Morris looked at her and understood a little of her feeling as a wife and mother. He sat down. "Well, I"ll let him know the weight of my fist, if he does anything more of that business when I"m around," he said, looking at her, and then at her husband. "I didn"t grow up in a family where things like that go on. If you"ll just say the word, I--I"ll----"
"Please don"t do anything," she said, and he saw that he had better not, if he wished to shield her from further suffering. The meal proceeded in silence. Miner apparently gloried in what he had done.
The children were trembling with fear and could scarcely go on with their dinners. They dared not cry. Their eyes were fixed upon their father"s face, like the eyes of kittens accustomed to violence. The wife tried to conceal her shame and indignation. She thought she succeeded very well, but the big tears rolling down from her wide unseeing eyes, were pitiful to witness.
Morris ate his dinner in silence, not seeing anything further to do or say. His food choked him, and he found it necessary to drink great draughts of water.
At last she contrived to say, "How did you find the roof?" It was a pitiful attempt to cover the dreadful silence.
"It was almost as good as no roof at all," he replied, with the desire to aid her. "Those shingles, I suppose, have been on there for thirty years. I suppose those shingles must have been rived out by just such a machine as Old Man Means used, in the "Hoosier Schoolmaster."" From this, he went on to tell about some of the comical parts of the story, and so managed to end the meal in a fairly presentable way.
"She"s found another sympathizer," sneered the husband, returning to his habit of addressing his wife in the third person.
After eating his dinner, Miner lit his pipe and swaggered out, as if he had done an admirable thing. Morris remained at the table, talking with the children. After Miner had pa.s.sed out of earshot, he looked up at Mrs. Miner, as if expecting her to say something in explanation of what had occurred. But she had again forgotten him, and sat biting her lips and looking out of the window. Her bosom heaved like that of one about to weep. Her wide-open eyes had unutterable sorrow in their beautiful depths.
Morris got up and went out, in order to prevent himself from weeping too. He hammered away on the roof like mad for an hour, and wished that every blow fell on that little villain"s curly pate.
He did not see Mrs. Miner to speak to her again till the next forenoon, when she came out to see how the work was getting on. He came down from the roof to meet her, and they stood side by side, talking the job over and planning other work. She spoke, at last, in a low, hesitating voice, and without looking at him:
"You mustn"t mind what Mr. Miner does. He"s very peculiar, and you"re likely--that is, I mean----"
She could not finish her lie. The young man looked down on her resolutely. "I"d like to lick him, and I"d do it for a leather cent."
She put out her hand with a gesture of dismay. "Oh, don"t make trouble; please don"t!"
"I won"t if you don"t want me to, but that man needs a licking the worst of any one I ever saw. Mrs. Miner," he said, after a little pause, "I wish you"d tell me why he acts that way. Now, there must be some reason for it. No sane man is going to do a thing like that."
She looked away, a hot flush rising upon her face. She felt a distinct longing for sympathy. There was something very engaging in this young man"s candid manner.
"I do not know who is to blame," she said at last, as if in answer to a question. "I"ve tried to be a good wife to him for the children"s sake.
I"ve tried to be patient. I suppose if I"d made the property all over to him, as most wives do, at first, it would have avoided all trouble." She paused to think a moment.
"But, you see" she went on suddenly, "father never liked him at all, and he made me promise never to let the mill or the farm go out of my hands, and then I didn"t think it necessary. It belonged to us both, just as much as if I"d signed it over. I considered he was my partner as well as my husband. I knew how father felt, especially about the mill, and I couldn"t go against his wish."
She had the impulse to tell it all now, and she sat down on a bunch of shingles, as if to be able to state it better. Her eyes were turned away, her hands pressed upon each other like timid, living things seeking aid, and, looking at her trembling lips, the young man felt a lump rise in his throat.
"It began all at once, you see. I mean the worst of it did. Of course, we"d had sharp words, as all people who live together are apt to have, I suppose, but they didn"t last long. You see, everything was mine, and he had nothing at all when he came home with me. He"d had bad luck, and he--he never was a good business man."
The tears were on her face again. She was retrospectively approaching that miserable time when her suffering began. The droop of her head appealed to the young man with immense power. He had an impulse to take her in his arms and comfort her, as if she were his sister.
She mastered herself at last, and went on in low, hesitating voice, more touching than downright sobbing: "One day, the same summer the mill burned, one of the horses kicked at little Morty, and I said I"d sell it, and he said it was all nonsense; the horse wasn"t to blame. And I told him I wouldn"t have a horse around that would kick. And when he said I shouldn"t sell it, I said a dreadful thing. I knew it would cut him, but I said it. I said: "The horse is mine; the farm is mine; I can do what I please with my own, for all of you.""
She fell silent here, and Morris was forced to ask, "What did he do then?"
"He looked at me, a queer, long look that made me shiver, and then he walked off, and he never spoke to me again directly for six months. And from that day he almost never speaks to me except through the children.
He calls me names through them. He cuts me every time he can. He does everything he can to hurt me. He never dresses up, and he wears his hat in the house at all times, and rolls up his sleeves at the table, just because he knows it makes me suffer. Sometimes I think he is crazy, and yet----"
"Oh, no, he ain"t crazy. He"s devilish," Morris blurted out. "Great guns! I"d like to lay my hands on him."
She seemed to feel that a complete statement was demanded. "I can"t invite anybody to the house, for there"s no knowing what he"ll do. He may stay in the fields all day and never come in at all, or he may come in and curse and swear at me or do something--I never can tell what he is goin" to do."
"Haven"t you any relatives here?" Morris asked.
"Yes, but I"m ashamed to let them know about it, because they all said I"d repent; and then he"s my husband, and he"s the father of my children."
"A mighty poor excuse of one I call him," said the young man with decision.
"I tried to give him the farm, when I found it was going to make trouble, but he wouldn"t take it _then_. He won"t listen to me at all.
He keeps throwing it up to me that he"s earning his living, and if I don"t think he is he will go any minute. He works in the field, but that"s all. He won"t advise with me at all. He says it"s none of his business. He won"t do a thing around the house or garden. I tried to get him to oversee the mill for me, but, after our trouble, he refused to do anything about it. I hired a man to run it, but it didn"t pay that way, and then it was idle for a while, and at last it got afire some way and burned up--tramps, I suppose.
"Oh, dear!" she sighed, rising, "I don"t see how it"s going to end; it must end some time. Sometimes it seems as if I couldn"t stand it another day, and then I think of my duty as a mother and wife, and I think perhaps G.o.d intended this to be my cross."
The young fellow was silent. It was a great problem. The question of divorce had never before been borne in upon him in this personal way. It seemed to him a clear case. The man ought to be driven off and the woman left in peace. He thought of the pleasure it would give her to hear the sound of the mill again.
They stood there side by side, nearly the same age, and yet the woman"s face was already lined with suffering, and her eyes were full of shadow.
There seemed no future for her, and yet she was young.
"Please don"t let him know I"ve said anything to you, will you?"
"I"ll try not to," he said, but he did not consider himself bound to any definite concealment.
They ate dinner together without Miner, who had a fit of work on hand which made him stubbornly unmindful of any call to eat. Moreover, he was sure it would worry his wife.
The meal was a pleasant one on the whole, and they found many things in common to talk about. Morris wanted to ask her a few more questions about her life, but she begged him not to do so, and started him off on the story of his college life. He was an enthusiastic talker and told her his plans with boyish frankness. He forgot his fatigue, and she lost for a time her premature cares and despairs. They were laughing together over some of his college pranks when Miner came in at the door.
"Oh, I see!" he said, with an insulting, insinuating inflection. "Now I understand the early dinner."
Morris sprang up and, walking over to the sneering husband, glared down at him with a look of ferocity that sat singularly upon his round, fresh face. "Now you _shut up_! If you open your mouth to me again I"ll lick you till your hide won"t hold pumpkins!"
Miner shrank back, turned on his heel, and went off to the barn. He did not return for his dinner.
Morris insisted on helping Mrs. Miner clear up the yard and uncover the grapevine. He liked her very much. She appealed to the protector in him, and she interested him besides, because of the melancholy which was lined on her delicate face, and voiced in her low, soft utterances.
He appealed to her, because of his delicacy as well as strength. He had something of the modern man"s love for flowers, and did not attempt to conceal his delight in thus tinkering about at woman"s work. He ate supper with her and worked on until it was quite dark, tired as he was, and then shook hands and said "Good night."
Morris came back to his work the next day with a great deal of pleasure.
He had spent considerable thought upon the matter. He had almost determined on a course of action. He had thought of going directly to Miner and saying:
"Now look here, Miner, if you was _half_ a man, you"d pull out and leave this woman in peace. How you can stand around here and occupy the position you do, I don"t see."
But when he remembered Mrs. Miner"s words about the children, another consideration came in. Suppose he should take the children with him--that was the point; that was the uncertain part of the problem. It did not require any thought to remember that the law took very little consideration of the woman"s feelings. He said to himself that if he ever became judge, he would certainly give decisions that would send such a man as Miner simply whirling out into s.p.a.ce.
Miner was in the barn when Morris clambered up the ladder with a bunch of shingles on his shoulder, about seven o"clock. He came out and said:
"Say, you want to fix that window up there."
"Get away from there!" shouted Morris, in uncontrollable rage, "or I"ll smash this bunch of shingles on your cursed head. Don"t you open that ugly p"tater trap at me, you bow-legged little skunk! I"m goin" to lick you like a sock before I"m done with you."
He would have done so then had he been on the ground, but he disdained taking the trouble to climb down. He planned to catch him when he came up to dinner. The more he thought of it the more his indignation waxed.