Mrs. Milray was not wholly sorry to have her go; she was going herself very soon, and Clementina"s earlier departure simplified the question of getting rid of her; but she overwhelmed her with reproaches which Clementina received with such sweet sincerity that another than Mrs.
Milray might have blamed herself for having abused her ingenuousness.
The Atwells could very well have let the girl walk home, but they sent her in a buckboard, with one of the stablemen to drive her. The landlord put her neat bundle under the seat of the buckboard with his own hand. There was something in the child"s bearing, her dignity and her amiability, which made people offer her, half in fun, and half in earnest, the deference paid to age and state.
She did not know whether Gregory would try to see her before she went.
She thought he must have known she was going, but since he neither came to take leave of her, nor sent her any message, she decided that she had not expected him to do so. About the third week of September she heard that he had left Middlemount and gone back to college.
She kept at her work in the house and helped her mother, and looked after the little ones; she followed her father in the woods, in his quest of stuff for walking sticks, and advised with both concerning the taste of summer folks in dress and in canes. The winter came, and she read many books in its long leisure, mostly novels, out of the rector"s library. He had a whole set of Miss Edgeworth, and nearly all of Miss Austen and Miss Gurney, and he gave of them to Clementina, as the best thing for her mind as well as her morals; he believed nothing could be better for any one than these old English novels, which he had nearly forgotten in their details. She colored the faded English life of the stories afresh from her Yankee circ.u.mstance; and it seemed the consensus of their testimony that she had really been made love to, and not so very much too soon, at her age of sixteen, for most of their heroines were not much older. The terms of Gregory"s declaration and of its withdrawal were mystifying, but not more mystifying than many such things, and from what happened in the novels she read, the affair might be trusted to come out all right of itself in time. She was rather thoughtfuller for it, and once her mother asked her what was the matter with her. "Oh, I guess I"m getting old, motha," she said, and turned the question off. She would not have minded telling her mother about Gregory, but it would not have been the custom; and her mother would have worried, and would have blamed him. Clementina could have more easily trusted her father with the case, but so far as she knew fathers never were trusted with anything of the kind. She would have been willing that accident should bring it to the knowledge of Mrs. Richling; but the moment never came when she could voluntarily confide in her, though she was a great deal with her that winter. She was Mrs.
Richling"s lieutenant in the social affairs of the parish, which the rector"s wife took under her care. She helped her get up entertainments of the kind that could be given in the church parlor, and they managed together some dances which had to be exiled to the town hall. They contrived to make the young people of the village feel that they were having a gay time, and Clementina did not herself feel that it was a dull one. She taught them some of the new steps and figures which the help used to pick up from the summer folks at the Middlemount, and practise together; she liked doing that; her mother said the child would rather dance than eat, any time. She was never sad, but so much dignity got into her sweetness that the rector now and then complained of feeling put down by her.
She did not know whether she expected Gregory to write to her or not; but when no letters came she decided that she had not expected them. She wondered if he would come back to the Middlemount the next summer; but when the summer came, she heard that they had another student in his place. She heard that they had a new clerk, and that the boarders were not so pleasant. Another year pa.s.sed, and towards the end of the season Mrs. Atwell wished her to come and help her again, and Clementina went over to the hotel to soften her refusal. She explained that her mother had so much sewing now that she could not spare her; and Mrs. Atwell said: Well, that was right, and that she must be the greatest kind of dependence for her mother. "You ah" going on seventeen this year, ain"t you?"
"I was nineteen the last day of August," said Clementina, and Mrs.
Atwell sighed, and said, How the time did fly.
It was the second week of September, but Mrs. Atwell said they were going to keep the house open till the middle of October, if they could, for the autumnal foliage, which there was getting to be quite a cla.s.s of custom for.
"I presume you knew Mr. Landa was dead," she added, and at Clementina"s look of astonishment, she said with a natural satisfaction, "Mm! died the thutteenth day of August. I presumed somehow you"d know it, though you didn"t see a great deal of "em, come to think of it. I guess he was a good man; too good for her, I guess," she concluded, in the New England necessity of blaming some one. "She sent us the papah."
There was an early frost; and people said there was going to be a hard winter, but it was not this that made Clementina"s father set to work finishing his house. His turning business was well started, now, and he had got together money enough to pay for the work. He had lately enlarged the scope of his industry by turning gate-posts and urns for the tops of them, which had become very popular, for the front yards of the farm and village houses in a wide stretch of country. They sold more steadily than the smaller wares, the cups, and tops, and little vases and platters which had once been the output of his lathe; after the first season the interest of the summer folks in these fell off; but the gate posts and the urns appealed to a lasting taste in the natives.
Claxon wished to put the finishing touches on the house himself, and he was willing to suspend more profitable labors to do so. After some attempts at plastering he was forced to leave that to the plasterers, but he managed the clap-boarding, with Clementina to hand him boards and nails, and to keep him supplied with the hammer he was apt to drop at critical moments. They talked pretty constantly at their labors, and in their leisure, which they spent on the brown needles under the pines at the side of the house. Sometimes the hammering or the talking would be interrupted by a voice calling, from a pa.s.sing vehicle in the hidden roadway, something about urns. Claxon would answer, without troubling himself to verify the inquirer; or moving from his place, that he would get round to them, and then would hammer on, or talk on with Clementina.
One day in October a carriage drove up to the door, after the work on the house had been carried as far as Claxon"s mood and money allowed, and he and Clementina were picking up the litter of his carpentering.
He had replaced the block of wood which once served at the front door by some steps under an arbor of rustic work; but this was still so novel that the younger children had not outgrown their pride in it and were playing at house-keeping there. Clementina ran around to the back door and out through the front entry in time to save the visitor and the children from the misunderstanding they began to fall into, and met her with a smile of hospitable brilliancy, and a recognition full of compa.s.sionate welcome.
Mrs. Lander gave way to her tears as she broke out, "Oh, it ain"t the way it was the last time I was he"a! You hea"d that he--that Mr.
Landa--"
"Mrs. Atwell told me," said Clementina. "Won"t you come in, and sit down?"
"Why, yes." Mrs. Lander pushed in through the narrow door of what was to be the parlor. Her c.r.a.pes swept about her and exhaled a strong scent of their dyes. Her veil softened her heavy face; but she had not grown thinner in her bereavement.
"I just got to the Middlemount last night," she said, "and I wanted to see you and your payrents, both, Miss Claxon. It doos bring him back so!
You won"t neva know how much he thought of you, and you"ll all think I"m crazy. I wouldn"t come as long as he was with me, and now I have to come without him; I held out ag"inst him as long as I had him to hold out ag"inst. Not that he was eva one to push, and I don"t know as he so much as spoke of it, afta we left the hotel two yea"s ago; but I presume it wa"n"t out of his mind a single minute. Time and time again I"d say to him, "Now, Albe"t, do you feel about it just the way you done?" and he"d say, "I ha"r"t had any call to charge my mind about it," and then I"d begin tryin" to ahgue him out of it, and keep a hectorin", till he"d say, "Well, I"m not askin" you to do it," and that"s all I could get out of him. But I see all the while "t he wanted me to do it, whateva he asked, and now I"ve got to do it when it can"t give him any pleasure."
Mrs. Lander put up her black-bordered handkerchief and sobbed into it, and Clementina waited till her grief had spent itself; then she gave her a fan, and Mrs. Lander gratefully cooled her hot wet face. The children had found the noises of her affliction and the turbid tones of her monologue annoying, and had gone off to play in the woods; Claxon kept incuriously about the work that Clementina had left him to; his wife maintained the confidence which she always felt in Clementina"s ability to treat with the world when it presented itself, and though she was curious enough, she did not offer to interrupt the girl"s interview with Mrs. Lander; Clementina would know how to behave.
Mrs. Lander, when she had refreshed herself with the fan, seemed to get a fresh grip of her theme, and she told Clementina all abort Mr.
Lander"s last sickness. It had been so short that it gave her no time to try the climate of Colorado upon him, which she now felt sure would have brought him right up; and she had remembered, when too late, to give him a liver-medicine of her own, though it did not appear that it was his liver which was affected; that was the strange part of it. But, brief as his sickness was, he had felt that it was to be his last, and had solemnly talked over her future with her, which he seemed to think would be lonely. He had not named Clementina, but Mrs. Lander had known well enough what he meant; and now she wished to ask her, and her father and mother, how they would all like Clementina to come and spend the winter with her at Boston first, and then further South, and wherever she should happen to go. She apologized for not having come sooner upon this errand; she had resolved upon it as soon as Mr. Lander was gone, but she had been sick herself, and had only just now got out of bed.
Clementina was too young to feel the pathos of the case fully, or perhaps even to follow the tortuous course of Mrs. Lander"s motives, but she was moved by her grief; and she could not help a thrill of pleasure in the vague splendor of the future outlined by Mrs. Lander"s proposal.
For a time she had thought that Mrs. Milray was going to ask her to visit her in New York; Mrs. Milray had thrown out a hint of something of the kind at parting, but that was the last of it; and now she at once made up her mind that she would like to go with Mrs. Lander, while discreetly saying that she would ask her father and mother to come and talk with her.
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Her parents objected to leaving their work; each suggested that the other had better go; but they both came at Clementina"s urgence. Her father laughed and her mother frowned when she told them what Mrs.
Lander wanted, from the same misgiving of her sanity. They partly abandoned this theory for a conviction of Mrs. Lander"s mere folly when she began to talk, and this slowly yielded to the perception that she had some streaks of sense. It was sense in the first place to want to have Clementina with her, and though it might not be sense to suppose that they would be anxious to let her go, they did not find so much want of it as Mrs. Lander talked on. It was one of her necessities to talk away her emotions before arriving at her ideas, which were often found in a tangle, but were not without a certain propriety. She was now, after her interview with Clementina, in the immediate presence of these, and it was her ideas that she began to produce for the girl"s father and mother. She said, frankly, that she had more money than she knew what to do with, and they must not think she supposed she was doing a favor, for she was really asking one.
She was alone in the world, without near connections of her own, or relatives of her husband"s, and it would be a mercy if they could let their daughter come and visit her; she would not call it more than a visit; that would be the best thing on both sides; she told of her great fancy for Clementina the first time she saw her, and of her husband"s wish that she would come and visit with them then for the winter. As for that money she had tried to make the child take, she presumed that they knew about it, and she wished to say that she did it because she was afraid Mr. Lander had said so much about the sewing, that they would be disappointed. She gave way to her tears at the recollection, and confessed that she wanted the child to have the money anyway. She ended by asking Mrs. Claxon if she would please to let her have a drink of water; and she looked about the room, and said that they had got it finished up a great deal, now, had not they? She made other remarks upon it, so apt that Mrs. Claxon gave her a sort of permissive invitation to look about the whole lower floor, ending with the kitchen.
Mrs. Lander sat down there while Mrs. Claxon drew from the pipes a gla.s.s of water, which she proudly explained was pumped all over the house by the wind mill that supplied the power for her husband"s turning lathes.
"Well, I wish mah husband could have tasted that wata," said Mrs.
Lander, as if reminded of husbands by the word, and by the action of putting down the gla.s.s. "He was always such a great hand for good, cold wata. My! He"d "a liked youa kitchen, Mrs. Claxon. He always was such a home-body, and he did get so ti"ed of hotels. For all he had such an appearance, when you see him, of bein"--well!--stiff and proud, he was fah moa common in his tastes--I don"t mean common, exactly, eitha--than what I was; and many a time when we"d be drivin" through the country, and we"d pa.s.s some o" them long-strung-out houses, don"t you know, with the kitchen next to the wood shed, and then an ahchway befoa you get to the stable, Mr. Landa he"d get out, and make an urrand, just so"s to look in at the kitchen dooa; he said it made him think of his own motha"s kitchen. We was both brought up in the country, that"s a fact, and I guess if the truth was known we both expected to settle down and die thea, some time; but now he"s gone, and I don"t know what"ll become o" me, and sometimes I don"t much care. I guess if Mr. Landa"d "a seen youa kitchen, it wouldn"t "a" been so easy to git him out of it; and I do believe if he"s livin" anywhe" now he takes as much comfo"t in my settin" here as what I do. I presume I shall settle down somewhe"s before a great while, and if you could make up youa mind to let your daughta come to me for a little visit till spring, you couldn"t do a thing that "d please Mr. Landa moa."
Mrs. Claxon said that she would talk it over with the child"s father; and then Mrs. Lander pressed her to let her take Clementina back to the Middlemount with her for supper, if they wouldn"t let her stay the night. After Clementina had driven away, Mrs. Claxon accused herself to her husband of being the greatest fool in the State, but he said that the carriage was one of the Middlemount rigs, and he guessed it was all right. He could see that Clem was wild to go, and he didn"t see why she shouldn"t.
"Well, I do, then," his wife retorted. "We don"t know anything about the woman, or who she is."
"I guess no harm"ll come to Clem for one night," said Claxon, and Mrs.
Claxon was forced back upon the larger question for the maintenance of her anxiety. She asked what he was going to do about letting Clem go the whole winter with a perfect stranger; and he answered that he had not got round to that yet, and that there were a good many things to be thought of first. He got round to see the rector before dark, and in the light of his larger horizon, was better able to orient Mrs. Lander and her motives than he had been before.
When she came back with the girl the next morning, she had thought of something in the nature of credentials. It was the letter from her church in Boston, which she took whenever she left home, so that if she wished she might unite with the church in any place where she happened to be stopping. It did not make a great impression upon the Klaxons, who were of no religion, though they allowed their children to go to the Episcopal church and Sunday-school, and always meant to go themselves.
They said they would like to talk the matter over with the rector, if Mrs. Lander did not object; she offered to send her carriage for him, and the rector was brought at once.
He was one of those men who have, in the breaking down of the old Puritanical faith, and the dying out of the later Unitarian rationalism, advanced and established the Anglican church so notably in the New England hill-country, by a wise conformity to the necessities and exactions of the native temperament. On the ecclesiastical side he was conscientiously uncompromising, but personally he was as simple-mannered as he was simple-hearted. He was a tall lean man in rusty black, with a clerical waistcoat that b.u.t.toned high, and scholarly gla.s.ses, but with a belated straw hat that had counted more than one summer, and a farmer"s tan on his face and hands. He p.r.o.nounced the church-letter, though quite outside of his own church, a doc.u.ment of the highest respectability, and he listened with patient deference to the autobiography which Mrs.
Lander poured out upon him, and her identifications, through reference to this or that person in Boston whom he knew either at first or second hand. He had not to p.r.o.nounce upon her syntax, or her social quality; it was enough for him, in behalf of the Claxons, to find her what she professed to be.
"You must think," he said, laughing, "that we are over-particular; but the fact is that we value Clementina rather highly, and we wish to be sure that your hospitable offer will be for her real good."
"Of cou"se," said Mrs. Lander. "I should be just so myself abort her."
"I don"t know," he continued, "that I"ve ever said how much we think of her, Mrs. Richling and I, but this seems a good opportunity, as she is not present.
"She is not perfect, but she comes as near being a thoroughly good girl as she can without knowing it. She has a great deal of common-sense, and we all want her to have the best chance."
"Well, that"s just the way I feel about her, and that"s just what I mean to give her," said Mrs. Lander.
"I am not sure that I make myself quite clear," said the rector. "I mean, a chance to prove how useful and helpful she can be. Do you think you can make life hard for her occasionally? Can you be peevish and exacting, and unreasonable? Can you do something to make her value superfluity and luxury at their true worth?"
Mrs. Lander looked a little alarmed and a little offended. "I don"t know as I undastand what you mean, exactly," she said, frowning rather with perplexity than resentment. "But the child sha"n"t have a care, and her own motha couldn"t be betta to her than me. There a"n"t anything money can buy that she sha"n"t have, if she wants it, and all I"ll ask of her is "t she"ll enjoy herself as much as she knows how. I want her with me because I should love to have her round; and we did from the very fust minute she spoke, Mr. Lander and me, both. She shall have her own money, and spend it for anything she pleases, and she needn"t do a st.i.tch o"
work from mohnin" till night. But if you"re afraid I shall put upon her."
"No, no," said the rector, and he threw back his head with a laugh.
When it was all arranged, a few days later, after the verification of certain of Mrs. Lander"s references by letters to Boston, he said to Clementina"s father and mother, "There"s only one danger, now, and that is that she will spoil Clementina; but there"s a reasonable hope that she won"t know how." He found the Claxons struggling with a fresh misgiving, which Claxon expressed. "The way I look at it is like this. I don"t want that woman should eva think Clem was after her money. On the face of it there a"n"t very much to her that would make anybody think but what we was after it; and I should want it pootty well undastood that we wa"n"t that kind. But I don"t seem to see any way of tellin"
her."
"No," said the rector, with a sympathetic twinkle, "that would be difficult."
"It"s plain to be seen," Mrs. Claxon interposed, "that she thinks a good deal of her money; and I d" know but what she"d think she was doin" Clem most too much of a favor anyway. If it can"t be a puffectly even thing, all round, I d" know as I should want it to be at all."
"You"re quite right, Mrs. Claxon, quite right. But I believe Mrs. Lander may be safely left to look out for her own interests. After all, she has merely asked Clementina to pa.s.s the winter with her. It will be a good opportunity for her to see something of the world; and perhaps it may bring her the chance of placing herself in life. We have got to consider these things with reference to a young girl."
Mrs. Claxon said, "Of cou"se," but Claxon did not a.s.sent so readily.