""You won"t never want a home, chile, so long as I live. Go back, Chloe, an" git her clo"es." But I didn"t git "em. I knowed Ma.r.s.e Henry"d raise de roof when he come, an" he did, bless yo" heart. Went over hisse"f an" got her, an" brought her home, an" dat night when Dr.
Boling come he made her sit down in de parlor, an" "fo" he went home dat night de Doctor he say to Ma.r.s.e Henry, "I want yo" permission, Mister Gordon, to pay my addresses to Miss Nannie, yo" niece." Sam was a-standing close as he could git to de door, an" he heard ev"y word.
Now he ain"t never said dat, mind ye, to Ma.r.s.e Henry "bout Miss Rachel! An" dat"s why I know dat he warn"t hit unto death wid her.
"Well, do you know, suh, dat dat woman was dat owdacious she wouldn"t let "em see each other after dat "cept on de front po"ch. Wouldn"t let "em come in de house; make "em do all dere co"rtin" on de steps an"
out at de paster gate. De doctor would rare an" pitch an" git white in de face at de scand"lous way dat Miss Barnes was bein" treated, until Miss Nannie put bofe her leetle han"s on his"n, soothin" like, an" den he"d grab "em an" kiss "em like he"d eat "em up. Sam cotched him at it, an" done tole me; an" den dey"d sa"nter off down de po"ch, sayin"
it was too hot or too cool, or dat dey was lookin" for birds" nests in de po"ch vines, till dey"d git to de far end, where de mist"ess nor Sam nor n.o.body else couldn"t hear what dey was a-sayin" an"
a-whisperin", an" dere dey"d sit fer hours.
"But I tell ye de doctor had a hard time a-gittin" her even when Ma.r.s.e Henry gin his consent. An" he never would "a" got her if Miss Rachel, jes" for spite, I spec", hadn"t "a" took up wid Colonel Todhunter"s son dat was a-co"rtin" on her too, an" run off an" married him. Den Miss Nannie knowed she was free to follow her own heart.
"I tell you it"d "a" made ye cry yo" eyes out, suh, to see dat chile try an" fix herse"f up to meet him de days an" nights she knowed he was comin", an" she wid jes" one white frock to her name. An" we all felt jes" as bad as her. Dinah would wash it an" I"d smooth her hair, an" ole Sam"d git her a fresh rose to put in her neck.
"Purty soon de weddin" day was "pinted, an" me an" Dinah an" ole Sam gin to wonder how dat chile was a-gwine to git clo"es to be married in. Sam heared ole marster ask dat same question at de table, an" he see him gib de mist"ess de money to buy "em for her, an" de mist"ess said dat she reckoned "Miss Nannie"s people would want de priv"lege o"
dressin" her now dat she was a-gwine to marry dat wo"thless young doctor, Tom Boling, dat n.o.body wouldn"t hab in de house, but dat if dey didn"t she"d gin her some of Miss Rachel"s clo"es, an" if dem warn"t "nough den she"d spen" de money to de best advantage." Dem was her ve"y words. Sam heared her say "em. I knowed dat meant dat de chile would go naked, for she wouldn"t a-worn none o" Miss Rachel"s rubbish, an" not a cent would she git o" de money. So I got dat ole white frock out, an" Dinah found a white ribbon in a ole trunk in de garret, an" washed an" ironed it to tie "round her waist, an" Miss Nannie come an" look at it, an" when she see it de tears riz up in her eyes.
""Doan" you cry, chile," I says. "He ain"t lovin" ye for yo" clo"es, an" never did. Fust time he see ye yo" was purty nigh barefoot. It"s you he wants, not yo" frocks, honey;" an" den de sun come out in her face an" her eyes dried up, an" she gin to smile an" sing like a robin after de rain.
"Purty soon "long come Chris"mas time, an" me an" ole Sam an" Dinah was a-watchin" out to see what Ma.r.s.e Tom Boling was gwine to gin his bride, fur she was purty nigh dat, as dey was to be married de week after Chris"mas. Well, suh, de mawnin" "fore Chris"mas come, an" den de arternoon come, an" den de night come, an" mos" ev"y hour somebody sent somethin" for Miss Rachel, an" yet not one sc.r.a.p of nuffin big as a c.h.i.n.k-a-pin come for Miss Nannie. Dinah an" me was dat onres"less dat we couldn"t sleep. Miss Nannie didn"t say nuffin when she went to bed, but I see a little shadder creep over her face an" I knowed right away what hurted her.
"Well, de nex" mawnin"--Chris"mas mawnin" dat was--ole Sam come a-bustin" in de kitchen do", a-hollerin" loud as he could holler"--Aunt Chloe was now rocking herself back and forth, clapping her hands as she talked--"dat dere was a trunk on de front po"ch for Miss Nannie dat was dat heavy it tuk fo" n.i.g.g.e.rs to lif it. I run, an"
Dinah run, an" when we got to de trunk mos" all de n.i.g.g.e.rs was thick "round it as flies, an" Miss Nannie was standin" over it readin" a card wid her name on it an" a "scription sayin" dat it was "a Chris"mas gif", wid de compliments of a friend." But who dat friend was, whether it was Ma.r.s.e Henry, who sent it dat way so dat woman wouldn"t tear his hair out; or whether Mis" Morgan sent it, dat hadn"t mo"n "nough money to live on; or whether some of her own kin in Indiany, dat was dirt po", stole de money an" sent it; or whether de young Dr. Tom Boling, who had mo" money dan all de banks in Lexin"ton, done did it, don"t n.o.body know till dis day, "cept me an" ole Sam, an"
we ain"t tellin".
"But, my soul alive, de insides of dat trunk took de bref clean out o"
de mist"ess an" Miss Rachel. Sam opened it, an" I tuk out de things.
Honey! dere was a weddin" dress all white satin dat would stand alone,--jes" de ve"y mate of de one you got in dat picter "fore ye,--an" a change"ble silk, dat heavy! an" a plaid one, an" eve"ything a young lady could git on her back from her skin out, an" a thousand-dollar watch an" chain. I wore dat watch myse"f; Miss Nannie was standin" by me, a-clappin" her han"s an" laughin", an" when dat watch an" chain came out she jes" th"owed de chain over my neck an"
stuck de leetle watch in my bosom, an" says, "Dere, you dear ole mammy, go look at you"se"f in de gla.s.s an" see how fine you is."
"De nex" week come de weddin". I"ll never forgit dat weddin" to my dyin" day. Ma.r.s.e Tom Boling driv in wid a coach an" four an" two outriders, an" de horses wore white ribbons on dere ears; an" de coachman had flowers in his coat mos" big as his head, an" dey whirled up in front of de po"ch, an" out he stepped in his blue coat an" bra.s.s b.u.t.tons an" a yaller wais"coat,--yaller as a gourd,--an" his bell-crown hat in his han". She was a-waitin" for him wid dat white satin dress on, an" de chain "round her neck, an" her lil footses tied up wid silk ribbons de ve"y match o" dem you got pictered, an" her face shinin" like a angel. An" all de n.i.g.g.e.rs was a-standin" "roun" de po"ch, dere eyes out"n dere heads, an" Ma.r.s.e Henry was dere in his new clo"es lookin" so grand, an" Sam in his white gloves, an" me in a new head han"chief.
"Eve"ybody was happy "cept one. Dat one was de mist"ess, standin" in de door. She wouldn"t come out to de coach where de horses was a-champin" de bits an" de froth a-droppin" on de groun", an" she wouldn"t speak to Ma.r.s.e Tom. She kep" back in de do"way.
"Miss Rachel was dat mean she wouldn"t come downstairs.
"Miss Nannie gib Ma.r.s.e Tom Boling her han" an" look up in his face like a queen, an" den she kissed Ma.r.s.e Henry, an" whispered somethin"
in his ear dat n.o.body didn"t hear, only de tears gin to jump out an"
roll down his cheeks, an" den she looked de mist"ess full in de face, an" "thout a word dropped her a low curtsey.
"I come de las". She looked at me for a minute wid her eyes a-swimmin", an" den she th"owed her arms roun" my neck an" hugged an"
kissed me, an" den I see an arm slip "roun" her wais" an" lif" her in de coach. Den de horses gin a plunge an" dey was off.
"An "arter dat dey had five years--de happiest years dem two ever seen. I know, "cause Ma.r.s.e Henry gin me to her, an" I lived wid "em day in an" day out till dat baby come, an" den"----
Aunt Chloe stopped and reached out her hand as if to steady herself.
The tears were streaming down her cheeks.
Then she advanced a step, fixed her eyes on the portrait, and in a voice broken with emotion, said:--
"Honey, chile,--honey, chile,--is you tired a-waitin" for yo" ole mammy? Keep a-watchin", honey--keep a-watchin"--It won"t be long now "fore I come. Keep a-watchin"."
A WATERLOGGED TOWN
He was backed up against the Column of the Lion, holding at bay a horde of gondoliers who were shrieking, "Gondola! Gondola!" as only Venetian gondoliers can. He had a half-defiant look, like a cornered stag, as he stood there protecting a small wizen-faced woman of an uncertain age, dressed in a long gray silk duster and pigeon-winged hat--one of those hats that looked as if the pigeon had alighted on it and exploded.
"No, durn ye, I don"t want no gon-_do_-la; I got one somewhere round here if I can find it."
If his tall gaunt frame, black chin whisker, and clearly defined features had not located him instantly in my mind, his dialect would have done so.
"You"ll probably find your gondola at the next landing," I said, pointing to the steps.
He looked at me kindly, took the woman by the arm, as if she had been under arrest, and marched her to the spot indicated.
In another moment I felt a touch on my shoulder. "Neighbor, ain"t you from the U.S.A.?"
I nodded my head.
"Shake! It"s G.o.d"s own land!" and he disappeared in the throng.
The next morning I was taking my coffee in the cafe at the Britannia, when I caught a pair of black eyes peering over a cup, at a table opposite. Then six feet and an inch or two of raw untilled American rose in the air, picked up his plates, cup, and saucer, and, crossing the room, hooked out a chair with his left foot from my table, and sat down.
"You"re the painter feller that helped me out of a hole yesterday?
Yes, I knowed it; I see you come in to dinner last night. Eliza-beth said it was you, but you was so almighty rigged up in that swallow-tailed coat of yourn I didn"t catch on for a minute, but Eliza-beth said she was dead sure."
"The lady with you--your wife?"
[Ill.u.s.tration: "HER HEAD CRAMMED FULL OF HIFALUTIN" NOTIONS"]
"Not to any alarming extent, young man. Never had one--she"s my sister--only one I got; and this summer she took it into her head--you don"t mind my setting here, do you? I"m so durned lonesome among these jabbering Greeks I"m nearly froze stiff. Thank ye!--took it into her head she"d come over here, and of course I had to bring her. You ain"t never traveled around, perhaps, with a young girl of fifty-five, with her head crammed full of hifalutin" notions,--convents and early masters and Mont Blancs and Bon Marches,--with just enough French to make a muddle of everything she wants to get. Well, that"s Eliza-beth.
First it was a circulating library, at Unionville, back of Troy, where I live; then come a course of lectures twice a week on old Edinburgh and the Alps and German cities; and then, to cap all, there come a cuss with magic-lantern slides of "most every old ruin in Europe, and half our women were crazy to get away from home, and Eliza-beth worse than any of "em; and so I got a couple of Cook"s tickets out and back, and here we are; and I don"t mind saying," and a wicked, vindictive look filled his eyes, "that of all the cussed holes I ever got into in my life, this here Venice takes--the--cake. Here, John Henry, bring me another cup of coffee; this"s stone-cold. P.D.Q., now! Don"t let me have to build a fire under you." This to a waiter speaking every language but English.
"Do not the palaces interest you?" I asked inquiringly, in my effort to broaden his views.
"Palaces be durned! Excuse my French. Palaces! A lot of caved-in old rookeries; with everybody living on the second floor because the first one"s so damp ye"d get your die-and-never-get-over-it if you lived in the bas.e.m.e.nt, and the top floors so leaky that you go to bed under an umbrella; and they all braced up with iron clamps to keep "em from falling into the ca.n.a.l, and not a square inch on any one of "em clean enough to dry a shirt on! What kind of holes are they for decent---- Now see here," laying his hand confidingly on my shoulder, "just answer me one question--you seem like a level-headed young man, and ought to give it to me straight. Been here all summer, ain"t you?"
"Yes."
"Been coming years, ain"t you?"
I nodded my head.
"Well, now, I want it straight,"--and he lowered his voice,--"what does a sensible man find in an old waterlogged town like this?"
I gave him the customary answer: the glories of her past; the picturesque life of the lagoons; the beauty of her palaces, churches, and gardens; the luxurious gondolas, etc., etc.
"Don"t see it," he broke out before I had half finished. "As for the gon-do-las, you"re dead right, and no mistake. First time I settled on one of them cushions I felt just as if I"d settled in a basket of kittens; but as for palaces! Why, the State House at Al-ba-ny knocks "em cold; and as for gardens! Lord! when I think of mine at home all chock-full of hollyhocks and sunflowers and morning-glories, and then think what a first-cla.s.s cast-iron idiot I am wandering around here"---- He gazed abstractedly at the ceiling for a moment as if the thought overpowered him, and then went on, "I"ve got a stock-farm six miles from Unionville, where I"ve got some three-year-olds can trot in 2.23--Gardens!"--suddenly remembering his first train of thought,--"they simply ain"t in it. And as for ler-goons! We"ve got a river sailing along in front of Troy that mayn"t be so wide, but it"s a durned sight safer and longer, and there ain"t a gallon of water in it that ain"t as sweet as a daisy; and that"s what you can"t say of these streaks of mud around here, that smell like a dumping-ground." Here he rose from his chair, his voice filling the room, the words dropping slowly: "I--ain"t--got--no--use--for--a--place--where--there--ain"t--a--horse --in--the--town,--and every--cellar--is--half--full--of--water."