"Then if readin" yo" Bible ain"t bein" a Christian, I suppose it"s havin" curly hair, an" gittin" up in the pulpit an" mincin". Who are those slippers for, Keren-happuch?"
"Mr. Mullen, grandma."
"Well, if I was goin" to embroider slippers for a minister," taunted Sarah, "I"d take care to choose one that could repeat his Scripture when he was called on."
"Ah, "tis the age, not the man," lamented grandfather, ""tis an age of small larnin" an" weak-kneed an" mealy mouthed into the bargain. Why, they"re actually afeared to handle h.e.l.l-fire in the pulpit any longer, an" the texts they spout are that tame an" tasteless that "tis like dosin" you with flaxseed tea when you"re needin" tar-water. "Twas different when I was young and in my vigour," he went on eagerly, undisturbed by the fact that n.o.body paid the slightest attention to what he was saying, "for sech was the power and logic of Parson Claymore"s sermons that he could convict you of the unpardonable sin against the Holy Ghost even when you hadn"t committed it. A mo" blameless soul never lived than my father, yet I remember one Sunday when parson fixed his eye upon him an" rolled out his stirrin" text "Thou art the man," he was so taken by surprise an" suddenness that he just nodded back at the pulpit "an answered, "Yes, parson, I am, if you"ll excuse me.""
"It"s a pity ain"t mo" like Parson Claymore now," remarked Sarah, who had stopped to listen to the concluding words of the anecdote. "Thar ain"t vim enough in this generation of preachers to skeer a rabbit."
Her profile, with its spa.r.s.e wave of hair from the forehead, was repeated in grotesque exaggeration on the wall at her back. The iron will in her lent a certain metallic hardness to her features, and her shadow resembled in outline the head on some ancient coin that had lain buried for centuries. Intrenched behind an impregnable self-esteem, she had never conceded a point, never admitted a failure, never accepted a compromise. "It ain"t no wonder that a new comer thinks he can knock you down an" set on you for shootin" a few birds," she added, after a moment.
"He"ll find out I ain"t done with him yet," growled Archie, and rising from his seat, he took down his gun and began polishing the barrel with an old yarn stocking of Sarah"s.
The long needle missed the hole at which Blossom had pointed it, and she looked up with a sullen droop to her mouth.
"I reckon Mr. Gay has just as good a right to his things as we have to ours," she said.
"Right! Who wants his right?" flared Archie, turning upon her. "You"ll say next, I reckon, that he had a right to split my upper lip open if he wanted to."
"From the way grandma carries on anybody would think that was what _she_ wanted," persisted Blossom, adhering stubbornly to the point, "she sounds as if she were mad because people ain"t everlastingly fighting."
"You needn"t think I don"t see what you"re aimin" at, Keren-happuch,"
rejoined Sarah, who used this name only in moments of anger, "you"re tryin" to make me think a grown man can"t do anything better than get up in the pulpit and mouth texts so soft that a babe couldn"t cut its teeth on "em. You"ve had notions in yo" head about Orlando Mullen ever since he came here, an" you ain"t fooled me about "em."
"Thar, thar, don"t you begin pesterin" Blossom," interposed Abner, aroused at last from his apathy.
"Notions about Mr. Mullen!" repeated Blossom, and though there was a hot flush in her face, her tone was almost one of relief.
CHAPTER IX
IN WHICH MOLLY FLIRTS
On a November morning several weeks later, when the boughs of trees showed almost bare against the sky, Molly Merryweather walked down to Bottom"s store to buy a bottle of cough syrup for Reuben, who had a cold. Over the counter Mrs. Bottom, as she was still called from an hereditary respect for the house rather than for the husband, delivered a coa.r.s.e brown paper. The store, which smelt of dry-goods and ginger snaps, was a small square room jutting abruptly out of the bar, from which it derived both its warmth and its dignity.
"Even men folks have got the sperit of worms and will turn at last," she remarked in her cheerful voice, which sounded as if it issued from the feather bed she vaguely resembled.
"Let them turn--I can do without them very well," replied Molly, tossing her head.
"Ah, you"re young yet, my dear, an" thar"s a long road ahead of you. But wait till you"ve turned forty an" you"ll find that the man you throwed over at twenty will come handy, if for nothin" mo" than to fill a gap in the chimney. I ain"t standin" up for "em, mind you, an" I can"t remember that I ever heard anything particular to thar credit as a s.e.x--but po"
things as we allow "em to be, thar don"t seem but one way to git along without "em, an" that is to have "em. It"s sartain sure, however, that they fill a good deal mo" of yo" thought when they ain"t around than when they are. Why, look at William, now--the first time he axed me to marry him, I kept sayin" "you"re still slue-footed an" slack-kneed an"
addle-headed an" I"ll marry you whether or no." Twenty years may not change a man for the better, but it does a powerful lot toward persuadin" a woman to put up with the worst!"
"Well, best or worst, I"ve seen enough of marriage, Mrs. Bottom, to know that I shouldn"t like it."
"I ain"t denyin" it might be improved on without hurtin" it--but a single woman"s a terrible lonesome body, Molly."
"I"m not lonely, while I have grandfather."
"He"s old an" he ain"t got many years ahead of him."
"If I lose him I"ll go to Applegate and trim hats for a living."
"It"s a shame, Molly, with the po" miller splittin" his heart over you."
"He"ll mend it. They"re like that, all of them."
"But Mr. Mullen? Ain"t he different now, bein" a parson?"
"No, he"s just the same, and besides he"d always think he"d stooped to marry me."
"Then take Jim Halloween. With three good able-bodied lovers at yo"
beck an" call, it"s a downright shame to die an old maid just from pure contrariness. It"s better arter all, to eat dough that don"t rise than to go hungry."
A step sounded on the platform outside and a lank, good-looking countryman glanced cautiously in through the crack in the door.
Observing Molly, he spat a wad of tobacco over the hitching rail by the steps, and stopped to smooth his straw-coloured hair with the palm of his hand before crossing the threshold.
"Thar"s Jim Halloween now jest as we were speakin" of him," whispered Betsey Bottom, with a nudge at Molly"s shoulder.
"Well, if that don"t beat all," drawled the young man, in an embarra.s.sed rapture, as he entered. "I was gettin" my horse shod over thar at Tim Mallory"s, an" I thought to myself that I"d jest drop over an" say "howdy" to Mrs. Bottom."
"Oh, I reckon you caught a glimpse of red through the door," chuckled Betsey, who was possessed of the belief that it was her Christian duty to further any match, good or bad, that came under her eye.
"I must be going, so don"t hurry your visit," replied Molly, laughing.
"Mrs. Hatch has been in bed for a week and I"m on my way to see Judy."
"I"ll walk a bit of the road with you if you ain"t any serious objection," remarked the lover, preparing to accompany her.
"Oh, no, none in the world," she replied demurely, "you may carry my cough syrup."
"It ain"t for yourself, I hope?" he inquired, with a look of alarm.
"No, for grandfather. He caught cold staying in the barn with the red cow."
"Well, I"m glad "taint for you--I don"t like a weak-chested woman."
She looked up smiling as they pa.s.sed the store into the sunken road which led in the direction of Solomon Hatch"s cottage.
"I did see a speck of red through the crack," he confessed after a minute, as if he were unburdening his conscience of a crime.
"You mean you saw my cap or jacket--or maybe my gloves?"
"It was yo" cap, an" so I came in. I hope you have no particular objection?" His face had flushed to a violent crimson and in his throat his Adam"s apple worked rapidly up and down between the high points of his collar. "I mean," he stammered presently, "that I wouldn"t have gone in if I hadn"t seen that bit of red through the do". I suppose I had better tell you, that I"ve been thinking a great deal about you in the evening when my day"s work is over."
"I"m glad I don"t interfere with your farming."