Mrs. Whipple almost screamed out at the neighbor. "He does does know what He"s doing! He"s as able as any other child! Come know what He"s doing! He"s as able as any other child! Come 50.down out of there, you!" When He finally reached the ground she could hardly keep her hands off Him for acting like that before people, a grin all over His face and her worried sick about Him all the time.
"It"s the neighbors," said Mrs. Whipple to her husband. "Oh, I do mortally wish they would keep out of our business. I can"t afford to let Him do anything for fear they"ll come nosing around about it. Look at the bees, now. Adna can"t handle them, they sting him up so; I haven"t got time to do everything, and now I don"t dare let Him. But if He gets a sting He don"t really mind."
"It"s just because He ain"t got sense enough to be scared of anything," said Mr. Whipple.
"You ought to be ashamed of yourself," said Mrs. Whipple, "talking that way about your own child. Who"s to take up for Him if we don"t, I"d like to know? He sees a lot that goes on, He listens to things all the time. And anything I tell Him to do He does it.
Don"t never let anybody hear you say such things. They"d think you favored the other children over Him."
"Well, now I don"t, and you know it, and what"s the use of getting all worked up about it? You always think the worst of everything. Just let Him alone, He"ll get along somehow. He gets plenty to eat and wear, don"t He?" Mr. Whipple suddenly felt tired out. "Anyhow, it can"t be helped now."
Mrs. Whipple felt tired too, she complained in a tired voice.
"What"s done can"t never be undone, I know that as good as anybody; but He"s my child, and I"m not going to have people say anything. I get sick of people coming around saying things all the time."
In the early fall Mrs. Whipple got a letter from her brother saying he and his wife and two children were coming over for a little visit next Sunday week. "Put the big pot in the litde one," he wrote at the end. Mrs. Whipple read this part out loud twice, she was so pleased. Her brother was a great one for saying funny things. "We"ll just show him that"s no joke," she said, "we"ll just butcher one of the sucking pigs."
"It"s a waste and I don"t hold with waste the way we are now,"
said Mr. Whipple. "That pig"ll be worth money by Christmas."
"It"s a shame and a pity we can"t have a decent meal"s vittles once in a while when my own family comes to see us," said Mrs.
51.Whipple. "I"d hate for his wife to go back and say there wasn"t a thing in the house to eat. My G.o.d, it"s better than buying up a great chance of meat in town. There"s where you"d spend the money!"
"All right, do it yourself then," said Mr. Whipple. "Christa-mighty, no wonder we can"t get ahead!"
The question was how to get the little pig away from his ma, a great fighter, worse than a Jersey cow. Adna wouldn"t try it: "That sow"d rip my insides out all over the pen." "All right, old fraidy,"
said Mrs. Whipple, " He"s He"s not scared. Watch not scared. Watch Him Him do it." And she laughed as though it was all a good joke and gave Him a little push towards the pen. He sneaked up and s.n.a.t.c.hed the pig right away from the teat and galloped back and was over the fence with the sow raging at His heels. The little black squirming thing was screeching like a baby in a tantrum, stiffening its back and stretching its mouth to the ears. Mrs. Whipple took the pig with her face stiff and sliced its throat with one stroke. When He saw the blood He gave a great jolting breath and ran away. "But He"ll forget and eat plenty, just the same," thought Mrs. Whipple. Whenever she was thinking, her lips moved making words. "He"d eat it all if I didn"t stop Him. He"d eat up every mouthful from the other two if I"d let Him." do it." And she laughed as though it was all a good joke and gave Him a little push towards the pen. He sneaked up and s.n.a.t.c.hed the pig right away from the teat and galloped back and was over the fence with the sow raging at His heels. The little black squirming thing was screeching like a baby in a tantrum, stiffening its back and stretching its mouth to the ears. Mrs. Whipple took the pig with her face stiff and sliced its throat with one stroke. When He saw the blood He gave a great jolting breath and ran away. "But He"ll forget and eat plenty, just the same," thought Mrs. Whipple. Whenever she was thinking, her lips moved making words. "He"d eat it all if I didn"t stop Him. He"d eat up every mouthful from the other two if I"d let Him."
She felt badly about it. He was ten years old now and a third again as large as Adna, who was going on fourteen. "It"s a shame, a shame," she kept saying under her breath, "and Adna with so much brains!"
She kept on feeling badly about all sorts of things. In the first place it was the man"s work to butcher; the sight of the pig sc.r.a.ped pink and naked made her sick. He was too fat and soft and pitiful-looking. It was simply a shame the way things had to happen. By the time she had finished it up, she almost wished her brother would stay at home.
Early Sunday morning Mrs. Whipple dropped everything to get Him all cleaned up. In an hour He was dirty again, with crawling under fences after a possum, and straddling along the rafters of the barn looking for eggs in the hayloft. "My Lord, look at you now after all my trying! And here"s Adna and Emly staying so quiet. I get tired trying to keep you decent. Get off that shirt and put on another, people will say I don"t half dress you!" And she boxed 52 52 Him on the ears, hard. He blinked and blinked and rubbed His head, and His face hurt Mrs. Whipple"s feelings. Her knees began to tremble, she had to sit down while she b.u.t.toned His shirt. "I"m just all gone before the day starts."
The brother came with his plump healthy wife and two great roaring hungry boys. They had a grand dinner, with the pig roasted to a crackling in the middle of the table, full of dressing, a pickled peach in his mouth and plenty of gravy for the sweet potatoes.
"This looks like prosperity all right," said the brother; "you"re going to have to roll me home like I was a barrel when I"m done."
Everybody laughed out loud; it was fine to hear them laughing all at once around the table. Mrs. Whipple felt warm and good about it. "Oh, we"ve got six more of these; I say it"s as little as we can do when you come to see us so seldom."
He wouldn"t come into the dining room, and Mrs. Whipple pa.s.sed it off very well. "He"s timider than my other two," she said, "He"ll just have to get used to you. There isn"t everybody He"ll make up with, you know how it is with some children, even cousins." n.o.body said anything out of the way.
"Just like my Alfy here," said the brother"s wife. "I sometimes got to lick him to make him shake hands with his own grand-mammy."
So that was over, and Mrs. Whipple loaded up a big plate for Him first, before everybody. "I always say He ain"t to be slighted, no matter who else goes without," she said, and carried it to Him herself.
"He can chin Himself on the top of the door," said Emly, helping along.
"That"s fine, He"s getting along fine," said the brother.
They went away after supper. Mrs. Whipple rounded up the dishes, and sent the children to bed and sat down and unlaced her shoes. "You see?" she said to Mr. Whipple. "That"s the way my whole family is. Nice and considerate about everything. No out-of-the-way remarks-they have have got refinement. I get awfully sick of people"s remarks. Wasn"t that pig good?" got refinement. I get awfully sick of people"s remarks. Wasn"t that pig good?"
Mr. Whipple said, "Yes, we"re out three hundred pounds of pork, that"s all. It"s easy to be polite when you come to eat. Who knows what they had in their minds all along?"
53."Yes, that"s like you," said Mrs. Whipple. "I don"t expect anything else from you. You"ll be telling me next that my own brother will be saying around that we made Him eat in the kitchen! Oh, my G.o.d!" She rocked her head in her hands, a hard pain started in the very middle of her forehead. "Now it"s all spoiled, and everything was so nice and easy. All right, you don"t like them and you never did-all right, they"ll not come here again soon, never you mind! But they can"t can"t say He wasn"t dressed every lick as good as Adna-oh, honest, sometimes I wish I was dead!" say He wasn"t dressed every lick as good as Adna-oh, honest, sometimes I wish I was dead!"
"I wish you"d let up," said Mr. Whipple. "It"s bad enough as it is."
It was a hard winter. It seemed to Mrs. Whipple that they hadn"t ever known anything but hard times, and now to cap it all a winter like this. The crops were about half of what they had a right to expect; after the cotton was in it didn"t do much more than cover the grocery bill. They swapped off one of the plow horses, and got cheated, for the new one died of the heaves. Mrs. Whipple kept thinking all the time it was terrible to have a man you couldn"t depend on not to get cheated. They cut down on everything, but Mrs. Whipple kept saying there are things you can"t cut down on, and they cost money. It took a lot of warm clothes for Adna and Emly, who walked four miles to school during the three-months session. "He sets around the fire a lot, He won"t need so much,"
said Mr. Whipple. "That"s so," said Mrs. Whipple, "and when He does the outdoor ch.o.r.es He can wear your tarpaullion coat. I can"t do no better, that"s all."
In February He was taken sick, and lay curled up under His blanket looking very blue in the face and acting as if He would choke. Mr. and Mrs. Whipple did everything they could for Him for two days, and then they were scared and sent for the doctor.
The doctor told them they must keep Him warm and give Him plenty of milk and eggs. "He isn"t as stout as He looks, I"m afraid," said the doctor. "You"ve got to watch them when they"re like that. You must put more cover onto Him, too."
"I just took off His big blanket to wash," said Mrs. Whipple, ashamed. "I can"t stand dirt.""Well, you"d better put it back on the minute it"s dry," said the doctor, "or He"ll have pneumonia."
54.Mr. and Mrs. Whipple took a blanket off their own bed and put His cot in by the fire. "They can"t say we didn"t do everything for Him," she said, "even to sleeping cold ourselves on His account."
When the winter broke He seemed to be well again, but He walked as if His feet hurt Him. He was able to run a cotton planter during the season.
"I got it all fixed up with Jim Ferguson about breeding the cow next time," said Mr. Whipple. "I"ll pasture the bull this summer and give Jim some fodder in the fall. That"s better than paying out money when you haven"t got it."
"I hope you didn"t say such a thing before Jim Ferguson," said Mrs. Whipple. "You oughtn"t to let him know we"re so down as all that."
"G.o.damighty, that ain"t saying we"re down. A man is got to look ahead sometimes. He can lead the bull over today. I need Adna on the place."
At first Mrs. Whipple felt easy in her mind about sending Him for the bull. Adna was too jumpy and couldn"t be trusted. You"ve got to be steady around animals. After He was gone she started thinking, and after a while she could hardly bear it any longer. She stood in the lane and watched for Him. It was nearly three miles to go and a hot day, but He oughtn"t to be so long about it. She shaded her eyes and stared until colored bubbles floated in her eyeb.a.l.l.s. It was just like everything else in life, she must always worry and never know a moment"s peace about anything. After a long time she saw Him turn into the side lane, limping. He came on very slowly, leading the big hulk of an animal by a ring in the nose, twirling a little stick in His hand, never looking back or sideways, but coming on like a sleepwalker with His eyes half shut.
Mrs. Whipple was scared sick of bulls; she had heard awful stories about how they followed on quietly enough, and then suddenly pitched on with a bellow and pawed and gored a body to pieces. Any second now that black monster would come down on Him, my G.o.d, He"d never have sense enough to run.
She mustn"t make a sound nor a move; she mustn"t get the bull started. The bull heaved his head aside and horned the air at a fly.
Her voice burst out of her in a shriek, and she screamed at Him to come on, for G.o.d"s sake. He didn"t seem to hear her clamor, but kept on twirling His switch and limping on, and the bull lumbered 55.along behind him as gently as a calf. Mrs. Whipple stopped calling and ran towards the house, praying under her breath: "Lord, don"t let anything happen to Him. Lord, you know know people will say we oughtn"t to have sent Him. You people will say we oughtn"t to have sent Him. You know know they"ll say we didn"t take care of Him. Oh, get Him home, safe home, safe home, and I"ll look out for Him better! Amen." they"ll say we didn"t take care of Him. Oh, get Him home, safe home, safe home, and I"ll look out for Him better! Amen."
She watched from the window while He led the beast in, and tied him up in the barn. It was no use trying to keep up, Mrs.
Whipple coui"dn"t bear another thing. She sat down and rocked and cried with her ap.r.o.n over her head.
From year to year the Whipples were growing poorer and poorer. The place just seemed to run down of itself, no matter how hard they worked. "We"re losing our hold," said Mrs. Whipple.
"Why can"t we do like other people and watch for our best chances? They"ll be calling us poor white trash next."
"When I get to be sixteen I"m going to leave," said Adna. "I"m going to get a job in Powell"s grocery store. There"s money in that.
No more farm for me."
"I"m going to be a schoolteacher," said Emly. "But I"ve got to finish the eighth grade, anyhow. Then I can live in town. I don"t see any chances here."
"Emly takes after my family," said Mrs. Whipple. "Ambitious every last one of them, and they don"t take second place for anybody."
When fall came Emly got a chance to wait on table in the railroad eating-house in the town near by, and it seemed such a shame not to take it when the wages were good and she could get her food too, that Mrs. Whipple decided to let her take it, and not bother with school until the next session. "You"ve got plenty of time," she said. "You"re young and smart as a whip."
With Adna gone too, Mr. Whipple tried to run the farm with just Him to help. He seemed to get along fine, doing His work and part of Adna"s without noticing it. They did well enough until Christmas time, when one morning He slipped on the ice coming up from the barn. Instead of getting up He thrashed round and round, and when Mr. Whipple got to Him, He was having some sort of fit.
They brought Him inside and tried to make Him sit up, but He blubbered and rolled, so they put Him to bed and Mr. Whipple 56.rode to town for the doctor. All the way there and back he worried about where the money was to come from: it sure did look like he had about all the troubles he could carry.
From then on He stayed in bed. His legs swelled up double their size, and the fits kept coming back. After four months, the doctor said, "It"s no use, I think you"d better put Him in the County Home for treatment right away. I"ll see about it for you. He"ll have good care there and be off your hands."
"We don"t begrudge Him any care, and I won"t let Him out of my sight," said Mrs. Whipple. "I won"t have it said I sent my sick child off among strangers."
"I know how you feel," said the doctor. "You can"t tell me anything about that, Mrs. Whipple. I"ve got a boy of my own. But you"d better listen to me. I can"t do anything more for Him, that"s the truth."
Mr. and Mrs. Whipple talked it over a long time that night after they went to bed. "It"s just charity," said Mrs. Whipple, "that"s what we"ve come to, charity! I certainly never looked for this."
"We pay taxes to help support the place just like everybody else," said Mr. Whipple, "and I don"t call that taking charity. I think it would be fine to have Him where He"d get the best of everything ... and besides, I can"t keep up with these doctor bills any longer."
"Maybe that"s why the doctor wants us to send Him-he"s scared he won"t get his money," said Mrs. Whipple.
"Don"t talk like that," said Mr. Whipple, feeling pretty sick, "or we won"t be able to send Him."
"Oh, but we won"t keep Him there long," said Mrs. Whipple.
"Soon"s He"s better, we"ll bring Him right back home."
"The doctor has told you and told you time and again He can"t ever get better, and you might as well stop talking," said Mr. Whipple. "Doctors don"t know everything," said Mrs. Whipple, feeling almost happy. "But anyhow, in the summer Emly can come home for a vacation, and Adna can get down for Sundays: we"ll all work together and get on our feet again, and the children will feel they"ve got a place to come to."
All at once she saw it full summer again, with the garden going fine, and new white roller shades up all over the house, and Adna 57 and Emly home, so full of life, all of them happy together. Oh, it could happen, things would ease up on them.
They didn"t talk before Him much, but they never knew just how much He understood. Finally the doctor set the day and a neighbor who owned a double-seated carryall offered to drive them over. The hospital would have sent an ambulance, but Mrs.
Whipple couldn"t stand to see Him going away looking so sick as all that. They wrapped Him in blankets, and the neighbor and Mr.
Whipple lifted Him into the back seat of the carryall beside Mrs.
Whipple, who had on her black shirt waist. She couldn"t stand to go looking like charity.
"You"ll be all right, I guess I"ll stay behind," said Mr. Whipple.
"It don"t look like everybody ought to leave the place at once."
"Besides, it ain"t as if He was going to stay forever," said Mrs.
Whipple to the neighbor. "This is only for a little while."
They started away, Mrs. Whipple holding to the edges of the blankets to keep Him from sagging sideways. He sat there blinking and blinking. He worked His hands out and began rubbing His nose with His knuckles, and then with the end of the blanket. Mrs.
Whipple couldn"t believe what she saw; He was scrubbing away big tears that rolled out of the corners of His eyes. He sniveled and made a gulping noise. Mrs. Whipple kept saying, "Oh, honey, you don"t feel so bad, do you? You don"t feel so bad, do you?" for He seemed to be accusing her of something. Maybe He remembered that time she boxed His ears, maybe He had been scared that day with the bull, maybe He had slept cold and couldn"t tell her about it; maybe He knew they were sending Him away for good and all because they were too poor to keep Him. Whatever it was, Mrs.
Whipple couldn"t bear to think of it. She began to cry, frightfully, and wrapped her arms tight around Him. His head rolled on her shoulder: she had loved Him as much as she possibly could, there were Adna and Emly who had to be thought of too, there was nothing she could do to make up to Him for His life. Oh, what a mortal pity He was ever born.
They came in sight of the hospital, with the neighbor driving very fast, not daring to look behind him.
Theft.
She had the purse in her hand when she came in. Standing in the middle of the floor, holding her bathrobe around her and trailing a damp towel in one hand, she surveyed the immediate past and remembered everything clearly. Yes, she had opened the flap and spread it out on the bench after she had dried the purse with her handkerchief.
She had intended to take the Elevated, and naturally she looked in her purse to make certain she had the fare, and was pleased to find forty cents in the coin envelope. She was going to pay her own fare, too, even if Camilo did have the habit of seeing her up the steps and dropping a nickel in the machine before he gave the turnstile a little push and sent her through it with a bow. Camilo by a series of compromises had managed to make effective a fairly complete set of smaller courtesies, ignoring the larger and more troublesome ones. She had walked with him to the station in a pouring rain, because she knew he was almost as poor as she was, and when he insisted on a taxi, she was firm and said, "You know it simply will not do." He was wearing a new hat of a pretty biscuit shade, for it never occurred to him to buy anything of a practical color; he had put it on for the first time and the rain was spoiling it. She kept thinking, "But this is dreadful, where will he get another?" She compared it with Eddie"s hats that always seemed to be precisely seven years old and as if they had been quite purposely left out in the rain, and yet they sat with a careless and incidental rightness on Eddie. But Camilo was far different; if he wore a shabby hat it would be merely shabby on him, and he 59.would lose his spirits over it. If she had not feared Camilo would take it badly, for he insisted on the practice of his little ceremonies up to the point he had fixed for them, she would have said to him as they left Thora"s house, "Do go home. I can surely reach the station by myself."
"It is written that we must be rained upon tonight," said Camilo, "so let it be together."
At the foot of the platform stairway she staggered slightly-they were both nicely set up on Thora"s c.o.c.ktails-and said: "At least, Camilo, do me the favor not to climb these stairs in your present state, since for you it is only a matter of coming down again at once, and you"ll certainly break your neck."
He made three quick bows, he was Spanish, and leaped off through the rainy darkness. She stood watching him, for he was a very graceful young man, thinking that tomorrow morning he would gaze soberly at his spoiled hat and soggy shoes and possibly a.s.sociate her with his misery. As she watched, he stopped at the far corner and took off his hat and hid it under his overcoat. She felt she had betrayed him by seeing, because he would have been humiliated if he thought she even suspected him of trying to save his hat.
Roger"s voice sounded over her shoulder above the clang of the rain falling on the stairway shed, wanting to know what she was doing out in the rain at this time of night, and did she take herself for a duck? His long, imperturbable face was streaming with water, and he tapped a bulging spot on the breast of his b.u.t.toned-up overcoat: "Hat," he said. "Come on, let"s take a taxi."
She settled back against Roger"s arm which he laid around her shoulders, and with the gesture they exchanged a glance full of long amiable a.s.sociations, then she looked through the window at the rain changing the shapes of everything, and the colors. The taxi dodged in and out between the pillars of the Elevated, skidding slightly on every curve, and she said: "The more it skids the calmer I feel, so I really must be drunk."
"You must be," said Roger. "This bird is a homicidal maniac, and I could do with a c.o.c.ktail myself this minute."
They waited on the traffic at Fortieth Street and Sixth Avenue, and three boys walked before the nose of the taxi. Under the 60.globes of light they were cheerful scarecrows, all very thin and all wearing very seedy snappy-cut suits and gay neckties. They were not very sober either, and they stood for a moment wobbling in front of the car, and there was an argument going on among them.
They leaned toward each other as if they were getting ready to sing, and the first one said: "When I get married it won"t be jus"
for getting married, I"m gonna marry for love, love, see?" and the second one said, "Aw, gwan and tell that stuff to see?" and the second one said, "Aw, gwan and tell that stuff to her, her, why n"t yuh?" why n"t yuh?"
and the third one gave a kind of hoot, and said, "h.e.l.l, dis guy?
Wot the h.e.l.l"s he got?" and the first one said: "Aaah, shurrup yuh mush, I got plenty." Then they all squealed and scrambled across the street beating the first one on the back and pushing him around.
"Nuts," commented Roger, "pure nuts."
Two girls went skittering by in short transparent raincoats, one green, one red, their heads tucked against the drive of the rain.
One of them was saying to the other, "Yes, I know all about that. that.
But what about me? You"re always so sorry for him . him . . ." and they ran on with their little pelican legs flashing back and forth. . ." and they ran on with their little pelican legs flashing back and forth.
The taxi backed up suddenly and leaped forward again, and after a while Roger said: "I had a letter from Stella today, and she"ll be home on the twenty-sixth, so I suppose she"s made up her mind and it"s all settled."