Part 41 (2/2)
”I surely will,” said Kate. ”And hadn't I better have ALL of them, and put some little thing from you on the tree for them? You know how Hiram always was wild for cuff b.u.t.tons, and Mary could talk by the hour about a handkerchief with lace on it, and Andrew never yet has got that copy of 'Aesop's Fables,' he always wanted. Shall I?”
”Yes,” said Mrs. Bates. ”Oh, yes, and when you do it, Katie, if they don't chain me pretty close in on the other side, I think likely I'll be sticking around as near as I can get to you.”
Kate slipped a hot brick rolled in flannel to the cold old feet, and turning out the light she sat beside the bed and stroked the tired head until easy breathing told her that her mother was sound asleep. Then she went back to the fireplace and sitting in the red glow she told Adam, 3d, PART of what her mother had said. Long after he was gone, she sat gazing into the slowly graying coals, her mind busy with what she had NOT told.
That spring was difficult for Kate. Day after day she saw her mother growing older, feebler, and frailer. And as the body failed, up flamed the wings of the spirit, carrying her on and on, each day keeping her alive, when Kate did not see how it could be done. With all the force she could gather, each day Mrs. Bates struggled to keep going, denied that she felt badly, drove herself to try to help about the house and garden. Kate warned the remainder of the family what they might expect at any hour; but when they began coming in oftener, bringing little gifts and being unusually kind, Mrs. Bates endured a few of the visits in silence, then she turned to Kate and said after her latest callers: ”I wonder what in the name of all possessed ails the folks? Are they just itching to start my funeral? Can't they stay away until you send them word that the breath's out of my body?”
”Mother, you shock me,” said Kate. ”They come because they LOVE you.
They try to tell you so with the little things they bring. Most people would think they were neglected, if their children did NOT come to see them when they were not so well.”
”Not so well!” cried Mrs. Bates. ”Folly! I am as well as I ever was.
They needn't come snooping around, trying to make me think I'm not. If they'd a-done it all their lives, well and good; it's no time for them to begin being cotton-mouthed now.”
”Mother,” said Kate gently, ”haven't YOU changed, yourself, about things like Christmas, for example? Maybe your children are changing, too. Maybe they feel that they have missed something they'd like to have from you, and give back to you, before it's too late. Just maybe,” said Kate.
Mrs. Bates sat bolt upright still, but her flas.h.i.+ng eyes softened.
”I hadn't just thought of that,” she said. ”I think it's more than likely. Well, if it's THAT way, I s'pose I've got to b.u.t.ton up my lip and stand it; but it's about more than I can go, when I know that the first time I lose my grip I'll land smash up against Adam Bates and my settlement with him.”
”Mother,” said Kate still more gently, ”I thought we had it settled at the time Father went that each of you would be accountable to G.o.d, not to each other. I am a wanderer in darkness myself, when it come to talking about G.o.d, but this I know, He is SOMEWHERE and He is REDEEMING love. If Father has been in the light of His love all these years, he must have changed more, far more than you have. He'll understand now how wrong he was to force ways on you he knew you didn't think right; he'll have more to account to you for than you ever will to him; and remember this only, neither of you is accountable, save to your G.o.d.”
Mrs. Bates arose and walked to the door, drawn to full height, her head very erect. The world was at bloom-time. The evening air was heavily sweet with lilacs, and the widely branching, old apple trees of the dooryard with loaded with flowers. She stepped outside. Kate followed. Her mother went down the steps and down the walk to the gate. Kate kept beside her, in reach, yet not touching her. At the gate she gripped the pickets to steady herself as she stared long and unflinchingly at the red setting sun dropping behind a white wall of bloom. Then she slowly turned, life's greatest tragedy lining her face, her breath coming in short gasps. She spread her hands at each side, as if to balance herself, her pa.s.sing soul in her eyes, and looked at Kate.
”Katherine Eleanor,” she said slowly and distinctly, ”I'm going now. I can't fight it off any longer. I confess myself. I burned those deeds. Every one of them. Pa got himself afire, but he'd thrown THEM out of it. It was my chance. I took it. Are you going to tell them?”
Kate was standing as tall and straight as her mother, her hands extended the same, but not touching her.
”No,” she said. ”You were an instrument in the hands of G.o.d to right a great wrong. No! I shall never tell a soul while I live. In a minute G.o.d himself will tell you that you did what He willed you should.”
”Well, we will see about that right now,” said Mrs. Bates, lifting her face to the sky. ”Into thy hands, O Lord, into thy hands!”
Then she closed her eyes and ceased to breathe. Kate took her into her arms and carried her to her bed.
CHAPTER XXII
SOMEWHAT OF POLLY
IF THE spirit of Mrs. Bates hovered among the bloom-whitened apple trees as her mortal remains were carried past the lilacs and cabbage rose bushes, through a rain of drifting petals, she must have been convinced that time had wrought one great change in the hearts of her children. They had all learned to weep; while if the tears they shed were a criterion of their feelings for her, surely her soul must have been satisfied. They laid her away with simple ceremony and then all of them went to their homes, except Nancy Ellen and Robert, who stopped in pa.s.sing to learn if there was anything they could do for Kate. She was grieving too deeply for many words; none of them would ever understand the deep bond of sympathy and companions.h.i.+p that had grown to exist between her and her mother. She stopped at the front porch and sat down, feeling unable to enter the house with Nancy Ellen, who was deeply concerned over the lack of taste displayed in Agatha's new spring hat. When Kate could endure it no longer she interrupted: ”Why didn't all of them come?”
”What for?” asked Nancy Ellen.
”They had a right to know what Mother had done,” said Kate in a low voice.
”But what was the use?” asked Nancy Ellen. ”Adam had been managing the administrator business for Mother and paying her taxes with his, of course when she made a deed to you, and had it recorded, they told him.
All of us knew it for two years before she went after you. And the new furniture was bought with your money, so it's yours; what was there to have a meeting about?”
”Mother didn't understand that you children knew,” said Kate.
”Sometimes I thought there were a lot of things Mother didn't understand,” said Nancy Ellen, ”and sometimes I thought she understood so much more than any of the rest of us, that all of us would have had a big surprise if we could have seen her brain.”
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