A MOTHER'S SECRET
The first days of autumn brought back school days. Aunt Sarah had gone
to visit a nephew in lower Maryland, leaving behind her mementoes in
the form of the coat of paint for the front fence, a new cover for the
living-room table, and many stitches put in made-over garments for the
children. She had further dispensed her bounty in a direction of which
the children as yet knew nothing, and it was Nan who first heard of it
from her mother.
Aunt Sarah's absence was felt in more ways than one. Mrs. Corner was
her favorite niece. A tiny grave in the old churchyard marked the
resting place of her namesake, Nan's elder sister, who was her mother's
first-born and who lived but three short months. It may have been that
Aunt Sarah's heart went out more tenderly toward her own sister's
child because of this loss which was so heavy a grief to them both,
but whether it was because of this bond between them or because they
mutually loved and respected each other, it is true that any sacrifices
which Miss Dent felt she could make she made for the Corner family,
and when she was with them no task was too heavy for her, and her wise
counsel and helpful hands were greatly missed by Mrs. Corner.
It was just after Aunt Sarah's departure, and while school was still a
novelty, that Nan, running in to tell her mother of the day's doings,
noticed that Mrs. Corner was sewing not for one of the children but
for herself. This was so unusual that Nan remarked it, and forgetting
her school gossip exclaimed, "Why, mother, you are making a new frock!
Where did you get it?"
Her mother dropped her work with a sigh. Nan noticed that the dear face
was pale and sad. "Aunt Sarah gave it to me," was the answer. There
was silence for a few moments after this, while Mrs. Corner went on
with her work of measuring off the black breadths. "I have something to
tell you, little daughter," she then said. "You had a secret to tell
me a little while ago, and now I have one to tell you." She paused.
"It isn't a happy secret, Nan," she went on, "but as you are my eldest
and my staff to lean upon, you must try to help me bear it without
rebelling."
Nan grew very sober. This was such a melancholy beginning that she
feared what might follow, but being a young person who never thrust
aside unpleasant things when she knew they must be met she said
firmly, "Don't bother about me, mother; I'll be as brave as a lion."
The scissors snipped along the edges of the pattern while Mrs. Corner
bent over her work. Presently she said, "It is this, Nannie: that I
must leave you for awhile."
All sorts of notions flew to Nan's mind. Was her mother perhaps going
to Europe to hunt up her Aunt Helen? Was she going to see Cousin Henry
Dent in Maryland? "Oh, mother," she cried, "tell me quick. Where are
you going?"
"I am going to the Adirondacks, Nannie."
"The Adirondacks?" Nan looked the surprise she felt. "Why in the world
are you going there? You don't know any one up in those regions, do
you?"
"No, and that makes it harder. I am going for my health, Nannie."
The blood forsook Nan's cheeks. She felt as if she were sinking down,
down, and it took all her effort to check a rising sob. All she did,
however, was to hold her nether lip closely between her teeth and to
draw a quivering sigh. Then she gasped out: "Oh, mother, mother, it
doesn't mean--it can't mean----"
"It doesn't mean anything very serious--yet," said Mrs. Corner
dropping her scissors and sitting down by Nan's side. "But the doctor
says if I go now the tendency will probably be overcome. If I stay it
may mean that the disease will get the better of me, and dear Aunt
Sarah has made it possible for me to go. Only a few months, Nan, and
Aunt Sarah will come and stay with you while I am away. Now, I want you
to stand by Aunt Sarah. She has made, and will continue to make every
sacrifice for your mother, and you must make sacrifices for her."
"Oh, I will," cried Nan. "I won't touch the melodeon, and I won't nag
the others any more than I can help. Aunt Sarah is good. Oh, I know she
is so good, but she isn't--she isn't--you." This time the tears would
have their way and they began to course down Nan's cheeks though she
sat up straight and tried to blink them away. "And--and"--she went on,
"she doesn't--it's hard to make her understand things like it's not
always being a waste of time to do what you like and all that."
"I know, but, dear, remember that persons are very likely to respond to
what you expect of them, and you will find Aunt Sarah very sympathetic
if you take her the right way."
Nan was not at all sure that she could find that right way but she did
not say so. She only looked at her toes very mournfully and wondered if
it had happened to be Aunt Helen instead of great-aunt Sarah who was
to be left in charge whether she would have minded it so much.
"No mother could have had my interests more at heart," continued Mrs.
Corner. "Think how she has toiled and sacrificed herself for me, and
it is entirely due to her that I am able to go, for not only has she
provided the money for my journey, an expensive one, but she has
thought of a way to pay my board while I am away, and it is just here,
Nan, that I shall have to depend upon you to stand by Aunt Sarah.
Cousin Tom Gordon's two boys are to board here and go to school. They
want to prepare for the University and it seems a godsend that they are
coming this year, for it will make my going away possible. Of course
this is a new element. Two boys coming into a family will make new
conditions and you must consider that Aunt Sarah is very unselfishly
and devotedly undertaking a greater responsibility than we have any
right to ask of her. So, Nan, try to play the part of peacemaker
always. Be the sweetener of tart speeches; be the sunshine that drives
away the clouds. Aunt Sarah loves you and appreciates you, though she
has a little crisp way which your over-sensitiveness finds harsh. Never
mind that. Be patient and wise and sweet, so will you help your mother
and bring her back speedily."
"I'll try, oh, I'll try," said Nan. This was a secret indeed. What
plans! What changes! "When do the boys come, and when do you go?" she
asked.
"I go next week. Aunt Sarah will try to be here before I leave and
before the boys arrive. They expect to get here on the fifteenth."
"Such a little while; such a little while." Nan caught her mother's
hand and covered it with kisses. "And when shall you be back?" she
asked.
"That I cannot say. It will depend upon what the doctors say."
Nan sat holding her mother's hand against her cheek. It would be their
first separation and it would be a hard one. Every now and then the
tears gushed to her eyes, though she tried to force them back. "Are you
going to tell the others why you are going?" she asked.
"No," returned Mrs. Corner slowly. "I think we will not tell them just
why." That _we_ gave Nan a sense of partnership in these schemes. It
elevated her to a place beside her mother and Aunt Sarah. She was their
confidante and it behooved her to adjust her shoulder to a certain
burden of responsibility.
"Tell me about the boys," she said. "Are they nice boys?"
"I hope so. If they are not you must try to make them so. Their names
are Randolph and Ashby. Randolph is a year older than you and Ashby a
year younger."
"Where will they sleep?" asked Nan, coming down to practical things.
"They can have the room Aunt Sarah always occupies and she can sleep in
my room with Jean and Jack."
"Will she like that? Couldn't Mary Lee and I go into your room and let
the boys have ours? Your room is so big and with two double beds in it
we could do very well. Aunt Sarah always likes that southwest room and
it would be warmer in winter."
Mrs. Corner looked pleased at this evidence of consideration. "I am
sure that would be a much more comfortable plan for all but you and
Mary Lee. It would be some trouble to move all your belongings. I
thought the other way would be more convenient; still, if you don't
mind----"
"Oh, no, we won't let ourselves mind," said Nan; then, a little
shamefacedly, "besides, it would seem more like being near you to sleep
in your bed."
Her mother gave the hand that held hers a little squeeze. "Now, I must
go on with my work," she said. "I shall have to get this done before I
go."
"Can't I help?" asked Nan eagerly.
"Not on this, I'm afraid."
"Then I'll do the other things that you do. I'll go see if Mitty has
everything out for supper." She picked up the key basket but paused
before leaving the room. "May I tell Mary Lee and the twins about the
boys coming and your going if I don't tell why?"
"Yes, I shall be glad if you would." And Nan flew to assume the
important office of giving information which would cause a sensation.
She found Mary Lee placidly nursing a decrepit duck which had fallen
into the slop barrel, showing in her pursuit of dainties an eagerness
which did not accord with her age. Having been rescued and well washed
by Mary Lee, she was now lying in that young person's lap rolled in an
old bit of horse blanket, her restless eyes alone giving evidence of
her uncurbed ambition.
"Come here, Mary Lee, I have a mighty big piece of news to tell you,"
cried Nan. "I'm going to tell you first."
"You come here," said Mary Lee. "I can't put the duck down till she
gets dry."
"How ridiculous! As if a duck cared whether she was wet or dry,"
said Nan, going up and giving the duck a friendly poke, eliciting a
remonstrative "Quack!"
"You'd care if you had fallen into a slop barrel and had to be dipped
out in a bucket and lathered all over and rinsed off," said Mary Lee.
"I wouldn't be so foolish as to fall into a slop barrel in the first
place. Ducks are such greedy things. I don't see how she got up there."
"She walked up a board like anybody," returned Mary Lee.
"Well, anywhere that she could swim would have done for her bath. It
was silly to go through all that fuss of bathing her when she's just a
duck that loves water like any other duck."
"What is your news?" asked Mary Lee, changing the subject. "I don't
believe it's anything much. You always get so excited over trifles."
"I reckon you won't call this a trifle," replied Nan, "when I tell you
that mother is going away for weeks and that Aunt Sarah is coming back
to look after us, and that Randolph and Ashby Gordon are coming here
to board all winter. I should think that was something to get excited
over," she said triumphantly.
Mary Lee stared. "You're making it all up just to fool me."
"I'm not, either. What in the world would I want to do that for? It's
true, every word of it. You can ask mother if it isn't."
"What's she going for?" asked Mary Lee.
"Oh, just because. Grown people have their reasons for doing things
and we can't always be told them," replied Nan, with, it must be said,
rather a condescending air.
"Do you know why?" asked her sister, determined upon getting to the
heart of the matter.
"Maybe I do, and maybe I don't."
"If you do, I think you are downright mean not to tell me. I'm 'most as
old as you, and she's my mother as much as she is yours."
These latter facts Nan could not deny, so she answered weakly, "Well,
anyhow, I shan't tell."
Mary Lee was slow to wrath, but once aroused she did not hesitate to
speak her worst. She deposited her roll of horse blanket upon the
ground and the duck with satisfied quacks waddled forth from the
encumbering folds, glad of her freedom. "You are altogether too high
and mighty, Nancy Weston Corner," said Mary Lee, quite outraged by
Nan's refusal. "You're a scurvy old pullet, so there!"
"I like your way of calling names," returned Nan contemptuously. "I
should think any one could tell that you had been near a slop barrel;
you talk like it."
Mary Lee did not wait for further words, but fled to her mother, Nan
following, taking the shorter way and reaching her mother first. "I
tried to tell Mary Lee without saying why," she began breathlessly,
"and she called me a horrid name, so I don't know how it will turn out."
"I think we shall have to tell her," said Mrs. Corner. "I did not
realize that it might be difficult for you."
"She's coming now," said Nan.
Mary Lee's footsteps were hastily approaching. She burst into the room
with, "Mother, is it true that you are going away?"
"Yes, dear child."
"What for? Nan was so mean and wouldn't tell me."
"I didn't give Nan permission to tell you why I was going."
"She needn't have been so disagreeable about it though," said Mary Lee.
"Why didn't she say that you told her not to tell?"
"You didn't give me a chance," put in Nan. "You called me a scurvy old
pullet before I could explain."
"What a name, Mary Lee," said Mrs. Corner reprovingly. "Where did you
hear it?"
"Phil says it."
"Don't say it again. If you lose your temper like that and cannot
bridle your tongue, I am afraid your mother will have many sorry
moments while she is away trying to regain her health."
In an instant Mary Lee was on her knees by her mother's side. "Are you
ill, mother?" she asked anxiously.
"Not very, but I may be if I do not have a change of climate, so I am
going to take a trip. I have hardly left this place for eight years
and more. I shall come back trig as a trivet, Mary Lee, so don't be
troubled about me."
Nan left her mother to explain matters further and sought the twins
who were amicably swinging under a big tree. As she unfolded her news
to them the point which at first seemed to be most important was the
coming of the two boys. Jack objected to their arrival, Jean welcomed
it, and straightway they began a discussion in the midst of which Nan
left them. Her brain was buzzing with the many thoughts which her
interview with her mother suggested. She determined to be zealous in
good works, and immediately hunted up Mitty that she might see that all
was going well in the kitchen.
Mitty had not much respect for one younger than herself and paid no
attention when Nan entered, but kept on singing in a high shrill key:
"Whe-e-en Eve eat de apple,
Whe-e-e-en Eve eat de apple,
Whe-en Eve eat de apple,
Lord, what a try-y-in' time."
"Mitty, have you everything out for supper?" asked Nan with her
mother's manner.
Mitty rolled her eyes in Nan's direction, but vouchsafed no reply,
continuing to sing in a little higher key:
"When she-e gabe de co' to Adam,
Whe-en she gabe de co' to Adam,
Whe-e-en she gabe de co' to Adam,
Lord, what a try-y-yin' time."
"I want to know," repeated Nan severely, "if you have everything out
for supper?"
"I has what I has," returned Mitty, breaking some splinters of wood
across her knee.
"I wish you'd answer me properly," said Nan, impatiently.
"Yuh ain' de lady ob de house," returned Mitty, provokingly. "Yuh ain'
but jest a little peepin' chick. Yuh ain' even fryin' size yet."
"I think when mother sends me with a message, it is your place to
answer me," said Nan with her head in the air. "I will see if Unc'
Landy can get you to tell me what mother wants to know." And she
stalked out.
As Unc' Landy was Mitty's grandfather, and the only being of whom she
stood in awe, this had its effect. "I tell yuh, Miss Nan, 'deed an'
'deed I will," cried Mitty, running after her and hastily enumerating
the necessary articles to be given out from the pantry. "'Tain' no
buttah, 'tain' no sugah, jest a little bit o' co'n meal. Oh, Miss Nan!"
But Nan had passed beyond hearing and was resolutely turning her steps
toward Unc' Landy's quarters, a comfortable brick cabin which stood
about fifty yards from the house. The old man was sitting before its
door industriously mending a hoe-handle. It was not often that Nan
complained of Mitty, for she, too, well knew the effect of such a
course. Upon this occasion, however, she felt that her future authority
depended upon establishing present relations and that it would never
do to let Mitty know she had worsted the eldest daughter of the house.
"Unc' Landy, I wish you'd speak to Mitty," said Nan. "She wouldn't tell
me what to give out for supper and mother gave me the keys to attend to
it for her; she's busy sewing."
Unc' Landy seized the hoe-handle upon which he was at work, and made
an energetic progress toward the kitchen, catching the unlucky Mitty
as she was about to flee. Brandishing his hoe-handle, he threateningly
cried: "Wha' yo' mannahs? I teach yuh show yo' sassy ways to one of de
fambly!"
Up went Mitty's arm to defend herself from the impending blow while she
whimpered forth: "I done say 'tain' no buttah; 'tain' no sugah; the's a
little bit o' meal; an' Miss Nan ain' hyah me."
"Ef I bus' yo' haid open den mebbe she kin hyah yuh nex' time," said
Unc' Landy catching the girl's shoulder and beginning to bang her head
against the door.
But here Nan, feeling that Mitty was scared into good behavior
interfered. "That will do, Unc' Landy. If she told me, it is all right."
"She gwine speak loudah an' quickah nex' time," said Unc' Landy,
shaking his hoe-handle at Mitty. "Yuh tell Miss Nan what she ast yuh,
er I'll fetch Mr. Hoe ober hyah agin an' try both ends, so yuh see
which yuh lak bes'." And he went off muttering about "dese yer no
'count young niggahs what so busy tryin' to be sma't dey ain' no time
to larn sense."
The thoroughly humbled Mitty meekly answered all Nan's questions and
Nan felt that she was fortified with authority for some time to come.
Nan was always shocked and repelled by Unc' Landy's methods, and only
in extreme cases was she willing to appeal to him. Such appeals,
sometimes bringing swifter and more extreme punishment, so affected Nan
as to make her avoid Unc' Landy for days. He was always so very tender
and courteous to every member of the "fambly" that it seemed almost
incredible that he should be so merciless to one of his own flesh and
blood, but such was a common attitude of the older negroes toward
the younger ones, and his was not an unusual case. When Mrs. Corner
was on hand she never permitted the old man to exercise his rights
toward Mitty, but once or twice when the girl had overstepped bounds
in his presence, he had meted out punishment to her later on, so she
feared him while she respected him, praising him lavishly to her boon
companions.
"Gran'daddy got a pow'ful long ahm," she would say, "an' man, I say he
swif' an' strong, mos' lak angel Gabr'el wid he swo'd an' trumpet. I
mos' as feared o' gran'daddy as I is o' angel Gabr'el. Ef gran'daddy
call me an' angel Gabr'el blow he trumpet at de same time I don' know
which I bleedged to min'. I specs I run a bilin' to gran'daddy fust."
Having established her position in the kitchen, Nan returned to her
mother. Every moment seemed precious now, and that night after Mary
Lee was asleep, Nan crept softly from her bed and laid herself down
by her mother whose arms clasped her close, but who did not allow her
to remain. "It is not well for you to sleep with me, dear," she said.
"It will be better for us both if you go back to your own room." Nan
obeyed, but it was an anxious hour that she spent before sleep visited
her. The night hours brought her many forebodings, and she felt that
her young spirit was stretching beyond the limits of childhood toward
that larger and less happy region of womanhood.
[Illustration: CHAPTER V
HOUSEWIFELY CARES]