"We dug "em," said Amelia coldly.
Rosie stepped down from her chair, unnoticed. To Amelia, she was then no bigger than some little winged thing flitting about the room in time of tragedy. Our greatest emotions sometimes stay unnamed. At that moment, Amelia was swayed by as tumultuous a love as ever animated damsel of verse or story; but it merely seemed to her that she was an ill-used woman, married to a man for whom she was called on to be ashamed. Rosie tiptoed into the entry, put on her little shawl and hood, and stole out to play in the corn-house. When domestic squalls were gathering, she knew where to go. The great outdoors was safer. Her past had taught her that.
"Don"t like to eat with folks, does he? Well, it"s all in what you"re brought up to."
Amelia was ready with her counter-charge. "Have some tea?"
She poured it as if it were poison, and Josiah became conscious of her tragic self-control.
"You ain"t eat a thing," said he, with an ostentatious kindliness. He bent forward a little, with the air of inviting a confidence. "Got suthin" on your mind, ain"t you, "Melia?" he whispered. "Kind o"
worried? Find he"s a drinkin" man?"
Amelia was not to be beguiled, even by that anger which veils itself as justice. She looked at him steadily, with scorching eyes.
"You ain"t took any sugar," said she. "There "t is, settin" by you. Help yourself."
Josiah addressed himself to his tea, and then Amelia poured him another cup. She had some fierce satisfaction in making it good and strong. It seemed to her that she was heartening her adversary for the fray, and she took pleasure in doing it effectually. So great was the spirit within her that she knew he could not be too valiant, for her keener joy in laying him low. Then they rose from the table, and Josiah took his old place by the stove, while Amelia began carrying the dishes to the sink. Her mind was a little hazy now; her next move must depend on his, and cousin Josiah, somewhat drowsy from his good dinner, was not at once inclined to talk. Suddenly he raised his head snakily from those sunken shoulders, and pointed a lean finger to the window.
""Melia!" cried he sharply. "I"ll be b.u.t.tered if he ain"t been and traded off both your cows. My Lord! be you goin" to stan" there an" let them two cows go?"
Amelia gave one swift glance from the window, following the path marked out by that insinuating index. It was true. Elbridge was driving her two cows out of the yard, and her husband stood by, watching him. She walked quietly into the entry, and Josiah laid his old hands together in the rapturous certainty that she was going to open the door, and send her anger forth. But Amelia only took down his b.u.t.ternut coat from the nail, and returned with it, holding it ready for him to insert his arms.
"Here"s your coat," said she, with that strange, deceptive calmness.
"Stan" up, an" I"ll help you put it on."
Josiah looked at her with helplessly open mouth, and eyes so vacuous that Amelia felt, even at that moment, the grim humor of his plight.
"I was in hopes he"d harness up"--he began, but she ruthlessly cut him short.
"Stan" up! Here, put t" other arm in fust. This han"kercher yours? Goes round your neck? There "t is. Here"s your hat. Got any mittens? There they be, in your pocket. This way. This is the door you come in, an"
this is the door you"ll go out of." She preceded him, her head thrown up, her shoulders back. Amelia had no idea of dramatic values, but she was playing an effective part. She reached the door and flung it open, but Josiah, a poor figure in its huddled capes, still stood abjectly in the middle of the kitchen. "Come!" she called peremptorily. "Come, Josiah Pease! Out you go." And Josiah went, though, contrary to his usual habit, he did not talk. He quavered uncertainly down the steps, and Amelia called a halt. "Josiah Pease!"
He turned, and looked up at her. His mouth had dropped, and he was nothing but a very helpless old child. Vicious as he was, Amelia realized the mental poverty of her adversary, and despised herself for despising him. "Josiah Pease!" she repeated. "This is the end. Don"t you darken my doors ag"in. I"ve done with you,--egg an" bird!" She closed the door, shutting out Josiah and the keen spring wind, and went back to the window, to watch him down the drive. His back looked poor and mean.
It emphasized the pettiness of her victory. Even at that moment, she realized that it was the poorer part of her which had resented attack on a citadel which should be impregnable as time itself. Just then Enoch stepped into the kitchen behind her, and his voice jarred upon her tingling nerves.
"Well," said he, more jovially than he was wont to speak, "I guess I"ve made a good trade for ye. Company gone? Come here an" se" down while I eat, an" I"ll tell ye all about it."
Amelia turned about and walked slowly up to him, by no volition of her conscious self. Again love, that august creature, veiled itself in an unjust anger, because it was love and nothing else.
"You"ve made a good bargain, have you?" she repeated. "You"ve sold my cows, an" had "em drove off the place without if or but. That"s what you call a good bargain!" Her voice frightened her. It amazed the man who heard. These two middle-aged people were waking up to pa.s.sions neither had felt in youth. Life was strong in them because love was there.
"Why, "Melia!" said the man. "Why, "Melia!"
Amelia was hurried on before the wind of her destiny. Her voice grew sharper. Little white stripes, like the lashes from a whip, showed themselves on her cheeks. She seemed to be speaking from a dream, which left her no will save that of speaking.
"It"s been so ever sence you set foot in this house. Have I had my say once? Have I been mistress on my own farm? No! You took the head o"
things, an" you"ve kep" it. What"s mine is yours."
Her triumph over Josiah seemed to be strangely repeated; the scene was almost identical. The man before her stood with his hands hanging by his sides, the fingers limp, in an att.i.tude of the profoundest patience. He was thinking things out. She knew that. Her hurrying mind antic.i.p.ated all he might have said, and would not. And because he had too abiding a gentleness to say it, the insanity of her anger rose anew. "I"m the laughin"-stock o" the town," she went on bitterly. "There ain"t a man or woman in it that don"t say I"ve married a tramp."
Enoch winced, with a sharp, brief quiver of the lips; but before she could dwell upon the sight, to the resurrection of her tenderness, he turned away from her, and went over to the bench.
"I guess I"ll move this back where"t was," he said, in a very still voice, and Amelia stood watching him, conscious of a new and bitterer pang: a fierce contempt that he could go on with his poor, methodical way of living, when greater issues waited at the door. He moved the bench into its old place, gathered up the clock, with its dismantled machinery, and carried it into the attic. She heard his step on the stairs, regular and unhalting, and despised him again; but in all those moments, the meaning of his movements had not struck her. When he came back, he brought in the broom; and while he swept up the fragments of his work, Amelia stood and watched him. He carried the dustpan and broom away to their places, but he did not reenter the room. He spoke to her from the doorway, and she could not see his face.
"I guess you won"t mind if I leave the clock as "t is. It needs some new cogs, an" if anybody should come along, he wouldn"t find it any the worse for what I"ve done. I"ve jest thought it over about the cows, an"
I guess I"ll leave that, too, jest as it is. I made you a good bargain, an" when you come to think it over, I guess you"d ruther it"d stan" so than run the resk of havin" folks make a handle of it. Good-by, "Melia.
You"ve been good to me,--better"n anybody ever was in the world."
She heard his step, swift and steady, through the shed and out at the door. He was gone. Amelia turned to the window, to look after him, and then, finding he had not taken the driveway, she ran into the bedroom, to gaze across the fields. There he was, a lonely figure, striking vigorously out. He seemed glad to go; and seeing his haste, her heart hardened against him. She gave a little disdainful laugh.
"Well," said Amelia, "_that"s_ over. I"ll wash my dishes now."
Coming back into the kitchen, with an a.s.sured step, she moved calmly about her work, as if the world were there to see. Her pride enveloped her like a garment. She handled the dishes as if she scorned them, yet her method and care were exquisite. Presently there came a little imperative pounding at the side door. It was Rosie. She had forgotten the cloudy atmosphere of the house, and being cold, had come, in all her old, imperious certainty of love and warmth, to be let in. Amelia stopped short in her work, and an ugly frown roughened her brow. Josiah Pease, with all his evil imaginings, seemed to be at her side, his lean forefinger pointing out the baseness of mankind. In that instant, she realized where Enoch had gone. He meant to take the three o"clock train where it halted, down at the Crossing, and he had left the child behind.
Tearing off her ap.r.o.n, she threw it over her head. She ran to the door, and, opening it, almost knocked the child down, in her haste to be out and away. Rosie had lifted her frosty face in a smile of welcome, but Amelia did not see it. She gathered the child in her arms, and hurried down the steps, through the bars, and along the narrow path toward the pine woods. The sharp brown stubble of the field merged into the thin gra.s.ses of the greener lowland, and she heard the trickling of the little dark brook, where gentians lived in the fall, and where, still earlier, the cardinal flower and forget-me-not crowded in lavish color.
She knew every inch of the way; her feet had an intelligence of their own. The farm was a part of her inherited life; but at that moment, she prized it as nothing beside that newly discovered wealth which she was rushing to cast away. Rosie had not striven in the least against her capture. She knew too much of life, in some patient fashion, to resist it, in any of its phases. She put her arms about Amelia"s neck, to cling the closer, and Amelia, turning her face while she staggered on, set her lips pa.s.sionately to the little sleeve.
"You cold?" asked she--"_dear_?" But she told herself it was a kiss of farewell.
She stepped deftly over the low stone wall into the Marden woods, and took the slippery downward path, over pine needles. Sometimes a rounded root lay above the surface, and she stumbled on it; but the child only tightened her grasp. Amelia walked and ran with the prescience of those without fear; for her eyes were unseeing, and her thoughts hurrying forward, she depicted to herself the little drama at its close. She would be at the Crossing and away again, before the train came in; n.o.body need guess her trouble. Enoch must be there, waiting. She would drop the child at his side,--the child he had deserted,--and before he could say a word, turn back to her desolate home. And at the thought, she kissed the little sleeve again, and thought how good it would be if she could only be there again, though alone, in the shielding walls of her house, and the parting were over and done. She felt her breath come chokingly.
"You"ll have to walk a minute," she whispered, setting the child down at her side. "There"s time enough. I can"t hurry."
At that instant, she felt the slight warning of the ground beneath her feet, shaken by another step, and saw, through the pines, her husband running toward her. Rosie started to meet him, with a little cry, but Amelia thrust her aside, and hurried swiftly on in advance, her eyes feeding upon his face. It had miraculously changed. Sorrow, the great despair of life, had eaten into it, and aged it more than years of patient want. His eyes were like lamps burned low, and the wrinkles under them had guttered into misery. But to Amelia, his look had all the sweet familiarity of faces we shall see in Paradise. She did not stop to interpret his meeting glance, nor ask him to read hers. Coming upon him like a whirlwind, she put both her shaking hands on his shoulders, and laid her wet face to his.
"Enoch! Enoch!" she cried sharply, "in the name of G.o.d, come home with me!"
She felt him trembling under her hands, but he only put up his own, and very gently loosed the pa.s.sionate grasp. "There! there!" he said, in a whisper. "Don"t feel so bad. It"s all right. I jest turned back for Rosie. Mebbe you won"t believe it, but I forgot all about her."
He lowered his voice, for Rosie had gone close to him, and laid her hands clingingly upon his coat. She did not understand, but she could wait. A branch had almost barred the path, and Amelia, her dull gaze fallen, noted idly how bright the moss had kept, and how the scarlet cups enriched it. Her strength would not sustain her, void of his, and she sank down on the wood, her hands laid limply in her lap. "Enoch,"
she said, from her new sense of the awe of life, "don"t lay up anything ag"inst me. You couldn"t if you knew."
"Knew what?" asked Enoch gently. He did not forget that circ.u.mstance had laid a blow at the roots of his being; but he could not turn away while she still suffered.
Amelia began, stumblingly,--
"He talked about you. I couldn"t stan" it."
"Did you believe it?" he queried sternly.
"There wa"n"t anything to believe. That"s neither here nor there.
But--Enoch, if anybody should cut my right hand off--Enoch"--Her voice fell brokenly. She was a New England woman, accustomed neither to a.n.a.lyze nor talk. She could only suffer in the elemental way of dumb things who sometimes need a language of the heart. One thing she knew.
The man was hers; and if she reft herself away from him, then she must die.
He had taken Rosie"s hand, and Amelia was aware that he turned away.
"I don"t want to bring up anything," he said hesitatingly, "but I couldn"t stan" bein" any less"n other men would, jest because the woman had the money, an" I hadn"t. I dunno"s "t was exactly fair about the cows, but somehow you kind o" set me at the head o" things, in the beginnin", an" it never come into my mind"--
Amelia sat looking wanly past him. She began to see how slightly argument would serve. Suddenly the conventions of life fell away from her and left her young.