LEAF SIXTH
THE RESURRECTION RAZOO
Most parties are just bunches of selfish people who go off in the corners and have good times all by themselves, but in Hillsboro, Tennessee, it is not that way. Everybody that is not invited helps the hostess get ready and have nice things for the others, and sometimes I think they really have the best time of all.
This morning Aunt Bettie came up my front steps before breakfast with a large basketful of things for my dinner and I wondered what I would have collected to be served to those people by the time all my neighbors had made their prize contributions. It took Aunt Bettie and Judy a half-hour to unpack her things and set them in the refrigerator and on the pantry shelves. One was a plump fruit-cake that had been keeping company in a tight box with a sponge soaked in sherry for ever since New Year"s. It was ripe, or smelled so. It made me gnaw under my belt.
A little later Judy was exclaiming over a two-year-old ham that had been simmered in port and larded with egg dressing, when Mrs. Johnson came in and began to unpack her basket, which was mostly bottles of things she said she used to "stick" food. The ginger-colored barber got the run of them before the dinner was over and got badly stuck, so Judy says.
That"s what made him make the mistake.
I had planned to have a lot of strange food and had ordered some things up from a caterer in the city, but I telephoned the express man not to deliver them until the next day, even if they did spoil. How could I use soft sh.e.l.led crabs when Mrs. Wade had sent me word that she was going to bake some brook trout by a recipe of the judge"s grandmother"s? Mrs.
Hampton Buford had let me know about two fat little summer turkeys she was going to stuff with corn-pone and green sage, and _fillet mignon_ seemed foolish eating beside them. But when the little bit of a baby pig, roasted whole with an apple in its mouth, looking too frisky and innocent for worlds with his little baked tail curled up in the air, arrived from Mrs. Caruthers Cain, I went out into the garden and laughed at the idea of having spent money for lobsters, to be shipped alive and to be served broiled in their own sh.e.l.ls.
When I got back in the kitchen things were well under way, everything smelling grand, and Aunt Bettie in full swing matching up my dinner guests.
"n.o.body in this town could suit me better than Pet Buford for a daughter-in-law and I believe I"ll have all the east rooms done over in blue chintz for her. I think that would be the best thing to set off her blue eyes and corn silk hair," she was saying as she cut orange peel into strips.
"You"ve planned the refurnishing of that east wing to suit the style of nearly every girl in Hillsboro since Tom put on long trousers, Bettie Pollard, and they are just as they have been for fifteen years since you did over the whole house," said Mrs. Johnson as she poured a wine-gla.s.s half full from one bottle and added a tablespoonful from another.
"Well, I think he is really interested now from the way he danced most of his time with her down at the hotel the other night, and I have hopes I never had before. Now, Molly, do put him between you and her, sort of cornered, so he can"t even _see_ Ruth Chester. She is too old for him." And Tom"s mother looked at me over the orange peel as to a confederate.
"Humph, I"d like to see you or Molly or any woman "corner" Tom Pollard,"
said Mrs. Johnson with a wry smile as she tasted the concoction in the wine-gla.s.s.
"I have to put him at the end of the table because he is my kinsman and the only host I"ve got at present, Aunt Bettie," I said regretfully. I always take every chance to rub in Tom"s and my relationship on Aunt Bettie, so she won"t notice our flirtation.
"I"d put John Moore at the head of the table if I were you, Molly Carter, because he"s about the only man you"ve invited that has got any sense left since you and that Chester girl took to visiting Hillsboro.
He"s a host of steadiness in himself and the way he ignores all you women, who would run after him if he would let you, shows what he is. He has my full confidence," and as she delivered herself of this judgment of Doctor John, Mrs. Johnson drove in all the corks tight and began to pound spice.
"He"s not out of the widower-woods yet, Caroline," said Aunt Bettie with her most speculative smile. "I have about decided on him for Ruth since the judge has taken to following Molly about as bad as Billy Moore does.
But don"t you all say a word, for John"s mighty timid, and I don"t believe, in spite of all these years, he"s had a single notion yet. If he had had he"d have tried a set-to with you, Molly, like all the rest of the shy birds in town. He doesn"t see a woman as anything but a patient at the end of a spoon, and mighty kind and gentle he does the dosing of them, too. Just the other day--dearie me, Judy, what has boiled over now?" And in the excitement that ensued I escaped to the garden.
Yes, Aunt Bettie is right about Doctor John; he doesn"t see a woman, and there is no way to make him. What she had said about it made me realize that he had always been like that, and I told myself that there was no reason in the world why my heart should beat in my slippers on that account. Still I don"t see why Ruth Chester should have her head literally thrown against that stone wall and I wish Aunt Bettie wouldn"t. It seemed like a desecration even to try to match-make him and it made me hot with indignation all over. I dug so fiercely at the roots of my phlox with a trowel I had picked up that they groaned so loud I could almost hear them. I felt as if I must operate on something. And it was in this mood that Alfred"s letter found me.
It had a surprise in it and I sat back on the gra.s.s and read it with my heart beating like a trip-hammer. He had sailed the day he had posted it and he was due to arrive in New York almost as soon as it did, just any hour now I calculated in a flash. And "from New York immediately to Hillsboro" he had written in words that fairly sung themselves off the paper. I was frightened--so frightened that the letter shook in my hands, and with only the thought of being sure that I might be alone for a few minutes with it, I fled to the garret.
Surely no woman ever in all the world read such a letter as that, and no wonder my breath almost failed me. It was a love-letter in which the cold paper was transubstantiated into a heart that beat against mine and I bowed my head over it as I wet it with tears. I knew then that I had taken his coming back lightly; had fussed over it and been silly-proud of it; while not _really_ caring at all. All that awful melting away of my fatness seemed just a lack of confidence in his love for me; he wouldn"t have minded if I weighed five hundred, I felt sure. He loved me--really, really, really; and I had sat and weighed him with a lot of men who were nothing more than amused by my flightiness, or taken with my beauty, and who wouldn"t have known such love if it were shown to them through a telescope.
[Ill.u.s.tration: His letters were all there and his photographs]
I reached into a trunk that stood right beside me and took out a box that I hadn"t looked into for years. His letters were all there and his photographs that were as handsome as the young G.o.d of love himself.
I could hardly see them through my tears, but I knew that they were dim in places with being cried over when I had put them away years ago after Aunt Adeline decided that I was to be married. I kissed the poor little-girl cry-spots; and with that a perfect flood of tears rose to my eyes--but they didn"t fall, for there, right in front of me, stood a more woe-stricken human being than I could possibly be, if I judged by appearances.
"Molly, Molly," gulped Billy, "I am so sick I"m going to die here on the floor," and he sank into my arms.
"Oh, Billy, what is the matter?" I gasped and gave him a little terrified shake.
"Mamie Johnson did it--poked her finger down her throat and mine, too,"
he wailed against my breast. "We was full of things folks gived us to eat and couldn"t eat no more. She said if we did that with our fingers it would all come up and we would have room for some more then. She did it and I"m going to die dead--dead!"
"No, no, lover; you"ll be all right in a second. Stay quiet here in your Molly"s lap and you will be well in just a few minutes," I said with a smile I hid in his yellow mop as I kissed the drake-tail kiss-spot.
"Where"s Mamie?" I thought to ask with the greatest apprehension.
"In the garden eating cup-cake Judy baked hot for both of us. She didn"t frow up as much as I did--or maybe more." He answered, snuggling close and much comforted.
"Don"t ever, ever do that again, Billy," I said, giving him both a hug and a shake. "It"s piggy to eat more than you can hold and then still want more. What would your father say?"
"Doc ain"t no good and I don"t care what he says," answered Billy with spirit. "He don"t play no more and he don"t laugh no more and he don"t eat no more hardly, too. I ain"t a-going to live in that house with him more"n two days longer. I want to come over and sleep in your bed with blue ribbons on the posts and have you to play with me, Molly."
"Don"t say that, lover, ever again," I said as I bent over him. "Your father is the best man in the world, and you must never, never leave him."
"I bet I will, when I get big enough to kill a bear," answered Billy decidedly. "Say, do you reckon Mamie saved even a little piece of that cake? I "spect I had better go see," and he slipped out of my arms and was gone before I could hold him.
It _is_ a lonely house across the garden with the big and the tiny man in it all by themselves! And tears, from another corner of my heart entirely, rose to my eyes at the thought, but they, too, never fell, for I heard Mrs. Johnson calling and I had to run down quick and see what new delicacy had arrived for my party.
Uncle Thomas Pollard had sent me a quart bottle of his private stock with the message to put the mint to soak just one hour and twenty minutes before the men came. I made room for it beside the case of champagne on the cellar shelf and wondered how they would stand it all.
We don"t have champagne often in Hillsboro, and when we do n.o.body seems to want to cut down on the juleps, consequently--well, nothing ever really happens! However, it must have been the champagne that made Tom act as he did. He was never like that before.
Somehow I didn"t enjoy dressing to-night for my dinner as I did for the dance, and when I was through I stood before the mirror and looked at myself a long time. I was very tall and slim and--well, I suppose I might say regal in that amethyst crepe with the soft rose-point, but I looked to myself about the eyes as I had been doing for years when I put on my Sunday clothes to go to church with Mr. Carter. He was always in a hurry and I didn"t care about looking at myself in the mirror anyway; n.o.body else ever looked at me and what was the use? And to-night that Rene triumph made me feel no different from one of Miss Hettie Primm"s conceptions that I had been wearing for ages with indifference and total lack of style. I shrugged my shoulder almost out of the dress with what I thought was sadness, though it felt a trifle like temper, too, and went on down into the garden to see if any of my flowers had a cheer-up message for me.
But it was a bored garden I stepped into just as the last purple flush of day was being drunk down by the night. The tall white lilies laid their heads over on my breast and went to sleep before I had said a word to them, and the nasturtiums snarled around my feet until they got my slippers stained with green. Only Billy"s bachelor"s-b.u.t.ton stood up stiff and st.u.r.dy, slightly flushed with imbibing the night dew, and tipped me an impertinent wink. I felt cheered at the sight of them and bent down to gather a bunch of them to wear, even if they did swear at my amethyst draperies, when an amused smile that was done out loud came from the path just behind me.
"Don"t gather them all to-night, Mrs. Peaches," said Doctor John teasingly, as he stooped beside me. "Leave a few for--for the others."
I waked up in a half-second and so did all those prying flowers, I felt sure.
"I was just gathering them for place bouquets for--for the girls," I said stupidly as I moved over a little nearer to him. Why it is that the minute that man comes near me I get warm and comfortable and stupid, and as young as Billy, and bubbly and sad and happy and cross is more than I can say, but I do. I never possibly know how to answer any remark that he may happen to make unless it is something that makes me lose my temper. His next remark was the usual spark.
"Better give them the run of the garden--alone, Mrs. Molly. No show for "em unless you do," he said laughingly, "or the b.u.t.tons" either," he added under his breath so I could just hear it. I wish Mrs. Johnson could have heard how soft his voice lingered over that little half-sentence. She is so experienced she could have told me if it meant--but of course he isn"t like other men!
There are lots of questions I"m going to ask Alfred after I"m married to him--Mr. Carter didn"t know anything about anything and I never cared to ask him, but I wonder how you know when--
"Oh, you Molly," came a hail in Tom"s voice from the gate, just as I was making up my mind to try and think up something to wither the doctor with, and he and Ruth Chester came up the front walk to meet us. I wondered why I was having a party in my house when being alone in my garden with just a neighbor was so much more fun, but I had to begin to enjoy myself right off, for in a few minutes all the rest came.
I don"t think I ever saw my house look so lovely before. Mrs. Johnson had put all the flowers out of hers and Mrs. Cain"s garden all over everything and the table was a ma.s.s of soft pink roses that were shedding perfume and nodding at one another in their most society manner. There is no glimmer in the world like that which comes from really old polished silver and rosewood and mahogany, and one"s great-great-grandmother"s hand-woven linen feels like oriental silk across one"s knees.
Suddenly I felt very stately and grand-damey and responsible as I looked at them all across the roses and sparkling gla.s.ses. They were lovely women, all of them, and could such men be found anywhere else in the world? When I left them all to go out into the big universe to meet the distinctions that I knew my husband would have for me, would I sit at salt with people who loved me like this? I saw Pet Buford say something to Tom about me that I know was lovely from the way he smiled at me; and the judge"s eyes were a full cup for any woman to have offered her. Then in a flash all the love-fragrance seemed to go to my head--Tom"s mixing of that julep had been skilful, too--and tears rose to my eyes, and there I might have been crying at my own party if I hadn"t felt a strong warm hand laid on mine as it rested on my lap and Doctor John"s kind voice teased into my ears: "Steady, Mrs. Peaches, there"s the loving-cup to come yet," he whispered. I hated him, but held on to his thumb tight for half a minute. He didn"t know what the matter really was, but he understood what I needed. He always does.
And after that everybody had a good time, the ginger barber and Judy as much as anybody, and I could see Aunt Bettie and Mrs. Johnson peeping in the pantry door, having the time of their lives, too.
That dinner was going like an airship on a high wind, when something happened to tangle its tail feathers and I can hardly write it for trembling yet. It was a simple little blue telegram, but it might have been nitro-glycerin on a tear for the way it acted. It was for me, but the ginger barber handed it to Tom and he opened it and, looking at me over his full--after many times emptied--gla.s.s, he solemnly read it out loud. It said:
"Landed this noon. Have I your permission to come to Hillsboro immediately? Answer. Alfred."
It was dreadful! n.o.body said a word and Tom laid the telegram right down in his plate, where it immediately began to soak up the dressing of his salad. He was so white and shaky that Pet looked at him in amazement, and then I am sure she had the good sense to find his hand under the cloth and hold it, for his shoulder hovered against hers and the color came back to his face as he smiled down at her. I don"t believe I"ll ever get the courage to look at Tom again until he marries Pet, which he"ll do now, I feel sure.
And as for the judge and Ruth Chester, I was glad they were sitting beside each other, for I could avoid that side of the table with my eyes until I had steadied myself a few seconds at least. The surprise made the others I had been dining seem statues from the stone age, and only Mr. Graves" fork failed to hang fire. His appet.i.te is as strong as his nerves and Delia Hawes looked at his composure with the relief plain in her eyes. Henrietta"s smile in the judge"s direction was doubtful. But they were not all my lovers and why that awful silence?