Part 14 (1/2)
”Oh, Martin, don't think such thoughts,” she begged. ”Your fever is coming up; I can see it.”
”What has it all been about, that's what I want to know,” he went on with quiet cynicism. ”What have I been sweating about--nothing. What is anyone's life? No more than mine. We're all like a lot of hens in a backyard, scratching so many hours a day. Some scratch a little deeper than those who aren't so skilled or so strong. And when I stand off a little, it's all alike. The end is as blind and senseless as the beginning on this farm--drought and dust.”
Martin closed his eyes wearily and gave a deep sigh. To his wife's quickened ears, it was charged with lingering regret for frustrated plans and palpitant with his consciousness of life's evanescence and of the futility of his own success.
She waited patiently for him to continue his instructions, but the opiates had begun to take effect and Martin lapsed into sleep.
Although he lived until the next morning, he never again regained full consciousness.
XI. THE DUST SETTLES
ROSE'S grief was a surprise to herself; there was no blinking the fact that her life was going to be far more disrupted by Martin's death than it had been by Bill's. There were other differences. Where that loss had struck her numb, this quickened every sensibility, drove her into action; more than that, as she realized how much less there was to regret in the boy's life than in his father's, how much more he had got out of his few short years, the edge of the older, more precious sorrow, dulled. During quite long periods she would be so absorbed in her thoughts of Martin that Bill would not enter her mind. Was it possible, that this husband who with his own lips had confessed he had never loved her, had been a more integral part of herself than the son who had adored her? What was this bond that had roots deeper than love? Was it merely because they had grown so used to each other that she felt as if half of her had been torn away and buried, leaving her crippled and helpless? Probably it would have been different if Bill had been living.
Was it because when he had died, she still had had Martin, demanding, vital, to goad her on and give the semblance of a point to her life, and now she was left alone, adrift? She pondered over these questions, broodingly.
”I suppose you'll want to sell out, Rose,” Nellie's husband, Bert Mall, big and cordial as Peter had been before him, suggested a day or two after the funeral. ”I'll try to get you a buyer, or would you rather rent?”
”I haven't any plans yet, Bert,” Mrs. Wade had evaded adroitly, ”it's all happened so quickly. I have plenty of time and there are lots of things to be seen to.” There had been that in her voice which had forbidden discussion, and it was a tone to which she was forced to have recourse more than once during the following days when it seemed to her that all her friends were in a conspiracy to persuade her to a hasty, ill-advised upheaval.
Nothing, she resolved, should push her from this farm or into final decisions until a year had pa.s.sed. She must have something to which she could cling if it were nothing more than a familiar routine. Without that to sustain and support her, she felt she could never meet the responsibilities which had suddenly descended, with such a terrific impact, upon her shoulders.
In an inexplicable way, these new burdens, her black dress--the first silk one since the winter before Billy came--and the softening folds of her veil, all invested her with a new and touching majesty that seemed to set her a little apart from her neighbors.
Nellie had been frankly scandalized at the idea of mourning. ”n.o.body does that out here--exceptin' during the services,” she had said sharply to her daughter-in-law when Rose had told her of the hasty trip she and her aunt had made to the largest town in the county. ”Folks'll think it's funny and kind o' silly. You oughtn't to have encouraged it.”
”Oh, Mother Mall, I didn't especially,” the younger woman had protested.
”She just said in that quiet, settled way she has, that she was going to--she thought it would be easier for her. And I believe it will, too,”
she added, feeling how pathetic it was that Aunt Rose had never looked half so well during Uncle Martin's life as she had since his death.
”Oh, well,” Mall commented, ”Rose always was sort of sentimental, but there's not many like her. She's right to take her time, too. It'll be six or eight months, anyway, before she can get things lined up. She's got a longer head than a body'd think for. Look at the way she run that newspaper office when old Conroy died.”
”That was nearly thirty years ago,” commented his wife crisply, ”and Rose's got so used to being bossed around by Martin that she'll find it ain't so easy to go ahead on her own.”
With her usual shrewdness, Nellie had surmised the chief difficulty, but it dwindled in real importance because of the fact that Rose so frequently had the feeling that Martin merely had gone on a journey and would come home some day, expecting an exact accounting of her stewards.h.i.+p. His instructions were to her living instructions which must be carried out to the letter.
She had attended with conscientious promptness to checking the trouble that had brought about his death. ”I promised Mr. Wade it should be the first thing,” she had explained to Dr. Hurton. ”'You'll let it be the first thing, won't you?' Those were his very words. He depended on us, Doctor.”
When the time came to plan definitely for the disposal of the purebred herd, she went herself to Topeka to arrange details with Baker. She was constantly thinking: ”Now, what would Martin say to this?” or ”Would he approve of that?” And her conclusions were reached accordingly. The sale itself was an event that was discussed in Fallon County for years afterwards. The hotel was crowded with out-of-town buyers. Enthused by the music from two bands, even the local people bid high, and through it all, Rose, vigilant, remembered everything Martin would have wanted remembered. She felt that even he would have been satisfied with the manner in which the whole transaction was handled, and with the financial results.