"Of course Martha"ll get him!" she said. "Why shouldn"t she? I never in all my life seen better hard soft soap than what she makes, and her bread is as light as a feather, you could make a meal of it; and now since she"s took to fluffin" her hair, and dressin" up so" nice, she"s a good enough lookin" girl. She ain"t as educated as he is, of course, but land alive! you couldn"t beat that hard soft soap of hers, no matter what education you had."
Pearl shook her head and wished that she could share her aunt"s optimism, but she felt that something more than a knowledge of soap-making was needed for a happy married life. On her way to school she thought about it so hard that it seemed to her that any one coming behind her would be sure to find some of her thoughts in the snow.
Mr. Donald, who saw that something was troubling her, inquired the cause of her worried face.
"Of course, I do not want to know if it is a secret, Pearl," he said; "but it may be that I could help you if I knew all about it."
Pearl looked at him before replying.
"It isn"t a secret that I was told and promised, not to tell. It is something that I found out by accident, or, at least, all by my own self, and still it"s not to be talked about, only among friends."
Mr. Donald nodded.
Pearl went on: "Maybe now you"re just the one that could help me. I believe I will tell you all about it."
This was at recess. The children were out playing "shinney." They could hear the shouts of the contending sides. Pearl told him her hopes and fears regarding Martha. "Martha"s all right at heart, you bet," she concluded; "she"s good enough for Arthur or any one, really. If she had vulgar ways or swore when she got mad, or sa.s.sed her Ma, or told lies, or was stingy or mean or anything like that, it would be far worse and harder to get rid of, because nothing but a miracle of grace will cast out the roots of sin, and then even it is a big risk to marry any one like that, because you"re never sure but one tiny little root may be left, and in due season it may bust up and grow."
"It may, indeed," Mr. Donald said, smiling. Then he added, when his smile had faded: ""Bust up and grow" are the words to express it."
"But if Martha could only get smoothed up in education, and know about William the Conqueror, and what causes tides, and could talk a little more and answer back a little smarter like, it would be all right, I do believe."
"I have known men to marry uneducated women, and be very fond of them, too," said Mr. Donald thoughtfully. "Some of the Hudson"s Bay factors married squaws."
"I know," Pearl agreed. "Old Louie Baker, the surveyor"s guide, told Pa about his squaw, Rosie. He Eked Rosie fine, and thought she was real pretty when there wasn"t a white woman in sight, but when the white women began to come into the country he got ashamed of poor Rosie, and every day she seemed to get dirtier and greasier, and her toes turned in more; and, anyway, Mr. Donald, it"s hard for a woman to feel that she isn"t just up to the mark. Gettin" married ain"t all there is to it, you bet. It"s only in books that they say people git married, and leave it like that, for that"s when the real hard times begin--keepin" it up and makin" it turn out well. That"s the hard part."
Mr. Donald looked at her in wonder. "You have wisdom beyond your years, Pearl," he said gravely.
"All Martha needs is more education, and there"s lots of it lyin"
around loose--it"s stickin" out of every-thing--it"s in the air and on the ground, and all over, and it seems too bad if Martha can"t grab holt of some of it, and her so anxious for it."
"The well is deep, and she has nothing to draw with," the schoolmaster quoted absently.
Pearl recognized the words, and quickly answered: "Do you mind that the woman was wrong about that when she said there was nothing to draw with? Well, now, I believe Martha has something to draw with, too--she has you and me, so she has. You have the education that Martha needs. I"m gettin" it every day. Can"t you and I pa.s.s it on to Martha?"
"How, Pearl?" he asked.
"I don"t know just yet. I haven"t got it thought out that far. But there"s some way, there"s always some way to help people."
It was time to call school then, and no more was said until the next day, when Mr. Donald said to Pearl: "I believe events are coming our way. Mrs. Steadman told me last night that she was going to Ontario for three months, and I am to go elsewhere to board. I wonder would Mrs. Perkins take me in?"
Pearl gave an exclamation of joy. "Would she?" she cried. "You bet she would, and you could help Martha every night. Isn"t it just dandy the way things happen?"
That night Pearl went to see Martha on her way home from school.
Pearl was to find out if the teacher would be taken to board.
Martha was alone in the house, her father and mother having gone to Millford. When Pearl knocked at the door, Martha opened it. A spelling-book was in her hand, which she laid down hurriedly.
Pearl made known her errand. It was too good to be delayed.
"Say, Martha, isn"t it great? He"ll help you every night--he can tell you the most interesting things--he gets lots of newspapers and magazines, and he knows about electricity and politics and poetry and everything, and a person can get educated just by listening to him."
Martha stood looking at Pearl a minute, then suddenly threw her arms around her. "You are my good angel, Pearl Watson!" she cried. "You are always bringing me good things. Of course we"ll take him, and be glad to have him; and I"ll listen to him, you may be sure; and Pearl, I just can"t help telling you that I"m so happy now--I can"t tell you how happy I am."
Martha"s br.i.m.m.i.n.g eyes seemed to contradict her words, but Pearl, who understood something of the springs of the heart, understood.
"I can"t help being happy," Martha went on. "I tell myself that it"s wicked for me to feel so glad Thursa"s gone, when he"s so miserable over it. But she wouldn"t ever have suited him, would she, Pearl?
She"d have made him miserable before long, and herself, too; but that"s not all the reason that I"m glad she"s gone," she added, truthfully.
Martha"s face was hidden on Pearl"s shoulder as she said this.
"I know about it," Pearl said. "I found it all out that day when you were showing me the room, and I"m just as pleased as you are, or pretty near. Of course, it would never have done for him to marry Thursa, and the way it all turned out would convince any one that Providence ain"t feelin" above takin" a hand in people"s affairs. She was nice and pretty, and all that, but she"s the kind that would always have sour bread, and you bet, sour bread cuts love; she"d be just like Dave Elder"s wife, it tires her dreadful to sweep the floor; but she can go to three dances a week, and then she lies on the lounge all day and says her nerves are bad. But, Martha, you do right to be glad. It"s never wrong to be happy. G.o.d made everything to have a good time. Look at the gophers and birds, and even the mosquitoes--they have a bang-up time while it lasts. We"ve got to be happy every chance we get. Whenever you see it pa.s.sin" by take a grab at it. I mind, when I was a wee little thing, I had a piece of bright blue silk that I had found, and it was just lovely; it put me through a whole winter takin" a look at it now and then. I had to stay at home while Ma was washing, and it was pretty cold in the house sometimes, but the blue silk kept me heartened up. It"s just like a piece on Arthur"s phonograph--here and there in it there"s a little tinklin" song, so sweet and liltin" it just cuts into yer heart; but, mind you, you don"t get much o" that at a time. There"s all kinds of clatterin" crash, smash, and jabber on both sides of it, cuttin" in on both ends of it, and just when yer gettin" tired of rough house, in she sails again sweeter than ever, just puttin" yer heart crossways with the sweetness of it. It keeps ringin" in my ears all the time, that dear little ripplin", tinklin" tune, and perhaps it needed all that gusty buzzin" and rip-roarin" to drive the sweetness clean into you. That"s the way it is always; Martha; we"ve got to listen for the little song whenever we can hear it."
"I am listening to it all the time, Pearl," Martha said softly. "It may not be meant for me at all, but it is sweet while it lasts, and I can"t help hearing it, can I, Pearl?"
Pearl kissed her friend warmly and whispered words of hope, and then, fearing that this might be faith without works, heard her spell a page of words from Bud"s old speller.
CHAPTER XXIX
MARTHA"S STRONG ARGUMENTS
"How does love speak?"
THE next week Mr. Donald moved over to the Perkins home. His trunks had been sent over in the morning, and after school he walked home with Pearl. Mr. Donald had seen Martha at the services in the schoolhouse, but had not spoken to her. Pearl now brought him in triumphantly and introduced him to Mrs. Perkins and Martha.
The cleanliness and comfort of the big square kitchen, with its windows filled with blooming plants, the singing canary, the well-blackened range with its cheerful squares of firelight, the bubbling tea-kettle, all seemed to promise rest and comfort. Martha, neatly dressed in a dark blue house dress, with dainty white collar and ap.r.o.n, greeted, him hospitably, and told, him she hoped he would be comfortable with them. There was no trace of awkwardness in her manner, only a shy reserve that seemed to go well with her steady gray eyes and gentle voice. Pearl was distinctly proud of Martha.
When Mr. Donald went up to his room he looked around him in pleased surprise. It was only a small room, but it was well-aired, and had that elusive, indescribable air of comfort which some rooms have, and others, without apparent reason, have not. The stovepipe from the kitchen range ran through it, giving it ample warmth. His room at Mrs. Steadman"s had been of about the temperature of a well. It was with a decided feeling of satisfaction that the school-master hung his overcoat on a hook behind the door and sat down in the cushioned rocking-chair. A rag carpet, gaily striped in red, green, and yellow, covered the floor, and a tawny wolf-skin lay in front of the bed.
"This looks good to me," said the schoolmaster, stretching himself luxuriously in his chair and enjoying the warmth of the room, with the pleasant feeling that at last he had one little spot that he could call his own, where he could sit and read and think, or, if he wanted to, just sit and be comfortable. From below came the pleasant rattle of dishes and an appetizing odour of baking chicken.
Mr. Donald went to the wash-stand, and washed his hands, smiling pleasantly to himself. "Martha, like you," he was saying, "and I"ll gladly make a deal with you. I have quite a stock of history and geography and literature and other things which we call knowledge, and I will gladly, part with it for just such things as these,"
looking around him approvingly. "Give me cream on my porridge, Martha, and I"ll teach you all I know and more." A few minutes later Mr. Donald went down to supper.
Mr. Perkins did the honours of the table, and each wore his coat while he carved the chicken, as a token of respect for the new boarder. He hospitably urged Mr. Donald to eat heartily, though there was no special need of urging him, for Martha"s good cooking and dainty serving were proving a sufficient invitation.
Mr. Perkins was in fine fettle, and gave a detailed account of the visit he and Sam Motherwell made to Winnipeg to interview the Department of Education about the formation of the Chicken-Hill School District. Mr. Donald was much amused by his host"s description of the "Big Chief" of educational matters.
"You see, I knowed cousins of his down below, near Owen Sound," Mr.
Perkins said, "though I didn"t see that he favoured them at all at first; but when I got a look at him between the ears I could see the very look of the old man his uncle. Maybe you"ve seen him, have you? Long-faced, lantern-jawed old pelter, with a face like a coffin--they"re the kind you have to look out for; they"d go through you like an electric shock! Well, sir, Sam and me was sittin" there on the edge of our chairs, and that old rack o" bones just riddled us with questions. Sam got suspicious that there was a job gittin" put up on us some way, and so he wouldn"t say a word for fear it would raise the taxes, and that left all the talkin" to me. Now, I don"t mind carryin" on a reasonable conversation with any one, but, by jinks, n.o.body could talk to that man. I tried to get a chance to tell him about knowin" his folks, and a few amusin" things that came to me about the time his uncle Zeb was married and borrowed my father"s black coat for the occasion, but, land alive, he never let up on his questions. He asked me every blamed thing about every family in the neighbourhood. He had the map of the township right before him, and wrote down everything I told him nearly. I was scared to death we hadn"t enough children to get the Gover"ment grant, and so I had to give twins to the Steadmans twice, both pairs of school age. I wasn"t just sure of how many we needed to draw the grant, but I was bound to have enough to be sure of it. Sam Motherwell"s no good to take along with you at a time like that; he kinda gagged when I gave George the second pair of twins, and when the old man went out he went at me about it, and said it was not a decent way to treat a neighbour and him not there to deny it. I told him: "My land sakes alive! I hadn"t said nothin" wrong about either George Steadman or the twins; and it"s no disgrace to have "em. Plenty of good people have twins."
"Well, sir, when the old man came back he asked me a whole string of questions about them two pair of twins, just as if everything depended on them. I had to name them first thing. I got the girls all right--Lily and Rose I called them--but when he asked me about the boys I couldn"t think of anything that would do for the boys except "Buck" and "Bright." Of course I explained that them wasn"t really their names, but that"s what everyone called them, they were such cute little chaps and looked just alike, only Buck toed in a little.
I kicked Sam to pitch in and tell something about their smart ways, but he just sat like a man in a dream; he never seemed to get over his surprise at them comin". All this time the old lad was leafin"
over a great big book he had, and askin" the greatest lot of fool questions about the twins. I told him that Lily and Rose was pretty little things with yalla hair and they sang "The Dyin" Nun" at a concert we had in the church at Millford somethin" grand; and the two boys were the greatest lads, I said, to trap gophers--terrible shame not to have a school for them. Then the old chap looked at me, and his face seemed to be as long as a horse"s, an" he says, lookin"
square at me: "I"m real glad you told me about Mr. Steadman"s twins, because it"s the first we"ve heard of them. Mr. Steadman is a mightly careless man to only register two children--Thomas J., born October 20, 1880, and Maud Mary, born sick a time 1882, and not a single entry of the twins, either pair; and here the first we hear of them is when they begin to feel the need of an education--Buck and Bright trappin" gophers, and Lily and Rose delightin" large audiences with "The Dyin" Nun" and other cla.s.sic gems. Any father might well be proud of them. I"ll write to Mr. Steadman and tell him just what I think of such carelessness. Even if Buck does toe in a little that"s no reason why him and his runnin" mate shouldn"t have a place in the files of his country. I"ll mention to Mr. Steadman that we"re deeply indebted to his friend and neighbour for putting us right in regard to his family tree.