One morning in early November when he went out to draw a bucket of water, a soft, mild wind was blowing from the south under heavy clouds. It was not raining, but the air was full of moisture. He sniffed1 critically.
When he got back into the house, he set the bucket down with a hasty thump2 that splashed some of the water out onto the floor.
"I'll be off, Judy, as quick as I git sumpin to eat. It's fine bulkin' weather. I think the terbaccer'll be nice an' soft. An' you'd best put me up a lunch so's I won't hev to quit work long at noon."
For several days, whenever the weather conditions were right, Jerry worked at bulking the tobacco. At last it was done and the long job of stripping began.
Judith had to help with the stripping, or it would never be finished in time to get the tobacco to market while the price held. The price had a disconcerting way of dropping when the great bulk of tobacco began to come on the market.
Through the short gray days of late November and December the alarm clock was set for four. Bed was never so seductively delicious as during the few moments after its impertinent ting-a-ling had startled them awake. They curled together luxuriously4 in the warmth and softness. It was Jerry who had the strength of mind first to throw off the covers and bound out into the icy blackness. As he hurriedly poked5
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kindlings into the cold stove, he cheered himself by singing, to the accompaniment of chattering6 teeth, a little song that he had heard somewhere and into which he had fitted his own name:
Jerry git up in the mornin',
Go out an' feed the foal.
Jerry git up in the mornin',
Bejasus hain't it cold!
"Naow, Judy," he would exhort8 her when the fire was going strong, "it's nice an' warm an' no chore at all to git up." And he would throw a coat on the floor by the stove, so that she could stand on it to dress.
When they arrived at the stripping room Jerry lighted a fire, while Judith arranged a bed of coats for the baby. When the heat of the box stove began to make the room heavy, Billy too would begin to nod and Judith would lay him beside the baby to finish his sleep. Then the long day began.
Hat and Luke shared the stripping room with them. Things were easier for Hat because she had no children to bother with. Judith half envied her. Compared with her she felt in a manner degraded and in bondage9.
In the stripping room there was even less conversation than there had been two years before. For now even Judith felt no desire to talk. Instead she was the most preoccupied10 and indifferent of them all. When she met Luke's little pig eyes fastened upon her she felt no stir of excitement of any kind, neither interest, nor aversion, not even disgust. Always tired and always sleepy, her body and mind alike numbed12 into a dull torpor13, she saw nothing and thought of nothing but the browns and reds and yellows of the silken tobacco leaves. On account of her unusual sense of color and texture14 she had become the best tobacco stripper of them all. She could make seven grades where Luke and Jerry could make only three and four. Hat, who up to now had considered herself the queen of tobacco strippers, could make five. They stood upon gunny sacks or bits of board to keep their feet from the damp
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ground. Endlessly and in a heavy, sodden15 silence they all stripped and stripped and stripped.
Every three hours or so, when the baby cried, she stopped to nurse him. She was glad of this chance to sit down, for her feet and ankles ached from the strain of long standing16. Sometimes when she sat beside the stove nursing the baby she dozed17 and dreamed, wakened with a start, dozed, and dreamed again.
If the weather was not too bad Billy was wrapped up and put outside to play. But he did not stay there long; he soon came back hungry for company. Inside he got into people's way and was often fretful and badgering. Sometimes he annoyed Luke and Hat, and they were not slow to show it. As a general thing they treated him kindly18 enough, rallied and teased him, and asked him if he didn't want to come and live with them. Sometimes Hat even brought him a little paper of sugared popcorn19 or a top or marble that she had found lying about. Luke made him a trumpet20 out of a goat's horn and painstakingly21 taught him how to blow it. It gave out a musical, melancholy22 sound far reaching and resonant23.
They both liked the child well enough and were inclined to spoil him with petting and teasing when he was good. But when he was bad they guarded jealously their sacred right as a childless couple to peace and freedom from disturbance24. Hat was sometimes heard to mutter something under her breath about "Other folks' snotty-nosed brats," and Luke looked at the child with little cold eyes full of dislike and annoyance25.
Mercifully the days were short. By half past four it was too dark to see to grade and they bundled up the babies and went home.
But Judith's day was not yet over, nor was Jerry's. While he milked and fed the horses and did up the other outside chores, she washed the breakfast dishes, swept and straightened the kitchen, washed out the diapers, washed and fed the children, and got the supper ready. After they had eaten supper she put the children to bed and washed the dishes and strained and put away the milk and set the table for breakfast and fried corn cakes to take with them for lunch the next day;
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and at last she was through, at least until the nursing baby waked and cried in the night.
The next morning at four o'clock the same thing began all over again.
As they neared the end of the long job, a febrile uneasiness stirred the dull atmosphere of the stripping room. It was the anxiety about the market, the eagerness to get done, and catch the opening price. It was whispered that on account of the war in Europe tobacco was going to bring the biggest price in years. Hat and Luke came early and stayed late. Their fingers flew. They were far ahead of Jerry and Judith, because Judith had to stay home at least one day a week to wash for the children. Jerry fretted26 at the slowness with which the work went on. Daily the tension of his anxiety grew more strained.
Not only in the stripping rooms, but all over the face of Scott County excitement grew and spread as the time of the opening of the market drew near. The price of tobacco was such an unstable27 thing that it was always a matter for conjecture28. It was not a thing that varied29 within limits and according to known conditions, like the price of hogs30 and corn. In its variations the price of Kentucky Burley scorned limits; and the circumstances that controlled it were to the tobacco growers a shrouded31 mystery. Wherever men met together, there was only one thing talked about: the price that tobacco was going to bring. Each man shook his head sagely32 and hinted darkly that he had inside information on the subject. In reality they were as babes unborn. Speculators great and small hung about stripping rooms, appraising33 the tobacco. The growers themselves began to dicker about buying each other's crops. Every man who had a drop of sporting blood in his veins35 was itching36 to buy, sell, to take some sort of a chance. Their wives coldly counseled them to sit tight and tend to their own business, which advice made them surreptitiously determined37 to stake something on the turn of Fortune's wheel.
Before they had finished stripping, Jerry caught a cold which developed into a sort of influenza38. He kept on working, miserable39 with a swollen40 throat and aching head. Then one
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morning he was hot with fever and had to stay in bed. He was away from the stripping room for four days.
The day that he went back to work, Judith felt her own throat growing sore. The next day she, too, had to stay in bed. For three days she was unable to get up, and Jerry, who had to stay home and take care of the children, floundered about the kitchen with the clumsiness and helplessness possible only in a man who has been brought up by a devoted41 mother in complete ignorance of every domestic detail.
When on the fourth morning, weak and shaky in the knees, she got up and went out to the kitchen, she found everything in a dreadful mess. The floor showed no appearance of having been swept since she went to bed. The stove was covered with ashes, grease, and the charred43 remains44 of something that had boiled over. Dirty dishes and dishes with little dabs45 of this and that in them were to be found in the most unexpected places. The children's clothes were unspeakably dirty; and the few things that Jerry had tried to wash were of a pale drab color. The slop bucket was a thing of horror. Everything she touched felt sticky, greasy46, or slimy. The room smelt47 of burnt grease, sour milk, and unwashed diapers. Disgust and anger rose in her.
"Seems like you might 'a' tried to keep the place a little better'n a hogpen while I was in bed," she snapped, wiping the top of the stove vigorously with a rag. "Anybody'd think you'd tried to see how much dirt you could make, let alone clean anything."
"Well, I don't lay claim to be no expert pot wrastler ner wet nurse neither," returned Jerry, shrugging his shoulders. His three days of forced kitchen service had not improved his temper. His mind was on his tobacco and he felt irritable48 with anxiety. He wanted to get back to his stripping.
As she went about trying to get the breakfast, she felt faint and ready to drop with weakness. The dirt and confusion staggered and bewildered her. From the bedroom Billy began to shout for her to come and dress him, and wakened the baby, who set up a shrill49 cry. A shudder50 of revulsion went
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over her. In that moment she did not know which she hated most, him or his clamoring young ones.
"Good Gawd, man," she exclaimed in exasperation51, "air you so good fer nuthin' you couldn't even wash a cup clean?"
"Aw, shet up. You're too damn fussy," he growled52, and flung out of the room with the milk bucket.
She glared after him, her black brows drawn53 together with concentrated fury. She was holding in her hand a little bowl. It had been rinsed54 through cold dish water and her fingers felt the inside smeared55 with grease. She gave a sharp exclamation56 of disgust and with a sudden movement threw the bowl against the stove where it crashed into a dozen pieces. For a moment she stood looking at the pieces of the broken bowl, and her lips curled into an upward twist of sardonic57 satisfaction. The lip was lifted from the teeth as a dog's lip is lifted in a snarl58. Then a heavy dismalness59 settled down upon her. She swept up the pieces and went on drearily60 about her work.
The tobacco market opened with fine prices, some of the growers who had especially good crops getting as high as thirteen or fourteen cents a pound. Hat and Luke were excited beyond words. However, on the day that Luke hauled his crop to Lexington, the market had fallen off somewhat and he averaged only nine cents a pound. He and Hat would have been amply satisfied with this if some of the neighbors' crops had not brought higher prices. They were tormented61 by the thought that if they had been a few days earlier, or perhaps a few days later they might have got a cent a pound more. They calculated again and again how much this would amount to. Even half a cent a pound would have made a very considerable difference. Hat thought about all the things that she might have done with chis difference. Luke, who was not so unlearned in figures as in letters, meditated62 on the change it would have made in his bank book. Being childless and stingy, he had become the owner of a small but steadily63 growing bank account. The minds of both burned and seethed64 with these restless promptings of avarice65.
Hat permitted herself only one extravagance. She "sent
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off" to Sears Roebuck for the reddest sateen petticoat in the whole catalog. She had long coveted66 this petticoat, devouring67 the colored picture of the flaming garment with greedy eyes. When it arrived, after examining it in the most minute detail, she laid it reverently68 in the bureau drawer; and for the first few days opened the drawer at least a half dozen times a day to make sure that it was still there. When she went visiting on Sundays she wore it.
Cheerfulness, like a gleam of winter sunshine, brightened the Blackford household after the last tobacco stalk had been stripped and thrown on the trash pile. There was a feeling of some heavy incubus69 thrown off and a resulting sense of freedom and relaxation70. A morning or two of lying in bed until seven instead of turning out at four had an enlivening effect on their spirits. Jerry whistled and sang again as he went about loading his wagon71 for the trip. It was February; but the good prices were still holding. Judith gave the house a vigorous cleaning, washed and mended for the children, and enjoyed a feeling of satisfaction, as she always did when she had made a fresh start. To both of them it was an immense relief to be out of the stripping room.
Jerry borrowed his father's horses to help haul the tobacco to Lexington; and on the third morning after they had finished stripping he was ready to start.
They got up at half past three. It was bitterly cold that morning. Judith turned over the contents of the bureau drawers and found three pairs of socks, two undershirts and two pairs of drawers, all of which Jerry put on.
"They've all got holes," he explained, "but the holes don't come in the same places. So I reckon my hide'll be covered."
He was in festive72 spirits. As he went about getting ready for the trip, he hummed a little song of the tobacco region.
When we sell the 'baccy an' the corn crop too
Susy Jane'll ride to church in a gaown an' ribbon new,
Slippers73 neat upon her feet. There won't be none like Sue
When we sell the 'baccy an' the corn crop too.
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"What do you want me to bring you from taown, Judy?" he asked in a pause of shaving. "I want to fetch you sumpin nice that you bin74 a-wantin', sumpin that's a real treat. Shall it be a new dress or what?"
A year or so ago the mention of a new dress would have filled her with delighted enthusiasm. Now she only smiled a little wearily. She felt years older than he.
"I don't go nowheres to need good clothes," she said. "Bring stuff to make Billy a warm coat. An' you'd otta git yerse'f one o' them corduroy coats with sheepskin inside an' wear it on the trip home. Your clothes hain't near warm enough fer sech a long trip. I'm afraid you'll be awful cold afore you git there."
She scurried75 about looking for wristlets, mufflers for him to put on.
"Aw, I hain't a-goin' to be cold," he reassured76 her. "If my feet gits cold I'll jump off an' walk a spell. I'll like enough walk up all the hills anyway."
She gave him a hot breakfast and put up a big lunch for him to take along. At last he was ready with his cap pulled down over his ears, his neck wrapped in mufflers, two pairs of gloves on his hands. He took her in his arms and kissed her warmly.
"Good-by, Judy, dear. When I come back I'll be wearin' di'monds."
The door clattered77 to behind him and he was gone. In the melting darkness outside things were just becoming visible and the hills lifted black shoulders against a paling eastern sky. She watched him through the window as he led the four horses out of the barnyard.
Outside the tobacco barn, the more than two ton load towered high above the hay frame. Jerry fastened the traces of the four horses, climbed to the high seat and gathered the lines in his hands. Under the overhanging mountain of tobacco he looked small and perilously78 poised79. He spoke80 to the horses; they strained; the wagon gave a lurch81 forward and slipped back again. Three times they tried to start the load and each
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time it fell back into the ruts made by its own weight. The fourth time they pulled it out. Slowly, steadily, and with a certain majesty82 the great brown mountain behind the two span of horses passed along the top of the ridge83. The small speck84 that controlled it whistled cheerfully into the frosty morning air. When she saw the wagon pass, Judith waved a dishtowel from the doorway85 and heard his answering shout.
It was almost midnight of the following day when he returned. She was waiting up for him with a hot fire burning and the kettle boiling ready for coffee. It was still bitterly cold. The window panes86 were white with frost and the biting cold crept in around the sashes. She had rolled up an old mat and laid it before the door to keep out the draught87. When she moved about at the end of the kitchen farthest from the stove, her breath was seen in a white steam.
"My, how cold he must be on the road," she thought and shivered.
At last she heard far off the rumble88 of the wagon on the top of the ridge, then the creaking sound of the dangerous descent down the steep hill track over the bare, frozen ground. Peering out into the darkness, she could see the gleam of his moving lantern. She set a lamp in the window, made coffee and put on cakes to fry. As she laid the table and turned the frying cakes, she could hear him unharnessing the horses and putting them up. She was in a flutter of excitement. Tobacco is not sold every day.
At last she heard his step approaching and rushed to open the door.
"My, but you must be near froze, Jerry—Jerry, what's the matter?"
He did not kiss her nor speak a word, but walked heavily to the stove and stood warming his hands. She looked anxiously at his face and saw that it was set and heavy. The eyes had a glassy, inward stare.
"Jerry, what's wrong? Haow much did you git a paound?"
"Four cents."
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"Four cents!" It was all she could say. She was speechless with astonishment89 and dismay.
"She dropped yestiddy. There wa'n't hardly no buyers there. The bottom fell out clean. If I'd a been one day earlier I'd a got nine or ten." His voice was dead and husky.
"Oh, Jerry, hain't it a shame! After all haow hard you worked an' slaved over that crop!"
"After all haow hard we both worked an' slaved," he corrected her harshly.
Suddenly he dropped to the floor beside her, and with his arms across her knees and his face laid upon his arms, broke into dry, convulsive sobs90, harrowing to hear.
For a long time he shuddered91 and sobbed92, giving way at last with a certain relief to the disappointment that had been eating his heart out through the thirty mile drive home. She stroked his hair and his cheeks, murmuring over him words of consolation93.
"Never mind, Jerry, dear. Lots worse things might of happened. We kin3 manage along all right; an' mebbe nex' year we'll be lucky."
After the first shock, she did not feel any great bitterness of disappointment. She had never been able to take money losses very seriously. In spite of the daily object lesson offered her, she failed somehow to realize their significance.
"Oh, Judy," he quavered, when at last his storm of sobbing94 had spent itself. "I wanted you to have money so's you could buy things you wanted, an' the young uns could have plenty warm clothes an' new shoes. An' I hoped I'd be able to put some in the bank this year toward buyin' us a place. Naow we'll jes have to skimp95 along same's las' year."
He buried his face in her lap and burst into another storm of weeping.
She soothed96 him and at last he was quiet.
"Anyway, things can't be so terrible bad so long as we have each other, can they, Judy?" he said, slipping his arm around her waist and looking up at her with doglike eyes, pleading and questioning.
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She met his look and tried not to flinch97.
"No, things'll come out all right, so long as we have each other."
As she said it and gently stroked his hair, a dreary98 sense of aloofness99 came over her and she knew that she was lying.
"Come, Jerry, some hot coffee'll do you good," she rallied, lifting his head from her lap. "An' this pan o' cakes is burnt clean to a crisp. I'll have to fry another batch100."
While she fried the cakes, he hunched101 over the stove, and shiver after shiver turned his cheeks pale.
"Seems like I can't git warm," he said, his teeth chattering. "The cold's gone clean into my insides an' don't wanta come out. Gawd, it was cold on the way home. I thought the road'd never come to a end. I walked most of the way; but even so my feet was like ice. An' when I come to unbuckle the harness I couldn't hardly make my fingers work."
He shivered again.
She dragged the table over to the stove, poured him out coffee and set fried bacon and hot cakes before him. He ate and felt better; but still the shivers kept going over him.
"Dan went to-day," he said, setting down his cup after a long draught of coffee. "I met him jes afore I come to Georgetown. I didn't have the heart to tell him the market'd caved in; so I jes waved my arm to him an' kep' on a-goin'. Poor Dan! It'll come hard on him, too. He was a-buildin' great hopes on this crop—same as me."
He fell silent, musing102 with his chin on his hand and forgot to eat. When he roused himself he poked more wood into the stove and put his feet in the oven.
"Gawd, I feel like I could bake forever."
The cold spell held on. It was unusual for such extreme weather to last so long. The next day was bitter. That night when they went to bed they piled on old coats over the quilts for extra warmth and put hot flatirons in the bed.
"My, but it'll be a cold trip for Dan comin' home," said Judith, as she snuggled down under the covers. "He'll be on the road now, poor feller."
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"Yes, it'll come close to zero. An' the wind makes it that much worse."
In the middle of the night Judith stirred uneasily, then sat up in bed listening.
"Jerry," she cried, shaking him by the shoulder. "Somebody's a-hammerin' at the door."
He started up out of a sound sleep and sat for a moment dazed. The knocking began again.
He jumped out of bed, pulled on his overalls104, and opened the kitchen door.
"It's Judy's sister, Lizzie May," Judith could hear in the bedroom. "She's takin' on awful. The horses an' empty wagon has come home, an' Dan hain't with 'em. She wants you to come on over."
She recognized the voice of Ziemer Havicus, a half-grown boy who lived with his parents, nearest neighbor to Lizzie May. As soon as he had delivered his shivering message the cold and dark swallowed him up again.
Judith sprang out of bed and began to dress feverishly105. In the gripping cold her numb11, bewildered fingers could hardly fasten her clothes; but it was terror more than cold that made her teeth chatter7.
Jerry hurried out with the lantern and hooked up Nip to the cart. They wrapped the babies in blankets and plunged106 out silently into the bitter night.
From Lizzie May's kitchen window a light was streaming. Two or three lanterns moved about in the barnyard and dark figures and shadows moved with them. There were sounds of horses being put to.
When they opened the kitchen door, she rushed to Judith and fell shuddering107 into her arms.
"Oh, Judy," she cried, clutching her sister hysterically108. "What do you s'pose has happened to him? Judy, don't tell me he's been hurt. Don't say he's got hurt, Judy."
Jerry went out with the lantern. A little later he came in again and nodded silently to Judith in sign that he was leaving. His face was set and serious. He was going with the
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searching party to look for Dan. A few moments later the two women heard the wagon creak past and rumble away into the distance.
The terrible minutes of suspense110 dragged by like hours. Outside the night was cold, black, and silent, inscrutably hiding its secret. Inside, Judith, having put her children to bed, kept the fire burning and tried to deaden for Lizzie May the torture of waiting.
It was heartrending to be with her, to try to calm her with false hopes and lying assurances. Judith under the strain began to catch the infection of hysteria. She found herself trembling all over and could hardly keep back her tears. She could hardly believe that only twenty-four hours before she and Jerry had themselves felt calamity111 stricken. In the face of this, their misfortune seemed less than nothing.
The minutes dragged by. Outside the night remained cold, black and silent, inscrutably hiding its secret.
It was growing daylight when at last they heard the creak of wheels. For hours they had been listening for this sound with mingled112 dread42 and eagerness. Now it came all unexpectedly like a sudden blow, like a stab. Lizzie May heard it first and rushed to the door. Judith followed her.
The wagon was coming at a rapid trot113. It creaked loudly in the intense cold. Jerry was driving. Judith knew him at once by his red muffler. And there were men sitting on the sides of the wagon box. On the seat beside Jerry was a figure that Judith did not at once recognize. For one foolishly glad moment she thought it was Dan. She looked again and saw that it was Jake Tobey, the coroner. Her heart contracted with a sharp pain and involuntarily her eyes moved to the wagon box. In the middle of the wagon box was a long, motionless object covered by a horse blanket.
Lizzie May had seen and understood it all much more quickly than Judith. With a terrible scream she rushed out to the wagon.
They brought him in and laid him on the bed in the best
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room, composing his frozen limbs as best they could. He was frozen solid. On one side of his head was a deep gash114 where he had hit against something hard and sharp when he had fallen from the wagon. In the inside pocket of his coat they found a check for a hundred and seventy-three dollars and eighty-six cents, the payment for his year's work.
The coroner, a little parchment-skinned man, found that he had come to his death by freezing.
"Like enough he started to freeze an' lost his senses an' fell off the wagon," he said to the men assembled in the barnyard. "An' he would of come to when he fell if the blow on his head hadn't 'a' stunned115 him. Well, it's a dirty shame. He's gone, poor lad, an' one o' the best fellers I ever knowed."
"He wouldn't of started to freeze if he hadn't a been drinkin'," put in Bob Crupper, who had himself just got back from Lexington. "He was a-drinkin' heavy in taown yestiddy. He tuk it hard—the drop in the market—an' he drunk a good many drinks to try an' cheer hisse'f up. Then on the way home the numbness116 set in on him. If I'd ever had a notion what was a-goin' to happen to him I'd a kep' alongside of him on the way back. But anybody can't know these things till it's too late."
"That's what comes o' bein' a drinkin' man," said Uncle Joe Patton, who was one of the few total abstainers of the neighborhood.
"Waal, he's saved hisse'f a lot o' disappointments," opined Jabez Moorhouse. "The old sayin' is the good dies young. But if I was havin' it my way I'd say the lucky dies young. They don't live long enough to find out haow little there is to make life wuth livin'."
"I dunno about that," drawled Uncle Sam Whitmarsh in his deliberate way. "I'm a-goin' to be seventy-one, come the twenty-eighth o' nex' month. An' I can't say I call to mind any time I've wished the pigs'ud et me when I was little. Dan wanted to live, an' he had a right to live, poor feller, an' it's all the fault o' the God damned terbaccer company that won't give us close markets fer our crops. The idee of havin'
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to pack yer terbaccer thirty miles in the dead o' winter to git to a market! Nobody but us growers'd stand fer sech a thing a minit. An' if yuh send it on the cars, the freight charges is so high yuh might jes as well give it away. The railroad an' them lousy buyers has got us by the throat."
"You damn betcha," growled Bob Crupper. "An' the dirty haounds pays us jes what they've a mind to. They let on they're biddin' agin each other; an' the hull117 lot of 'em is all in together buyin' fer the American Terbaccer Company. Any o' them furrin buyers comes in an' offers to give a little more, they freeze 'em out. The hull pack of 'em hid out yestiddy tryin' to let on the market was glutted118. Any dirty dodge119 to git out o' payin' us a decent price. An' Gawd, when a man goes to buy terbaccer he pays more for one o' them little bags or tins holdin' three-four ounces than they give us for that many paounds. Then come spring, jes afore the market closes, the price'll go away up agin, so's us poor fools'll sweat over raisin34' terbaccer agin' nex' year. You damn betcha they got us by the throat."
He paced up and down the barnyard moodily120, thinking about the three and a half cents a pound that he had got for his crop the day before.
As the morning grew and the news traveled on the swift pinions121 with which bad news is winged, the neighbors and relatives came driving into the barnyard. As if in mockery, the cold had abated122. The wind had gone down and the winter sunshine began to melt the scant123 covering of snow that had fallen the day before. The men stood about in the barnyard talking over the accident and the drop in the tobacco market. The women hurried into the house and tried to comfort Lizzie May.
She was wild and hysterical109 in her grief. Her face swollen and distorted with weeping, she flung herself upon one or another of her sisters, aunts, and cousins, sobbing out to them again and again her anguish124 and desolation.
"Oh, Judy, Judy, what's a-goin' to become o' these poor little young uns 'ithout no daddy? He was allus that sorry
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fer little orphans125. He never thought how soon his own'd be orphans. Oh, oh, oh!"
"He was too good," she kept saying in her calmer moments. "That's why he was taken away. He was too good."
She had never entertained nor voiced such a sentiment during his life. But now she said it and believed it too.
In a far corner of the kitchen Aunt Nannie Pooler sat and mourned softly for her dead boy.
"He was too good," sobbed Lizzie May, burying her face on Aunt Selina's bosom126. "Oh, Aunt Selina, he was too good."
Tears streamed down the old woman's leathery cheeks. She had seen many die, but yet death was not an old story. She could still weep as in the days of her youth.
With each new arrival who came to offer her tribute of sympathy to the widowed girl, she went over it all again with convulsive sobs and fresh bursts of weeping.
"It's better she talks," whispered Aunt Mary Blackford to her neighbor. "Some jes sits an' thinks. An' them's the ones that feels it most."
Some of the women busied themselves doing Lizzie May's work for her. They sent one of the men to milk the cow; and when the milk was brought in strained it and put it away. They washed and dressed and fed the children, wiped the stove clean and swept the floor. They made coffee and offered a cupful to Lizzie May, telling her that it would do her good. She tried to drink it, but her throat refused to swallow.
She could not keep still a moment. When she was not pouring out her grief to some newcomer she wandered restlessly here and there about the kitchen. Everything she saw reminded her of Dan and brought forth127 new bursts of anguish.
"There's his work cap. Oh, Luelly, he hung it on that nail. An' naow he won't never take it off agin."
"Oh, Aunt Abigail, it was Dan put up them shelves. He made that there little table. He used to whistle so happy when he was a-fixin' things araound the house. Oh, I can't think he won't never whistle agin."
Having done up all the chores, the women stood and sat
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around in little groups, talking together in hushed tones. They slipped in to look at Dan lying so cold and motionless on the white bed; and after shaking their heads over him, turned to eye with scarcely less reverence128 and more lively interest the bright new rag carpet, the lace curtains, the shiny what-not with its load of gimcracks and the cane-seated chairs.
"Poor Lizzie May, my heart jes bleeds for her," said Hat Wolf. In truth her large, bold eyes were softened129 by tears. She wiped away two that had started to run down her cheeks.
"I wish Dan hadn't never planted that cedar130 tree by the house. Luke told him while he was a-plantin' it that come time it growed large enough to shadder a grave there'd be a death in the fam'ly. But he on'y laughed an' said Lizzie May wanted a tree an' went on a-diggin' the hole."
"Yes, I've allus heard cedar trees is unlucky," sighed Aunt Sally Whitmarsh.
"I wonder what she'll do now Dan's gone," continued Hat. "If she goes back to live with her dad she'll like enough have a auction131 sale. If she has a sale I'd like to bid on the carpet an' curtains. They're both jes the same as new."
"I dunno what she'll do," returned Aunt Sally, who was also taking a curious survey of the things in the room. "She takes on terrible, poor thing. But of course she'll git over it. She'll likely go back to her dad fer a spell. But I don't hardly think she'll stay a widder long. People that has nice things had best hang onto 'em. If I was her I'd lay the things by so I'd have 'em." Aunt Sally slid back quietly into the kitchen.
Hat hesitated a moment before following her. On the little what-not amid the collection of shells and pincushions her sharp, inquisitive132 eyes had spied a little square looking-glass in a gilded133 frame in which were set bits of colored glass imitating jewels. There were many other knick-knacks, but none that seemed to Hat so desirable as this one. The trinket fascinated and held her eye. She glanced furtively134 about the room. The door into the kitchen was closed, and there was no one else in the room but the dead man. With a swift, snakelike movement, she darted135 out her hand toward the looking-glass
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and slipped it into her pocket, then went back rather hurriedly into the kitchen.
The undertaker came bringing a coffin136 and they laid Dan out in the middle of the best room. When she saw him stretched out straight in the long, shiny coffin, Lizzie May realized to the full the hard inexorableness of death. It came to her as though she had not known it before, that Dan was really dead, that her life with him was over, that her children were without a father. Beside the hard, cold coffin she burst into new paroxysms of grief.
When they were all gone back into the kitchen, Aunt Nannie came and hung dumbly over the body of her boy.
The neighbors and relatives began to go home, slipping away unobtrusively. They had their own affairs to attend to. There remained at last only Dan's family and Lizzie May's father, her sisters, and brothers. They decided137 among themselves that Dan's mother, Lizzie May's father, and Luella should stay with her over night. Toward the close of the afternoon the others went home to look after the horses, the cows and chickens.
As Jerry and Judith were driving home, she roused herself from the daze103 into which Dan's death had cast her to ask herself if she would have felt as desolate138 as Lizzie May if it had been Jerry who was brought home dead. Often of late she had wondered if she loved Jerry as Lizzie May loved Dan. For a moment she imagined him lying cold and stiff, a great gash on the side of his head, never to speak to her again nor whistle nor laugh nor throw the children to the ceiling. The thought was unbearable139. For reassurance140 she looked sidewise at his healthy weathered cheek and snuggled close against the warmth of his body.
In the evening, after the children were in bed, she came to him where he sat by the stove thinking of Dan, slipped her arms about his neck, and kissed him again and again with mingled tenderness and passion. Instantly he forgot Dan. He was happy, and eager with warm and joyful141 response. It was a long time since she had given him such kisses.
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irritable
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exasperation
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smeared
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exclamation
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dismalness
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devouring
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