As he looked back now all that past life of his appeared to him fair and desirable. He remembered the early morning risings in his boyhood, and it seemed to him that he had enjoyed every one of them to its fullest--that it was only the present that showed stale and unprofitable in his eyes. A rosy haze obscured all that was harsh and unlovely in the past, and he thought of himself as always eager and enthusiastic then, as always finding happiness in the incidents that befell him. The year when he had gone away, and worked in the factory in order to educate himself, was revealed as a period of delightful promise, of wonderful opportunity. In remembering his love for Molly, he forgot the quarrels, the jealousies, the heartburnings, and recalled only the exquisite instant of their first lover"s kiss. Then, he told himself, that even while he had enjoyed his life, it had cheated him, and he would not live it over again if he could.
Turning presently in the other direction, he discerned a patch of vivid blue in the pasture, and knew that it was Blossom crossing the fields to Solomon Hatch"s. "She"s gone a good piece out of her road," he thought, and then, "I wonder why she doesn"t marry? She might have anybody about here if she wasn"t so particular." The vivid blue spot in the midst of the russet and brown landscape held his gaze for a moment; then calling Moses to his side, he unlocked the door of the mill and began counting the sacks of grist.
Outside, in the high wind, which made walking difficult, Blossom moved in the direction of the willow copse. Gay had promised to meet her, but she knew, from the experience of the last few months, that he would neither hasten his luncheon nor smoke a cigar the less in order to do so. As she pressed on the wind sang in her ears. She heard it like the sound of rushing wings in the broomsedge, and when it died down, she waited for it to rise again with a silken murmur in the red-topped orchard gra.s.s. She could tell from the sound whether the gust was still in the field of broomsedge or had swept on to the pasture.
In spite of her blue dress, in spite of the flush in her cheeks and the luminous softness in her eyes, the joy in her bosom fluttered on crippled wings. Gay was kind, he was gentle, he was even solicitous on the rare occasions when she saw him; but somehow--in some way, it was different from the ideal marriage of which she had dreamed. If he was kind, he was also casual. She had hoped once that love would fill her life, and now, to her despair, it looked as if it might be poured into a tea-cup. She had imagined that it would move mountains, and the most ordinary detail of living was sufficient to thrust it out of sight.
When she reached the brook, she saw Gay coming slowly along the Haunt"s Walk, to the spring. As he walked, he blew little clouds of smoke into the air, and she thought, as he approached her, that the smell of his cigar was unlike the cigar of any other man she knew--that it possessed, in itself, a quality that was exciting and romantic. This trait in his personality--a disturbing suggestion of the atmosphere of a richer world--had fascinated her from the beginning, and after eighteen months of repeated disappointments, it still held her, though she struggled now in its power like a hare in a trap.
"So you"re here!" he exclaimed as he reached her. Then, after a swift glance over the fields, he drew her into the shelter of the trees, and holding his cigar in his left hand, kissed her lips.
Closing her eyes, she leaned against him, while the scent of tobacco intoxicated her with its train of happier a.s.sociations.
"You"re looking all right, though your letters have been rather jumpy.
My dear girl, when you pounce on me like that you frighten me out of my wits. You really mustn"t, you know."
"O Jonathan!" she gasped, and clung to him.
"Why, I had to manufacture some excuse on the instant for coming down. I couldn"t tell what foolishness you"d be capable of if I didn"t."
His tone was half caressing, yet beneath it there was a serious annoyance, which killed the suffering joy in her heart. She was slowly learning that it is not safe to remind the man of pleasure of his obligations, since he is attracted chiefly by his opportunities.
"The time was when you wanted to come just as much as I," she said.
"Don"t I still? Haven"t I proved it by telling a tremendous lie and rushing down here on the first train? Come, now, kiss me like a good girl and look cheerful. You"ve got to make up, you know, for all the trouble you"ve put me to."
She kissed him obediently, yielding to his casual embraces with a docility that would have charmed him had his pa.s.sion been in its beginning instead of its decline.
"You"re glad now you came, aren"t you?" she asked presently pleading to be rea.s.sured.
"Oh, yes, of course, I like it, but you mustn"t write to me that way again."
Putting his arm closer about her, he pressed her to his side, and they sat in silence while the wind whistled in the tree-tops above them. From their shelter they could see the empty chimneys of Jordan"s Journey, and a blurred and attenuated figure on the lawn, which was that of the old negro, who pa.s.sed back and forth spreading manure. Some swallows with slate grey wings were flying over the roof, and they appeared from a distance to whirl as helplessly as the dead leaves.
"You do love me as much as ever, don"t you, Jonathan?" she asked suddenly.
He frowned, staring at the moving figure of the old negro. Again she had blundered, for he was disinclined by temperament to do or say the thing that was expected of him.
"Why, of course I do," he answered after a pause.
She sighed and nestled against him, while his hand which had been on her shoulder, slipped to her waist. Her heart had turned to lead in her breast, and, like Judy, she could have wept because the reality of love was different from her virgin dreams.
CHAPTER III
ABEL HEARS GOSSIP AND SEES A VISION
Two nights before the wedding a corn shucking was held in the barn at Bottom"s Ordinary--a usually successful form of entertainment, by which the strenuous labours of a score of able-bodied men were secured at the cost of a keg of cider and a kettle of squirrel stew. In the centre of the barn, which was dimly lighted by a row of smoky, strong-smelling kerosene-oil lanterns, suspended on pegs from the wall, there was a huge wooden bin, into which the golden ears were tossed, as they were stripped of the husks, by a circle of guests, ranging in years from old Adam at the head to the youngest son of Tim Mallory, an inquisitive urchin of nine, who made himself useful by pa.s.sing the diminishing pitcher of cider. It was a frosty night, and the faces of the huskers showed very red above the knitted woollen comforters which wrapped their throats. Before each man there was a small pile of corn, still in the blade, and this was replenished when it began to dwindle by a band of workers in the moonlight beyond the open windows. In his effort to keep warm somebody had started a hymn, which was vigorously accompanied by a beating of numbed feet on the scattered husks on the floor. Above the volume of sound old Adam"s quavering falsetto could be heard piping on like a cracked and discordant flute.
"O-ver thar, O-ver thar, Th-ar"s a la-nd of pure de-light.
O-ver th-ar, We will la-y our bur-den do-wn.
An" re-ceive our gol-den cro-wn.
In that la-nd of pure de-light O-ver th-ar."
"That"s a cold hymn, an" unsuitable to the weather," remarked Tim Mallory at the end of the verse. "If you ask me, I"d say thar was mo"
immediate comfort in singin" about the redness of h.e.l.l-fire, an" how mortal close we"re comin" to it."
"We don"t want no impiousness at this here shuckin", Tim," observed William Ming, who occupied the position of host in Betsey"s absence about the more important matter of supper. "You fill up with cider an"
go at that thar pile befo" you."
"Then pa.s.s it on," replied Mallory, reaching for the jug of cider, which travelled in a regular orbit from old Adam"s right hand round the circle to the neighbour on his left, who chanced to be Solomon Hatch.
"Speakin" of impiousness," remarked that sour-faced little man, "have you all heard the tales about Reuben Merryweather"s gal sence she"s had her windfall? Why, to see the way she trails her skirt, you"d think she was the real child of her father." Then rushing hurriedly to generalization at Abel"s entrance, he added in a louder tone--"Ah, it"s a sad pa.s.s for things to come to, an" the beginnin" of the end of public morality, when a gal that"s born of a mischance can come to act as if a man was responsible for her. It ain"t nothin" mo" nor less than flyin"
in the face of the law, which reads different, an" if it keeps up, the women folks will be settin" up the same rights as men to all the instincts of natur"."
Old Adam--the pride and wonder of the neighbourhood because he could still walk his half mile with the help of his son and still drink his share of cider with the help of n.o.body--bent over the heap of corn before him, and selecting an ear, divested it of the husks with a twirling, sleight-of-hand movement.
"They"re losing virtue fast enough," he observed, throwing the naked ear into the bin and reaching for another. "Why, when I was young thar warn"t nothin" in the way of meanness that a good woman wouldn"t put up with. They"d shut thar eyes to Hagars, white or black, rather than lose the respect of men by seemin" to be aware of any immodesty."
"Ah, the times have changed now!" sighed Solomon Hatch, "but thar"s one thing sho" to my mind, an" that is, that if a woman thinks she"s goin"
to attract men by pryin" an" peekin" into immorality an" settin" it straight ag"in, she"s gone clean out of her head. Thar"s got to be indecency in the world because thar al"ays has been. But a man sets a heap mo" sto" by his wife if she ain"t too inquirin" upon the subject."
"True, true, Solomon," said old Adam, "I for one was al"ays set against teachin" women to read for fear they"d come to know things. Thar"s a deal of evil that gits into print, an" if you ain"t acquainted with yo"
letters thar"s less temptation to nose arter it. Reuben Merryweather would have his daughter Janet taught, though I urged strongly against it--holdin" that she could learn about sins an" immoralities even in Holy Writ. Who knows if she"d ever have gone wrong if she hadn"t learned to read printed words?"
"Well, I"m glad print is too difficult for me," observed young Adam.
"The pains I take to spell out the words would stand greatly in the way of my enj"yin" any immorality if I was to stumble across it. What part of Scripture, pa, is it that deals with sech doin"s?"
"They crop up powerful thick in Kings, son, but I"ve found "em when I looked sharp in Leviticus."
"If you are goin" to talk free, men, you can go to yo" own homes to do it," remarked Betsey, who was accustomed to appear at unexpected moments in order to impress them with the necessity of earning their supper.
"This ain"t no place for loose speakin"," she added, solemnly eyeing young Adam, who, having a weak memory, was striving to fix the names of Kings and Leviticus in his mind by repeating them slowly to himself.
"Axin" yo" pardon, Mrs. Bottom, we didn"t know a lady was in hearin" or we"d never have made so bold," said old Adam. "Stop workin" yo" lips, son, an" hand Mrs. Bottom a cheer."
"What"s all this talk anyway about Molly Merryweather an" Mr. Jonathan?"
she demanded. "Abel, have you heard anything about it?"
The men glanced at each other with uneasy eyes, while they worked nervously at the shucking, for the question had been in the air from the moment of Abel"s entrance, though none of them had been bold enough to speak it aloud. And now a woman, with characteristic feminine recklessness, had uttered the thought which had been revolving in each mind for ten minutes--yet nothing had happened!
Old Adam, pausing for the first time in his work, glanced with ungrudging respect at the short, lumpy figure in the black calico dress.
Her face was still comely, and there was the mild mulishness in her expression that is seen in the countenances of many amiable yet obstinate persons.
"No, I haven"t heard," replied Abel, and he added a moment later, "What do they say?"