PANCAKES.
Half an hour later, Ralph, having seen Miss Nancy Sawyer's machinery of
warm baths and simple remedies safely in operation, and having seen the
roan colt comfortably stabled, and rewarded for his faithfulness by a
bountiful supply of the best hay and the promise of oats when he was
cool--half an hour later Ralph was doing the most ample, satisfactory,
and amazing justice to his Aunt Matilda's hot buckwheat-cakes and warm
coffee. And after his life in Flat Creek, Aunt Matilda's house did look
like paradise. How white the table-cloth, how bright the coffee-pot, how
clean the wood-work, how glistening the brass door-knobs, how spotless
everything that came under the sovereign sway of Mrs. Matilda White! For
in every Indiana village as large as Lewisburg, there are generally a
half-dozen women who are admitted to be the best housekeepers. All
others are only imitators. And the strife is between these for the
pre-eminence. It is at least safe to say that no other in Lewisburg
stood so high as an enemy to dirt, and as a "rat, roach, and mouse
exterminator," as did Mrs. Matilda White, the wife of Ralph's maternal
uncle, Robert White, Esq., a lawyer in successful practice. Of course no
member of Mrs. White's family ever stayed at home longer than was
necessary. Her husband found his office--which he kept in as bad a state
as possible in order to maintain an equilibrium in his life--much more
comfortable than the stiffly clean house at home. From the time that
Ralph had come to live as a chore-boy at his uncle's, he had ever
crossed the threshold of Aunt Matilda's temple of cleanliness with a
horrible sense of awe. And Walter Johnson, her son by a former marriage,
had--poor, weak-willed fellow!--been driven into bad company and bad
habits by the wretchedness of extreme civilization. And yet he showed
the hereditary trait, for all the genius which Mrs. White consecrated to
the glorious work of making her house too neat to be habitable, her son
Walter gave to tying exquisite knots in his colored cravats and combing
his oiled locks so as to look like a dandy barber. And she had no other
children. The kind Providence that watches over the destiny of children
takes care that very few of them are lodged in these terribly clean
houses.
But Walter was not at the table, and Ralph had so much anxiety lest his
absence should be significant of evil, that he did not venture to
inquire after him as he sat there between Mr. and Mrs. White disposing
of Aunt Matilda's cakes with an appetite only justified by his long
morning's ride and the excellence of the brown cakes, the golden honey,
and the coffee, enriched, as Aunt Matilda's always was, with the most
generous cream. Aunt Matilda was so absorbed in telling of the doings of
the Dorcas Society that she entirely forgot to be surprised at the early
hour of Ralph's arrival. When she had described the number of the
garments finished to be sent to the Five Points Mission, or the Home for
the Friendless, or the South Sea Islands, I forget which, Ralph thought
he saw his chance, while Aunt Matilda was in a benevolent mood, to
broach a plan he had been revolving for some time. But when he looked at
Aunt Matilda's immaculate--horribly immaculate--housekeeping, his heart
failed him, and he would have said nothing had she not inadvertently
opened the door herself.
"How did you get here so early, Ralph?" and Aunt Matilda's face was
shadowed with a coming rebuke.
"By early rising," said Ralph. But, seeing the gathering frown on his
aunt's brow, he hastened to tell the story of Shocky as well as he
could. Mrs. White did not give way to any impulse toward sympathy until
she learned that Shocky was safely housed with Miss Nancy Sawyer.
"Yes, Sister Sawyer has no family cares," she said by way of smoothing
her slightly ruffled complacency, "she has no family cares, and she can
do those things. Sometimes I think she lets people impose on her and
keep her away from the means of grace, and I spoke to our new preacher
about it the last time he was here, and asked him to speak to Sister
Sawyer about staying away from the ordinances to wait on everybody, but
he is a queer man, and he only said that he supposed Sister Sawyer
neglected the inferior ordinances that she might attend to higher ones.
But I don't see any sense in a minister of the gospel calling
prayer-meeting a lower ordinance than feeding catnip-tea to Mrs. Brown's
last baby. But hasn't this little boy--Shocking, or what do you call
him?--got any mother?"
"Yes," said Ralph, "and that was just what I was going to say." And he
proceeded to tell how anxious Shocky was to see his half-blind mother,
and actually ventured to wind up his remarks by suggesting that Shocky's
mother be invited to stay over Sunday in Aunt Matilda's house.
"Bless my stars!" said that astounded saint, "fetch a pauper here? What
crazy notions you have got! Fetch her here out of the poor-house? Why,
she wouldn't be fit to sleep in my--" here Aunt Matilda choked. The bare
thought of having a pauper in her billowy beds, whose snowy whiteness
was frightful to any ordinary mortal, the bare thought of the contagion
of the poor-house taking possession of one of her beds, smothered her.
"And then you know sore eyes are very catching."
Ralph boiled a little. "Aunt Matilda, do you think Dorcas was afraid of
sore eyes?"
It was a center shot, and the lawyer-uncle, lawyerlike, enjoyed a good
hit. And he enjoyed a good hit at his wife best of all, for he never
ventured on one himself. But Aunt Matilda felt that a direct reply was
impossible. She was not a lawyer but a woman, and so dodged the question
by making a counter-charge.
"It seems to me, Ralph, that you have picked up some very low
associates. And you go around at night, I am told. You get over here by
daylight, and I hear that you have made common cause with a lame soldier
who acts as a spy for thieves, and that your running about of night is
likely to get you into trouble."
Ralph was hit this time. "I suppose," he said, "that you've been
listening to some of Henry Small's lies."
"Why, Ralph, how you talk! The worst sign of all is that you abuse such
a young man as Dr. Small, the most exemplary Christian young man in the
county. And he is a great friend of yours, for when he was here last
week he did not say a word against you, but looked so sorry when your
being in trouble was mentioned. Didn't he, Mr. White?"
Mr. White, as in duty bound, said yes, but he said yes in a cool,
lawyerlike way, which showed that he did not take quite so much stock in
Dr. Small as his wife did. This was a comfort to Ralph, who sat
picturing to himself the silent flattery which Dr. Small's eyes paid to
his Aunt Matilda, and the quiet expression of pain that would flit
across his face when Ralph's name was mentioned. And never until that
moment had Hartsook understood how masterful Small's artifices were. He
had managed to elevate himself in Mrs. White's estimation and to destroy
Ralph at the same time, and had managed to do both by a contraction of
the eyebrows!
But the silence was growing painful and Ralph thought to break it and
turn the current of talk from himself by asking after Mrs. White's son.
"Where is Walter?"
"Oh! Walter's doing well. He went down to Clifty three weeks ago to
study medicine with Henry Small. He seems so fond of the doctor, and the
doctor is such an excellent man, you know, and I have strong hopes that
Wallie will be led to see the error of his ways by his association with
Henry. I suppose he would have gone to see you but for the unfavorable
reports that he heard. I hope, Ralph, you too will make the friendship
of Dr. Small. And for the sake of your poor, dead mother"--here Aunt
Matilda endeavored to show some emotion--"for the sake of your poor dead
mother--"
But Ralph heard no more. The buckwheat-cakes had lost their flavor. He
remembered that the colt had not yet had his oats, and so, in the very
midst of Aunt Matilda's affecting allusion to his mother, like a
stiff-necked reprobate that he was, Ralph Hartsook rose abruptly from
the table, put on his hat, and went out toward the stable.
"I declare," said Mrs. White, descending suddenly from her high moral
stand-point, "I declare that boy has stepped right on the threshold of
the back-door," and she stuffed her white handkerchief into her pocket,
and took down the floor-cloth to wipe off the imperceptible blemish left
by Ralph's boot-heels. And Mr. White followed his nephew to the stable
to request that he would be a little careful what he did about anybody
in the poor-house, as any trouble with the Joneses might defeat Mr.
White's nomination to the judgeship of the Court of Common Pleas.