He would have gone on forever, I think, in his eagerness to explain me away, if the woman had not jerked him up with a peremptory question: "How did he come here?" she enquired.
Since nothing but the naked truth would avail him now, he uttered it at last in an eloquent monosyllable--"Born."
"But you told me there was not a chick or a child," she exclaimed in a rage.
For a moment he hesitated; then opening his mouth slowly, he gave voice to the single witticism of his life.
"That was befo" I married you, dearie," he said.
"Well, how am I to know," demanded the female, "that you haven"t got a parcel of others hidden away?"
"Thar"s one, the littlest, put out to nurse next do", an" another, the biggest, gone to work in the West," he returned in his amiable, childish manner.
After my unfortunate introduction, however, the addition of a greater and a lesser appeared to impress her but little. She looked scornfully about the disorderly room, took off her big, florid bonnet, and began arranging her hair before the three-cornered mottled mirror on the wall.
Then wheeling round in a temper, her eyes fell on Samuel, sitting dejectedly on his tail by my mother"s old blue and white gingham ap.r.o.n.
"What is that?" she fired straight into my father"s face.
"That," he responded, offering his unnecessary information as if it were a piece of flattery, "air the dawg, Sukey."
"Whose dawg?"
Goaded into defiance by this attack on my only friend, I spoke in a shrill voice from the corner into which I had retreated. "Mine," I said.
"Wall, I"ll tell you what!" exclaimed the female, charging suddenly upon me, "if I"ve got to put up with a chance o" kids, I don"t reckon I"ve got to be plagued with critters, too. Shoo, suh! get out!"
Seizing my mother"s broom, she advanced resolutely to the attack, and an instant later, to my loud distress and to Samuel"s unspeakable horror, she had whisked him across the kitchen and through the back door out into the yard.
"Steady, Sukey, steady," remarked my father caressingly, much as he might have spoken to a favourite but unruly heifer. For an instant he looked a little crestfallen, I saw with pleasure, but as soon as Samuel was outside and the door had closed, he resumed immediately his usual expression of foolish good humour. It was impossible, I think, for him to retain an idea in his mind after the object of it had been removed from his sight. While I was still drying my eyes on my frayed coat sleeve, I watched him with resentment begin a series of playful lunges at the neck of the female, which she received with a sulky and forbidding air. Stealing away the next minute, I softly opened the back door and joined the outcast Samuel, where he sat whining upon the step.
The night was very dark, but beyond the looming chimneys a lonely star winked at me through the thick covering of clouds. I was a st.u.r.dy boy for my age, sound in body, and inwardly not given to sentiment or softness of any kind; but as I sat there on the doorstep, I felt a lump rise in my throat at the thought that Samuel and I were two small outcast animals in the midst of a shivering world. I remembered that when my mother was alive I had never let her kiss me except when she paid me by a copper or a slice of bread laid thickly with blackberry jam; and I told myself desperately that if she could only come back now, I would let her do it for nothing! She might even whip me because I"d torn my trousers on the back fence, and I thought I should hardly feel it. I recalled her last birthday, when I had gone down to the market with five cents of my own to buy her some green gage plums, of which she was very fond, and how on the way up the hill, being tempted, I had eaten them all myself. At the time I had stifled my remorse with the a.s.surance that she would far rather I should have the plums than eat them herself, but this was cold comfort to me to-night while I regretted my selfishness. If I had only saved her half, as I had meant to do if the hill had not been quite so long and so steep.
Samuel snuggled closer to me and we both shivered, for the night was fresh. The house had grown quiet inside; my father and his new wife had evidently left the kitchen and gone upstairs. As I sat there I realised suddenly, with a pang, that I could never go inside the door again; and rising to my feet, I struck a match and fumbled for a piece of chalk in my pocket. Then standing before the door I wrote in large letters across the panel:--
"DEAR PA.
I have gone to work.
Your Aff. son, BEN STARR."
The blue flame of the match flickered an instant along the words; then it went out, and with Samuel at my heels, I crept through the back gate and down the alley to the next street, which led to the ragged brow of the hill. Ahead of me, as I turned off into Main Street, the scattered lights of the city showed like blurred patches upon the darkness.
Gradually, while I went rapidly downhill, I saw the patches change into a nebulous cloud, and the cloud resolve itself presently into straight rows of lamps. Few people were in the streets at that hour, and when I reached the dim building of the Old Market, I found it cold and deserted, except for a stray cur or two that snarled at Samuel from a heap of trodden straw under a covered wagon. Despite the fact that I was for all immediate purposes as homeless as the snarling curs, I was not without the quickened pulses which attend any situation that a boy may turn to an adventure. A high heart for desperate circ.u.mstances has never failed me, and it bore me company that night when I came back again with aching feet to the Old Market, and lay down, holding Samuel tight, on a pile of straw.
In a little while I awoke because Samuel was barking, and sitting up in the straw I saw a dim shape huddled beside me, which I made out, after a few startled blinks, to be the bent figure of a woman wrapped in a black shawl with fringed ends, which were pulled over her head and knotted under her chin. From the penetrating odour I had learned to a.s.sociate with my father, I judged that she had been lately drinking, and the tumbled state of my coat convinced me that she had been frustrated by Samuel in a base design to rifle my pockets. Yet she appeared so miserable as she sat there rocking from side to side and crying to herself, that I began all at once to feel very sorry. It seemed to hurt her to cry and yet I saw that the more it hurt her the more she cried.
"If I were you," I suggested politely, "I"d go home right away."
"Home?" repeated the woman, with a hiccough, "what"s home?"
"The place you live in."
"Lor, honey, I don"t live in no place. I jest walks."
"But what do you do when you get tired?"
"I walks some mo"."
"An" don"t you ever leave off?"
"Only when it"s dark like this an" thar"s no folks about."
"But what do folks say to you when they see you walkin"?"
"Say to me," she threw back her head and broke into a drunken laugh, "why, they say to me: "Step lively!""
She crawled closer, peering at me greedily under the pale glimmer of the street lamp.
"Why, you"re a darlin" of a boy," she said, "an" such pretty blue eyes!"
Then she rose to her feet and stood swaying unsteadily above me, while Samuel broke out into angry barks. "Shall I tell you a secret because of yo" blue eyes?" she asked. "It"s this--whatever you do in this world, you step lively about it. I"ve done a heap of lookin" an" I"ve seen the ones who get on are the ones who step the liveliest. It ain"t no matter where you"re goin", it ain"t no matter who"s befo" you, if you want to get there first, step lively!"
She went out, taking her awful secret with her, and turning over I fell asleep again on my pile of straw. "If ever I have a dollar I"ll give it to her so she may stop walkin"," was my last conscious thought.
My next awakening was a very different one, for the light was streaming into the market, and a cheerful red face was shining down, like a rising sun, over a wheelbarrow of vegetables.
"Don"t you think it"s about time all honest folk were out of bed, sonny?" enquired a voice.
"I ain"t been here mo"n an hour," I retorted, resenting the imputation of slothfulness with a spirit that was not unworthy of my mother.
The open length of the market, I saw now, was beginning to present a busy, almost a festive, air. Stalls were already laden with fruit and vegetables, and farmers" wagons covered with canvas, and driven by sunburnt countrymen, had drawn up to the sidewalk. Rising hurriedly to my feet, I began rubbing my eyes, for I had been dreaming of the fragrance of bacon in our little kitchen.
"Now I"d be up an" off to home, if I were you, sonny," observed the marketman, planting his wheelbarrow of vegetables on the brick floor, and beginning to wipe off the stall. "The sooner you take yo" whippin", the sooner you"ll set easy again."
"There ain"t anybody to whip me," I replied dolefully, staring at the sign over his head, on which was painted in large letters--"John Chitling. Fish, Oysters (in season). Vegetables. Fruits."
Stopping midway in his preparations, he turned on me his great beaming face, so like the rising sun that looked over his shoulder, while I watched his big jean ap.r.o.n swell with the panting breaths that drew from his stomach.
"Here"s a boy that says he ain"t got n.o.body to whip him!" he exclaimed to his neighbours in the surrounding stalls,--a poultryman, covered with feathers, a fish vender, bearing a string of mackerel in either hand, and a butcher, with his sleeves rolled up and a blood-stained ap.r.o.n about his waist.
"I al"ays knew you were thick-headed, John Chitling," remarked the fish dealer, with contempt, "but I never believed you were such a plum fool as not to know a tramp when you seed him."
"You ain"t got but eleven of yo" own," observed the butcher, with a snicker; "I reckon you"d better take him along to round out the full dozen."
"If I"ve got eleven there ain"t one of "em that wa"nt welcome,"
responded John, his slow temper rising, "an" I reckon what the Lord sends he"s willing to provide for."
"Oh, I reckon he is," sneered the fish dealer, who appeared to be of an unpleasant disposition, "so long as you ain"t over-particular about the quality of the provision."
"Well, he don"t provide us with yo" fish, anyway," retorted John; and I was watching excitedly for the coming blows when the butcher, who had been looking over me as reflectively as if I had been a spring lamb brought to slaughter, intervened with a peaceable suggestion that he should take me into his service.
"I"m on the lookout for a bright boy in my business," he observed.