Mrs. Marshall, the large lady at the gate, splendidly starched8 in her afternoon calico, regarded him without personal interest. He was merely an old resident likely to clear up a matter that had been blurred9 during her years of absence in the West. Jim's eyes traveled past her to the garden in the rear of the house, where yellow flower-de-luce was beginning to blow.
"They'd ought to put some muck on them pinies last fall," said he, in a soft voice which his gnarled aspect had not foretold10.
"Now you stop thinkin' gardins for a minute [193]an' pay some heed11 to me," said Mrs. Marshall. "How was I goin' to look out for the pinies, when I only come into the property this spring? Uncle'd ha' seen 'em mowed12 down for fodder13 before he'd ha' let you or anybody else poke14 round over anything 'twas his. But what I want to know is—what was 't the Miller15 twins had their quarrel about, all them years ago?"
Jim answered without hesitation16 or interest: "'Twas about a man. They both on 'em set by one man, an' he led 'em on. He made trouble betwixt 'em. 'Twas thirty year ago an' more."
"An' they ain't spoke17 sence! My! what fools anybody can make of themselves over a man! He's dead now, ain't he?"
"I dunno," said Jim. Abstraction had settled upon him. "Say, Mis' Marshall, what if I should drop in an' 'tend to them pinies?"
"Fush on the pinies!" said Mrs. Marshall heartily18. "You can, if 't'll be any comfort to ye. 'Twas they that made me think o' the Miller twins. Husband never got over talkin' about their pinies. I'd ruther have a good head o' lettuce19 than all the pinies that ever blowed."
Jim dropped his traps, opened the gate, walked past her without a word, and began a professional examination of the garden-beds. When he came to a neglected line of box, he made a [194]sympathetic clucking of the tongue, and before a rosebush, coming out in meagre leafage, he stayed a long time.
"Too bad!" he said, as if the bush appealed to him for comfort. "Too bad!"
Mrs. Marshall had gone contentedly20 back to her sewing by the window, and a cautious voice challenged her from the bedroom, where her daughter, Lily, was changing her dress.
"Well," said Lily, "I guess you've done it this time. Didn't you know 'twas Jim's wife the man run off with? Well, it was."
Mrs. Marshall paused in her work.
"Well," said she, "I don't know whether to laugh or cry. I believe husband did use to say so. I ain't thought of it for years. How'd you find out so much?"
"I guess I don't have to be in a place long without hearin' all there is to hear," said Lily, coming out in her crisp pink muslin. "Here, you hook me up. Why, mother, he's Wilfred's own uncle! Wilfred told me. He said his uncle never'd been the same man since his wife run away."
Jim was wandering back to the road, deflected21 now and then by some starveling plant.
"Anything you want to do," called Mrs. Marshall, with a compensatory impulse, "you're welcome to. I may put in a few seeds."
[195]Jim stood there, shaking his head in great dissatisfaction.
"It wouldn't ha' done a mite22 o' good for me to come here while he was alive," he said, as if he accounted to himself for that grievous lapse23. "He'd ha' turned me out, neck an' crop, if I'd laid a finger on it."
"Well, you come when you can," said Mrs. Marshall. She was benevolently24 willing to fall in with Gardener Jim's peculiarities25, because, being love-cracked, he had no particular occupation save this self-chosen one. "What you s'pose I said to the new minister about you, Jim?" she continued kindly26.
"Dunno," returned Jim, in his soft voice. "Dunno."
"Well, he says to me, 'I never see such a lot o' nice gardins as there is round here.' 'Don't you know the reason?' says I. 'Why, Gardener Jim goes round an' takes care of 'em without money an' without price.' Wake up, Jim. That's what I said."
The look of response had vanished from his face. He had taken a knife from his pocket and was clipping a dead branch from the prairie queen at the window. When the deed had been done with great nicety, he closed the knife, returned it to his pocket, and took his way silently out of the yard. Mrs. Marshall, glancing up [196]from her sewing, saw him again trudging toward his lonely home.
When Jim went along like that, his head bent27 and his eyes fixed28 upon the ground, people often wondered whether he was thinking of anything at all, or whether such intentness did betoken29 a grave preoccupation. Sometimes they tested him. "What you thinkin' about, Jim?" one would ask him, when they met upon the road; but Jim never replied in any illuminating30 way. If he answered at all, it was only to query31, "How's your gardin?" and then, as soon as the response was given, to nod and hurry on again. If the garden was reported as not doing very well, Jim was there next morning, like the family doctor.
To-day, when he reached the cross-road leading to his little black house, he paused a moment, as if he were working out something and must wait for the answer. Then he continued on the way he had been going, and a quarter of a mile farther on stopped before a great house of a dull and time-worn yellow, where, in the corresponding front window of the upper chambers32, two women sat, each in her own solitary34 state, binding35 shoes. These were the Miller twins. Sophy saw him as he opened the side gate and went along her path to the back of the house. She rose, tossed her work on the table, and ran [197]into an overlooking chamber33 to watch him. Sophy had been the pretty one of the family. Now her fair face had broadened, her blond hair showed a wide track at the parting, and her mouth dropped at the corners; but her faded blue eyes still looked wistfully through their glasses. They had a grave simplicity36, like that of a child.
As she watched Gardener Jim, a frown came upon her forehead. "What under heavens?" she muttered; and then she saw. Jim was examining her neglected garden, and the wonder was not in that. It was that after all these years, when he had worked for other people, suddenly he had come to her. A moment after, he looked up, to find her at his elbow.
"I should think anybody'd be ashamed," said he, "to let things go to wrack37 an' ruin this way." The paths were thick with weeds. Faithful sweet-william and phlox had evidently struggled for years and barely held their own against misfortune, and bouncing-bet was thrifty38. But others of the loved in old-time gardens had starved and died. "You used to have the handsomest canterbury-bells anywhere round," said Jim. He spoke seriously, as if it pained him to find things at such a pass. "Don't look as if you'd sowed a seed sence nobody knows when. Where's your pinies?"
[198]Sophy turned toward the high board-fence that ran from the exact middle of the house down through the garden.
"Over there," she said.
"Over where?"
"In her part."
"Her part o' the place? What you been an' cut it up this way for?"
If Gardener Jim had ever heard of the feud39 that separated the two sisters he had apparently40 forgotten it, and Sophy, knowing his reputed state, felt no surprise.
"She lives in t'other part o' the house," she vouchsafed41 cautiously.
"Well," he grumbled43, "that's no reason, as I see, why you should ha' gone an' sliced up the gardin." He gave one more estimating look at the forlorn waste. "Well, I'll be over in the mornin'."
"You needn't," Sophy called after him. "I don't want any gardenin' done," she cried the louder; but Jim paid no attention.
He was at the other gate now, leading into Eliza's grounds, and there he found Eliza waiting for him. She looked older than her sister. She was thinner, her eyes were sharp, and her chin was square and firm.
"Well," said she, "what is it?"
Jim hardly seemed to see her.
[199]"Where's your pinies?" he asked.
Eliza resolutely44 refrained from looking at the grassy45 plot where they sat in their neglected state.
"I dunno 's they're comin' up this year," she returned speciously46.
"Yes, they be, too," said Jim, with vigor47. He had gone straight over to the spot where the juicy red-brown stalks were pushing up among the grass. "Well, if I don't git round this fall an' feed up them pinies I sha'n't have a wink48 o' sleep all winter."
Eliza had followed him, and now she stood regarding the peonies absently and with almost a wistful curiosity, as if they recalled something she had long forgotten to enjoy.
"I ain't done much in the gardin for a good many year," she said. "I got kinder stiff, an' then I give it up. It's too late to do anything to 'em now, I s'pose?"
"No, it ain't neither," said Jim. "I'll be round to-morrer an' git the grass out an' put suthin' on to make 'em grow. Trouble is, 'tain't so easy to do it in spring as 'tis in the fall, them stalks are so brittle49. Don't you touch 'em, now. I'll see to 'em myself."
Eliza followed him to the gate. She was curious, and yet she hardly knew how to put her question with the indifference she sought. As [200]he was taking up his spade, she found the words:—
"What's started you up to come here arter so many years?"
His eyes dropped. The shaggy brows met over them in a defense50.
"I kinder thought I would," said he. Then he went soberly back to his own house.
Jim had no garden. Years ago, when his wife had left him, to run away with another man, he had tried to wipe out every sign of his life with her. It was in the early spring of the year when it happened, and the first thing he did, after he came back from the field and found her letter, was to drive the oxen into the home-plot and plough up the garden she had loved. The next day he had harrowed it and sown it down to grass, and then had taken to his bed, where the neighbors found him, and, one and another, nursed him through his fever. When he got up again, he was not entirely51 the same, but he went about his work, making shoes in the winter and in summer going from house to house to tend the gardens. At first the neighbors had deprecated his spending so much unrewarded time, or even forcing them to resuscitate52 old gardens against their will; but they had been obliged to yield. He continued his task with a gentle persistency53, and the little town became resplendent [201]in gardens—great tangles54 of cherished growth, or little thrifty squares like patchwork55 quilts. Jim was not particular as to color and effect. He was only determined56 that every plant should prosper57. Only the Miller sisters he had neglected until to-day, and nobody knew whether he remembered that it was at their house the man had stayed, charming hearts, before he went away again upon his travels, taking the prettiest woman of all with him, or whether it was merely connected with a vague discomfort58 in his mind.
To-night Jim went into his kitchen and cooked his supper with all a woman's deftness59. His kitchen was always clean, though, to the end of keeping it so, he had discarded one thing or another, not imperatively60 needed. One day he had made a collection of articles only used in a less primitive61 housekeeping, from nutmeg-grater to fluting-iron, and tossed them out of the window into a corner of the yard. There they stayed, while he added to them a footstool, a crib, and a mixed list of superfluities; then some of the poorer inhabitants of the town, known as "Frenchies," discovered that such treasure was there, and grew into the habit of stealing into the yard twice a week or so and, unmolested, taking away the plunder63.
To-night Jim determined to go to bed early. He had more to do next day than could possibly [202]be done. As he sat on the front steps, having his after-supper smoke, he heard the beat of hoofs64, and looked up to see Wilfred whirling by. Lily Marshall sat beside him, all color and radiance, in her youthful bloom. As Wilfred looked over at him, with a nod, Jim threw out his arm in a wild beckoning65.
"Here!" he called. "Here, you stop a minute!"
Wilfred drew up at the gate, and Jim hurried down to them.
"Which way you goin'?" he called, while Lily looked at him curiously66 and Wilfred reddened with shame. He was sorry that this new girl come into town must see for herself how queer his uncle was.
"Oh, 'most anywheres!" he answered bluffly67. "We're just takin' a ride."
"Well, you go down over Alewife Bridge, then, an' cast a look into Annie Darling's gardin. She's gone away an' left it as neat as wax, an' that gate o' hern swings open sometimes an' them 'tarnal ducks'll git in. You wait a minute. I'll give ye a mite o' wire I kep' to twist round the gate." He sought absorbedly in his pocket and pulled out a little coil. "There!" said he, "that's the talk."
Wilfred accepted the wire in silence, and drove along.
[203]"Who's Annie Darling?" asked Lily with innocence68.
She had not been long in the town without hearing that Wilfred had been "going" with Annie Darling before his sudden invitation to her, that night after prayer-meeting, "May I have the pleasure of seeing you home?" Wilfred himself could not have told why he asked that question when Annie, he knew, was only a pace behind. The one thing he could remember was that, when he saw Lily coming, he realized that he had never in his life known there were cheeks so red and eyes so dark.
"Who is she?" asked Lily, again, tightening69 her veil. It had been blowing against his cheek.
"Annie Darling?" said Wilfred, with difficulty. "Why, she's a girl lives round here. Her mother died last winter, and she's been tryin' to go out nursin'. That's where she's gone now, I guess."
Lily Marshall laughed.
"It's a funny name," she said. "I should think folks'd turn it round and make it 'Darling Annie.'"
Wilfred felt a hot wave sweeping70 over him, the tide of recollection.
"Well," said he, "I guess they have—some of 'em."
Lily gave him a swift glance, and wondered [204]how much she really liked him. He seemed "pretty country" sometimes beside the young hardware man who was writing her from the West. But she was one to "make things go," and she talked glibly71 on until they had crossed Alewife Bridge and Wilfred drew up before a gray house with a garden in front, marked out in little prim62 beds defined by pebbles72, and all without a weed. The iris73, purple and yellow, seemed to be holding banners, it was so gay, and the lilacs were in bloom. He left the reins74 in Lily's hands, and stood a moment at the gate, glancing at the beds. Then he went inside, tried the front door, and shut a blind that had failed to catch, and after a second frowning look at all the beds, came out and wired the gate.
"Well," said Lily, as they drove away, "ain't you good, takin' all that trouble!"
Wilfred frowned again.
"I don't like to see things go to wrack and ruin," he remarked.
"How's she look?"
"How's who look?"
"Annie Darling."
"I can't tell how folks look," said Wilfred. He spoke roughly, and she glanced at him in a calculated show of surprise. "Why, you've seen her. She was at the meetin' the night I walked home with you."
[205]"Was she?" said Lily. "Well, I never noticed the folks here very much till I begun to get acquainted."
But she had brought back to him a picture he had been forgetting: Annie, standing75 in her garden, sweet, serious, and so kind. He had hardly thought before of Annie's looks. People never spoke of them when they were recalling her. She was simply a person they liked to live beside.
The next morning Jim was at Mrs. Marshall's before breakfast—almost before light, she thought, because through her last nap she had heard his hoe clicking, and when she went out, there was the track of his wheelbarrow through the dew, and the liberated76 peonies, free of grass, stood each in its rich dark circle of manure77.
A little later the Miller twins saw him coming, and Sophy was at the door awaiting him.
"Don't you want a cup o' tea?" she asked.
Sophy looked quite eager. It seemed to her that, with the garden resurrected, something was going to happen. Jim shook his head.
"I'll dig round them rose-bushes," said he. "Then I'll go an' git some dressin'."
"I'll pay for it," said Sophy. "You sha'n't have that to do."
"It's no consequence," returned Jim indifferently. "I can git all I want out o' Squire's [206]old yard. I pay him for it in the fall, cobblin'. It's no great matter, anyways."
Sophy disappeared into the house, and came out again, hurriedly, with a trowel in her hand.
"I don't know but I'll work a mite myself," she said, "if you was to tell me where 'twas worth while to begin."
"Don't ye touch the spring things," said Jim briefly78. He was loosening the ground about the roses, with delicacy79 and dispatch. "Let it be as it may with 'em this year. Come November, we'll overhaul80 'em. You might see if you can git some o' the grass out o' that monkshood over there."
Sophy, in her sun-bonnet, bent over her task, and for an hour they worked absorbedly. Suddenly she looked up, to find herself alone. But there were voices in the other yard. He was working for Eliza. But Eliza was not helping81 him. She walked back and forth—Sophy could see her passing the cracks in the high board-fence—and once she called to Jim in a nervous voice, "I wisht you'd go away."
Jim apparently did not hear. He went on freeing the peonies.
"No wonder things git pindlin' under this old locust-tree," Sophy heard him grumble42. "Throwin' down leaves an' branches every day in the year. Half on 't's rotten. It ought to come down."
[207]"Well," said Eliza, "if it ought to come down, let it come. You know where to find the axe82."
Sophy, on the other side of the fence, could hardly bear the horror and surprise of it. She forgot she was "not speaking" to her sister.
"O 'Liza!" she cried piercingly. "That was mother's tree. She set it out with her own hands. I dunno what she'd say."
There was a moment's quiet, and then Eliza's voice came gruffly:—
"You let the tree alone."
But Jim had no thought of touching83 it. He was working silently at his task. Sophy went into the house, trembling. She had spoken first. But it was to save the tree.
The warm spring days went on, and Annie Darling had not come. Weeds began to devastate84 her garden, and Wilfred used to look over the fence and wish uncle Jim would do something. Once he spoke to uncle Jim about it, in the way everybody had of making him responsible for the floral well-being85 of the neighborhood; but Gardener Jim would hardly listen.
"You 'tend to it! you 'tend to it!" he cried testily86. "I've got all I can do to git them Miller gals87' pieces into shape so 't they can sow a few seeds."
But one morning he sought out Wilfred, [208]mending a gap in his own orchard88 wall by the road.
"Wilfred," said Gardener Jim, "have you 'tended to Annie's gardin?"
He had laid down his hoe and put up a foot on a stone in good position for talk.
Wilfred dropped his crowbar and came forward.
"Why, no," said he, irritated, he hardly knew why, as if by a call to a forgotten task. "Nobody's asked me to 'tend to it."
Jim stood for a moment looking through the tree-spaces, and then his gaze came back to his nephew, and Wilfred, with a start, realized that he had never before had the chance to look into uncle Jim's eyes. Now he found them direct and rather stern.
"Wilfred," said Gardener Jim, "don't you be a 'tarnal fool."
Wilfred said nothing, but immediately, he could not tell why, he seemed to be looking upon a picture of Annie standing among the flowers in her little plain dress. His heart was beating faster, and he said to himself that, after all, it would be sort of nice if Annie would come home. Gardener Jim was speaking laboriously89, as if he dragged out conclusions he had perhaps reached long ago and had not yet compared with any one.
[209]"There's a time for everything. There's a time to graft90 a tree an' a time to cut it down. Well, it's your time o' life to make a 'tarnal fool o' yourself. Don't ye do it. If you do, like 's not when you're my age you'll be all soul alone, like me, an' goin' round 'tendin' to other folks's gardins."
Wilfred stared at him in wonder.
"I don't know," he found himself saying. "I might fix it, but I guess 'twould be kind o' queer."
Gardener Jim screwed up his face until his eyes were quite eclipsed.
"Queer!" said he. "Nothin' 's queer if you go ahead an' do it an' say nothin' to nobody. What if they do call ye crazed? That's another way to make 'em stan' from under an' let ye go it. There! I've said my say. Ain't that your axe over there by the well? You take it an' come along o' me. I'd ha' brought mine, only I thought mebbe I shouldn't need it till to-morrer. But I guess I shall. I guess I shall."
Wilfred followed him along the road to the Miller house, and there they saw the twins. Sophy, obscured by a sun-bonnet, was on her knees, sowing seeds in a bed Jim had made for her the day before; but Eliza stood quite still among the peonies, looking off down the road.
Gardener Jim took his way into Eliza's part [210]of the yard. She turned and looked at him uneasily, as if she wondered what exactions he might make to-day. Wilfred thought her face had changed of late. There were marks of agitation91 upon it, as if she had been stirred by unaccustomed thoughts and then had tried to hide them. Her eyes were troubled.
Gardener Jim walked over to the tall fence.
"Here, Wilfred," said he, "you take your axe an' knock off them boards. The posts'll go too, give 'em a chance. They're pretty nigh rotted off."
Eliza came awake.
"Don't you touch my fence!" she called. "Don't you so much as lay a finger on it."
Wilfred gave her a compliant92 look.
"You can't do that, you know," he said, in an undertone, to Gardener Jim. "It's their fence. They don't want it down."
Gardener Jim made no answer. He took the axe from Wilfred's hand and dealt the fence a stroke, and then another, and at every one it seemed as if something fell. Eliza strode over to him, and, without reason, stood there. Sophy left her seed-sowing on the other side and came also, and she, too, watched the boards falling. The women were pale and their eyes showed terror, whether at the unchained power of the man or at the wonder of life, no one could have told.
[211]Wilfred sauntered away to the old apple-tree, and began picking off twigs93 here and there, to drop them on the grass.
Gardener Jim threw down the axe at last and wiped his forehead.
"Where you want them boards piled?" he asked Eliza briefly.
"Down there by the wood-shed." Her voice trembled. "They'll make good kindlin'."
Over the space where two or three sound posts were standing, she spoke to her sister. There was something strident in her voice, as if she pleaded for strength to break the web of years.
"You better have some o' them boards."
"Mebbe I had," said Sophy.
"Here, Wilfred," called Gardener Jim. "You pile them boards an' I'll see if I can't loosen up the dirt a mite round this old phlox. Anybody must be a 'tarnal fool to build up a high board-fence an' cut off the sun from things when they're tryin' to grow."
Sophy looked timidly at her sister.
"I s'pose 'tis foolish to try to have anything if you don't take care on 't," she said.
Eliza cleared her throat and answered with the same irrelevance:—
"He's fixed up the pinies real nice. See 'f you remember which the white one was."
Sophy stepped over the dividing line, and the [212]two sisters walked away to the peony settlement. Gardener Jim touched Wilfred on the arm.
"You go along," said he. "I'll finish here. You 'tend to Annie's gardin. I hove a trowel over the fence there this mornin'. You go an' git up some o' them weeds."
Wilfred nodded in unquestioning compliance94. As he hesitated then for a moment, watching the sisters, and wondering what they were talking about, Eliza raised her hand and brushed a leaf from Sophy's shoulder. Then they went on talking, but apparently of the garden, for they pointed95 here and there in a fervor96 of discovery. Wilfred turned with a rush and went off to Annie Darling's.
He found the trowel under the fence, as Gardener Jim had prophesied97, and he worked all day, with a brief nooning at home. The garden was full of voices. Here was a plant he had driven ten miles to get for her; here were the mint and balm she loved. It seemed to him, as the hours went by, that he was talking with her and telling her many things—confessions, some of them, and pleas for her continued kindliness98. When he had finished, all but carrying away his pile of weeds, he heard a voice at the gate. It was Lily, under a bright parasol, her face repeating its bloom.
[213]"Well, I never!" she called. "You goin' to turn gardener, same as your uncle did?"
Wilfred took off his hat, to feel the air, and went forward toward her. He was not embarrassed. She seemed to him quite a different person from what she had before.
"I've just got it done," said he, with a perfect simplicity. "Don't it look nice?"
Lily had flushed, and, he thought with surprise, she looked almost angry. But she laughed with the same gay note.
"Been doin' it for Annie Darling?" she asked. "For darling Annie?"
"Yes," said Wilfred, "I've been doin' it for Annie."
"Mercy! how hot it is!" said Lily, "Seems if there wasn't a breath of air anywhere. I must get home and see if I can find me a fan."
She was rustling99 away, but Wilfred did not look after her. He was too busy.
When the weeds had all been carried away, he stood looking at the orderly garden with something like love for it in his heart. And then the gate clicked and Annie came in and up the path. There was a strange, wistful radiance in her face, as if she had chanced upon an undreamed-of joy. It was like the home-coming of a bride. Wilfred strode over the beds and put his arms about her.
[214]"O Annie!" he said. "I'm glad you've come!"
At six o'clock they were still in the garden, talking, though she had opened the house, and the smoke was coming out of the chimney from the fire boiling the water for their tea. Gardener Jim, going home from his work, came up to the fence and leaned on it, eying the garden critically.
"Well, Wilfred," said he, "you've done a good day's work."
The youth and maid came forward. His arm was about her waist and her cheeks were pink.
"How'd you leave the twins?" asked Wilfred.
Gardener Jim looked off into the road vista100, and shook all over, mirthlessly.
"I heerd 'em say they were goin' to have flapjacks for supper," said he gravely, "an' fry 'em in Sophy's part." His eyes came back to Annie and studied her for a moment. Then he spoke abruptly101. "I'm goin' to give you suthin', Annie—that set o' flowered chiny. It's all there is left in the house that's wuth anything. 'Twas my mother's, an' her mother's afore her, an' there ain't a piece missin'. When you git ready for it, Wilfred here he'll come round an' pack it up."
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