She laughed sweetly at him. "And do you think wisdom stopped with that string of proverbs?"
"You can"t get much beyond it," he answered calmly. "If we lived up to all there is in that list we shouldn"t be far out, my dear!"
Whereat she laughed again smoothed his gray mane, and kissed him in the back of his neck. "You _dear_ thing!" said Mrs. Bankside.
She kept herself busy with the new plaything as he called it. Hands that had been rather empty were now smoothly full. Her health was better, and any hint of occasional querulousness disappeared entirely; so that her husband was moved to fresh admiration of her sunny temper, and quoted for the hundredth time, ""She openeth her mouth with wisdom, and in her tongue is the law of kindness.""
Mrs. MacAvelly taught her to make towels. But Mrs. Bankside"s skill outstripped hers; she showed inventive genius and designed patterns of her own. The fineness and quality of the work increased; and she joyfully replenished her linen chest with her own handiwork.
"I tell you, my dear," said Mrs. MacAvelly, "if you"d be willing to sell them you could get almost any price for those towels. With the initials woven in. I know I could get you orders--through the Woman"s Exchange, you know!"
Mrs. Bankside was delighted. "What fun!" she said. "And I needn"t appear at all?"
"No, you needn"t appear at all--do let me try."
So Mrs. Bankside made towels of price, soft, fine, and splendid, till she was weary of them; and in the opulence of constructive genius fell to devising woven belts of elaborate design.
These were admired excessively. All her women friends wanted one, or more; the Exchange got hold of it, there was a distinct demand; and finally Mrs. MacAvelly came in one day with a very important air and a special order.
"I don"t know what you"ll think, my dear," she said, "but I happen to know the Percy"s very well--the big store people, you know; and Mr.
Percy was talking about those belts of yours to me;--of course he didn"t know they are yours; but he said (the Exchange people told him I knew, you see) he said, "If you can place an order with that woman, I can take all she"ll make and pay her full price for them. Is she poor?" he asked. "Is she dependent on her work?" And I told him, "Not altogether." And I think he thinks it an interesting case! Anyhow, there"s the order. Will you do it?"
Mrs. Bankside was much excited. She wanted to very much, but dreaded offending her husband. So far she had not told him of her quiet trade in towels; but hid and saved this precious money--the first she had ever earned.
The two friends discussed the pros and cons at considerable length; and finally with some perturbation, she decided to accept the order.
"You"ll never tell, Benigna!" she urged. "Solomon would never forgive me, I"m afraid."
"Why of course I won"t--you needn"t have a moment"s fear of it. You give them to me--I"ll stop with the carriage you see; and I take them to the Exchange--and he gets them from there."
"It seems like smuggling!" said Mrs. Bankside delightedly. "I always did love to smuggle!"
"They say women have no conscience about laws, don"t they?" Mrs.
MacAvelly suggested.
"Why should we?" answered her friend. "We don"t make "em--nor G.o.d--nor nature. Why on earth should we respect a set of silly rules made by some men one day and changed by some more the next?"
"Bless us, Polly! Do you talk to Mr. Bankside like that?"
"Indeed I don"t!" answered her hostess, holding out a particularly beautiful star-patterned belt to show to advantage. "There are lots of things I don"t say to Mr. Bankside--"A man of understanding holdeth his peace" you know--or a woman."
She was a pretty creature, her hair like that of a powdered marchioness, her rosy checks and firm slight figure suggesting a charmer in Dresden china.
Mrs. MacAvelly regarded her admiringly. ""Where there is no wood the fire goeth out; so where there is no tale bearer the strife ceaseth,""
she proudly offered, "I can quote that much myself."
But Mrs. Bankside had many misgivings as she pursued her audacious way; the busy hours flying away from her, and the always astonishing checks flying toward her in gratifying acc.u.mulation. She came down to her well-planned dinners gracious and sweet; always effectively dressed; spent the cosy quiet evenings with her husband, or went out with him, with a manner of such increased tenderness and charm that his heart warmed anew to the wife of his youth; and he even relented a little toward her miscellaneous ancestors.
As the days shortened and darkened she sparkled more and more; with little s.n.a.t.c.hes of song now and then; gay ineffectual strumming on the big piano; sudden affectionate darts at him, with quaintly distributed caresses.
"Molly!" said he, "I don"t believe you"re a day over twenty! What makes you act so?"
"Don"t you like it, So?" she asked him. That was the nearest she ever would approximate to his name.
He did like it, naturally, and even gave her an extra ten dollars to buy Christmas presents with; while he meditated giving her an electric runabout;--to her!--who was afraid of a wheelbarrow!
When the day arrived and the family were gathered together, Mrs.
Bankside, wearing the diamond brooch, the gold bracelet, the point lace handkerchief--everything she could carry of his acc.u.mulated generosity--and such an air of triumphant mystery that the tree itself was dim beside her; handed out to her astonished relatives such an a.s.sortment of desirable articles that they found no words to express their grat.i.tude.
"Why, _Mother!"_ said Jessie, whose husband was a minister and salaried as such, "Why, _Mother_--how did you know we wanted just that kind of a rug!--and a sewing-machine _too!_ And this lovely suit--and--and--why _Mother!"_
But her son-in-law took her aside and kissed her solemnly. He had wanted that particular set of sociological books for years--and never hoped to get them; or that bunch of magazines either.
Nellie had "married rich;" she was less ostentatiously favored; but she had shown her thankfulness a week ago--when her mother had handed her a check.
"Sh, sh! my dear!" her mother had said, "Not one word. I know! What pleasant weather we"re having."
This son-in-law was agreeably surprised, too; and the other relatives, married and single; while the children rioted among their tools and toys, taking this Christmas like any other, as a season of unmitigated joy.
Mr. Solomon Bankside looked on with growing amazement, making computations in his practiced mind; saying nothing whatever. Should he criticize his wife before others?
But when his turn came--when gifts upon gifts were offered to him--sets of silken handkerchiefs (he couldn"t bear the touch of a silk handkerchief!), a cabinet of cards and chips and counters of all sorts (he never played cards), an inlaid chess-table and ivory men (the game was unknown to him), a gorgeous scarf-pin (he abominated jewelery), a five pound box of candy (he never ate it), his feelings so mounted within him, that since he would not express, and could not repress them, he summarily went up stairs to his room.
She found him there later, coming in blushing, smiling, crying a little too--like a naughty but charming child.
He swallowed hard as he looked at her; and his voice was a little strained.
"I can take a joke as well as any man, Molly. I guess we"re square on that. But--my dear!--where did you get it?"
"Earned it," said she, looking down, and fingering her lace handkerchief.
"Earned it! My wife, earning money! How--if I may ask?"
"By my weaving, dear--the towels and the belts--I sold "em. Don"t be angry--n.o.body knows--my name didn"t appear at all! Please don"t be angry!--It isn"t wicked, and it was such fun!"
"No--it"s not wicked, I suppose," said he rather grimly. "But it is certainly a most mortifying and painful thing to me--most unprecedented."
"Not so unprecedented, Dear," she urged, "Even the woman you think most of did it! Don"t you remember "She maketh fine linen and selleth it--and delivereth girdles unto the merchants!""
Mr. Bankside came down handsomely.
He got used to it after a while, and then he became proud of it. If a friend ventured to suggest a criticism, or to sympathize, he would calmly respond, ""The heart of her husband doth safely trust in her, so that he shall have no need of spoil. Give her of the fruit of her hands, and let her own works praise her in the gates.""
AN OBVIOUS BLESSING