MARY was one of the most faithful servants a family ever had. Her
faithfulness deserves this monument. She was a Pole and she could not
pronounce her own name. She tried to pronounce it the first day she
came to us, but along toward the sixth or seventh syllable she became
confused and had to give it up. She said it was Schneider in English.
Perhaps the reason she remained with us so long was because she had
brought her Polish name with her, and it was too much trouble to move
it from place to place. When she once got in a place, she liked to stay
there. But “Schneider” was about the only English word she knew,
and this made it a little difficult to explain to her that I had
domesticated the automobile and would allow her to use it on wash day.
I had to make a picture of it, and even then she seemed rather doubtful
about it.
As a matter of fact it was all very simple, but Mary Schneider was
stupid. We already had the washing machine, and we had the automobile,
and it was only necessary to connect the rear wheel of the automobile
with the drive wheel of the washing machine by means of a belt, jack up
the rear axle of the automobile, and start the engine. I hoped in
time to go further than this and hitch up the coffee mill, the
carpet-sweeper, the ice-cream freezer, and all our other household
machinery, and then Mary Schneider would have a very easy time of it.
She could have sat in the automobile with her hands on the speed levers
and the work would have done itself. But Mary would not sit in the
automobile. She tried to explain that she had seen me sit in it and that
the Schneiders, as a family, had very brittle bones and could not afford
to fall out of automobiles of such height, but I could not understand
what she was saying. I only understood that she said she would give
notice immediately if she had to sit in that automobile while the
palpitator was jiggering.
I had a feeling that all this was mere diffidence on her part, and that
when she once saw how easy it all was she would be delighted with it.
So I jacked up the rear axle of the car in my backyard, and attached the
clothesline as a belt to the rear wheel and to the drive wheel of the
washing machine. I remained at home one Monday morning especially to do
this, and Isobel thought it was very kind of me. She said she was sure
Mary could do it, and would be glad to, after she had once seen how it
was done.
Mary put the soap in the washing machine, and the hot water, and the
clothes, and I started the automobile engine. It was all I had hoped.
Never, never had I seen clothes washed so rapidly. Luckily I had thought
to nail the legs of the washing machine to the floor of the back porch.
This steadied the washing machine and kept it from jumping more than it
did. Of course, some vibration was conveyed along the rope belt from the
automobile, and Mary had to hasten to and fro bringing more hot water to
refill the washing machine. It was like a storm at sea, or a geyser, or
a large hot fountain. When we had the automobile going at full speed
the water hardly entered the washing machine before it dashed madly out
again.
Isobel had to help by putting more clothes in the washing machine. It
used up clothes as rapidly as Rolf's friend's fodder-cutter used
up fodder, but I think it cut the clothes into smaller pieces. We
discovered this when we hunted up the clothes later. We did not notice
it at the time. All was excitement.
It was a proud moment for me. The engine was running as well as it ever
did, the dasher of the washing machine was dashing to and fro with hot
water, and Mrs. Rolfs and Mrs. Millington were cheering us on. I
began to believe we would break all records for clothes washing if Mary
and Isobel could only keep water and clothes in the washing machine.
Just then I fell out of the automobile.
Possibly the sudden removal of my weight had an effect. It may have been
that my head in striking one of the rear wheels moved the axle. Of this
I can never be sure. The rear axle unjacked itself, and as the rear
wheels touched the ground the automobile darted away. I was just able to
touch the washing machine as it hurried by, but it did not wait for me
to secure a firm hold, and it went on its way. But Mary was faithful to
the last. She--ignorant though she was--knew that the weekly wash should
not dash off in this manner. She--although but a Pole, knew her duty and
did it. Mary hung onto the washing machine. Whither the wash went she
was going. And so she did. Rapidly, too.
The rear porch was not badly damaged. Only those boards to which the
washing machine had been nailed went with it, but where the automobile
went through the back fence we had to make extensive repairs. But it
was all for the best. If the automobile had not made a hole in the fence
Mary could not have gone through. Of course, she could have gone around
by the gate, but she would have lost time, and she was not losing any
time. Neither was the washing machine. The automobile did not gain an
inch on it, and sometimes when the washing machine made a good jump it
overtook the automobile. So did Mary.
I saw then that I had not thoroughly domesticated the automobile. As
we stood and watched the automobile and the washing machine and Mary
dashing rapidly away in the distance, we felt that the automobile was
still a little too wild for household use, but I fully believed the
automobile would be tame enough before it reached home again. A young,
strong automobile may be able to take cross country runs without ill
effects, but an elderly automobile, like the one I bought of Millington,
cannot dash across country towing a washing machine and a Polish
servant, whose name is Schneider in English, without danger to its
constitution. I do not blame the washing machine--it could not let go,
it was belted on--but if Mary had had presence of mind she would have
released her grasp when she found the strain was too much for the
automobile. But it is strange how differently the minds of male and
female run. As I watched the automobile disappear over the edge of the
hill I said:
“Isobel, I guess that ends that automobile,” But Isobel said:
“John, I am afraid we have lost Mary.” And yet that automobile and that
Pole were the last two in the world I should ever have suspected of
running away with each other. She came back later in the day, but she
did not say much. She packed her trunk and took her wages, and remarked
a remark that sounded like the English word Schneider translated into
Polish. The washing machine did not return.
When Millington came out to the fence that evening I told him that I was
done with automobiling, and that the automobile was probably mashed to
flinders. He had been looking bad, but he brightened at the words.
“John,” he said, “if that automobile is wrecked as badly as it should
be after running wild with a tail of washing machines and
Schneiders-in-English, I'll buy it back. I'll give--I'll give you five
dollars for it.”
He must have seen the eagerness in my eyes, for he remarked quickly:
“I'll give you two dollars and forty-five cents for it!”
“I'll take it!” I said instantly.
“It is mine!” said Millington, and he handed over the money.
As soon as it was in my pocket I heard a rustling in the currant bushes
at my left, and Mr. Prawley raised his head above them.
“Mother's well again,” he said. “I've come back!”