Part 20 (1/2)
”I never heard you say anything about land before.”
”Certainly not,” said his mother, ”and I'm not saying anything about it now, for myself; but I can see why it means so much to Kate, why it's her natural element.”
”Well, I can't,” he said. ”I meet many men in business who started on land, and most of them were mighty glad to get away from it. What's the attraction?”
Kate waved her hand toward the distance.
”Oh, merely sky, and land, and water, and trees, and birds, and flowers, and fruit, and crops, and a few other things scarcely worth mentioning,” she said, lightly. ”I'm not in the mood to talk bushels, seed, and fertilization just now; but I understand them, they are in my blood. I think possibly the reason I want two hundred acres of land for myself is because I've been hard on the job of getting them for other people ever since I began to work, at about the age of four.”
”But if you want land personally, why didn't you work to get it for yourself?” asked John Jardine.
”Because I happened to be the omega of my father's system,” answered Kate.
Mrs. Jardine looked at her interestedly. She had never mentioned her home or parents before. The older woman did not intend to ask a word, but if Kate was going to talk, she did not want to miss one. Kate evidently was going to talk, for she continued: ”You see my father is land mad, and son crazy. He thinks a BOY of all the importance in the world; a GIRL of none whatever. He has the biggest family of any one we know. From birth each girl is worked like a man, or a slave, from four in the morning until nine at night. Each boy is worked exactly the same way; the difference lies in the fact that the girls get plain food and plainer clothes out of it; the boys each get two hundred acres of land, buildings and stock, that the girls have been worked to the limit to help pay for; they get nothing personally, worth mentioning.
I think I have two hundred acres of land on the brain, and I think this is the explanation of it. It's a pre-natal influence at our house; while we nurse, eat, sleep, and above all, WORK it, afterward.”
She paused and looked toward John Jardine calmly: ”I think,” she said, ”that there's not a task ever performed on a farm that I haven't had my share in. I have plowed, hoed, seeded, driven reapers and bound wheat, pitched hay and hauled manure, chopped wood and sheared sheep, and boiled sap; if you can mention anything else, go ahead, I bet a dollar I've done it.”
”Well, what do you think of that?” he muttered, looking at her wonderingly.
”If you ask me, and want the answer in plain words, I think it's a shame!” said Kate. ”If it were ONE HUNDRED acres of land, and the girls had as much, and were as willing to work it as the boys are, well and good. But to drive us like cattle, and turn all we earn into land for the boys, is another matter. I rebelled last summer, borrowed the money and went to Normal and taught last winter. I'm going to teach again this winter; but last summer and this are the first of my life that I haven't been in the harvest fields, at this time. Women in the harvest fields of Land King Bates are common as men, and wagons, and horses, but not nearly so much considered. The women always walk on Sunday, to save the horses, and often on week days.”
”Mother has it hammered into me that it isn't polite to ask questions,”
said John, ”but I'd like to ask one.”
”Go ahead,” said Kate. ”Ask fifty! What do I care?”
”How many boys are there in your family?”
”There are seven,” said Kate, ”and if you want to use them as a basis for a land estimate add two hundred and fifty for the home place.
Sixteen hundred and fifty is what Father pays tax on, besides the numerous mortgages and investments. He's the richest man in the county we live in; at least he pays the most taxes.”
Mother and son looked at each other in silence. They had been thinking her so poor that she would be bewildered by what they had to offer.
But if two hundred acres of land were her desire, there was a possibility that she was a women who was not asking either ease or luxury of life, and would refuse it if it were proffered.
”I hope you will take me home with you, and let me see all that land, and how it is handled,” said John Jardine. ”I don't own an acre. I never even have thought of it, but there is no reason why I, or any member of my family shouldn't have all the land they want. Mother, do you feel a wild desire for two hundred acres of land? Same kind of a desire that took you to come here?”
”No, I don't,” said Mrs. Jardine. ”All I know about land is that I know it when I see it, and I know if I think it's pretty; but I can see why Kate feels that she would like that amount for herself, after having helped earn all those farms for her brothers. If it's land she wants, I hope she speedily gets all she desires in whatever location she wants it; and then I hope she lets me come to visit her and watch her do as she likes with it.”
”Surely,” said Kate, ”you are invited right now; as soon as I ever get the land, I'll give you another invitation. And of course you may go home with me, Mr. Jardine, and I'll show you each of what Father calls 'those little parcels of land of mine.' But the one he lives on we shall have to gaze at from afar, because I'm a Prodigal Daughter. When I would leave home in spite of him for the gay and riotous life of a school-marm, he ordered me to take all my possessions with me, which I did in one small telescope. I was not to enter his house again while he lived. I was glad to go, he was glad to have me, while I don't think either of us has changed our mind since. Teaching school isn't exactly gay, but I'll fill my tummy with quite a lot of symbolical husks before he'll kill the fatted calf for me. They'll be glad to see you at my brother Adam's, and my sister, Nancy Ellen, would greatly enjoy meeting you. Surely you may go home with me, if you'd like.”
”I can think of only one thing I'd like better,” he said. ”We've been such good friends here and had such a good time, it would be the thing I'd like best to take you home with us, and show you where and how we live. Mother, did you ever invite Kate to visit us?”
”I have, often, and she has said that she would,” replied Mrs. Jardine.
”I think it would be nice for her to go from here with us; and then you can take her home whenever she fails to find us interesting. How would that suit you for a plan, my dear?”
”I think that would be a perfect ending to a perfect summer,” said Kate. ”I can't see an objection in any way. Thank you very much.”
”Then we'll call that settled,” said John Jardine.