There was a long silence; no one cared to break it. As for me, I felt
as if stricken dumb by what I was hearing. I knew, intuitively, what I
was about to hear. Mrs. Macleod put her hand on Cale's hard brown fist
as it lay on his knee. I am sure the sympathetic pressure prolonged
the silence. Doctor Rugvie and Jamie were staring into the fire. I
could not take my eyes from Cale's face; I was as if fascinated. He,
on the contrary, never looked once my way.
His voice grew husky towards the last; it was not till he had cleared
his throat several times that he could speak.
"I ain't said much 'bout Happy,--that's short for Keren-happuch, the
name she always went by,--but she was the fust thing I took any
interest in after thet. My wife charged me over an' over again to look
out fer her, an' I 'd begun ter think 't was time.
"There ain't no telling jest what Happy was. She war n't what you 'd
call real harn'some, not at fust; but she had a way with her thet was
winnin', an' a laugh thet always put me in mind of our old North Crick
in August when it goes gurglin' an' winnerin' over its stony bed. She
had a smile, too, to match the laugh. There ain't no tellin' what she
was like. She was jest Happy, an' there warn't a likely chap this side
of the border and t'other, thet knew her, who had n't tried ter get
some hold on her. But 't war n't no use; she jest laughed 'em off,
fust one, then t' other--but still they kept tryin' till she was
twenty-one.
"On her birthday she come over to me jest 'bout dusk as I was milkin'
in the shed,--I can see her now, standin' by old Speckles' head an'
hangin' on tight ter both her horns as if fer support--an' turnin'
sudden ter me with a kind o' laugh, thet sounded a good deal more like
a choked-down sob, she says:
"'Brother Si.'
"My name is Silas C., but when I left what used ter be home ter me, I
war n't willin' ter have strangers call me by the name thet belonged
ter those I loved, so I 've been Cale to all the rest fer a good many
years now.
"'Brother Si,'says she, 'you loved my sister; won't you tell me what
ter do?'
"'What's up?' says I, fer I could n't collect myself she come on me so
sudden, an' I knew by her looks she meant business. Then she blurted
it all out:
"'George Jackson has asked me to marry him--an' father wants me to. I
don't know whether I ought ter.' She wound up with a sigh.
"'Why not?' says I, fer I war n't master enough of my feelin's to say
any more.
"'Well, I don't know exactly--only, I 'm afraid I don't love him as I
'd ought ter.'"
Cale moved uneasily. He leaned his elbows on his knees, resting his
chin in the palms of his hands. He continued in a lower voice:
"May the Lord forgive me, but I thought I was doin' fer the best to
argue her inter thinkin' she loved him, an' if she did n't, then she
would after marriage. An' I'd ought 'er known better! I ain't never
fergiven myself fer meddlin'.
"George Jackson was nigh ter me, although he was born in Canady an' I
in New England. His farm was a border one, just over the line. There
was about three hundred acres of extra good farmin' land and some heavy
timber. My five acres was on the border, too, an' many a time we 've
clasped hands over the old stone wall on our boundary, an' I 've said,
laughin': 'Blood 's thicker 'n water, boy!'
"I used ter work fer him a lot. He was his own master for he was an
orphan; an' I had mother, an' thet kinder drew us closer, fer mother
mothered him. There war n't a likelier young feller anywheres round.
He was ten years younger 'n me, an' I 'd half brought him up in the
farmin' line--proud of him, too, if I do say it.
"There war n't a gal in our village or out of it fer a good many miles
round thet had n't tried fer him but Happy--an' she was the only one he
'd ever had eyes fer. Thet's the way it mostly goes in life. He was
two years younger 'n she was--an' smart! He 'd been through the
Academy, an' would have made something of himself besides a farmer if
he had n't got bewitched, like most men sometimes in their lives, by a
gal.
"I 'd seen which way the wind was blowin' fer quite a while, but kept
still, fer George never wanted ter be interfered with, an' Happy was as
shy as a wood thrush. The long an' short of it is, they was engaged,
an' Job seemed ter think his luck had come at last. But it war n't so
with Happy. She never seemed the same after thet. She kept sayin' she
wanted ter see a little more of the world before she settled down.
An', sure enough, in September she got a chance; fer Keziah, who 'd
lost her husband an' been awful sick with chills an' fever, come back
ter the old place, an', as there war n't enough fer one more, Happy
teased Job ter let her go down with a neighbor's gal to Boston an' work
in a store there. 'Only fer a little while,' she said.
"George set his face against her goin' like flint, tellin' her he had
enough fer all. But I, knowin' what she said ter me thet night in the
milkin' shed, advised him ter let her go an' have her way, tellin' him
she 'd be all the happier afterwards, an' be contented ter settle down.
"Wal, she went, an' all Job's peace of mind went with her. You see he
was gettin' on in years, nigh on ter seventy-one, an' down with the
rheumatiz all thet winter an' spring. The next July he come down with
a kind of typhus, an' they sent fer Happy ter come home.
"The minute I see her, I knew she war n't the same Happy as went away.
She wore ear-jewels an' a locket, an' had plenty of city airs and ways;
but the old laugh an' smile war n't all there. She was harn'some,
though, at last! Harn'some as a picture, an' nobody blamed George fer
puttin' up with what he did fer the sake of gettin' her. She led him a
chase thet summer. She give him every chance ter break with her; but
he would n't, an' she dass n't, fer Job had set his heart on the match,
an' was thet weak an' childish thet he kept harpin' on their marriage
from mornin' till night, an' thet kept up George's courage more 'n
anything else. So things went on fer most two months.
"One afternoon, late in September--I shall never ferget the day fer 't
was Sunday, an' it seems as if the Sabbath was the devil's own day
after all--George an' me took the team ter go up ter the north pasture
to ketch his colts. Word had come down thet they 'd broke loose an'
needed ter be tended to thet very night; so, without sayin' nothin' ter
nobody, fer 't was only our own business if we _did_ go on Sunday, we
set out.
"On the way up George told me he an' Happy was ter be married the next
week, an' I, fer one, was mighty glad on 't, fer I longed ter see her
settled down an' like herself again.
"The north pasture lays up over the hill good two mile from the farm,
an' when we 'd gone 'bout half way, George reined up, an' says:
"'Let's hitch the team here an' go over ter the pasture crosslots. It
ain't more 'n half as fur, an' I 'm afraid it 'll get too dark ter
hitch 'em if we drive round the road.'
"'All right,' says I; an' we set off, George takin' the five-rail
fences at one bound an' walkin' as if on air.
"He was jest lettin' down the bars an' callin' the colts by name, when
we heard a team comin' from the north. Both of us stopped ter listen
an' see what 't was, fer there war n't but one road over the hill on
the north side, an' thet was so steep it war n't travelled many times a
year. We could look right down the slope of the pasture onter the road
'bout a hundred foot below, an', in a minute, a team hove in sight--the
horse followin' pretty much his own lead an' feelin' his way down as
best he could.
"There was a man an' a woman in the buggy pretty well occupied with one
'nother, fer his arm was round her, an' her head was leanin' on his
shoulder. Somehow I did n't like the look of it, an' I was jest
turnin' ter George ter say so, when I heard sech an oath from his lips
as gives me the creeps every time I think on 't.
"There war n't no time ter say a word, fer I see what he see jest as
plain as the sun in the sky:--the woman liftin' her face a little an'
the man kissin' her over 'n over again.... 'T was Happy.
"'Do you see thet?' says George, turnin' ter me with a glare like a
madman.
"'Yes,' says I, fer I could n't get out another word.
"'You lie!' says he, 'an' if you say thet again it 'll be the last word
as leaves your body alive!'
"An' with thet he sprung at me like a tiger, an' the Lord only knows 't
was my great pity fer him thet held my hand. But he did n't touch
me--oh, no! His hand dropped as if it had been shot, an', leanin' all
white an' quiverin' up against the fence, he dropped his head onter his
folded arms an' burst inter great sobs thet shook the rails. It was
like one of them spring freshets thet tears up the face of nature, an'
I knew he 'd be the better fer it, fer he was only a boy in his years,
if he was a man in his love.
"'You ain't goin' ter let 'em go?' was the first words I could muster
courage to say, as I see him turnin' back ter the pasture bars again.
"'Yes, I 'm goin' ter let them go--ter the devil,' he muttered, between
his teeth; then, turnin' ter me, as cool an' calm as if there war n't a
woman nor a sarpent in the world, he says:
"'You know, Si, there 's the colts ter be ketched, an' it's gettin'
late.'
"An', by the Lord Harry, they was ketched! I never see sech racin' an'
tearin' an' rarin'! He was all over the pasture ter once, so it
seemed, headin' 'em off, hangin' on ter their manes, throwin' himself
astride of fust one then 'nother. I thought the old pasture would be
ploughed ready fer spring sowin', the way their heels tore up the sod.
I dass n't help him fer I knew the madness thet had been on him, an'
the heat he was in, was workin' off thet way. So I kept out of his
way, an' within three quarters of an hour he 'd got those four colts
well in hand an' started fer home.
"Mother told me the rest.
"'Job had two sinkin' spells thet Sunday afternoon,' she said, 'an'
there war n't a drop of sperits in the house. I 'd used up the last of
the elderberry wine,' she said, 'an' long 'bout three o'clock, I told
Happy she 'd better run down to Seth White's an' get some brandy. She
come back in a hurry an' said he had n't a drop of anything in the
house, an' she 'd run down to the Crick House,--'t war n't more 'n a
mile--an' get some.
"'Thet's the last I see of her till half past eight,' said mother, 'an'
when she did come she was all of a shake. She said she 'd hurried so,
an' had ter wait at the tavern till they 'd sent down ter the next
village. I thought 't was kinder queer,' mother used ter say, 'fer 't
was the fust time I 'd ever known the Crick House to run dry of a
Sunday.
"'I did n't say nothin', but took the bottle an' started upstairs,
leavin' her settin' there on the settle. Job was ramblin' some, an'
Keziah had all she could do to keep him pacified.'
"George and me,"--Cale interrupted his story to explain to us,--"had
moved Job over inter the north chamber over the kitchen, fer 't was
handier ter tend him there; an' all the cookin' was done in the
woodshed. But you could hear every sound in the kitchen plain as could
be.
"'Job was jest fallin' asleep,' mother said, 'when I heard George come
in through the woodshed an' shut the door with a bang thet pretty nigh
raised the roof, an' started Job off again; an' I jest riz up out of my
chair ter give them young folks a piece of my mind when, all of a
suddin', I heard Happy cry out sharp, as if somebody was hurtin' her:
"'"Oh, don't--don't!"
"'Then I knew there was trouble brewin'. I held up my finger ter
Keziah ter keep still, an' slippin' down the back stairs, thet led
inter the kitchen, laid my eye to the crack in the door thet was part
open.
"'I could see Happy crouchin' on the settle with both hands over her
face, an' George, standin' over her, had laid a pretty heavy hand on
her shoulder.
"'"Who was thet devil?" says he, in a hoarse voice like a crow's-caw.
There was only a groan fer answer.
"'"Tell me the truth," says he with a great shudderin' breath thet
seemed ter go down clean ter his finger-tips, fer she shook like a leaf
under the power of his hands. "Are you fit ter be my wife?"
"'"Fit ter be your wife!" she shrieked, and with a bound thet shook his
hand free of her an' left her standin' face ter face with him. Then,
liftin' both her round white arms, she opened her little palms upwards
jest as if', mother said, 'she was tryin' ter reach the horns of the
altar, an' it sounded as if she was prayin': "As there 's my mother's
God in heaven above me, I am clean an' fit ter be your wife, George
Jackson, an' the wife of any honest man livin', an' if you 'll take me,
knowin' what you do--an' you 've seen all there was of harm--I 'll
marry you ter-morrow."
"'Her arms dropped by her side as if she had n't a mite of strength
left in her body, an' she looked at him with a look thet will ha'nt me
ter my dyin' day.'
"Mother said: 'If I 'd had a daughter, I 'd ruther laid her in her
grave than seen her marry any man with thet look on her face.'
"'"So help me God, Happy, I 'll save you from yourself an' marry you
ter-morrow," says George, slow an' solemn. An' at those words, Job riz
right up in bed an' hollered "Amen, amen!" till the rafters rung.'
"Mother 's told me the story over 'n over again, an' always in them
same words," said Cale thoughtfully. "She used ter say she guessed
Happy made a clean breast of it to George after hearin' that 'Amen'.
"Sure enough they was married the next day--late in the afternoon--when
Job had a lucid spell an' cried fer joy. 'I can leave you now, Happy,'
was all he said as he give 'em his blessin'. When night come on he
wandered again. He 'd had watchers more 'n three weeks, an' Keziah was
all tuckered out, an' mother too. I said I 'd watch thet night, but
Happy stuck to it she was goin' ter.
"'But, Happy--' says mother, with a meanin' look an' smile.
"'I know, Aunt Marthy.' She answered, sorter hesitatin'; then, settin'
the bowl of porridge she had in her hand down on the table, she
beckoned mother out inter the shed an', shuttin' the door tight, flung
her arms round mother's neck an' begged her ter speak ter George, an'
ask him ter let her watch jest this one night with her father.
"'He can't deny me thet, Aunt Marthy, an' if you had a daughter placed
as I am, would n't you do as much fer her?'
"Mother said she 'd never ferget the scairt look on the girl's face,
nor the feel of her two hands, like chunks of ice, round her neck.
"'My heart ached fer her,' mother said, 'an' I told her I 'd speak ter
George, an' I knew 't would be all right.'
"An' so 't was. He was only too glad to do anything fer her ter make
her feel easier in her mind; he said he 'd stretch out on the sofy in
the parlor, so as to be on hand if they wanted him.
"Mother set up till twelve, an' then Happy brought her up a steamin'
bowl of catnip tea.
"'Take it, Aunt Marthy,' she said, coaxin', 'it 'll do you good.'
"'Bless your thoughtful little soul,' says mother, an' gulped it down
as innercent as a lamb."
At this point Cale rose, with one stride reached the fireplace and gave
the backlog a mighty kick that sent the sparks in showers up the
chimney; then, seating himself again, he went on in a hard unyielding
voice:
"I ain't made up my mind whether I 've fergiven her or not. I s'pose I
have, seein' what the gal must have suffered after thet; but it was my
innercent lovin' mother--an' how she could have done it beats all
creation! But she was desp'rit.
"George got up twice in the night, but all was quiet. He even walked
round the house an' stood under the winder, hopin', as he told me
afterwards, to see her shadder on the curtain. The second time he went
out, he saw her pull aside the square of cotton an' look out. It was
nigh mornin' then and the lamp still burnin'. 'Bout half after five he
crept out in his stockin' feet, milked, an' turned the cows out; then
he come back, laid down, an' just after daybreak shet his eyes fer the
first time.
"When he woke it was 'bout eight o'clock, an' still nary a sound in the
house, fer Keziah had n't nothin' on her mind, 'cause mother took it
all off. Again he slipped out of doors an' see a dull red spot on the
curtain; it looked as if the light was burnin'. He thought she 'd
fallen asleep. On thet, he creeps up the back stairs an' looks inter
the chamber. There was mother stretched out on the cot unconscious,
her face as white an' drawn as the square of cotton beside it. Job was
breathin' heavy in the bed; the lamp was smellin' with the vilest smell
and--Happy was gone."
"Gone!" Jamie echoed.
"Yes, gone fer good--an' ter this day I can't quite make up my mind
whether I 've fergiven her or not.
"Mother come to in something less than half an hour and before the
doctor got there. We braced her up with a pint of strong coffee, an',
natcherly, she could n't remember nothing after she 'd took the catnip
tea--_and_ the laudanum.
"George rode right an' left, to get track of her, or rather them, fer
we all knew there was a man in the case after what we see. He
telegraphed ter them big cities, an' hired detectives fer the dirty
work; but they could n't get no clew. The folks at the Crick House
said there 'd been a man there sketching but they had n't seen him
sence Sunday night, when he left on foot. The gal, they said, had n't
been near the house, an' Seth White told mother, it was he give her the
brandy himself; so you can make what you can of it.
"'I 'm her husband, an' she belongs ter me,' was all George would say,
when we tried to make him give her up an' git a bill of divorce.
"Wal," said Cale sententiously, looking hard at the Doctor, "there 's
two ways of lookin' at thet, but it took him some time ter see it; an'
it war n't till he 'd travelled fer four months, east, north, south,
an' west as fur as the Rockies, thet he come home an' settled down to
farmin' again; but it would n't work. He war n't the same man; lost
his interest, an' was lettin' things go ter the dogs. He never took
ter drink, thet I know of. But there war n't no use talking ter him.
He was his own master an' would n't be interfered with.
"It might have been nine months after he 'd come home, mebbe 't was a
year, I don't remember, when he come to me one day with a telegram in
his hand--it had come up on the stage--an' handed it to me with the
face of a man ready ter face death or of a dead man jest come ter life,
I could n't say which.
"'Read it,' says he, shakin' like a man in drink; 'I can't.' An' I
read:
"'I am dyin' and alone among strangers; will you come to me fer the
sake of my child.' There was an address thet made George groan, fer he
'd been all over thet great Babel of New York, an' knew jest the kind
of place she was in.
"Wal, he went; an' three days afterwards he come home with the dead
body of the woman, as was his wife an' yet was n't--jest accordin' as
you look at it--an' a live child thet was hers an' not his 'n,
whichever way you look at it.
"Sech things ain't nothin' new to you, I s'pose?" Cale turned to the
Doctor.
"What became of the man?" said the Doctor, without answering his
question. During this recital his eyes never left Cale's face.
"Dunno."
"You don't know! What do you mean by that, Cale?" said Jamie.
"I mean," he answered slowly, "thet George Jackson never did nothin' by
halves. He come ter me one day--the day after the funeral--an' said he
was goin' away. An' he did; sold out an' went away."
"Did the child live?" Doctor Rugvie's voice broke the silence somewhat
sharply. I caught the flight of his thought; I am sure Jamie did also.
"Yes, lived ter be a blessing ter all she come nigh. She war n't more
'n three days old when he brought her home to Keziah. Happy was dead
when he found her; more 'n thet he never told us. He left something
for them with Lawyer Green--he told me he should do it. They lived on
thet in part; it helped ter support 'em, fer they was in a tight place.
Thet was how Job's luck came at last, poor soul--little enough it was.
He kept on fer years, I heard, but was always weak-minded after he was
told what had happened. They said he always used ter call the baby
'Happy', an' could n't bear her out of his sight. Then, when she was
'bout fourteen, he turned against her, an' kept thinkin' it was Happy
herself; kept harpin' on her marriage to George, an' flingin' of what
she 'd done inter her face, till the child could n't stand it no more.
She never knew the whole truth, they said, till she was fifteen; then
somebody was willin' ter tell her"--Cale smiled grimly--"as _they_ see
it, an' it 'bout finished what Job begun. I heard she never tasted a
morsel of food for two days. The last I heard about her was, she was
keepin' the district school. It's been most ten years now sence I
heard anything; you don't often meet a man from our way up in Manitoba
or the river basin of British Columbia, an' I never was no hand at
writin'. Sometime I mean ter look her up. I ain't been able ter do
fer her as I 'd ought ter, fer I had bad luck fer too many years--them
pesky western wildcat banks cleaned me out twice."
"By what name was the child christened?" asked the Doctor.
"Never was christened thet I know of."
"Oh, Cale, if only they had been happier!" It was Jamie who spoke with
almost a groan.
"Wal, thet's the mystery of it," was his quiet answer. Gathering his
loose-jointed frame together, he rose. "Guess I 'll go an' look after
the hosses; it's goin' ter be a skinner of a night." At the door he
turned.
"I know I ain't told you nothin' livenin', but it's life, an' I could
n't tell it no other way. It ain't jest the thing ter air fam'ly
troubles, but it's all past; an' what I 've told, I 've told ter my
friends, an' I 'll thank _you_ ter let what I 've said be 'twixt us
four."
We sat in silence for a while after he had left the room. I was
wondering how I could make excuse to get away from them all, get away
by myself and have it out with myself, when Jamie broke the silence:
"Doctor Rugvie, I 've been putting two and two together. You know what
you told us the last time you were here about that New York episode?
Do you suppose Cale's story is the key to that?"
"Possibly it might be, if those episodes were not of common
occurrence--there are so many all the time."
"I know; but this fitted in almost every detail. I would n't ask him
how long ago all this happened."
"Nor I," was the Doctor's reply, and his answer gave a glimpse of his
thought. "I will when it comes right."
"Dear old Cale," I murmured. I felt it incumbent on me to say
something, lest my unresponsiveness be noticed.
The Doctor rose and took a cigar from the box on the mantel, saying
almost to himself:
"'There may be heaven, there must be hell,
Meantime there is our earth here--well!'
"Good night, Mrs. Macleod, good night, Boy--Marcia, good night."
He spoke in his usual voice, but with noticeable abruptness.