"Do your worst," he said, in a low, sneering voice. "You are a pack of liars yourselves," and while Bidiane and Claudine stiffened themselves with rage, and Mirabelle Marie contemptuously muttered, "Get out, ole beast," he cast a final malevolent glance on them, and left the house.
For a time the three remained speechless; then Bidiane sank into her chair, pushed back her half-eaten supper, propped her red head on her hand, and burst into pa.s.sionate weeping.
Claudine stood gloomily watching her, while Mirabelle Marie sat down, and shifting her hands from her hips, laid them on her trembling knees.
"I guess he"ll drive us out of this, Biddy,--an" I like Sleepin" Water."
Bidiane lifted her face to the ceiling, just as if she were "taking a vowel," her aunt reflected, in her far from perfect English. "He shall not ruin us, my aunt,--we will ruin him."
"What"ll you do, sissy?"
"I will tell you something about politics," said Bidiane, immediately becoming calm. "Mr. Nimmo has explained to me something about them, and if you listen, you will understand. In the first place, do you know what politics are?" and hastily wiping her eyes, she intently surveyed the two women who were hanging on her words.
"Yes, I know," said her aunt, joyfully. "It"s when men quit work, an"
gab, an" git red in the face, an" pa.s.s the bottle, an" pick rows, to fine out which shall go up to the city of Boston to make laws an" sit in a big room with lots of other men."
Bidiane, with an impatient gesture, turned to Claudine. "You know better than that?"
"Well, yes,--a little," said the black-eyed beauty, contemptuously.
"My aunt," said Bidiane, solemnly, "you have been out in the world, and yet you have many things to learn. Politics is a science, and deep, very deep."
"Is it?" said her aunt, humbly. "An" what"s a science?"
"A science is--well, a science is something wonderfully clever--when one knows a great deal. Now this Dominion of Canada in which we live is large, very large, and there are two parties of politicians in it. You know them, Claudine?"
"Yes, I do," said the young woman, promptly; "they are Liberals and Conservatives."
"That is right; and just now the Premier of the Dominion is a Frenchman, my aunt,--I don"t believe you knew that,--and we are proud of him."
"An" what"s the Premier?"
"He is the chief one,--the one who stands over the others, when they make the laws."
"Oh, the boss!--you will tell him about this bad man."
"No, it would grieve him too much, for the Premier is always a good man, who never does anything wrong. This bad man will impose on him, and try to get him to promise to let him go to Ottawa--oh, by the way, Claudine, we must explain about that. My aunt, you know that there are two cities to which politicians go to make the laws. One is the capital."
"Yes, I know,--in Boston city."
"Nonsense,--Boston is in the United States. We are in Canada. Halifax is the capital of Nova Scotia."
"But all our folks go to Boston when they travels," said Mirabelle Marie, in a slightly injured tone.
"Yes, yes, I know,--the foolish people; they should go to Halifax. Well, that is where the big house is in which they make the laws. I saw it when I was there, and it has pictures of kings and queens in it. Now, when a man becomes too clever for this house, they send him to Ottawa, where the Premier is."
"Yes, I remember,--the good Frenchman."
"Well, this bad man now wishes to go to Halifax; then if he is ambitious,--and he is bad enough to be anything,--he may wish to go to Ottawa. But we must stop him right away before he does more mischief, for all men think he is good. Mr. Guilbaut was praising him yesterday."
"He didn"t say he is bad?"
"No, no, he thinks him very good, and says he will be elected; but we know him to be a liar, and should a liar make laws for his country?"
"A liar should stay to hum, where he is known," was the decisive response.
"Very good,--now should we not try to drive this man out of Clare?"
"But what can we do?" asked Mirabelle Marie. "He is already out an"
lying like the divil about us--that is, like a man out of the woods."
"We can talk," said her niece, seriously. "There are women"s rights, you know."
"Women"s rights," repeated her aunt, thoughtfully. "It is not in the prayer-book."
"No, of course not."
"Come now, Biddy, tell us what it is."
"It is a long subject, my aunt. It would take too many words to explain, though Mr. Nimmo has often told me about it. Women who believe that--can do as men. Why should we not vote,--you, and I, and Claudine?"
"I dunno. I guess the men won"t let us."
"I should like to vote," said Bidiane, stoutly, "but even though we cannot, we can tell the men on the Bay of this monster, and they will send him home."
"All right," said her aunt; while Claudine, who had been sitting with knitted brows during the last few minutes, exclaimed, "I have it, Bidiane; let us make _bombance_" (feasting). "Do you know what it means?"
No, Bidiane did not, but Mirabelle Marie did, and immediately began to make a gurgling noise in her throat. "Once I helped to make it in the house of an aunt. Glory! that was fun. But the tin, Claudine, where"ll you git that?"
"My one hundred dollars," cried the black-eyed a.s.sistant. "I will give them to my country, for I hate that man. I will do without the wheel."
"But what is this?" asked Bidiane, reproachfully. "What are you agreeing to? I do not understand."
"Tell her, Claudine," said Mirabelle Marie, with a proud wave of her hand. "She"s English, yeh know."
Claudine explained the phrase, and for the next hour the three, with chairs drawn close together, nodded, talked, and gesticulated, while laying out a feminine electioneering campaign.
CHAPTER IX.
LOVE AND POLITICS.
"Calm with the truth of life, deep with the love of loving, New, yet never unknown, my heart takes up the tune.
Singing that needs no words, joy that needs no proving, Sinking in one long dream as summer bides with June."
One morning, three weeks later, Rose, on getting up and going out to the sunny yard where she kept her fancy breed of fowls, found them all overcome by some strange disorder. The morning was bright and inspiring, yet they were all sleeping heavily and stupidly under, instead of upon, their usual roosting-place.