The Wit of Women

Chapter 11

He motioned Aunt Anniky to the chair, into which she dropped in a limp sort of way, recovering herself immediately, however, and sitting bolt upright in a rigid att.i.tude of defiance. Some moments of persuasion were necessary before she could be induced to lean back and allow Dr. Babb"s fingers on her nose while she breathed the laughing-gas; but, once settled, the expression faded from her countenance almost as quickly as a magic-lantern picture vanishes. I watched her nervously, my attention divided between her vacant-looking face and a dreadful picture on the wall. It represented Dr. Babb himself, minus the hair, but with double the number of smiles, standing by a patient from whose mouth he had apparently just extracted a huge molar that he held triumphantly in his forceps. A gray-haired old gentleman regarded the pair with benevolent interest. The photograph was ent.i.tled, "His First Tooth."

"Attracted by that picture?" said Dr. Alonzo, affably, his fingers on Aunt Anniky"s pulse. "My par had that struck off the first time I ever got a tooth out. That"s par with the gray hair and the benediction att.i.tude. Tell you, he was proud of me! I had such an awful tussle with that tooth! Thought the old fellow"s jaw was _bound_ to break! But I got it out, and after that my par took me with him round the country--starring the provinces, you know--and I practised on the natives."

By this time Aunt Anniky was well under the influence of the gas, and in an incredibly short s.p.a.ce of time her five teeth were out. As she came to herself I am sorry to say she was rather silly, and quite mortified me by winking at Dr. Babb in the most confidential manner, and repeating, over and over again: "Honey, yer ain"t harf as smart as yer thinks yer is!"

After a few weeks of sore gums, Aunt Anniky appeared, radiant with her new teeth. The effect was certainly funny. In the first place, blackness itself was not so black as Aunt Anniky. She looked as if she had been dipped in ink and polished off with lamp-black. Her very eyes showed but the faintest rim of white. But those teeth were white enough to make up for everything. She had selected them herself, and the little ridiculous milk-white things were more fitted for the mouth of a t.i.tania than for the great cavern in which Aunt Anniky"s tongue moved and had its being.

The gums above them were black, and when she spread her wide mouth in a laugh, it always reminded me of a piano-lid opening suddenly and showing all the black and white ivories at a glance. Aunt Anniky laughed a good deal, too, after getting her teeth in, and declared she had never been so happy in her life. It was observed, to her credit, that she put on no airs of pride, but was as sociable as ever, and made nothing of taking out her teeth and handing them around for inspection among her curious and admiring visitors. On that principle of human nature which glories in calling attention to the weakest part, she delighted in tough meats, stale bread, green fruits, and all other eatables that test the biting quality of the teeth. But finally destruction came upon them in a way that no one could have foreseen. Uncle Ned was an old colored man who lived alone in a cabin not very far from Aunt Anniky"s, but very different from her in point of cleanliness and order. In fact, Uncle Ned"s wealth, apart from a little corn crop, consisted in a lot of fine young pigs, that ran in and out of the house at all times, and were treated by their owner as tenderly as if they had been his children.

One fine day the old man fell sick of a fever, and he sent in haste for Aunt Anniky to come and nurse him. He agreed to give her a pig in case she brought him through; should she fail to do so, she was to receive no pay. Well, Uncle Ned got well, and the next thing we heard was that he refused to pay the pig. My father was usually called on to settle all the disputes in the neighborhood; so one morning Anniky and Ned appeared before him, both looking very indignant.

"I"d jes" like ter tell yer, Mars" Charles," began Uncle Ned, "ob de trick dis miser"ble ole n.i.g.g.e.r played on me."

"Go on, Ned," said my father, with a resigned air.

"Well, it wuz de fift night o" de fever," said Uncle Ned, "an" I wuz a-tossin" an" a-moanin", an" old Anniky jes" lay back in her cheer an"

snored as ef a dozen frogs wuz in her throat. I wuz a-perishin" an"

a-burnin" wid thirst, an" I hollered to Anniky; but Lor"! I might as well "a hollered to a tombstone! It wuz ice I wanted; an" I knowed dar wuz a gla.s.s somewhar on my table wid cracked ice in it. Lor"! Lor"! how dry I wuz! I neber longed fer whiskey in my born days ez I panted fur dat ice. It wuz powerful dark, fur de grease wuz low in de lamp, an" de wick spluttered wid a dyin" flame. But I felt aroun", feeble like an"

slow, till my fingers touched a gla.s.s. I pulled it to me, an" I run my han" in an" grabbed de ice, as I s"posed, an" flung it in my mouf, an"

crunched, an" crunched--"

Here there was an awful pause. Uncle Ned pointed his thumb at Anniky, looked wildly at my father, and said, in a hollow voice: "_It wuz Anniky"s teef!_"

My father threw back his head and laughed as I had never heard him laugh. Mother from her sofa joined in. I was doubled up like a jack-knife in the corner. But as for the princ.i.p.als in the affair, neither of their faces moved a muscle. They saw no joke. Aunt Anniky, in a dreadful, m.u.f.fled, squashy sort of voice, took up the tale:

"Nexsh ting I knowed, Marsh Sharles, somebody"s sheizin" me by de head, a-jammin" it up "gin de wall, a-jawin" at me like de Angel Gabriel at de rish ole sinners in de bad plashe--an" dar wash ole Ned a-spittin" like a black cat, an" a-howlin" so dreadful dat I tought he wash de debil; an" when I got de light, dar wash my beautiful chany teef a-flung aroun", like scattered seed-corn, on de flo", an" Ned a-swarin" he"d have de law o" me."

"An" arter all dat," broke in Uncle Ned, "she pretends to lay a claim fur my pig. But I says no, sir; I don"t pay n.o.body nothin" who"s played me a trick like dat."

"Trick!" said Aunt Anniky, scornfully, "whar"s de trick? Tink I wanted yer ter eat my teef? An" furder-mo", Marsh Sharles, dar"s jes" dis about it: when dat night set in dar warn"t no mo" hope fur old Ned dan fur a foundered sheep. Laws-a-ma.s.sy! dat"s why I went ter sleep. I wanted ter hev strengt" ter put on his burial clo"es in de mornin". But don" yer see, Marsh Sharles, dat when he got so mad it brought on a sweat dat _broke de fever_! It saved him! But, fur all dat, arter munchin" an"

manglin" my chany teef, he has de imperdence ob tryin" to "prive me ob de pig I honestly "arned."

It was a hard case. Uncle Ned sat there a very image of injured dignity, while Aunt Anniky bound a red handkerchief around her mouth and fanned herself with her turkey-tail.

"I am sure I don"t know how to settle the matter," said father, helplessly. "Ned, I don"t see but that you"ll have to pay up."

"Neber, Mars" Charles, neber."

"Well, suppose you get married?" suggested father, brilliantly. "That will unite your interests, you know."

Aunt Anniky tossed her head. Uncle Ned was old, wizened, wrinkled as a raisin, but he eyed Anniky over with a supercilious gaze, and said with dignity: "Ef I wanted ter marry, I could git a likely young gal."

All the four points of Anniky"s turban shook with indignation. "Pay me fur dem chany teef!" she hissed.

Some visitors interrupted the dispute at this time, and the two old darkies went away.

A week later Uncle Ned appeared with rather a sheepish look.

"Well, Mars" Charles," he said, "I"s about concluded dat I"ll marry Anniky."

"Ah! is that so?"

""Pears like it"s de onliest way I kin save my pigs," said Uncle Ned, with a sigh. "When she"s married she boun" ter _"bey_ me. Women "bey your husbands; dat"s what de good Book says."

"Yes, she will _bay_ you, I don"t doubt," said my father, making a pun that Uncle Ned could not appreciate.

"An" ef ever she opens her jaw ter me "bout dem ar teef," he went on, "I"ll _mash_ her."

Uncle Ned tottered on his legs like an unscrewed fruit-stand, and I had my own opinion as to his "mashing" Aunt Anniky. This opinion was confirmed the next day when father offered her his congratulations. "You are old enough to know your own mind," he remarked.

"I"s ole, maybe," said Anniky, "but so is a oak-tree, an" it"s vigorous, I reckon. I"s a purty vigorous sort o" growth myself, an" I reckon I"ll have my own way with Ned. I"m gwine ter fatten dem pigs o"

hisn, an" you see ef I don"t sell "em nex" Christmas fur money "nouf ter git a new string o" chany teef."

"Look here, Anniky," said father, with a burst of generosity, "you and Ned will quarrel about those teeth till the day of doom, so I will make you a wedding present of another set, that you may begin married life in harmony."

Aunt Anniky expressed her grat.i.tude. "An" _dis_ time," she said, with sudden fury, "I sleeps wid "em _in_."

The teeth were presented, and the wedding preparations began. The expectant bride went over to Ned"s cabin and gave it such a clearing up as it had never had. But Ned did not seem happy. He devoted himself entirely to his pigs, and wandered about looking more wizened every day.

Finally he came to our gate and beckoned to me mysteriously.

"Come over to my house, honey," he whispered, "an" bring a pen an" ink an" a piece o" paper wid yer. I wants yer ter write me a letter."

I ran into the house for my little writing-desk, and followed Uncle Ned to his cabin.

"Now, honey," he said, after barring the door carefully, "don"t you ax me no questions, but jes" put down de words dat comes out o" my mouf on dat ar paper."

"Very well, Uncle Ned, go on."

"Anniky Hobbleston," he began, "dat weddin" ain"t a-gwine ter come off.

You cleans up too much ter suit me. I ain"t used ter so much water splashin" aroun". Dirt is warmin". "Spec I"d freeze dis winter if you wuz here. An" you got too much tongue. Besides, I"s got anudder wife over in Tipper. An" I ain"t a-gwine ter marry. As fur havin" de law, I"s a leavin" dese parts, an" I takes der pigs wid me. Yer can"t fin" _dem_, an" yer can"t fin" _me_. _Fur I ain"t a-gwine ter marry._ I wuz born a bachelor, an" a bachelor will I represent myself befo" de judgment-seat.

If you gives yer promise ter say no mo" "bout dis marryin" business, p"r"aps I"ll come back some day. So no mo" at present, from your humble worshipper,

"NED CUDDY."

"Isn"t that last part rather inconsistent?" said I, greatly amused.

"Yes, honey, if yer says so; an" it"s kind o" soothin" to de feelin"s of a woman, yer know."

I wrote it all down and read it aloud to Uncle Ned.

"Now, my chile," he said, "I"m a-gwine ter git on my mule as soon as der moon rises, an" drive my pigs ter Col" Water Gap, whar I"ll stay an"

fish. Soon as I am well gone, you take dis letter ter Anniky; but _min"_, don"t tell whar I"s gone. An" if she takes it all right, an"

promises ter let me alone, you write me a letter, an" I"ll git de fust Methodis" preacher I run across in der woods ter read it ter me. Den, ef it"s all right, I"ll come back an" weed yer flower-garden fur yer as purty as preachin"."

I agreed to do all uncle Ned asked, and we parted like conspirators. The next morning Uncle Ned was missing, and, after waiting a reasonable time I explained the matter to my parents, and went over with his letter to Aunt Anniky.

"Powers above!" was her only comment as I got through the remarkable epistle. Then, after a pause to collect her thoughts, she seized me by the shoulder, saying: "Run to yo" pappy, honey, quick, an" ax him ef he"s gwine ter stick ter his bargain "bout de teef. Yer know he pintedly said dey wuz a _weddin"_ gif"."

Of course my father sent word that she must keep the teeth, and my mother added a message of sympathy, with a present of a pocket-handkerchief to dry Aunt Anniky"s tears.

"But it"s all right," said that sensible old soul, opening her piano-lid with a cheerful laugh. "Bless you, chile, it wuz de teef I wanted, not de man! An", honey, you jes" sen" word to dat shif"less old n.i.g.g.e.r, ef you know whar he"s gone, to come back home and git his c.r.a.p in de groun"; an", as fur as _I"m_ consarned, yer jes" let him know dat I wouldn"t pick him up wid a ten-foot pole, not ef he wuz to beg me on his knees till de millennial day."--_From "Dialect Tales," published in 1883 by Harper Brothers._

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