Part 5 (1/2)
Mostyn said, turning with her toward the gate. ”I'll go with you if you don't mind.”
”Oh yes, come on,” Dolly answered. ”We'll have plenty of time before the breakfast-bell rings. It is not far. I am awfully sorry for Tobe and his wife; they are both young and inexperienced.”
”And you are a regular grandmother in wisdom,” Mostyn jested. ”Only eighteen, with the world on your shoulders.”
”Well, I _do_ seem to know a few things, a few _ordinary_ things,”
Dolly said, seriously, ”but they are not matters to boast about. For instance, Tobe and Annie--that's his wife--were so scared and excited when I got there last night that they were actually harming the poor little baby, and I set about to calm them the very first thing. I can't begin to tell you how they went on. Think of it, they had actually given up and were crying--both of them--and there lay the little mite fairly gasping for breath. I made Tobe go after some wood for the fire, and put Annie at work helping me. Then I forced them to be still until the baby got quiet and fell asleep.”
”You'd make a capital nurse.” Mostyn was regarding her admiringly. ”It would be a pleasure to be sick in your hands.”
Dolly ignored his compliment. She was thinking of something alien to his mood and deeper. ”Do you know,” she said, after she had pa.s.sed through the gate which he had held open, ”the world is all out of joint.”
”Do you think so?” he asked, as he walked beside her, suiting his step to hers.
”Yes, for if it were right,” she sighed, her brows meeting thoughtfully, ”such well-meaning persons as the Barnetts would not have to live as they do and bring helpless children into the world.”
”Things do seem rather uneven,” Mostyn admitted, lamely, ”but you know really that we ought to have a law that would keep such couples from marrying.”
”Poof!” She blew his argument away with a fine sniff of denial, and her eyes shot forth fresh gleams of conviction. ”How absurd to talk about a human law to keep persons from doing G.o.d's infinite will. G.o.d intends for persons to love each other. Love is the one divine thing that we can be absolutely sure of. Annie and Tobe can't help themselves. They are out in a storm. It is beating them on all sides--pounding, driving, dragging, and grinding them. They love each other with a love that is celestial, a love that is of the spirit rather than of their poor ill-fed, ill-clothed bodies.”
Mostyn's wonder over the girl's depth and facility of expression clutched him so firmly that he found himself unable to formulate a fitting reply.
”Oh yes, their love is absolutely genuine,” Dolly ran on, loyally.
”Tobe could have married the daughter of a well-to-do farmer over the mountain whom he had visited several times before he met his wife. The farmer was willing, I have heard, to give them land to live on, and it might have been a match, but Tobe accidentally met Annie. She was a poor girl working in the Ridgeville cotton factory at two or three dollars a week, which she was giving to her people. She had only two dresses, the tattered bag of a thing she worked in and another which she kept for Sundays. Tobe met her and talked to her one day while he was hauling cotton to the factory, and something in her poor wretched face attracted him, or maybe it was her sweet voice, for it is as mellow as music. She wasn't well--had a cough at the time--and he had read something in a paper about the lint of a factory causing consumption, and it worried him; people say he couldn't keep from talking about it. She was on his mind constantly. He was still going to see the other girl, but he acted so oddly that she became angry with him and, to spite him, began to go with another young man. But Tobe didn't seem to care. He kept going to the factory and--well, the upshot of it was that he married Annie.”
”And then the _real_ trouble began,” Mostyn said, smiling lightly.
”And actually through no fault of their own,” Dolly declared. ”He rented land, bought some supplies on credit, and went to work to make a crop. You ask father or Uncle John; they will tell you that Tobe Barnett was the hardest worker in this valley. But ill luck clung to him like a leach. The drouth killed his first crop, and the winter caught him in debt. Then Annie got sick--she had exposed herself to the bad weather milking a cow for a neighbor to earn a little money. Then no sooner was she up when a wagon ran over Tobe and hurt his foot so that he could hardly get about. Then the baby came, and their load of trouble was heavier than ever.”
”A case of true love, without doubt,” Mostyn said.
”And the prettiest thing on earth,” Dolly declared. ”Sometimes it seems to make their poor shack of a place fairly glow with heavenly light.”
”You are a marvel to me, Dolly--you really are!” Mostyn paused, and she turned to him, a groping look of surprise on her face.
”What do you mean?” she asked.
”Why, you have such an original way of speaking,” he said, somewhat abashed by her sudden demand. ”I mean--that--that what you say sounds different from what one would naturally expect. Not ordinary, not commonplace; I hardly know how to express it. Really, you are quite poetic.”
He saw her face fall. ”I am sorry about that,” she faltered. ”I have been told the same thing before, and I don't like to be that way. I am afraid I read too much poetry. It fairly sings in my head when I feel deeply, as I do about Tobe and Annie, for instance, or when I have to make a speech.”
”Make a speech? You?” Mostyn stared.
”Oh yes, these people expect all that sort of thing from a teacher, and it was very hard for me to do at first, but I don't mind it now. One is obliged to open school with prayer, too, and it mustn't be worded the same way each time or the mischievous children will learn it by heart and quote it. The most of my speeches are made in our debating society.”
”Oh, I see; you have a debating society!” Mostyn exclaimed.
”Yes, and as it happens I am the only woman member,” Dolly proceeded to enlighten him. ”The men teachers in the valley got it up to meet at my school twice a month, and the patrons took a big interest in it and began to make insinuations that my school ought to be represented. They talked so much about it that I was afraid some man would get my job, so one day when Warren Wilks, the teacher in Ridgeville, asked me to join I did.”
”How strange!” Mostyn said, admiringly, ”and you really do take part.”
Dolly laughed softly. ”You'd think so if you ever attended one of our public harangues. I've heard persons say I was the whole show. Of course, I'm joking now, but the women all take up for me and applaud everything I say, whether it has a point to it or not. _'Whole show!'_ I oughtn't to have said that. When I try to keep from using bookish expressions I drop plumb into slang; there is no middle ground for me.”