SOME SAD TIDINGS.
The morning of the accident, when Quincy saw Ezekiel Pettengill standing
on the steps of Uncle Ike's house, Ezekiel was the bearer of some sad
tidings.
He recognized Quincy as the latter started to come up the path, and saw
him retrace his steps, and naturally thought, as most men would, that
the reason Quincy did not come in was because he did not wish to meet
him.
"Who was you looking after?" asked Uncle Ike, as Ezekiel entered the
room and closed the door.
"I think it was Mr. Sawyer," replied Ezekiel, "on his way to Eastborough
Centre."
"That Mr. Sawyer," said Uncle Ike, "is a very level-headed young man. He
called on me once and I like him very much. Do you know him, 'Zeke?"
"Yes, I know who he is," Ezekiel answered, "but I have never been
introduced to him. He nods and I nod, or I say, 'good mornin',' and he
says, 'good mornin'.'"
"Don't you go up to Deacon Mason's as much as you used to, 'Zeke?" asked
Uncle Ike. "I thought Huldy and you were going to make a match of it."
Ezekiel replied, "Well, to be honest, Uncle Ike, Huldy and me had a
little tiff, and I haven't seen her to speak to her for more than three
weeks, but I guess it will all come out all right some day."
"Well, you're on the right track, 'Zeke," said Uncle Ike. "Do all your
fighting before you get married. But what brings you down here so early
in the morning?"
"I've got some bad news," replied Ezekiel. "Have you heard from Alice
lately?"
"No," said Uncle Ike, "and I can't understand it. She has always written
to me once a fortnight, and it's a month now since I heard from her, and
she has sent me a book every Christmas until this last one."
"She has been very sick, Uncle Ike," said Ezekiel. "She was taken down
about the middle of December and was under the doctor's care for three
weeks."
"Is she better?" asked Uncle Ike eagerly.
"Yes, she is up again," said Ezekiel, "but she is very weak; but that
ain't the worst of it," he added.
"Why, what's the matter?" asked Uncle Ike. "Why didn't her friends let
us know?"
"She wouldn't let them," said Ezekiel. "If it hadn't been for what the
eye doctor told her she wouldn't have telegraphed to me what she did."
"Well, what's the matter with her?" cried Uncle Ike almost fiercely.
"Well, Uncle Ike," said Ezekiel, and the tears stood in his eyes as he
said it, "our Allie is almost blind, but the eye doctor says she will
get better, but it will take a very long time. She has had to give up
her job, and I am going to Boston again to-morrow to bring her home to
the old house."
"What's the matter with her eyes?" asked Uncle Ike.
"He called them cataracts," said Ezekiel, "or something like that."
Uncle Ike sat down in his armchair and thought for a minute or two.
"Yes," he said, "I know what they are; I have read all about them, and I
know people who have had them. One was a schoolmate of mine. He was a
mighty smart fellow and I felt sorry for him and used to help him out in
his studies. I heard he had his eyes operated on and recovered his
sight."
"Well, the doctor she has," said Ezekiel, "is agin operations. He says
they can be cured without them. She drops something in her eyes and
blows something in them, and then the tears come, and then she sits
quietly with her hands folded, thinking, I suppose, till the time comes
to use the medicine again."
"What can I do to help you?" asked Uncle Ike. "You know I always loved
Alice even better than I did my own children, because she is more
lovable, I suppose. Now, 'Zeke, if you want any money for doctor's bills
or anything else, I am ready to do everything in the world I can for
Alice. Did she ask after me, 'Zeke?"
"Almost the first thing she said was, 'How is dear old Uncle Ike?' and
then she said how glad she would be to get back to Eastborough, where
she could have you to talk to. 'I am lonesome now,' she said, 'I cannot
write nor read, and the time passes so slowly with no one to talk to.'"
"But the poor dear girl can't walk down here to see me," said Uncle Ike.
"That's just what I came to see you about," said Ezekiel. "The greatest
favor you can do Alice and me is to come up to the old house and live
with us for a while and be company for Alice. You can have the big front
room that father and mother used to have, and Alice's room, you know, is
just side of that. In a little while I shall have to be busy on the farm
and poor Alice--"
"Don't talk any more about it, 'Zeke," said Uncle Ike. "Of course I'll
come. She will do me as much good as I'll do her. Send down the boys
with the team to-morrow noon and I'll be all settled by the time you get
back."
"I'll do it," said Ezekiel. "It is very good of you. Uncle Ike, to give
up your little home here that you like so much and come to live with us.
I know you wouldn't do it for anybody but Alice, and I'll leave her to
thank you when she gets down here."
Uncle Ike and Ezekiel shook hands warmly.
"Don't you need any money, 'Zeke?" asked Uncle Ike.
"No," replied Ezekiel. "Alice wouldn't let me pay out a cent; she had
some money saved up in the bank and she insisted on paying for
everything herself. She wouldn't come home till I promised 'her I'd let
her pay her board when she got able to work again."
"She always was independent," said Uncle Ike, "and that was one reason
why I liked her. But more than that, she is the fairest-minded and
best-tempered woman I ever met in my life, and I have seen a good many."
Ezekiel shook hands again with Uncle Ike, and then started off briskly
with a much lighter heart than he had before the interview. Reaching
home he astonished Mandy Skinner by telling her that he was going to
bring his sister down from Boston and that Uncle Ike was coming to live
with them for a while.
"My Lord!" cried Mandy, "and do you expect me to do all this extra
work?"
"I don't expect nothing," said Ezekiel. "You can get old Mrs. Crowley to
come and do the heavy work, and I guess you can get along. You allus
said you liked her, she was such a nice washer and ironer. She can have
the little room over the ell, and I'll give you a dollar a week extra
for your trouble. Do you think you can get along, Mandy?"
Mandy answered, "I know I can with your sister all right, but if your
Uncle Ike comes out here in the kitchen and tells me how to roast meat
and make pies, as he did once, there will be trouble, and he may have to
do all the cooking."
Ezekiel smiled, but said nothing, and went off upstairs to look at the
two rooms that were to be occupied by Uncle Ike and poor Allie.