"ve ben through. Would you like me to bring Pippino in to set with you? He"d admire to, wouldn"t you, Pippino?"
Mary"s white brow contracted. "You must excuse me!" she said. "My head aches. I don"t feel like seeing company."
And her arms were aching for the child! She wanted to hold him close, close, to fret him with sallies of her kisses, to twine his curls round her finger. From the tail of her eye she absorbed his beauty, the roundness of his cheek, the deliciousness of his chin, the dark stars that were his eyes. But she set her lips, and turned away toward the window, and Pippin, with a murmured, "Come, kiddo! Best we go along!"
went his sad way out into the sunshine.
Instinctively he turned his steps toward the barn, and there the chaplain found him soon after. He was sitting on the upturned bucket, leaning listlessly against the door jamb. Peppino was playing beside him with a box of red and white beans, very wonderful. Now and then he held up a handful of the pretty things with a gleeful shout; and Pippin would nod and smile and say, "Some beans, kiddo! They sure are!" His whole air and att.i.tude were so wholly unlike himself that Mr. Hadley said involuntarily,
"What"s the matter, Pippin?"
Pippin rose and bowed, with the ghost of his own smile.
"That you, Elder? Well, now! That was a nice funeral, wasn"t it? He couldn"t ask for no nicer, not if he was the President!" He spoke with obvious effort; his eyes, meeting the chaplain"s keen glance, dropped.
"What"s the matter?" repeated Hadley.
Pippin sat down again, the other beside him. There was a pause; then--
"I"ve lost my grip!" he said heavily. Hadley waited. The father in him, the son in Pippin, must meet in silence, if they were to meet at all.
Presently the words came in a rush. "I"ve lost my grip; things has got away from me. I don"t know what I done--" his eyes, dark with pain and trouble, roved hither and thither, as if seeking enlightenment--"but I done something I hadn"t ought to. She has no use for me any more!"
Still Hadley waited. The voice rose into a cry. "I thought," Pippin mourned, "I thought when she come to see her Pa, and--and knew how he sent me, and I looked for her--looked for her--I thought she"d feel different, but she doesn"t, sir; no, she doesn"t. She never give me one look to-day, just pa.s.sed me by same as if I was a chair, or like that.
And--just now--I see her sittin" all alone there, and I thought--I tried--but "twas no good. I don"t cut no ice with her, that"s all there is to it. I don"t know what I"ll do, Elder; I don"t--know--what I"ll do!
Nor that ain"t all! I"ve lost my folks!"
"What do you mean, Pippin?"
"My folks: my movie folks, that I made up like I told you: Pa and Ma, and the rest. They"ve gone back on me, Elder."
"Tell me!"
The kind hand on his shoulder, Pippin poured out his tale; how since he first saw Mary things had begun to change, little by little, so gradually that it was a long time before he realized it. Then it came over him, suddenly, that all was not right, that the beloved figures were less clear, less sharply defined than they had been.
"They"ll come when I speak to "em, yes, and they"ll answer, but it"s like I had to make up what I want "em to say, "stead of them wantin" to say it themselves. I know--Elder, I expect you"ll think I"m wantin" in my mind, but--I _know_ they wa"n"t real folks, but yet they was real to me. They acted so live, and so good and lovin" and all--why, Ma--why--what"ll I do without Ma?" He broke off and stared into vacancy.
"I see her now, but she"s different: more like a shadow, and when I look at her, she changes into--you know what she changes into, Elder?"
"Yes, Pippin, I think I do!"
"She changes into Mary!" Pippin sprang up, and paced the barn with eager steps, throwing up his chin at every turn. "And Pa similar. And the little gal--but I never see her so plain, some ways, I never--what I mean--she always appeared like she was some person else, and now I know it was little May, little May Blossom!" He choked. The child, dropping his beans, came and pulled at him with eager hands.
"Daddi Pippin, what a matter, Daddi?"
Pippin looked down, and patted the brown head tenderly. "Say, kiddo, you run in and ask Mis" Bailey for a cooky and a mug of milk; what say? It"s time you had a bite!"
The child hesitated. "And bring-a Daddi piece?" he inquired.
"Daddy"ll come in directly and get his piece. You cut along now and wait for me in the kitchen. You can play with the kitty till I come."
The child obeyed, only half willingly.
"Say, isn"t he a dandy kid?" Pippin turned to the chaplain with a wistful look. "I"ve got him!" he said. "I"ve got the kiddo, and I"ve got my work to do. Maybe the Lord didn"t intend for me to be happy; everybody can"t be, it stands to reason."
Mary"s own phrase! The chaplain looked at his watch, and stood a moment as if irresolute. Then--"Pippin, wait here for ten minutes, will you?"
he said. "I have to see about something. Just wait, will you?"
"Sure!" said Pippin, wondering.
Hadley nodded, and walked back to the house with a quick decided step, his watch still in his hand. Glancing toward the pasture gate, he saw Jacob Bailey approaching it, leading the Pilot colt which was, he knew, to take him to the station. He quickened his pace still more, and, entering the house, made his way to the room where Mary Blossom was still sitting, her capable hands idle in her lap, her eyes turned toward the window, seeing nothing.
"Mary!" At the sharp, decided tone, the girl looked up with a start. The chaplain shut the door, and stood with his back against it, watch in hand. "Mary, you are behaving badly! Yes!"--as the color rushed over the girl"s astonished face. "I mean it! Listen to me, for I have only a few minutes. Pippin has done you an incalculable service, incalculable! He has shown you your duty and has made it possible for you to do it. No!"
as Mary made a movement. "You must hear me; I haven"t time to hear you.
This boy, brought up in a slum cellar, trained for crime and steeped in it, has shown himself your master and mine, in practical Christianity.
Knowing the danger, knowing that he might meet the ruffians who so nearly killed him, as you know--" Mary winced--"he went back to the city, because an old dying vagrant asked him to find his child. He found that child, you know at what cost; through him, your father died happy, the desire of his heart fulfilled. In return, you treat him like a dog!
Instead of grat.i.tude, you give him the cold shoulder. Shame on you, Mary Blossom! your conduct is heartless and wicked. You know Pippin loves you. You know there is no one in the world but you--"
He paused involuntarily, for Mary had risen and faced him, white as marble.
"No one but me?" she cried in a voice that shook with the cold pa.s.sion of a sword. "I don"t know what you mean, Mr. Hadley. Hasn"t he got his family?"
"His family?" repeated the chaplain.
"His family, that I heard him tell you about; the family that wasn"t just exactly regular, but yet was as dandy as any--I haven"t forgot!"
cried Mary with a sob. "Where do I come in, I should like to know? Why doesn"t he go to his dandy family?"
The chaplain"s face, that had been set as steel, broke into lines of exquisite kindness.
"My soul!" he said. "And I"ve only five minutes. Listen, my dear child!
I"m sorry I scolded you!"
Briefly he told her of the family, of Ma and Pa, Little Gal and the baby; how the lonely boy had fashioned them out of his great longing heart, had warmed himself at the shadow fire of their affection.
"Till you came!" cried the chaplain. "Till love came! Then--he has just been telling me, poor boy!--his shadows grew cold and dim. He has lost them; he gets nothing in return. Mary!"
"But--" Mary pressed her hands to her head, bewildered--"the child! I saw the child; he calls him--Daddy. I heard him say so; I heard him say, "He is mine!""