Mrs. Mumpson's Vicissitudes
Having completed her preparations for supper, Jane stole timidly up to
Holcroft's room to summon him. Her first rap on his door was scarcely
audible, then she ventured to knock louder and finally to call him, but
there was no response. Full of vague dread she went to her mother's
room and said, "He won't answer me. He's so awful mad that I don't
know what he'll do."
"I think he has left his apartment," her mother moaned from the bed.
"Why couldn't yer tell me so before?" cried Jane. "What yer gone to bed
for? If you'd only show some sense and try to do what he brought you
here for, like enough he'd keep us yet."
"My heart's too crushed, Jane--"
"Oh, bother, bother!" and the child rushed away. She looked into the
dark parlor and called, "Mr. Holcroft!" Then she appeared in the
kitchen again, the picture of uncouth distress and perplexity. A
moment later she opened the door and darted toward the barn.
"What do you wish, Jane?" said Holcroft, emerging from a shadowy corner
and recalling her.
"Sup--supper's--ready," sobbed the child.
He came in and sat down at the table, considerately appearing not to
notice her until she had a chance to recover composure. She vigorously
used the sleeve of both arms in drying her eyes, then stole in and
found a seat in a dusky corner.
"Why don't you come to supper?" he asked quietly.
"Don't want any."
"You had better take some up to your mother."
"She oughtn't to have any."
"That doesn't make any difference. I want you to take up something to
her, and then come down and eat your supper like a sensible girl."
"I aint been sensible, nor mother nuther."
"Do as I say, Jane." The child obeyed, but she couldn't swallow
anything but a little coffee.
Holcroft was in a quandary. He had not the gift of speaking soothing
yet meaningless words, and was too honest to raise false hopes. He was
therefore almost as silent and embarrassed as Jane herself. To the
girl's furtive scrutiny he did not seem hardened against her, and she
at last ventured, "Say, I didn't touch them drawers after you told me
not to do anything on the sly."
"When were they opened? Tell me the truth, Jane."
"Mother opened them the first day you left us alone. I told her you
wouldn't like it, but she said she was housekeeper; she said how it was
her duty to inspect everything. I wanted to inspect, too. We was jes'
rummagin'--that's what it was. After the things were all pulled out,
mother got the rocker and wouldn't do anything. It was gettin' late,
and I was frightened and poked 'em back in a hurry. Mother wanted to
rummage ag'in the other day and I wouldn't let her; then, she wouldn't
let me have the keys so I could fix 'em up."
"But the keys were in my pocket, Jane."
"Mother has a lot of keys. I've told you jes' how it all was."
"Nothing was taken away?"
"No. Mother aint got sense, but she never takes things. I nuther
'cept when I'm hungry. Never took anything here. Say, are you goin' to
send us away?'
"I fear I shall have to, Jane. I'm sorry for you, for I believe you
would try to do the best you could if given a chance, and I can see you
never had a chance."
"No," said the child, blinking hard to keep the tears out of her eyes.
"I aint had no teachin'. I've jes' kinder growed along with the farm
hands and rough boys. Them that didn't hate me teased me. Say,
couldn't I stay in your barn and sleep in the hay?"
Holcroft was sorely perplexed and pushed away his half-eaten supper.
He knew himself what it was to be friendless and lonely, and his heart
softened toward this worse than motherless child.
"Jane," he said kindly, "I'm just as sorry for you as I can be, but you
don't know the difficulties in the way of what you wish, and I fear I
can't make you understand them. Indeed, it would not be best to tell
you all of them. If I could keep you at all, you should stay in the
house, and I'd be kind to you, but it can't be. I may not stay here
myself. My future course is very uncertain. There's no use of my
trying to go on as I have. Perhaps some day I can do something for
you, and if I can, I will. I will pay your mother her three months'
wages in full in the morning, and then I want you both to get your
things into your trunk, and I'll take you to your Cousin Lemuel's."
Driven almost to desperation, Jane suggested the only scheme she could
think of. "If you stayed here and I run away and came back, wouldn't
you keep me? I'd work all day and all night jes' for the sake of
stayin'."
"No, Jane," said Holcroft firmly, "you'd make me no end of trouble if
you did that. If you'll be a good girl and learn how to do things,
I'll try to find you a place among kind people some day when you're
older and can act for yourself."
"You're afraid 'fi's here mother'd come a-visitin," said the girl
keenly.
"You're too young to understand half the trouble that might follow. My
plans are too uncertain for me to tangle myself up. You and your
mother must go away at once, so I can do what I must do before it's too
late in the season. Here's a couple of dollars which you can keep for
yourself," and he went up to his room, feeling that he could not
witness the child's distress any longer.
He fought hard against despondency and tried to face the actual
condition of his affairs. "I might have known," he thought, "that
things would have turned out somewhat as they have, with such women in
the house, and I don't see much chance of getting better ones. I've
been so bent on staying and going on as I used to that I've just shut
my eyes to the facts." He got out an old account book and pored over
it a long time. The entries therein were blind enough, but at last he
concluded, "It's plain that I've lost money on the dairy ever since my
wife died, and the prospects now are worse than ever. That Weeks tribe
will set the whole town talking against me and it will be just about
impossible to get a decent woman to come here. I might as well have an
auction and sell all the cows but one at once. After that, if I find I
can't make out living alone, I'll put the place in better order and
sell or rent. I can get my own meals after a fashion, and old Jonathan
Johnson's wife will do my washing and mending. It's time it was done
better than it has been, for some of my clothes make me look like a
scarecrow. I believe Jonathan will come with his cross dog and stay
here too, when I must be away. Well, well, it's a hard lot for a man;
but I'd be about as bad off, and a hundred-fold more lonely, if I went
anywhere else.
"I can only feel my way along and live a day at a time. I'll learn
what can be done and what can't be. One thing is clear: I can't go on
with this Mrs. Mumpson in the house a day longer. She makes me creep
and crawl all over, and the first thing I know I shall be swearing like
a bloody pirate unless I get rid of her.
"If she wasn't such a hopeless idiot I'd let her stay for the sake of
Jane, but I won't pay her good wages to make my life a burden a day
longer," and with like self-communings he spent the evening until the
habit of early drowsiness overcame him.
The morning found Jane dispirited and a little sullen, as older and
wiser people are apt to be when disappointed. She employed herself in
getting breakfast carelessly and languidly, and the result was not
satisfactory.
"Where's your mother?" Holcroft asked when he came in.
"She told me to tell you she was indisposed."
"Indisposed to go to Lemuel Weeks'?"
"I 'spect she means she's sick."
He frowned and looked suspiciously at the girl. Here was a new
complication, and very possibly a trick.
"What's the matter with her?"
"Dunno."
"Well, she had better get well enough to go by this afternoon," he
remarked, controlling his irritation with difficulty, and nothing more
was said.
Full of his new plans he spent a busy forenoon and then came to dinner.
It was the same old story. He went up and knocked at Mrs. Mumpson's
door, saying that he wished to speak with her.
"I'm too indisposed to transact business," she replied feebly.
"You must be ready tomorrow morning," he called. "I have business plans
which can't be delayed," and he turned away muttering rather sulphurous
words.
"He will relent; his hard heart will soften at last--" But we shall not
weary the reader with the long soliloquies with which she beguiled her
politic seclusion, as she regarded it. Poor, unsophisticated Jane made
matters worse. The condition of life among her much-visited relatives
now existed again. She was not wanted, and her old sly, sullen, and
furtive manner reasserted itself. Much of Holcroft's sympathy was thus
alienated, yet he partially understood and pitied her. It became,
however, all the more clear that he must get rid of both mother and
child, and that further relations with either of them could only lead
to trouble.
The following morning only Jane appeared. "Is your mother really sick?"
he asked.
"S'pose so," was the laconic reply.
"You haven't taken much pains with the breakfast, Jane."
"'Taint no use."
With knitted brows he thought deeply, and silently ate the wretched
meal which had been prepared. Then, remarking that he might do some
writing, he went up to a small attic room which had been used
occasionally by a hired man. It contained a covered pipe-hole leading
into the chimney flue. Removing the cover, he stopped up the flue with
an old woolen coat. "I suppose I'll have to meet tricks with tricks,"
he muttered.
Returning to his own apartment, he lighted a fire in the stove and laid
upon the kindling blaze some dampened wood, then went out and quietly
hitched his horses to the wagon.
The pungent odor of smoke soon filled the house. The cover over the
pipe-hole in Mrs. Mumpson's room was not very secure, and thick volumes
began to pour in upon the startled widow. "Jane!" she shrieked.
If Jane was sullen toward Holcroft, she was furious at her mother, and
paid no heed at first to her cry.
"Jane, Jane, the house is on fire!"
Then the child did fly up the stairway. The smoke seemed to confirm
the words of her mother, who was dressing in hot haste. "Run and tell
Mr. Holcroft!" she cried.
"I won't," said the girl. "If he won't keep us in the house, I don't
care if he don't have any house."
"No, no, tell him!" screamed Mrs. Mumpson. "If we save his house he
will relent. Gratitude will overwhelm him. So far from turning us
away, he will sue, he will plead for forgiveness for his former
harshness; his home saved will be our home won. Just put our things in
the trunk first. Perhaps the house can't be saved, and you know we
must save OUR things. Help me, quick! There, there; now, now"--both
were sneezing and choking in a half-strangled manner. "Now let me lock
it; my hand trembles so; take hold and draw it out; drag it downstairs;
no matter how it scratches things!"
Having reached the hall below, she opened the door and shrieked for
Holcroft; Jane also began running toward the barn. The farmer came
hastily out, and shouted, "What's the matter?"
"The house is on fire!" they screamed in chorus.
To carry out his ruse, he ran swiftly to the house. Mrs. Mumpson stood
before him wringing her hands and crying, "Oh, dear Mr. Holcroft, can't
I do anything to help you? I would so like to help you and--"
"Yes, my good woman, let me get in the door and see what's the matter.
Oh, here's your trunk. That's sensible. Better get it outside," and
he went up the stairs two steps at a time and rushed into his room.
"Jane, Jane," ejaculated Mrs. Mumpson, sinking on a seat in the porch,
"he called me his good woman!" But Jane was busy dragging the trunk
out of doors. Having secured her own and her mother's worldly
possessions, she called, "Shall I bring water and carry things out?"
"No," he replied, "not yet. There's something the matter with the
chimney," and he hastened up to the attic room, removed the clog from
the flue, put on the cover again, and threw open the window.
Returning, he locked the door of the room which Mrs. Mumpson had
occupied and came downstairs. "I must get a ladder and examine the
chimney," he said as he passed.
"Oh, my dear Mr. Holcroft!" the widow began.
"Can't talk with you yet," and he hastened on.
"As soon as he's sure the house is safe, Jane, all will be well."
But the girl had grown hopeless and cynical. She had not penetrated
his scheme to restore her mother to health, but understood the man well
enough to be sure that her mother's hopes would end as they had in the
past. She sat down apathetically on the trunk to see what would happen
next.
After a brief inspection Holcroft came down from the roof and said,
"The chimney will have to be repaired," which was true enough and
equally so of other parts of the dwelling. The fortunes of the owner
were reflected in the appearance of the building.
If it were a possible thing Holcroft wished to carry out his ruse
undetected, and he hastened upstairs again, ostensibly to see that all
danger had passed, but in reality to prepare his mind for an intensely
disagreeable interview. "I'd rather face a mob of men than that one
idiotic woman," he muttered. "I could calculate the actions of a
setting hen with her head cut off better than I can this widow's. But
there's no help for it," and he came down looking very resolute. "I've
let the fire in my stove go out, and there's no more danger," he said
quietly, as he sat down on the porch opposite Mrs. Mumpson.
"Oh-h," she exclaimed, with a long breath of relief, "we've saved the
dwelling. What would we have done if it had burned down! We would
have been homeless."
"That may be my condition soon, as it is," he said coldly. "I am very
glad, Mrs. Mumpson, that you are so much better. As Jane told you, I
suppose, I will pay you the sum I agreed to give you for three months'
service--"
"My dear Mr. Holcroft, my nerves have been too shaken to talk business
this morning," and the widow leaned back and looked as if she were
going to faint. "I'm only a poor lone woman," she added feebly, "and
you cannot be so lacking in the milk of human kindness as to take
advantage of me."
"No, madam, nor shall I allow you and Lemuel Weeks to take advantage of
me. This is my house and I have a right to make my own arrangements."
"It might all be arranged so easily in another way," sighed the widow.
"It cannot be arranged in any other way--" he began.
"Mr. Holcroft," she cried, leaning suddenly forward with clasped hands
and speaking effusively, "you but now called me your good woman. Think
how much those words mean. Make them true, now that you've spoken
them. Then you won't be homeless and will never need a caretaker."
"Are you making me an offer of marriage?" he asked with lowering brow.
"Oh, no, indeed!" she simpered. "That wouldn't be becoming in me. I'm
only responding to your own words."
Rising, he said sternly, "No power on earth could induce me to marry
you, and that would be plain enough if you were in your right mind. I
shall not stand this foolishness another moment. You must go with me
at once to Lemuel Weeks'. If you will not, I'll have you taken to an
insane asylum."
"To an insane asylum! What for?" she half shrieked, springing to her
feet.
"You'll see," he replied, going down the steps. "Jump up, Jane! I
shall take the trunk to your cousin's. If you are so crazy as to stay
in a man's house when he don't want you and won't have you, you are fit
only for an asylum."
Mrs. Mumpson was sane enough to perceive that she was at the end of her
adhesive resources. In his possession of her trunk, the farmer also
had a strategic advantage which made it necessary for her to yield.
She did so, however, with very bad grace. When he drove up, she
bounced into the wagon as if made of India rubber, while Jane followed
slowly, with a look of sullen apathy. He touched his horses with the
whip into a smart trot, scarcely daring to believe in his good fortune.
The lane was rather steep and rough, and he soon had to pull up lest
the object of his unhappy solicitude should be jolted out of the
vehicle. This gave the widow her chance to open fire. "The end has not
come yet, Mr. Holcroft," she said vindictively. "You may think you are
going to have an easy triumph over a poor, friendless, unfortunate,
sensitive, afflicted woman and a fatherless child, but you shall soon
learn that there's a law in the land. You have addressed improper
words to me, you have threatened me, you have broken your agreement. I
have writings, I have a memory, I have language to plead the cause of
the widow and the fatherless. I have been wronged, outraged, trampled
upon, and then turned out of doors. The indignant world shall hear my
story, the finger of scorn will be pointed at you. Your name will
become a byword and a hissing. Respecterble women, respecterbly
connected, will stand aloof and shudder."
The torrent of words was unchecked except when the wheels struck a
stone, jolting her so severely that her jaws came together with a click
as if she were snapping at him.
He made no reply whatever, but longed to get his hands upon Lemuel
Weeks. Pushing his horses to a high rate of speed, he soon reached that
interested neighbor's door, intercepting him just as he was starting to
town.
He looked very sour as he saw his wife's relatives, and demanded
harshly, "What does this mean?"
"It means," cried Mrs. Mumpson in her high, cackling tones, "that he's
said things and done things too awful to speak of; that he's broken his
agreement and turned us out of doors."
"Jim Holcroft," said Mr. Weeks, blustering up to the wagon, "you can't
carry on with this high hand. Take these people back to your house
where they belong, or you'll be sorry."
Holcroft sprang out, whirled Mr. Weeks out of his way, took out the
trunk, then with equal expedition and no more ceremony lifted down Mrs.
Mumpson and Jane.
"Do you know what you're about?" shouted Mr. Weeks in a rage. "I'll
have the law on you this very day."
Holcroft maintained his ominous silence as he hitched his horses
securely. Then he strode toward Weeks, who backed away from him. "Oh,
don't be afraid, you sneaking, cowardly fox!" said the farmer bitterly.
"If I gave you your desserts, I'd take my horsewhip to you. You're
going to law me, are you? Well, begin today, and I'll be ready for you.
I won't demean myself by answering that woman, but I'm ready for you in
any way you've a mind to come. I'll put you and your wife on the
witness stand. I'll summon Cousin Abram, as you call him, and his
wife, and compel you all under oath to give Mrs. Mumpson a few
testimonials. I'll prove the trick you played on me and the lies you
told. I'll prove that this woman, in my absence, invaded my room, and
with keys of her own opened my dead wife's bureau and pulled out her
things. I'll prove that she hasn't earned her salt and can't, and may
prove something more. Now, if you want to go to law, begin. Nothing
would please me better than to show up you and your tribe. I've
offered to pay this woman her three months' wages in full, and so have
kept my agreement. She has not kept hers, for she's only sat in a
rocking chair and made trouble. Now, do as you please. I'll give you
all the law you want. I'd like to add a horsewhipping, but that would
give you a case and now you haven't any."
As Holcroft uttered these words sternly and slowly, like a man angry
indeed but under perfect self-control, the perspiration broke out on
Weeks' face. He was aware that Mrs. Mumpson was too well known to play
the role of a wronged woman, and remembered what his testimony and that
of many others would be under oath. Therefore, he began, "Oh, well,
Mr. Holcroft! There's no need of your getting in such a rage and
threatening so; I'm willing to talk the matter over and only want to do
the square thing."
The farmer made a gesture of disgust as he said, "I understand you,
Lemuel Weeks. There's no talking needed and I'm in no mood for it.
Here's the money I agreed to pay. I'll give it to Mrs. Mumpson when
she has signed this paper, and you've signed as witness of her
signature. Otherwise, it's law. Now decide quick, I'm in a hurry."
Objections were interposed, and Holcroft, returning the money to his
pocket, started for his team, without a word. "Oh, well!" said Weeks in
strong irritation, "I haven't time for a lawsuit at this season of the
year. You are both cranks, and I suppose it would be best for me and
my folks to be rid of you both. It's a pity, though, you couldn't be
married and left to fight it out."
Holcroft took the whip from his wagon and said quietly, "If you speak
another insulting word, I'll horsewhip you and take my chances."
Something in the man's look prevented Weeks from uttering another
unnecessary remark. The business was soon transacted, accompanied
with Mrs. Mumpson's venomous words, for she had discovered that she
could stigmatize Holcroft with impunity. He went to Jane and shook her
hand as he said goodby. "I am sorry for you, and I won't forget my
promise;" then drove rapidly away.
"Cousin Lemuel," said Mrs. Mumpson plaintively, "won't you have Timothy
take my trunk to our room?"
"No, I won't," he snapped. "You've had your chance and have fooled it
away. I was just going to town, and you and Jane will go along with
me," and he put the widow's trunk into his wagon.
Mrs. Weeks came out and wiped her eyes ostentatiously with her apron as
she whispered, "I can't help it, Cynthy. When Lemuel goes off the
handle in this way, it's no use for me to say anything."
Mrs. Mumpson wept hysterically as she was driven away. Jane's sullen
and apathetic aspect had passed away in part for Holcroft's words had
kindled something like hope.