Part 35 (1/2)
The one meeting ended all communication between the child and old lady, until Katherine was graduated with the highest honours, and wrote Aunt Jane that she was now fitted to make her own way in the world as a teacher, and would soon begin paying back the heavy obligation of the years in school.
To her surprise, Aunt Jane invited her to come for a visit to the old-fas.h.i.+oned homestead in Maine. ”I'd like to see what sort of a person I am responsible for,” the old lady wrote. ”Your reports from school regarding marks and deportment are satisfactory; but you can't wear these placarded on your breast for the rest of your life. So I'd like to have a look at you.”
The inspection proved sufficient for the old lady to unbend and become almost human. Katherine's grat.i.tude and her sincere desire to avoid being a burden, won Aunt Jane's silent approbation. After two weeks, when Katherine spoke again of plans to start earning her own living, the old lady had turned on her fiercely.
”Do you call that grat.i.tude?” she demanded glaring through her steel-rimmed gla.s.ses. ”Leaving me alone in this big house with only Ann, and she's a fool!”
Ann was the one maid employed, she refused to share her responsibilities with any other servant. Ann was a family heirloom, but despite her age she clung tenaciously to life. In fact, it had become a grim determination on the part of Ann, and likewise on the part of Aunt Jane, not to die first.
”Ann's just itching to see me buried,” averred Aunt Jane, ”and every morning when I go to breakfast she watches to see whether I eat all the boiled egg, or two full pieces of toast. I'm tired of being shut up alone with her all winter.”
So Katherine remained, and for a wonder, Ann, too, approved.
”Miss Grimes is just waitin' for me to die,” Ann grumbled, ”but her Paw's will says I'm to have a home here as long as I live. And I'll be here long after I hear 'em singing over her coffin. I'm glad you're going to stay here. The winters are terrible when we're snowed in so long, just her and me, and she's awful old and crotchetty.”
Companion, housekeeper, peacemaker between the two old women; nurse to each in turn; secretary for Aunt Jane's large business correspondence and charities, Katherine paid her debt cheerfully for three years, and nothing broke the monotony of her life.
During the winter months the seaside village hibernated, but in the summer it woke as a resort for wealthy society people who wished to avoid what they termed ”the rabble.” It was only for a short period; and during that time, Aunt Jane shut her front blinds tightly, and with Katherine and various old-fas.h.i.+oned trunks containing her feather bed and own linen, hied to a still more remote farm inland; only returning when the gay, social whirl was a thing of the past.
But, the third summer, Aunt Jane succ.u.mbed to a touch, of gout, and had not the courage to go away from the old doctor who had attended her family for two generations. He had presided at the advent of Aunt Jane into this world of troubles. ”I don't mind his seeing my bare foot and ankle,” she announced, ”but I'm not going around showing it to any strange man at my age, even if he is a doctor.”
So the trunks and feather mattress were not disturbed, the green blinds were not fastened, and the wide porch become a place of habitation after Katherine had installed chairs, a couch, books, and at last a tiny table which was used in the afternoons for a cup of tea out of the old-fas.h.i.+oned blue and white china--the pride of Aunt Jane's heart.
Ann's austere face relaxed, and on one memorable occasion, Katherine found the erstwhile foes, laughing together over long-forgotten jokes.
Then, the unexpected happened. While in a store, a former cla.s.smate recognized Katherine, and insisted on calling. Aunt Jane succ.u.mbed to the wiles of the newcomer, whose sympathy at Katherine's isolation resulted in various invitations to a ”bite of lunch with just me, alone.” Thus it was that Jim Glendon saw her one day, obtained an introduction and lost no time in his determination to marry her.
Aunt Jane, when the young man called, listened grimly to his family social a.s.sets and financial standing, then she looked him up and down appraisingly, and announced calmly, ”I don't like you. There's your hat.”
Glendon retreated in confusion to report to Katherine and her chum.
Between his insistence and the urging of the girl friend, the affair terminated in a hasty marriage. When Katherine broke the news to her aunt, she was informed that Katherine Courtney was dead. ”I've never been acquainted with any one named Katherine Glendon, and I don't care to meet such a person,” was Aunt Jane's ultimatum.
Each month, for several years, Katherine had written her aunt, but none of the letters had been answered. Then she wrote to Ann, and received the letter endorsed, DEAD! The writing was that of Aunt Jane, and Katherine had shed bitter tears; for she now understood that these two old women had given her their affection, and shown it in the only way they knew how.
Today she wrote again to Aunt Jane. The letter told without reserve or palliation, the conditions at the Circle Cross, the plan of Glendon to rob her of Donnie, and that the law gave men such rights. She reminded Aunt Jane of their last interview, ”You said then, 'When you wish the shelter of my home from the man you have married, you will be welcome--but not till then!' I beg sanctuary for my boy and myself. I will work till the flesh wears from my fingers, if you will try to help me someway now. I cannot give him up. If you ever loved any one in your entire life, Aunt Jane, try to remember it now, for my boy is the only thing that makes me try to live.”
The letter was splashed with tears. It was her last hope.
She gave it to Juan; ”Take it to the Hot Springs and ask them to please send it to town by the first person who goes from there.” Juan's eyes looked into hers, ”Si, Senora, I understand.” He tucked the letter into his s.h.i.+rt, mounted his waiting pony and loped down the canon.
He did understand, and what he told Doctor Powell and Limber caused the cowpuncher to saddle Peanut, take the letter and ride to Willc.o.x at once. Juan went back to the Circle Cross and reported, ”Leember, he was ready to start to Weelc.o.x, so he took the letter with heem, Senora.”
Juan knew that the Priest told him it was a mortal sin to lie; but he did not count this any lie--Limber had taken the letter to Willc.o.x.
Katherine wondered at herself, planning surrept.i.tiously to oppose her husband for the first time in the years of their married life; but, when her eyes went to the boy, she felt she had done right. Aunt Jane, if favourably disposed, would use all her wits to circ.u.mvent Glendon, whom she hated. If Glendon knew that Aunt Jane was ready to take her part and the boy's, he probably would not press the matter of sending Donnie away. Glendon's father had refused further financial aid, or to even communicate with his son, and Aunt Jane was wealthy. This might influence Glendon.
In her anxiety to get the letter off, Katherine had omitted mentioning her complete isolation from all mail facilities. Even, now she forgot it.
Night fell. Two hours after dark Glendon reached home. The horse from which he dismounted was worn and weary; the hair was stiff with dried sweat and lather, its flanks drawn.