It was several months before Aileen saw him. Her close attendance on
Mrs. Champney and her avoidance of the precincts of The Gore--Maggie
complained loudly to Mrs. Googe that Aileen no longer ran in as she used
to do, and Mrs. Caukins confided to her that she thought Aileen might
feel sensitive about Luigi's engagement, for she had been there but
twice in five months--precluded the possibility of her meeting him. She
excused herself to Mrs. Googe and the Sisters on the ground of her
numerous duties at Champ-au-Haut; Ann and Hannah were both well on in
years and Mrs. Champney was failing daily.
It was perhaps five months after his return that she was sitting one
afternoon in Mrs. Champney's room, in attendance on her while the
regular nurse was out for two hours. There had been no conversation
between them for nearly the full time, when Mrs. Champney spoke abruptly
from the bed:
"I heard last month that Champney Googe is back again--has been back for
five months; why didn't you tell me before?"
The voice was very weak, but querulous and sharp. Aileen was sewing at
the window. She did not look up.
"Because I didn't suppose you liked him well enough to care about his
coming home; besides, it was Octavius' place to tell you."
"Well, I don't care about his coming, or his going either, for that
matter, but I do care about knowing things that happen under my very
nose within a reasonable time of their happening. I'm not in my dotage
yet, I'll have you to understand."
Aileen was silent.
"Come, say something, can't you?" she snapped.
"What do you want me to say, Mrs. Champney?" She spoke wearily, but not
impatiently. The daily, almost hourly demands of this sick old woman
had, in a way, exhausted her.
"Tell me what he's doing."
"He's at work."
"Where?"
"In the sheds--Shed Number Two."
"What!" Paralysis prevented any movement of her hands, but her head
jerked on the pillow to one side, towards Aileen.
"I said he was at work in the sheds."
"What's Champney Googe doing in the sheds?"
"Earning his living, I suppose, like other men."
Almeda Champney was silent for a while. Aileen could but wonder what the
thoughts might be that were filling the shrivelled box of the
brain--what were the feelings in the ossifying heart of the woman who
had denied help to one of her own blood in time of need. Had she any
feeling indeed, except that for self?
"Have you seen him?"
"No."
"I should think he would want to hide his head for shame."
"I don't see why." She spoke defiantly.
"Why? Because I don't see how after such a career a man can hold up his
head among his own."
Aileen bit her under lip to keep back the sharp retort. She chose
another and safer way.
"Oh," she said brightly, looking over to Mrs. Champney with a frank
smile, "but he has really just begun his career, you know--"
"What do you mean by that?"
"I mean he has just begun honest work among honest men, and that's the
best career for him or any other man to my thinking."
"Umph!--little you know about it."
Aileen laughed outright. "Oh, I know more than you think I do, Mrs.
Champney. I haven't lived twenty-six years for nothing, and what I've
seen, I've seen--and I've no near-sighted eyes to trouble me either; and
what I've heard, I've heard, for my ears are good--regular long-distance
telephones sometimes."
She was not prepared for the next move on Mrs. Champney's part.
"I believe you would marry him now--after all, if he asked you." She
spoke with a sneer.
"Do you really believe it?" She folded her work and prepared to leave
the room, for she heard the nurse's step in the hall below. "Well, if
you do, I'll tell you something, Mrs. Champney, but I'd like it to be
between us." She crossed the room and paused beside the bed.
"What?"
She bent slightly towards her. "I would rather marry a man who earns his
three dollars a day at honest work of quarrying or cutting stones,--or
breaking them, for that matter,"--she added under her breath, "but I'm
not saying he would be any relation of yours--than a man who doesn't
know what a day's toil is except to cudgel his brains tired, with
contriving the quickest means of making his millions double themselves
at other people's expense in twenty-four hours."
The nurse opened the door. Mrs. Champney spoke bitterly:
"You little fool--you think you know, but--" aware of the nurse, she
ended fretfully, "you wear me out, talking so much. Tell Hannah to make
me some fresh tamarind water--and bring it up quick."
By the time Aileen had brought up the refreshment, she had half repented
of her words. Mrs. Champney had been failing perceptibly the last few
weeks, and all excitement was forbidden her. For this reason she had
been kept so long in ignorance of Champney's return. As Aileen held the
drinking tube to her lips, she noticed that the faded sunken eyes, fixed
upon her intently, were not inimical--and she was thankful. She desired
to live in peace, if possible, with this pitiable old age so long as it
should last--a few weeks at the longest. The lesson of the piece of
granite was not lost upon her. She kept the specimen on a little shelf
over her bed.
She went down stairs into the library to answer a telephone call; it was
from Maggie McCann who begged her to come up that afternoon to see her;
the matter was important and could not wait. Aileen knew by the pleading
tone of the voice, which sounded unnatural, that she was needed for
something. She replied she would go up at once. She put on her hat, and
while waiting for the tram at The Bow, bought a small bag of gumdrops
for Billy.
Maggie received her with open arms and a gush of tears; thereupon Billy,
now tottering on his unsteady feet, flopped suddenly on the floor and
howled with true Irish good will.
"Why, Maggie, what _is_ the matter!" she exclaimed.
"Och, Aileen, darlin', me heart's in smithereens, and I'm that deep in
trouble that me head's like to rend--an' Jim's all broke up--"
"What is it; do tell me, Maggie--can I help?" she urged, catching up
Billy and endeavoring to smother his howls with kisses.
Mrs. McCann wiped her reddened eyes, took off her apron and sat down in
a low chair by Aileen who was filling Billy's small mouth, conveniently
open for another howl upon perceiving his mother wipe her eyes, with a
sizable gumdrop.
"The little gells be over to the kindergarten with the Sisters, an' I
thought I'd clane go out of me mind if I couldn't have a word wid you
before Jim gets home--Och, Aileen, dearie, me home I'm so proud of--"
She choked, and Billy immediately repudiated his gumdrop upon Aileen's
clean linen skirt; his eyes were reading the signs of the times in his
mother's face.
"Now, Maggie, dear, tell me all about it. Begin at the beginning, and
then I'll know where you're at."
Maggie smiled faintly. "Sure, I wouldn't blame you for not knowin' where
I'm at." Mrs. McCann sniffed several times prefatorily.
"You know I told you Jim had a temper, Aileen--"
Aileen nodded in assent; she was busy coaxing the rejected ball into
Billy's puckered mouth.
"--And that there's times whin he querrels wid the men--"
"Yes."
"Well, you know Mr. Googe bein' in the same shed an' section wid Jim, I
says innercent-like to Jim:--'I'm glad he's in your section, Jim, belike
you can make it a bit aisier for him.'
"'Aisy is it?' says Jim.
"'Yes, aisy,' says I.
"'An' wot wud I be after makin' a job aisier for the likes of him?' he
says, grouchy-like.
"'An' why not?' says I.
"'For a jail-bird?' says he.
"'Deed,' says I, 'if yer own b'y had been breakin' stones wid a gang of
toughs for sivin long years gone, wouldn't ye be after likin' a man to
spake wan daycint word wid him?' says I.
"Wid that Jim turned on quick-like an' says:--
"'I'll thank ye, Mrs. McCann, to kape yer advice to yerself. It's not
Jim McCann's b'y that'll be doin' the dirthy job that yer Mr. Champney
Googe was after doin' six years gone, nor be after takin' the bread an'
butter out of an honest man's mout' that has a wife an' three childer to
feed. He's a convic',' says Jim.
"'What if he is?' says I.
"'I don't hold wid no convic's,' says Jim; 'I hold wid honest men; an'
if it's convic's be comin' to take the best piece-work out of our hands,
it's time we struck--to a man,' says Jim.
"Niver, niver but wanct has Jim called me 'Mrs. McCann,'" Maggie said
brokenly, but stifled a sob for Billy's sake; "an' niver wanct has he
gone to work widout kissin' me an' the childer, sometimes twice
round--but he went out yisterday an' niver turned for wan look at wife
an' childer; an' me heart was that heavy in my bosom that me b'y refused
the breast an' cried like to kill himself for wan mortal hour, an' the
little gells cried too, an' me bread burnin' to a crisp, an' I couldn't
do wan thing but just sit down wid me hands full of cryin' childer--an'
me heart cryin' like a child wid 'em."
Aileen tried to comfort.
"But, Maggie, such things will happen in the happiest married lives, and
with the best of husbands. Jim will get over it--I suppose he has by
this time; you say it isn't like to him to hold anger long--"
"But he hasn't!" Maggie broke forth afresh, and between mother and son,
who immediately followed suit, a deluge threatened. "Wan of the
stone-cutters' wives, Mrs. MacLoughanchan, he works in the same section
as Jim, told me about it--"
"About what?" Aileen asked, hoping to get some continuity into Maggie's
relation of her marital woes.
"The fight at the sheds."
"What fight?" Aileen put the question with a sickening fear at her
heart.
"The fight betwixt Jim an' Mr. Googe--"
"What do you mean, Maggie?"
"I mane wot I say," Maggie replied with some show of spirit, for
Aileen's tone of voice was peremptory; "Jim McCann, me husband, an' Mr.
Googe had words in the shed--"
"What words?"
"Just lave me time an' I'll tell you, Aileen. You be after catchin' me
short up betwixt ivery word, an' more be token as if't was your own man,
instid of mine, ye was worrittin' about. I said they had words, but by
rights I should say it was Jim as had them. Jim was mad because the boss
in Shed Number Two give Mr. Googe a piece of work he had been savin' an'
promisin' him; an' Jim made a fuss about it, an' the boss said he'd give
Jim another, but Jim wanted _that wan piece_; an' Jim threatened to get
up a strike, an' if there's a strike Jim'll lave the place an' I'll lose
me home--ochone--"
"Go on, Maggie." Aileen was trying to anticipate Maggie's tale, and in
anticipation of the worst happening to Champney Googe, she lost her
patience. She could not bear the suspense.
"But Jim didn't sass the boss--he sassed Mr. Googe. 'T was this way, so
Mrs. MacLoughanchan says--Jim said niver a word about the fight to me,
but he said he would lave the place if they didn't strike--Mr. Googe
says, 'McCann, the foreman says you're to begin on the two keystones at
wanct--at wanct,' says he, repating it because Jim said niver a word.
An' Jim fires up an' says under his breath:
"'I don't take no orders from convic's,' says he.
"'What did you say, McCann?' says Mr. Googe, steppin' up to him wid a
glint in his eye that Jim didn't mind he was so mad; an' instid of
repatin' it quiet-like, Jim says, steppin' outside the shed when he see
the boss an' Mr. Googe followin' him, loud enough for the whole shed to
hear:
'"I don't take orders from no convic's--' an' then--" Maggie laid her
hand suddenly over her heart as if in pain, '"Take that back, McCann,'
says Mr. Googe--'I'll give you the wan chanct.'--An' then Jim swore an'
said he'd see him an' himself in hell first, an' then, before Jim knew
wot happened, Mr. Googe lit out wid his fist--an' Jim layin' out on the
grass, for Mrs. MacLoughanchan says her man said Mr. Googe picked a soft
place to drop him in; an' Mr. Googe helps Jim to his feet, an' holds out
his hand an' says:
"'Shake hands, McCann, an' we'll start afresh--'
"But, oh, Aileen! Jim wouldn't, an' Mr. Googe turned away sad-like, an'
then Jim comes home, an' widout a word to his wife, says if they don't
strike, because there's a convic' an' a no union man a-workin'
'longside of him in his section, he'll lave an' give up his job
here--an' it's two hundred he's paid down out of his wages, an' me
a-savin' from morn till night on me home--an' 't was to be me very own
because Jim says no man alive can tell when he'll be dead in the
quarries an' the sheds."
She wept afresh and Billy was left unconsoled, for Maggie, wiping her
eyes to look at Aileen and wonder at her silence, saw that she, too, was
weeping; but the tears rolled silently one after another down her
flushed cheeks.
"Och, Aileen, darlin'! Don't ye cry wid me--me burden's heavy enough
widout the weight of wan of your tears--say something to comfort me
heart about Jim."
"I can't, Maggie, I think it's wicked for Jim to say such things to Mr.
Googe--everybody knows what he has been through. And it would serve Jim
McCann but right," she added hotly, "if the time should come when his
Billy should have the same cruel words said to him--"
"Don't--don't--for the love of the Mother of God, don't say such things,
Aileen!" She caught up the sorely perplexed and troubled Billy, and
buried her face in his red curls. "Don't for the sake of the mother I
am, an' only a mother can know how the Mother of God himself felt wid
her crucified Son an' the bitter words he had to hear--ye're not a
mother, Aileen, an' so I won't lay it up too much against ye--"
Aileen interrupted her with exceeding bitterness;
"No, I'm not a mother, Maggie, and I never shall be."
Maggie looked at her in absolute incomprehension. "I thought you was
cryin' for me, an' Jim, an' all our prisent troubles, but I belave yer
cryin' for--"
Mrs. McCann stopped short; she was still staring at Aileen who suddenly
lifted her brimming eyes to hers.--What Mrs. McCann read therein she
never accurately defined, even to Jim; but, whatever it was, it caused a
revulsion of feeling in Maggie's sorely bruised heart. She set Billy
down on the floor without any ceremony, much to that little man's
surprise, and throwing her arms around Aileen drew her close with a
truly maternal caress.
"Och, darlin'--darlin'--" she said in the voice with which she soothed
Billy to sleep, "darlin' Aileen, an' has your puir heart been bearin'
this all alone, an' me talkin' an' pratin' about me Jim to ye, an' how
beautiful it is to be married!--'Deed an' it is, darlin', an' if Jim
wasn't a man he'd be an angel sure; but it's not Maggie McCann that's
wantin' her husband to be an angel yet, an' you must just forgive him,
Aileen, an' you'll find yerself that no man's parfection, an' a woman
has to be after takin' thim as they be--lovin' an' gentle be times, an'
cross as Cain whin yer expectin' thim to be swateheartin' wid ye; an'
wake when ye think they're after bein' rale giants; an' strong whin
ye're least lookin' for it; an ginerous by spells an' spendthrifts wid
their 'baccy, an' skinflints wid their own, an'--an'--just common,
downright aggravatin', lovable men, darlin'--There now! Yer smilin'
again like me old Aileen, an' bad cess to the wan that draws another
tear from your swate Irish eyes." She kissed her heartily.
In trying to make amends Mrs. McCann forgot her own woes; taking Billy
in her arms, she went to the stove and set on the kettle.
"It's four past, an' Jim'll be comin' in tired and worritted, so I'll
put on an extra potater or two an' a good bit of bacon an' some pase.
Stay wid us, Aileen."
"No, Maggie, I can't; besides you and Jim will want the house to
yourself till you get straightened out--and, Maggie, it _will_
straighten out, don't you worry."
"'Deed, an' I'll not waste me breath another time tellin' me troubles to
a heart that's sorer than me own--good-bye, darlin', an' me best thanks
for comin' up so prompt to me in me trouble. It's good to have a friend,
Aileen, an' we've been friendly that long that it seems as if me own
burden must be yours."
Aileen smiled, leaning to kiss Billy as he clung to his mother's neck.
"I'll come up whenever you want me and I can get away, Maggie, an' next
time I'll bring you more comfort, I hope. Good-bye."
"Och, darlin'!--T'row a kiss, Billy. Look, Aileen, at the kisses me
b'y's t'rowin' yer!" she exclaimed delightedly; and Billy, in the
exuberance of his joy that tears were things of the past, continued to
throw kisses after the lady till she disappeared down the street.