"Mr. Adams," said Silence, "I tell you, to begin with, I"m not a going to be sauced in this "ere way by you. You hain"t got common decency, nor common sense, nor common any thing else, to talk so to me about my father; I won"t bear it, I tell you."
"Why, Miss Jones," said Uncle Jaw, "how you talk! Well, to be sure, "Squire Jones is dead and gone, and it"s as well not to call it cheatin", as I was tellin" Deacon Enos when he was talking about that "ere lot--that "ere lot, you know, that he sold the deacon, and never let him have the deed on"t."
"That"s a lie," said Silence, starting on her feet; "that"s an up and down black lie! I tell you that, now, before you say another word."
"Miss Silence, railly, you seem to be getting touchy," said Uncle Jaw; "well, to be sure, if the deacon can let that pa.s.s, other folks can; and maybe the deacon will, because "Squire Jones was a church member, and the deacon is "mazin" tender about bringin" out any thing against professors; but railly, now, Miss Silence, I didn"t think you and Susan were going to work it so cunning in this here way."
"I don"t know what you mean, and, what"s more, I don"t care," said Silence, resuming her work, and calling back the bolt-upright dignity with which she began.
There was a pause of some moments, during which the features of Silence worked with suppressed rage, which was contemplated by Uncle Jaw with undisguised satisfaction.
"You see, I s"pose, I shouldn"t a minded your Susan"s setting out to court up my Joe, if it hadn"t a been for them things."
"Courting your son! Mr. Adams, I should like to know what you mean by that. I"m sure n.o.body wants your son, though he"s a civil, likely fellow enough; yet with such an old dragon for a father, I"ll warrant he won"t get any body to court him, nor be courted by him neither."
"Railly, Miss Silence, you ain"t hardly civil, now."
"Civil! I should like to know who _could_ be civil. You know, now, as well as I do, that you are saying all this out of clear, sheer ugliness; and that"s what you keep a doing all round the neighborhood."
"Miss Silence," said Uncle Jaw, "I don"t want no hard words with you.
It"s pretty much known round the neighborhood that your Susan thinks she"ll get my Joe, and I s"pose you was thinking that perhaps it would be the best way of settling up matters; but you see, now, I took and tell"d my son I railly didn"t see as I could afford it; I took and tell"d him that young folks must have something considerable to start with; and that, if Susan lost that "ere piece of ground, as is likely she will, it would be cutting off quite too much of a piece; so, you see, I don"t want you to take no encouragement about that."
"Well, I think this is pretty well!" exclaimed Silence, provoked beyond measure or endurance; "you old torment! think I don"t know what you"re at! I and Susan courting your son? I wonder if you ain"t ashamed of yourself, now! I should like to know what I or she have done, now, to get that notion into your head?"
"I didn"t s"pose you "spected to get him yourself," said Uncle Jaw, "for I guess by this time you"ve pretty much gin up trying, hain"t ye? But Susan does, I"m pretty sure."
"Here, Susan! Susan! you--come down!" called Miss Silence, in great wrath, throwing open the chamber door. "Mr. Adams wants to speak with you." Susan, fluttering and agitated, slowly descended into the room, where she stopped, and looked hesitatingly, first at Uncle Jaw and then at her sister, who, without ceremony, proposed the subject matter of the interview as follows:--
"Now, Susan, here"s this man pretends to say that you"ve been a courting and snaring to get his son; and I just want you to tell him that you hain"t never had no thought of him, and that you won"t have, neither."
This considerate way of announcing the subject had the effect of bringing the burning color into Susan"s face, as she stood like a convicted culprit, with her eyes bent on the floor.
Uncle Jaw, savage as he was, was always moved by female loveliness, as wild beasts are said to be mysteriously swayed by music, and looked on the beautiful, downcast face with more softening than Miss Silence, who, provoked that Susan did not immediately respond to the question, seized her by the arm, and eagerly reiterated,--
"Susan! why don"t you speak, child?"
Gathering desperate courage, Susan shook off the hand of Silence, and straightened herself up with as much dignity as some little flower lifts up its head when it has been bent down by rain drops.
"Silence," she said, "I never would have come down if I had thought it was to hear such things as this. Mr. Adams, all I have to say to you is, that your son has sought me, and not I your son. If you wish to know any more, he can tell you better than I."
"Well, I vow! she is a pretty gal," said Uncle Jaw, as Susan shut the door.
This exclamation was involuntary; then recollecting himself, he picked up his hat, and saying, "Well, I guess I may as well get along hum," he began to depart; but turning round before he shut the door, he said, "Miss Silence, if you should conclude to do any thing about that "ere fence, just send word over and let me know."
Silence, without deigning any reply, marched up into Susan"s little chamber, where our heroine was treating resolution to a good fit of crying.
"Susan, I did not think you had been such a fool," said the lady. "I do want to know, now, if you"ve railly been thinking of getting married, and to that Joe Adams of all folks!"
Poor Susan! such an interlude in all her pretty, romantic little dreams about kindred feelings and a hundred other delightful ideas, that flutter like singing birds through the fairy land of first love. Such an interlude! to be called on by gruff human voices to give up all the cherished secrets that she had trembled to whisper even to herself. She felt as if love itself had been defiled by the coa.r.s.e, rough hands that had been meddling with it; so to her sister"s soothing address Susan made no answer, only to cry and sob still more bitterly than before.
Miss Silence, if she had a great stout heart, had no less a kind one, and seeing Susan take the matter so bitterly to heart, she began gradually to subside.
"Susan, you poor little fool, you," said she, at the same time giving her a hearty slap, as expressive of earnest sympathy, "I really do feel for you; that good-for-nothing fellow has been a cheatin" you, I do believe."
"O, don"t talk any more about it, for mercy"s sake," said Susan; "I am sick of the whole of it."
"That"s you, Susan! Glad to hear you say so! I"ll stand up for you, Susan; if I catch Joe Adams coming here again with his palavering face, I"ll let him know!"
"No, no! Don"t, for mercy"s sake, say any thing to Mr. Adams--don"t!"
"Well, child, don"t claw hold of a body so! Well, at any rate, I"ll just let Joe Adams know that we hain"t nothing more to say to him."
"But I don"t wish to say that--that is--I don"t know--indeed, sister Silence, don"t say any thing about it."
"Why not? You ain"t such a _natural_, now, as to want to marry him, after all, hey?"
"I don"t know what I want, nor what I don"t want; only, Silence, do now, if you love me, do promise not to say any thing at all to Mr.
Adams--don"t."
"Well, then, I won"t," said Silence; "but, Susan, if you railly was in love all this while, why hain"t you been and told me? Don"t you know that I"m as much as a mother to you, and you ought to have told me in the beginning?"
"I don"t know, Silence! I couldn"t--I don"t want to talk about it."
"Well, Susan, you ain"t a bit like me," said Silence--a remark evincing great discrimination, certainly, and with which the conversation terminated.
That very evening our friend Joseph walked down towards the dwelling of the sisters, not without some anxiety for the result, for he knew by his father"s satisfied appearance that war had been declared. He walked into the family room, and found n.o.body there but Miss Silence, who was sitting, grim as an Egyptian sphinx, st.i.tching very vigorously on a meal bag, in which interesting employment she thought proper to be so much engaged as not to remark the entrance of our hero. To Joseph"s accustomed "Good evening, Miss Silence," she replied merely by looking up with a cold nod, and went on with her sewing. It appeared that she had determined on a literal version of her promise not to say any thing to Mr. Adams.
Our hero, as we have before stated, was familiar with the crooks and turns of the female mind, and mentally resolved to put a bold face on the matter, and give Miss Silence no encouragement in her attempt to make him feel himself unwelcome. It was rather a frosty autumnal evening, and the fire on the hearth was decaying. Mr. Joseph bustled about most energetically, throwing down the tongs, and shovel, and bellows, while he pulled the fire to pieces, raked out ashes and brands, and then, in a twinkling, was at the woodpile, from whence he selected a ma.s.sive backlog and forestick, with accompaniments, which were soon roaring and crackling in the chimney.
"There, now, that does look something like comfort," said our hero; and drawing forward the big rocking chair, he seated himself in it, and rubbed his hands with an air of great complacency. Miss Silence looked not up, but st.i.tched so much the faster, so that one might distinctly hear the crack of the needle and the whistle of the thread all over the apartment.
"Have you a headache to-night, Miss Silence?"
"No!" was the gruff answer.
"Are you in a hurry about those bags?" said he, glancing at a pile of unmade ones which lay by her side.
No reply. "Hang it all!" said our hero to himself, "I"ll make her speak."
Miss Silence"s needle book and brown thread lay on a chair beside her.
Our friend helped himself to a needle and thread, and taking one of the bags, planted himself bolt upright opposite to Miss Silence, and pinning his work to his knee, commenced st.i.tching at a rate fully equal to her own.
Miss Silence looked up and fidgeted, but went on with her work faster than before; but the faster she worked, the faster and steadier worked our hero, all in "marvellous silence." There began to be an odd twitching about the muscles of Miss Silence"s face; our hero took no notice, having pursed his features into an expression of unexampled gravity, which only grew more intense as he perceived, by certain uneasy movements, that the adversary was beginning to waver.
As they were sitting, st.i.tching away, their needles whizzing at each other like a couple of locomotives engaged in conversation, Susan opened the door.
The poor child had been crying for the greater part of her spare time during the day, and was in no very merry humor; but the moment that her astonished eyes comprehended the scene, she burst into a fit of almost inextinguishable merriment, while Silence laid down her needle, and looked half amused and half angry. Our hero, however, continued his business with inflexible perseverance, unpinning his work and moving the seam along, and going on with increased velocity.
Poor Miss Silence was at length vanquished, and joined in the loud laugh which seemed to convulse her sister. Whereupon our hero unpinned his work, and folding it up, looked up at her with all the a.s.surance of impudence triumphant, and remarked to Susan,--