"And--and all of his--his guests are really dependent on him?" I asked again, as the stupendous fact filtered into my mind.
"All the flock, all the flock," answered Uncle Peter, with what seemed, under the circ.u.mstances, a heartless chuckle. "They each one have little dabs of property, about as big as a handful of chicken feed, and as they have each one given it all to James to manage, they expect an income in return--and get it--all they ask for. A lot of useless old live stock--all but Sallie, and she"s worse--worse, hey?"
I agreed with his question--but I didn"t say so.
"Glad your money is safe in Public Town Bonds and City Securities, Evelina. If James could, he might lose it, and you"d have to move over.
It would then be nip and tuck between you and Sallie which got James--nip and tuck--hey?"
"Oh, Uncle Peter!" I exclaimed with positive horror that was flavored with a large dash of indignation.
"Well, yes, a race between a widow and a girl for a man is about like one between a young duck and a spring chicken, across a mill-pond--girl and chicken lose--hey? But let Sallie have him, since you don"t need him. I"ve got to go home and listen to Augusta talk about my business, that she knows nothing in the world about, or I won"t be ready for town meeting this afternoon. Women are all fools,--hey?"
"Will you come again, Uncle Peter?" I asked eagerly. I had set out to offer Uncle Peter a cup of niecely affection, and I had got a good, stiff bracer to arouse me in return.
"I will, whenever I can escape Augusta," he answered, and there was such a kindly crackle in his voice that I felt that he had wanted and needed what I had offered him. "I"ll drop in often and a.n.a.lyze the annals of the town with you. Glad to have you home, child, good young blood to stir me up--hey?"
And as I sat and watched the Mayor go saunteringly down the street, with his crustiness carried like a child on his shoulder, which it delighted him to have knocked off, so that he could philosophize in the restoring of it to its position, suddenly a realization of the relation of Glendale to the world in general was forced upon me--and I quailed.
Glendale is like a dozen other small towns in the Harpeth Valley; they are all drowsy princesses who have just waked up enough to be wondering what did it. The tentative kiss has not yet disclosed the presence of the Prince of Revolution, and they are likely to doze for another century or two. I think I had better go back into the wide world and let them sleep on. One live member is likely to irritate the repose of the whole body.
Their faint stirrings of progress are pathetic.
They have an electric plant, but, as I have noted before, the lights therefrom show a strong trace of their pine-knot heredity, and go out on all important occasions, whether of festivity or tragedy. Kerosene lamps have to be kept filled and cleaned if a baby or a revival or a lawn festival is expected.
They have a lovely, wide concrete pavement in front of six of the stores around the public square, but no two stretches of the improvement join each other, and it makes a shopping progression around the town somewhat dangerous, on account of the sudden change of grade of the sidewalk, about every sixty feet. Aunt Augusta wanted Uncle Peter to introduce a bill in the City Council forcing all of the property owners on the Square to put down the pavement in front of their houses, at small payments per annum, the town a.s.suming the contract at six per cent.
Uncle Peter refused, because he said that he felt a smooth walk around the Square would call out what he called "a dimity parade" every afternoon.
They have a water system that is supplied by so much mud from the river that it often happens that the town has to go unwashed for a week, while the pipes are cleaned out. There is a wonderful spring that could be used, with a pump to supply the town, Aunt Augusta says.
The City Council tied up the town for a hundred thousand dollars"
subscription to the new railroad, and failed to tie the shops down in the contract. They are to be built in Bolivar. A great many of the rich men have lost a lot of money thereby, Cousin James the most of all, and everybody is sitting up in bed blinking.
There are still worse things happening in the emotional realm of Glendale.
Lee Greenfield has been in the state of going to ask Caroline Lellyett to marry him for fifteen years, and has never done it. Caroline has been beautiful all her life, but she is getting so thin and faded at thirty that she is a tragedy. Lee goes to see her twice a week, and on Sunday afternoon takes her out in his new and rakish runabout, that is as modern as his behavior is obsolete. Caroline knows no better, and stands it with sublime patience and lack of character. That is a situation I won"t be able to keep my hands off of much longer.
Ned Hall"s wife has seven children with the oldest one not twelve, and she looks fifty. Ned goes to all the dances at the Glendale Hotel dining-room and looks thirty. He dresses beautifully and Nell and all the girls like to dance with him. Just ordinary torture wouldn"t do for him.
Polk Hayes wouldn"t be allowed to run loose in London society.
Sallie Carruthers is a great big husky woman, with three children that she is responsible for having had. She and her family must consume tons of green groceries every month and a perfectly innocent man pays for them.
Mrs. Dodd, the carpenter-and-contractor"s wife is a Boston woman who came down here--Before I could write all about that Boston girl so that Jane could understand perfectly the situation Polk came around from the side street and seated himself on the railing of the porch so near the arm of my chair that I couldn"t rock without inconveniencing him.
I am glad he found me in the mood I was in and I am glad to record the strong-minded--it came near being the strong-armed--contest in which we indulged.
"Me for a woman that has a lot of spirit--she is so much sweeter when tamed, Evelina," was one of the gentle remarks with which he precipitated the riot. "I think it has been s.p.u.n.kily fascinating of you to come and live by yourself in this old barn. It keeps me awake nights just to think of you over here--alone. How long is the torture to go on?"
Jane, I tried, but if I had frankly and courageously shown Polk Hayes what was in my heart for him at that moment, I couldn"t have answered for the results.
From the time I was eighteen until I was twenty the same sort of a.s.sault and battery had been handed out to me from him. He had beaten me with his love. He didn"t want me--he doesn"t want any woman except so long as he is uncertain that he can get her. Just because I had been firm with him when even a child and denied him, he has been merciless. And now that I am a woman and armed for the combat, it will be to the death.
Shall I double and take refuge in a labyrinth of subterfuge or turn and fight? So I temporized to-day.
"It is lonely--but not quite "torture" to me, with the family so close, across the street," I answered him, and I went on whipping the lace on a piece of fluff I am making, to discipline myself because I loathe a needle so. "Please don"t you worry over me, dear." I raised my eyes to his and I tried the common citizenship look. It must have carried a little way for he flushed, the first time I ever saw him do it, and his hand with the cigarette in it shook.
"Evelina, are you real or a--farce?" he asked, after a few minutes of peace.
"I"m trying to be real, Polk," I answered, and this time I raised my eyes with perfect frankness. "If you could define a real woman, Polk, in what terms would you express her?" I asked him straight out from the shoulder.
"h.e.l.l fire and a hallelujah chorus, if she"s beautiful," he answered me promptly.
I laughed. I thought it was best under the circ.u.mstances.
"I"ll tell you, Evelina," he continued, stealthily. "A man just can"t generalize the creatures. Apparently they are craving nothing so much as emotional excitement and when you offer it to them they want to go to housekeeping with it. Love is a business with them and not an art."
"Would you like to try a genuine friendship with one. Polk?" I asked, and again struck from the shoulder--with my eyes.
"Help! Not if you mean yourself, beautiful," he answered promptly and with fervor. "I wouldn"t trust myself with you one minute off-guard like that."
"You could safely."
"But I won"t!"
"Will you try?"
"No!"
"Will you go over and sit in that chair while I tell you something calmly, quietly, and seriously? It"ll give you a new sensation and maybe it will be good for you." I looked him straight in the face and the battle of our eyes was something terrific. I had made up my mind to have it out with him then and there. There was nothing else to do. I would be frank and courageous and true to my vow--and accept the consequences.
He slid along the railing of the porch and down into the chair in almost a daze of bewilderment.
"Polk," I began, concealing a gulp of terror, "I love you more than I can possibly--"
[Ill.u.s.tration: "Say, Polk, I let the Pup git hung by her ap.r.o.n to the wheel of your car."]
"Say, Polk, I let the Pup git hung by her ap.r.o.n to the wheel of your car out in the road and her head is dangersome kinder upside down. It might run away. Can you come and git her loose for me?"
Henrietta"s calmness under dire circ.u.mstances was a lesson to both Polk and me, for with two gasps that sounded as one we both raced across the porch, down the path and out to the road where Folk"s Hupp runabout stood by the worn old stone post that had tethered the horses of the wooers of many generations of the maids of my house.
But, prompt as our response to Henrietta"s demand for rescue had been, Cousin James was there before us. He stood in the middle of the dusty road with the tousled mite in his arms, soothing her frightened sobs against his cheek with the dearest tenderness and patting Sallie on the back with the same comforting.
"Oh, Henrietta, how could you nearly kill your little sister like this?"
Sallie sobbed. "Please say something positive to her, James!"
"Henrietta," began Cousin James with a suspicion of embarra.s.sment at Polk"s and my presence at the domestic scene. Polk choked a chuckle and I could have murdered him.
"Wait a minute," said Henrietta, in her most commanding voice. "Sallie, didn"t you ask me to take that Pup from Aunt Dilsie, "cause of the phthisic, and keep her quiet while the Kit got a nap, and didn"t I ask you if it would be all right if I got her back whole and clean?"