Part 11 (1/2)
OVER THE WAY
”Deacon,” said Mrs. Weight, ”Mis' Tree is sick!”
”Now, reelly!” said the deacon. ”Is that so?”
”It is so. She sent for Doctor Strong this morning. I saw Direxia go out, and she was gone just the len'th of time to go to the girls' and back. Pretty soon he came, riding like mad on that wheel thing of his.
He stayed 'most an hour, and came out with a face a yard long. I expect it's her last sickness, don't you?”
”Mebbe so!” said the deacon, dubiously. ”Mis' Tree has had a long life; she'd oughter be prepared; I trust she is. She has always loved the world's things, but I trust she is. Ain't this ruther a slim dinner, Viny? I was looking for a boiled dinner to-day, kind of.”
”Fried apples and pork was good enough for my father,” replied his wife, ”and I guess they'll do for you, Ephraim Weight. Doctor Strong says you eat too much every day of your life, and that's why you run to flesh so. Not that I think much of what he says. I asked him how he accounted for me being so fleshy, and not the value of a great spoonful pa.s.sing my lips some days; he made answer he couldn't say. I think less of that young man's knowledge every time I see him. 'Pears to me if I was the Blyth girls, I should be real unwilling to have my aunt pa.s.s away with no better care than she's likely to get from him. Billy, where's your push-piece? I don't want to see you push with your fingers again. It's real vulgar.”
”I've eat it!” said Billy. ”Mother, there's the young lady from Miss Blythses going in to Mis' Tree's.”
”I want to know--so she is! She's got a bag with her. She's going to stay. Well, I expect that settles it. I should think Phoebe and Vesta would feel kind o' bad, being pa.s.sed over in that way, but it's pleasant to have young folks about a dying bed--Annie Lizzie, I'll slap you if you don't stop kicking under the table--and Nathaniel was always his aunt's favourite. Most likely she's left her property to him, or to this girl. I expect it'll be a handsome provision. Mis' Tree has lived handsome and close all her days. As you say, deacon, I hope she's prepared, but I never see any signs of active piety in her myself.”
There was a pause, while all the family--except Annie Lizzie, who profited by the interlude to take two doughnuts beyond her usual allowance--gazed eagerly at the house opposite.
”She's questioning Direxia. She's shaking her head. Mebbe it's all over by now; I expect it is. I declare, there's a kind of solemn look comes over a house--you can't name it, but it's there. Deacon, I think you'd ought to step over. Elder Haskell is away, you know, and you senior deacon; I do certainly think you'd ought to step over and offer prayer, or do whatever's needful. They'll want you to break it to the girls, like as not; it's terrible to have no man in a family. All them lone women, and everything to see to; I declare, my heart warms to 'em, if Phoebe _is_ cranky. Ain't you going, Deacon?”
The deacon hesitated. ”I--ain't sure that I'd better, Viny!” he said.
”I feel no a.s.surance that Mis' Tree has pa.s.sed away, and she is not one that welcomes inquiry as a rule. I've no objection to asking at the door--”
”Now, Deacon, if that isn't you all over! you are always so afraid of putting yourself forward. Where would you have been this day, I should like to know, if it hadn't been for me shoving behind? I tell you, when folks comes to their last end they suffer a great change. If you let that woman die--though it's my firm belief she's dead a'ready--without at least trying to bring her state before her, you'll have to answer for it; I won't be responsible. Here's your hat; now you go right over.
There's no knowing--”
”There's Doctor Strong going in now!” pleaded the deacon. ”Most likely he will see to--”
”Ephraim Weight! look me in the eye! We've lived opposite neighbours to Mis' Tree twenty years, and do you think I'm going to have it said that when her time came to die we stood back and let strangers, and next door to heathen, do for her? If you don't go over. I shall. Mebbe I'd better go, anyway. Wait till I get my bunnit--”
It ended with the deacon's going alone. Slowly and unwillingly he plodded across the street, and shuffled up the walk; timidly and half-heartedly he lifted the s.h.i.+ning knocker and let it fall. Direxia Hawkes opened the door, and he pa.s.sed in.
”Well?” said Mrs. Weight.
The deacon had not made a long stay at the opposite house. Returning faster than he came, his large white cheeks were slightly flushed; his pale blue eyes wore a startled look. He suffered his wife to take his hat and stick from him, and opened his mouth once or twice, but said nothing.
”Well?” said Mrs. Weight again. ”Is she dead, Deacon? Ephraim, what has happened to you? have you lost the use of your speech? Oh! what will become of me, with these four innocent--”
”Woman, be still!” said Ephraim Weight; and his wife was still, gaping in utter bewilderment at this turning of her mammoth but patient worm.
”Mrs. Tree is not dead!” resumed the deacon. ”I don't see as she's any more likely to die than I am. I don't see as there's any living thing the matter with her--except the devil!”
At this second outburst Mrs. Weight collapsed, and sat down, her hands on her knees, staring at her husband. The children whimpered and crept behind her ample back. ”Pa” was transformed.
”I went to that house,” Deacon Weight went on, ”against my judgment, Viny; you know I did. I felt no call to go, quite the reverse, but you were so--
”I found Mis' Tree sitting up straight in her chair in the parlour. She had her nightcap on, and her feet in a footm.u.f.f, but that was all the sign of sickness I could see. She looked up at me as wicked as ever I saw her. 'Here's the deacon,' she says! 'he's heard I'm sick--Viny saw you come, doctor,--and he has come to pray over me. I'm past praying for, Deacon. Have some orange cordial!'
”There was gla.s.ses on the tray, and a decanter of that cordial Direxia makes; it's too strong for a temperance household. Doctor Strong and that young Blyth girl were sitting on two stools, and they was all three playing cards! I suppose I looked none too well pleased, for Mis'