Sez I, "Such a life as Wellington"s had them; no body could take "em away nor deminish "em. Such a brave, honest life is crowned with honor and respect any way. It don"t need no c.r.a.pe, nor flowers, nor monuments to win "em. And, at the same time," sez I dreamily, "if a man is mean, no amount of c.r.a.pe, or flower-pieces, or flowery sermons, or obituries, is a-goin" to cover up that meanness. A life has to be lived out-doors as it were; it can"t be hid. A string of mournin" carriages, no matter how long, hain"t a-goin" to carry a dishonorable life into honor, and no grave, no matter how low and humble it is, is a-goin" to cover up a honorable life.
"Such a life as Wellington"s don"t need no monument to carry up the story of his virtues into the heavens; it is known there already. And them that mourn his loss don"t need cold marble words to recall his goodness and faithfulness. The heart where the shadow of his eternal absence has fell don"t need c.r.a.pe to make it darker.
"Wellington wouldn"t be forgot if S. Annie wore pure white from day today. No, n.o.body that knew Wellington, from all I have hearn of him, needs c.r.a.pe to remind "em that he wuz once here and now is gone.
"Howsomever, as fur as that is concerned, I always feel that mourners must do as they are a mind to about c.r.a.pe, with fear and tremblin"-that is, if they are well off, and can do as they are a mind to; and the same with monuments, flowers, empty coaches, etc. But in this case, Cephas Bodley, I wouldn"t be a doin" my duty if I didn"t speak my mind. When I look at these little helpless souls that are left in a cold world with nothin" to stand between them and want but the small means their pa worked so hard for and left for the express purpose of takin" care of "em, it seems to me a foolish thing, and a cruel thing, to spend all that money on what is entirely onnecessary."
"Onnecessary!" sez Cephas, angrily. "Agin I say, Josiah Allen"s wife, that if it wuzn"t for our close relationship I should turn on you. A worm will turn," sez he, "if it is too hardly trampled on."
"I hain"t trampled on you," sez I, "nor hain"t had no idea on"t. I wuz only statin" the solemn facts and truth of the matter. And you will see it some time, Cephas Bodley, if you don"t now."
Sez Cephas, "The worm has turned, Josiah Allen"s wife! Yes, I feel that I have got to look now to more distant relations for comfort. Yes, the worm has been stomped on too heavy."
He looked cold, cold as a iceickle almost. And I see that jest the few words I had spoke, jest the slight hints I had gin, hadn"t been took as they should have been took. So I said no more. For agin the remark of that little bad boy came up in my mind and restrained me from sayin" any more.
Truly, as the young male child observed, "it wuzn"t my funeral."
We went home almost immegiately afterwards, my heart nearly a-bleedin" for the little children, poor little creeters, and Cephas actin" cold and distant to the last And we hain"t seen "em sence. But news has come from them, and come straight. Josiah heerd to Jonesville all about it. And though it is. .h.i.tchin" the democrat buggy on front of the mare-to tell the end of the funeral here-yet I may as well tell it now and be done with it.
The miller at Loontown wuz down to the Jonesville mill to get the loan of some bags, and Josiah happened to be there to mill that day, and heerd all about it.
Cephas had got the monument, and the ornaments on it cost fur more than he expected. There wuz a wreath a-runnin" round it clear from the bottom to the top, and verses a kinder runnin" up it at the same time. And it cost fearful. Poetry a-runnin" up, they say, costs fur more than it duz on a level.
Any way, the two thousand dollars that wuz insured on Wellington"s life wuzn"t quite enough to pay for it. But the sale of his law library and the best of the housen" stuff paid it. The nine hundred he left went, every mite of it, to pay the funeral expenses and mournin" for the family.
And as bad luck always follers on in a procession, them mortgages of Cephas"ses all run out sort o" together. His creditors sold him out, and when his property wuz all disposed of it left him over fourteen hundred dollars in debt.
The creditors acted perfectly greedy, so they say-took everything they could; and one of the meanest ones took that insane bedquilt that I finished. That wuz mean. They say Sally Ann crumpled right down when that wuz took. Some say that they got hold of that tall weed of Cephas"ses, and some dispute it; some say that he wore it on the last ride he took in Loontown.
But, howsomever, Cephas wuz took sick, Sally Ann wuzn"t able to do anything for their support, S. Annie wuz took down with the typhus, and so it happened the very day the monument wuz brought to the Loontown cemetery, Cephas Bodley"s folks wuz carried to the county house, S. Annie, the children and all.
And it happened dretful curius, but the town hired that very team that drawed the monument there, to take the family back.
It wuz a good team.
The monument wuzn"t set up, for they lacked money to pay for the underpinnin"! (Wuz n"t it curius, Cephas Bodley never would think of the underpinnin" to anything?) But it lay there by the side of the road, a great white shape.
And they say the children wuz skairt, and cried when they went by it-cried and wept.
But I believe it wuz because they wuz cold and hungry that made "em cry. I don"t believe it wuz the monument.
CHAPTER XI.
A few days follerin" on and ensuin" after this eppisode, Submit Tewksburv wuz a takin" supper with me. She had come home with me from the meetin" house where we had been to work all day.
I had urged her to stay, for she lived a mile further on the road, and had got to walk home afoot.
And she hain"t any too well off, Submit hain"t-she has to work hard for every mite of food she eats, and clothes she wears, and fuel and lights, etc., etc.
So I keep her to dinners and suppers all I can, specially when we are engaged in meetin" house work, for as poor as Submit is, she will insist on doin" for the meetin" house jest as much as any other female woman in Jonesville.
She is quite small boneded, and middlin" good lookin" for a women of her years. She has got big dark eyes, very soft and mellow lookin" in expression-and a look deep down into "em, as if she had been waitin" for something, for some time. Her hair is gettin" quite gray now, but its original color was auburn, and she has got quite a lot of it-kinder crinkly round her forward. Her complexion is pale. She is a very good lookin" woman yet, might marry any day of the week now, I hain"t no doubt of it. She is a single woman, but is well thought on in Jonesville, and the southern part of Zoar, where she has relatives on her mother"s side.
She has had chances to my certain knowledge (widowers and such).
But if all the men in the world should come and stand in rows in front of her gate with gilded crowns in their hands all ready to crown her, and septers all ready for her to grasp holt of, and wield over the world, she would refuse every one of "em.
She has had a disappointment, Submit has. And she looked at the world so long through tears, that the world got to lookin" sort o" dim like and shadowy to her, and the whole men race looked to her fur off and misty, as folks will when you look at "em through a rain.
She couldn"t marry one of them shadows of men, if she tried, and she hain"t never tried. No, her heart always has been, and is now, fur away, a-travellin" through unknown regions, unknown, and yet more real to her than Jonesville or Zoar, a-follerin" the one man in the world who is a reality to her. Submit wuz engaged to a young Methodist minister by the name of Samuel Danker. I remember him well. A good lookin" young fellow at the time, with blue eyes and light hair, ruther long and curly, and kinder wavin" back from his forward, and a deep spiritual look in his eyes. In fact, his eyes looked right through the fashions and follys of the civilized world, into the depths of ignorance, rivers of ruin and despair, that wuz a-washin" over a human race, black jungles where naked sin and natural depravities crouched hungry for victims.
Samuel Danker felt that he had got to go into heathen lands as a missionary. He wuz engaged to Submit, and loved her dearly, and he urged her to go too.
But Submit had a invalid father on her hands, a bed rid grandfather, and three young brothers, too young to earn a thing, and they all on "em together hadn"t a cent of money to their names. They had twenty-five acres of middlin" poor land, and a old house.
Wall, Submit felt that she couldn"t leave these helpless ones and go to more foreign heathen lands. So, with a achin" heart, she let Samuel Danker go from her, for he felt a call, loud, and she couldn"t counsel him to shet up his ears, or put cotton into "em. Submit Tewksbury had always loved and worked for the Methodist meetin" house (she jined it on probation when she wuz thirteen). But although she always had been extremely liberal in givin", and had made a practice of contributin" every cent she could spare to the meetin" house, it wuz spozed that Samuel Danker wuz the biggest offerin" she had ever give to it.
Fur it wuz known that he went to her the night before he sot sail, took supper with her, and told her she should decide the matter for him, whether he went or whether he staid.
It wuz spozed his love for Submit wuz so great that it made him waver when the time come that he must leave her to her lot of toil and sacrifice and loneliness.
But Submit loved the Methodist meetin" house to that extent, she leaned so hard on the arm of Duty, that she nerved up her courage anew, refused to accept the sacrifice of his renunciation, bid him go to his great work, and quit himself like a man-told him she would always love him, pray for him, be constant to him. And she felt that the Master they both wanted to serve would some day bring him back to her.
So he sailed away to his heathens-and Submit stayed to home with her five helpless males and her achin" heart. And if I had to tell which made her the most trouble, I couldn"t to save my life.
She knew the secret of her achin" heart, and the long dark nights she kep awake with it. The neighbors couldn"t understand that exactly, for there hain"t no language been discovered yet that will give voice to the silent crys of a breakin" heart, a tender heart, a constant heart, cryin" out acrost the grayness of dreary days acrost the blackness of lonely nights.
But we could see her troubles with the peevish paralasys of age, with the tremendus follys of undisciplined youth.
But Submit took care of the hull caboodle of "em; worked out some by days" works, to get more necessaries for "em than the poor little farm would bring in; nursed the sick on their sick-beds and on their death-beds, till she see "em into Heaven-or that is where we spoze they went to, bein" deservin" old males both on "em, her father and her grandfather, and in full connectin with the Methodist Episcopel meetin" house.
She took care of her young brothers, patient with "em always, ready to mend bad rents in their clothin" and their behavior-tryin" to prop up their habits and their morals, givin" "em all the schoolin" she could, givin" "em all a good trade, all but the youngest, him she kep with her always till the Lord took him (scarlet fever), took him to learn the mysterius trade of the immortals.
Submit had a hard fit of sickness after that. And when she got up agin, there wuz round her pale forward a good many white hairs that wuz orburn before the little boy went away from her.
Sense that, the other boys have married, and Submit has lived alone in the old farm-house, lettin" the farm out on shares. It is all run down; she don"t get much from it; it don"t yield much but trouble and burdocks, but as little as she gets, she always will, as I say, do her full share, and more than her share, for the meetin" house.
Some think it is on account of her inherient goodness, and some think it is on account of Samuel Danker.
We all spose she hain"t forgot Samuel. And they do say that every year when the day comes round, that he took supper with her for the last time, she puts a plate on for him-the very one he eat on last--a pink edged chiny plate, with gilt sprigs, the last one left of her mother"s first set of chiny.
That is what they say, I hain"t never seen the plate.
It is now about twenty years sense Samuel Danker went to heathen lands. And as it wuz a man-eatin" tribe he went to preach to, and as he hain"t been heern of from that day to this, it is spozed that they eat him up some years ago.
But it is thought that Submit hain"t gin up hope yet. We spoze so, but don"t know, on account of her never sayin" anything on the subject. But we judge from the plate.
Wall, as I say (and I have episoded fearfully, fearfully), Submit took supper with me that night. And after Josiah had put out his horse (he had been to Jonesville for the evenin" mail, and stopped for us at the meetin" house on his way back), he took the World out of his pocket, and perused it for some time, and from that learned the great news that wimmen wuz jest about to be held up agin, to see if her strength wuz sufficient to set on the Conference.
And oh! how Josiah Allen went on about it to Submit and me, all the while we wuz a eatin" supper-and for more"n a hour afterwuds.
CHAPTER XII.
Submit wuz very skairt to heern him go on (she felt more nervous on account of an extra hard day"s work), and I myself wuz beat out, but I wuzn"t afraid at all of him, though he did go on elegant, and dretful empressive and even skairful.
He stood up on the same old ground that men have always stood up on, the ground of man"s great strength and capability, and wimmen"s utter weakness, helplessness, and incapacity. Josiah enlarged almost wildly on the subject of how high, how inaccessibley lofty the Conference wuz, and the utter impossibility of a weak, helpless, fragaile bein" like a women ever gettin" up on it, much less settin" on it. And then, oh how vividly he depictered it, how he and every other male Methodist in the land loved wimmen too well, worshipped "em too deeply to put such a wearin" job onto "em. Oh how Josiah Allen soared up in eloquence. Submit shed tears, or, that is, I thought she did-I see her wipe her eyes any way. Some think that about the time the Samuel Danker anniversary comes round, she is more nervous and deprested. It wuz very near now, and take that with her hard work that day, it accounts some for her extra depression-though, without any doubt, it wuz Josiah"s talk that started the tears.
I couldn"t bear to see Submit look so mournful and deprested, and so, though I wuz that tired myself that I could hardly hold my head up, yet I did take my bits in my teeth, as you may say, and asked him- What the awful hard job wuz that he and other men wuz so anxus to ward offen wimmen.
And he sez, "Why, a settin" on the Conference."
And I sez, "I don"t believe that is such a awful hard job to tackle."
"Yes, indeed, it is," sez Josiah in his most skairful axent, "yes, it is."
And he shook his head meenin"ly and impressively, and looked at me and Submit in as mysterius and strange a way, es I have ever been looked at in my life, and I have had dretful curius looks cast onto me, from first to last. And he sez in them deep impressive axents of hisen, "You jest try it once, and see-I have sot on it, and I know."
Josiah wuz sent once as a delegate to the Methodist Conference, so I spozed he did know.
But I sez, "Why you come home the second day when you sot as happy as a king, and you told me how you had rested off durin" the two days, and how you had visited round at Uncle Jenkins"es, and Cousin Henn"s, and you said that you never had had such a good time in your hull life, as you did when you wuz a settin". You looked as happy as a king, and acted so."
Josiah looked dumbfounded for most a quarter of a minute. For he knew my words wuz as true es anything ever sot down in Matthew, Mark, or Luke, or any of the other old patriarks. He knew it wuz Gospel truth, that he had boasted of his good times a settin", and as I say for nearly a quarter of a minute he showed plain signs of mortification.
But almost imegietly he recovered himself, and went on with the doggy obstinacy of his sect: "Oh, wall! Men can tackle hard jobs, and get some enjoyment out of it too, when it is in the line of duty. One thing that boys em" up, and makes em" happy, is the thought that they are a keepin" trouble and care offen wimmen. That is a sweet thought to men, and always wuz. And there wuz great strains put onto our minds, us men that sot, that wimmen couldn"t be expected to grapple with, and hadn"t ort to try to. It wuz a great strain onto us."
"What was the nater of the strain?" sez I. "I didn"t know as you did a thing only sot still there and go to sleep. You wuz fast asleep there most the hull of the time, for it come straight to me from them that know. And all that Deacon Bobbet did who went with you wuz to hold up his hand two or three times a votin". I shouldn"t think that wuz so awful wearin"."
And agin I sez, "What wuz the strain?"
But Josiah didn"t answer, for that very minute he remembered a pressin" engagement he had about borrowin" a plow. He said he had got to go up to Joe Charnick"s to get his plow. (I don"t believe he wanted a plow that time of night.) But he hurried away from the spot. And soon after Submit went home lookin" more deprested and down-casted than ever.
And Josiah Allen didn"t get home till late at night. I dare persume to say it wuz as late as a quarter to nine when that man got back to the bosom of his family.