"Wal, yeh had all the grub yeh want, pardner? Say, ain"t them green gages sour? They sets yer teeth on aidge all right. An" I couldn"t find the boys" sugar-can. If yer full up, I guess we"d better git inter the boat."
I took my seat behind Oram and a particularly offensive pipe he had just lighted. Looking down the long, swift-running, threatening flume, I shuddered; for since Oram"s recital the native hue of my resolution had been "sicklied o"er with the pale cast of thought." I remarked that if he saw any of those Cape Horn curves ahead to let me know and I would get out and walk.
"Don"t yeh be skeer"d by what I told yeh," said he. "Yeh got a pretty fair-sized head, but yeh ain"t quite so top-heavy as Mis" Sneath"s big upright. An", besides, the" ain"t no more Cape Horn on this flume; they calls that place Pianner P"int now."
THE CONTUMACY OF SARAH L. WALKER
BY
MIRIAM MICHELSON
Reprinted from _Munsey"s Magazine_ of April, 1904 by permission
"THE BOARD will now pa.s.s to consideration of the case of Mrs.--Mrs.
Walker."
The president looked from the report in front of her to the superintendent sitting opposite.
The Rev. Alexander McCaleb rose slowly to his feet.
"I regret exceedingly," he said, "to have to report this case to the board. I need not say that if it had been possible to convince Mrs.
Walker of the error of her ways, no pains or time would have been spared. But I have done all that I could. Mrs. Walker persists.
She--ah!--she flouts all authority, and--ah!--sets such an example of rebellious conduct that I fear the discipline of the home may be gravely compromised."
The president knitted her pretty, dark brows. Her hair was white, with a soft, youthful whiteness that haloed her head as if it was a joke of old Time"s. She was new to her office, and was conscious of a critical atmosphere that subtly underlined the formality of the proceedings--an official formality that made the meeting of the lady managers of this Old People"s Home a formidable affair.
"I see no record of any case of disciplining heretofore," she said, troubled. "There is no precedent by which the chair can be----"
"But there are the by-laws," suggested the superintendent. He reached over to his own desk, and read from a pamphlet that had lain open there: "If any inmate of the home shall persistently and willfully disobey the rules, the superintendent shall report such case to the board of managers. If, after full and complete investigation, and a notice to that effect having been duly served, said inmate shall continue to persist in contumacy, the board is by a majority vote empowered to expel."
A little hush fell upon the a.s.semblage at this invocation of its dread powers.
"It seems rather hard on the old bodies, doesn"t it?" the president was encouraged to remark.
"But it is plainly stated in the by-laws," said the recording secretary, a bright-eyed, business-like matron.
"And dear Mr. McCaleb is so patient and tactful that it is seldom necessary," remarked the single member of this week"s visiting committee.
"I thank you, Mrs. Davis." The superintendent bowed in his stateliest manner. "I do my best--I try always to do my best. Old people are trying, we all know."
The president looked up from her perusal of the by-laws.
"Suppose we have the old lady in," she said. "Mr. McCaleb, will you send for Mrs. Walker?"
The old lady held her head haughtily as she walked into the handsomely furnished office. The president, mindful of her official capacity, looked severely upon Mrs. Walker--Sarah Lucinda Walker, according to the cramped signature of the home"s register, widow, native of Maine, aged sixty-seven on her entrance into the home five years ago. And Mrs.
Walker--a miracle of aged neatness, trim, straight, little, in her somber black and immaculate cap--looked severely back.
"Be seated, Mrs. Walker," said the president.
"Thank you." Mrs. Walker crossed with a formal "Good morning, ladies,"
and took the chair indicated.
"Now, Mr. McCaleb, if you please----" said the president.
The superintendent rose.
"Ladies," he began with a solemnity that made the offender quake within, though outwardly she was calm as the president herself, "it is with positive pain that I have to report to you the case of Mrs. Sarah Lucinda Walker. It is now fully three months since I began to labor with her--three months since I warned her of this very thing that has come to pa.s.s, an investigation by your honorable board. On the 9th of January"--he glanced methodically at a note-book--"I sent her a copy of the by-laws, with the section referring to insubordination underscored in red ink. On the 23d I made a personal call upon her, and sought to convince her how impossible it was that such conduct could be tolerated.
On February 7th I publicly reprimanded her. On the 13th--five days ago--I informed her that, after considering it prayerfully, I had laid the matter before your honorable body, and that she should hold herself in readiness to be summoned before you to meet the following charges:
"First, insubordination; second, breaking Rule VIII of the house regulations; third, taking food from the table; fourth, disturbing neighbors in early morning; and fifth, defacing the building."
Mr. McCaleb took his seat. The shocked gaze of the board bent itself upon the criminal. The bad little old lady"s far-sighted eyes swept insolently past them all and met the president"s--twenty years younger than her own.
"Do you like birds, ma"am?" she asked, herself in an eager, bird-like way. And then, without waiting for an answer, she went on: "I love "em--anything that"s got wings. Old Cap"n Walker used to say, "Sary Lucindy, they was a moughty fine ornithologist spiled when G.o.d A"mighty made you a woman "stead of a man." He was a free-spoken man, Cap"n Walker, not so pious-mouthed as some, but he had charity in his soul, which is more than some others has."
She swept a superbly disdainful look toward the Rev. McCaleb. The recording secretary tapped reprovingly with her pencil, but the president only listened.
"Now, ma"am, we ain"t paupers, we old folks. Every one of us, as you know, has paid our thousand dollars in. An" we ain"t bad children as needs disciplinin"; an" they"s no use treatin" grandmothers an"
great-grandmothers as though they was. It"s in me to love birds, an" no "mount of rules and regulations is goin" to change me. My canary bird died the same year Cap"n Walker saved every other soul on board his ship and went down alone to the bottom with her. Since then I"ve sort o"
adopted the sparrers. Why, haven"t I spent every afternoon through the summer out in the park a-feedin" them my lunch? An" now that winter"s come, d"ye think I"d have the face to desert them?
""Not one of them is forgotten before G.o.d"--do you remember, ma"am? One of "em seemed to be in the early winter. It was before my rheumatism got so bad. I was out in the park the afternoon the first snow fell, an"
this poor little crittur with a wing broke kep" a trailin" an" chirpin"
an" scuttlin" in front o" me. It"d fell out o" the nest; hardly covered with feathers, it was. I picked it up an" carried it to my room in my ap.r.o.n. Poor little mite--how it fluttered an" struggled! I kep" it overnight in my spool-box. In the mornin" I fed it; by noon the sun come out, an" I let it out on the window-sill, where I keep my house plants; just a bit o" musk--the cap"n liked musk--an" a pot o" bergamot. Do you know, ma"am, that little thing was that contented by the end of the week that I could leave the windows open an" nary a wing"s stroke away would it go? That was in December, "fore it got to be known that I kep" a bird in my room. That mild spell we had "fore Christmas it did fly away one morning, but at sundown there it was back again; an" when it came on to snow that night I felt same"s I used to "tween voyages, when I could hear how the ocean"d get lashed to a fury, an" Cap"n Walker"d be fast asleep safe beside me.
"Of course it was a pity that when the bird came back it showed others the way--but wasn"t it cute of it, ma"am? An" wasn"t it just like a lot o" children hangin" "round at maple-syrup time? They did make a clatter an" a racket in the early mornin" when I wouldn"t be up an" they"d be ready for breakfast. But wasn"t it for all the world like children with empty little stummicks an" chatterin" tongues? When Mis" Pearson complained of me an" the noise, I didn"t take it kind of her. Take food from the table? Course I did. But it was my own lunch, that I"d a right to go hungry for ef I wanted to, an" n.o.body"s affair.
"But I tell you, ma"am, one day--it was that day Mr. McCaleb sent me that printed notice, an" everybody on my floor see it comin" an" knew it was something shameful an" legal--that evening I tried honestly to keep "em out. I pulled down the shade--it was a bitter cold day, a regular blizzard blowing--an" I sat with my back to the window an" tried to read my Bible while them birds jest shrieked themselves hoa.r.s.e outside. Well, guess where that Bible opened to! "Yea, the sparrow hath found a house and the swallow a nest for herself where she may lay her young." That was a message, ma"am, a straight, sure message. I opened the window an"
scattered their bread-crumbs out on the sill, which I had made jest the least bit wider for them--that"s what he calls "defacin" the buildin"."
After that, I told Mr. McCaleb flat-footed that if he had the heart to starve them innocent critturs in the dead o" winter, it was more than I had. I told him if he"d wait till spring, I"d promise never to open the window that faces south after that; but till they could shift for themselves, I"d shift for them. That"s all. Thank _you_, ma"am, for letting me have my say."
She smiled into the president"s soft eyes, and rose, looking like a trim, saucy, gray-haired sparrow about to take flight. The president"s smile started back to her, but on the way it had to pa.s.s the recording secretary, the visiting committee, and the Rev. Alexander McCaleb. By the time it had made the journey it was shorn of half its sympathetic understanding.
"You admit then, Mrs. Walker, that you have broken the rule against having pets in the room?" the president asked with gravity. "It is a necessary rule. Fancy what would be the condition of the place if a lady in No. 117 had a tame sparrow, a gentleman in No. 120 a monkey, his neighbor a spaniel, the lady across the way a cat, and so on! I appreciate--we all do, and Mr. McCaleb more than all of us--how tender and charitable a nature yours is, but"--she looked at the recording secretary to gain courage--"but we simply must enforce the rules. I know so good a housekeeper as you must have been will understand this, and agree with me when I say that such a disciplinarian as Captain Walker no doubt was--unfortunately, I never had the pleasure of his acquaintance--would have been the first to counsel you to obey the rules. Won"t you think it over from our point of view, Mrs. Walker, when you go back to your room? Do! Good afternoon."
It was a very dejected Sarah Lucinda Walker that returned to her room.
Her depression was noted and audibly commented upon by Mrs. Pearson, her next-door neighbor and arch-enemy. In fact, the whole corridor was alive with the news of her defeat. At the lunch-table it was the sole topic of conversation, and in the library old Colonel Rockwell--in the pauses of a quavering rendition of "Rocked in the Cradle of the Deep"--bet Mr.
Patterson three of the cigars his nephew always sent him on Fridays that Mrs. Walker, being a woman of spirit, would not yield even though the ultimatum were expulsion.
Mrs. Walker heard of the wager, of course, that afternoon. They were a hundred or more antiquated and unseaworthy vessels, all anch.o.r.ed in a semi-genteel haven; and from morning till night, till sun should cease for them to shine and water to flow they had nothing to do but to listen to the whispering tide that told of the great ocean of life beyond, or to gossip among themselves of their own voyages dead and done.
The incorrigible Mrs. Walker"s spotless little room, with its bag of dried crusts on the window-sill, saved for her pet, became the storm center that afternoon. Every old lady who could possibly claim acquaintance called to inquire her intentions; every old gentleman leaned hard upon his cane as he lifted his hat to her in the halls with the deference due a gallant rebel. They loved a rebel, these old children, at the end of their lives fallen again into the domain of "you must" and "you must not."
Sarah Lucinda Walker"s world rocked beneath her. She intended, she believed, to obey the rules, to cast off the one creature on earth to which she could still play Lady Bountiful; to shut her hospitable window and her loving old heart on all these fluttering, visiting strangers who had heard of her generosity, and with every hour carried the news of it further.