Abner and Esther stood for a bewildered minute, staring at the rough unpainted boards through which this astonishing inquiry1 had come. I scrambled2 to my feet and kicked aside the tick and blankets. Whatever else happened, it did not seem likely that there was any more sleeping to be done. Then the farmer strode forward and dragged one of the doors back on its squeaking3 rollers. Some snow fell in upon his boots from the ridge5 that had formed against it over night. Save for a vaguely6 faint snow-light in the air, it was still dark.
“Yes, she’s here,” said Abner, with his hand on the open door.
“Then I’d like to know—” the invisible Jee began excitedly shouting from without.
“Sh-h! You’ll wake everybody up!” the farmer interposed. “Come inside, so that I can shut the door.”
“Never under your roof!” came back the shrill7 hostile voice. “I swore I never would, and I won’t!”
“You’d have to take a crowbar to get under my roof,” returned Abner, grimly conscious of a certain humor in the thought. “What’s left of it is layin’ over yonder in what used to be the cellar. So you needn’t stand on ceremony on that account. I ain’t got no house now, so’t your oath ain’t bindin’. Besides, the Bible says, ‘Swear not at all!’”
A momentary8 silence ensued; then Abner rattled9 the door on its wheels. “Well, what are you goin’ to do?” he asked, impatiently. “I can’t keep this door open all night, freezin’ everybody to death. If you won’t come in, you’ll have to stay out!” and again there was an ominous10 creaking of the rollers.
“I want my da’ater!” insisted Jehoiada, vehemently11. “I stan’ on a father’s rights.”
“A father ain’t got no more right to make a fool of himself than anybody else,” replied Abner, gravely. “What kind of a time o’ night is this, with the snow knee-deep, for a girl to be out o’ doors? She’s all right here, with my women-folks, an’ I’ll bring her down with the cutter in the mornin’—that is, if she wants to come. An’ now, once for all, will you step inside or not?”
Esther had taken up the lantern and advanced with it now to the open door. “Come in, father,” she said, in tones which seemed to be authoritative13, “They’ve been very kind to me. Come in!” Then, to my surprise, the lean and scrawny figure of the cooper emerged from the darkness, and stepping high over the snow, entered the barn, Abner sending the door to behind him with a mighty14 sweep of the arm.
Old Hagadorn came in grumbling15 under his breath, and stamping the snow from his feet with sullen16 kicks. He bore a sledge-stake in one of his mittened17 hands. A worsted comforter was wrapped around his neck and ears and partially19 over his conical-peaked cap. He rubbed his long thin nose against his mitten18 and blinked sulkily at the lantern and the girl who held it.
“So here you be!” he said at last, in vexed20 tones. “An’ me traipsin’ around in the snow the best part of the night lookin’ for you!”
“See here, father,” said Esther, speaking in a measured, deliberate way, “we won’t talk about that at all. If a thousand times worse things had happened to both of us than have, it still wouldn’t be worth mentioning compared with what has befallen these good people here. They’ve been attacked by a mob of rowdies and loafers, and had their house and home burned down over their heads and been driven to take refuge here in this barn of a winter’s night. They’ve shared their shelter with me and been kindness itself, and now that you’re here, if you can’t think of anything pleasant to say to them, if I were you I’d say nothing at all.”
This was plain talk, but it seemed to produce a satisfactory effect upon Jehoiada. He unwound his comforter enough to liberate21 his straggling sandy beard and took off his mittens22. After a moment or two he seated himself in the chair, with a murmured “I’m jest about tuckered out,” in apology for the action. He did, in truth, present a woeful picture of fatigue23 and physical feebleness, now that we saw him in repose24. The bones seemed ready to start through the parchment-like skin on his gaunt cheeks, and, his eyes glowed with an unhealthy fire, as he sat, breathing hard and staring at the jumbled25 heaps of furniture on the floor.
Esther had put the lantern again on the box and drawn26 forward a chair for Abner, but the farmer declined it with a wave of the hand and continued to stand in the background, looking his ancient enemy over from head to foot with a meditative27 gaze. Jehoiada grew visibly nervous under this inspection28; he fidgeted on his chair and then fell to coughing—a dry, rasping cough which had an evil sound, and which he seemed to make the worse by fumbling29 aimlessly at the button that held the overcoat collar round his throat.
At last Abner walked slowly over to the shadowed masses of piled-up household things and lifted out one of the drawers that had been taken from the framework of the bureau and brought over with their contents. Apparently30 it was not the right one, for he dragged aside a good many objects to get at another, and rummaged31 about in this for several minutes. Then he came out again into the small segment of the lantern’s radiance with a pair of long thick woollen stockings of his own in his hand.
“You better pull off them wet boots an’ draw these on,” he said, addressing Hagadorn, but looking fixedly32 just over his head. “It won’t do that cough o’ yours no good, settin’ around with wet feet.”
The cooper looked in a puzzled way at the huge butternut-yarn stockings held out under his nose, but he seemed too much taken aback to speak or to offer to touch them.
“Yes, father!” said Esther, with quite an air of command. “You know what that cough means,” and straightway Hagadorn lifted one of his feet to his knee and started tugging33 at the boot-heel in a desultory34 way. He desisted after a few half-hearted attempts, and began coughing again, this time more distressingly35 than ever.
His daughter sprang forward to help him, but Abner pushed her aside, put the stockings under his arm, and himself undertook the job. He did not bend his back overmuch; but hoisted36 Jee’s foot well in the air and pulled.
“Brace your foot agin mine an’ hold on to the chair!” he ordered, sharply, for the first effect of his herculean pull had been to nearly drag the cooper to the floor. He went at it more gently now, easing the soaked leather up and down over the instep until the boots were off. He looked furtively37 at the bottoms of these before he tossed them aside, noting, no doubt, as I did, how old and broken and run down at the heel they were. Jee himself peeled off the drenched38 stockings, and they too were flimsy old things, darned and mended almost out of their original color.
These facts served only to deepen my existing low opinion of Hagadorn, but they appeared to affect Abner Beech39 differently. He stood by and watched the cooper dry his feet and then draw on the warm dry hose over his shrunken shanks, with almost a friendly interest. Then he shoved along one of the blankets across the floor to Hagadorn’s chair that he might wrap his feet in it.
“That’s it,” he said, approvingly. “They ain’t no means o’ building a fire here right now, but as luck would have it we’d jest set up an old kitchen stove in the little cow-barn to warm up gruel40 for the caves with, an’ the first thing we’ll do ’ll be to rig it up in here to cook breakfast by, an’ then we’ll dry them boots o’ yourn in no time. You go an’ pour some oats into ’em now,” Abner added, turning to me. “And you might as well call Hurley. We’ve got considerable to do, an’ daylight’s breakin’.”
The Irishman lay on his back where I had left him, still snoring tempestuously41. As a rule he was a light sleeper42, but this time I had to shake him again and again before he understood that it was morning. I opened the side-door, and sure enough, the day had begun. The clouds had cleared away. The sky was still ashen43 gray overhead, but the light from the horizon, added to the whiteness of the unaccustomed snow, rendered it quite easy to see one’s way about inside. I went to the oat-bin.
Hurley, sitting up and rubbing his eyes, regarded me and my task with curiosity. “An’ is it a stovepipe for a measure ye have?” he asked.
“No; it’s one of Jee Hagadorn’s boots,” I replied. “I’m filling ’em so’t they’ll swell44 when they’re dryin’.”
He slid down off the hay as if some one had pushed him. “What’s that ye say? Haggydorn? Ould Haggydorn?” he demanded.
I nodded assent45. “Yes, he’s inside with Abner,” I explained. “An’ he’s got on Abner’s stockin’s, an’ it looks like he’s goin’ to stay to breakfast.”
Hurley opened his mouth in sheer surprise and gazed at me with hanging jaw46 and round eyes.
“’Tis the fever that’s on ye,” he said, at last. “Ye’re wandherin’ in yer mind!”
“You just go in and see for yourself,” I replied, and Hurley promptly47 took me at my word.
He came back presently, turning the corner of the stanchions in a depressed48 and rambling49 way, quite at variance50 with his accustomed swinging gait. He hung his head, too, and shook it over and over again perplexedly.
“Abner ‘n’ me ’ll be bringin’ in the stove,” he said.“’Tis not fit for you to go out wid that sickness on ye.”
“Well, anyway,” I retorted, “you see I wasn’t wanderin’ much in my mind.”
Hurley shook his head again. “Well, then,” he began, lapsing51 into deep brogue and speaking rapidly, “I’ve meself seen the woman wid the head of a horse on her in the lake forninst the Three Castles, an’ me sister’s first man, sure he broke down the ditch round-about the Danes’ fort on Dunkelly, an’ a foine grand young man, small for his strength an’ wid a red cap on his head, flew out an’ wint up in the sky, an’ whin he related it up comes Father Forrest to him in the potaties, an’ says he, ‘I do be suprised wid you, O’Driscoll, for to be relatin’ such loies.’ ‘I’ll take me Bible oat’ on ’em!’” says he.
“‘Tis your imagination!’ says the priest. ‘No imagination at all!’ says O’Driscoll; ‘sure, I saw it wid dese two eyes, as plain as I’m lookin’ at your riverence, an’ a far grander sight it was too!’ An’ me own mother, faith, manny’s the toime I’ve seen her makin’ up dhrops for the yellow sicknest wid woodlice, an’ sayin’ Hail Marys over ’em, an’ thim same ‘ud cure annything from sore teeth to a wooden leg for moiles round. But, saints help me! I never seen the loikes o’ this! Haggydorn is it? Ould Haggydorn! Huh!’’”
Then the Irishman, still with a dejected air, started off across the yards through the snow to the cow-barns, mumbling52 to himself as he went.
I had heard Abner’s heavy tread coming along the stanchions toward me, but now all at once it stopped. The farmer’s wife had followed him into the passage, and he had halted to speak with her.
“They ain’t no two ways about it, mother,” he expostulated. “We jest got to put the best face on it we kin4, an’ act civil, an’ pass the time o’ day as if nothing’d ever happened atween us. He’ll be goin’ the first thing after breakfast.”
“Oh! I ain’t agoin’ to sass him, or say anything uncivil,” M’rye broke in, reassuringly53. “What I mean is, I don’t want to come into the for’ard end of the barn at all. They ain’t no need of it. I kin cook the breakfast in back, and Janey kin fetch it for’ard for yeh, an’ nobody need say anythin’, or be any the wiser.”
“Yes, I know,” argued Abner, “but there’s the looks o’ the thing. I say, if you’re goin’ to do a thing, why, do it right up to the handle, or else don’t do it at all. An’ then there’s the girl to consider, and her feelin’s.”
“Dunno’t her feelin’s are such a pesky sight more importance than other folkses,” remarked M’rye, callously54.
This unaccustomed recalcitrancy seemed to take Abner aback. He moved a few steps forward so that he became visible from where I stood, then halted again and turned, his shoulders rounded, his hands clasped behind his back. I could see him regarding M’rye from under his broad hat-brim with a gaze at once dubious55 and severe.
“I ain’t much in the habit o’ hearin’ you talk this way to me, mother,” he said at last, with grave depth of tones and significant deliberation.
“Well, I can’t help it, Abner!” rejoined M’rye, bursting forth56 in vehement12 utterance57, all the more excited from the necessity she felt of keeping it out of hearing of the unwelcome guest. “I don’t want to do anything to aggravate58 you, or go contrary to your notions, but with even the willin’est pack-horse there is such a thing as pilin’ it on too thick. I can stan’ bein’ burnt out o’ house ‘n’ home, an’ seein’ pretty nigh every rag an’ stick I had in the world go kitin’ up the chimney, an’ campin’ out here in a barn—My Glory, yes!—an’ as much more on top o’ that, but, I tell you flat-footed, I can’t stomach Jee Hagadorn, an’ I won’t!”
Abner continued to contemplate59 the revolted
M’rye with displeased60 amazement61 written all over his face. Once or twice I thought he was going to speak, but nothing came of it. He only looked and looked, as if he had the greatest difficulty in crediting what he saw.
Finally, with a deep-chested sigh, he turned again. “I s’pose this is still more or less of a free country,” he said. “If you’re sot on it, I can’t hender you,” and he began walking once more toward me.
M’rye followed him out and put a hand on his arm. “Don’t go off like that, Abner!” she adjured62 him. “You know there ain’t nothin’ in this whole wide world I wouldn’t do to please you—if I could! But this thing jest goes agin my grain. It’s the way folks are made. It’s your nater to be forgivin’ an’ do good to them that despitefully use you.”
“No, it ain’t!” declared Abner, vigorously.
“No, sirree! ‘Holdfast’ is my nater. I stan’ out agin my enemies till the last cow comes home. But when they come wadin’ in through the snow, with their feet soppin’ wet, an’ coughin’ fit to turn themselves inside out, an’ their daughter is there, an’ you’ve sort o’ made it up with her, an’ we’re all campin’ out in a barn, don’t you see—”
“No, I can’t see it,” replied M’rye, regretful but firm. “They always said we Ramswells had Injun blood in us somewhere. An’ when I get an Injun streak63 on me, right down in the marrow64 o’ my bones, why, you mustn’t blame me—or feel hard if—if I—”
“No-o,” said Abner, with reluctant conviction,
“I s’pose not. I dare say you’re actin’ accordin’ to your lights. An’ besides, he’ll be goin’ the first thing after breakfast.”
“An’ you ain’t mad, Abner?” pleaded M’rye, almost tremulously, as if frightened at the dimensions of the victory she had won.
“Why, bless your heart, no,” answered the farmer, with a glaring simulation of easy-mindedness.
“No—that’s all right, mother!”
Then with long heavy-footed strides the farmer marched past me and out into the cow-yard.
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