Part 1 (2/2)

”To be sure! naturally!” said Calvin Parks rea.s.suringly. ”How long since you laid her away, Sam?”

”We laid her away,” said Sam, ”a year ago, Calvin. She'd been poorly for a long spell, droopin' kind of; nothing to take a holt of. Kep' up round and done the work, but her victuals didn't relish, nor yet they didn't set. She knew her time was come. She said to me and--the other one,” (again he cast a curious look toward the open door), ”sittin' in this very room--'Boys,' she says, 'my stummick is leavin' me; and without a stummick I have no wish to remain, nor yet I don't believe it would be wished. I expect I am about to depart this life.'”

”I want to know!” murmured Calvin Parks sympathetically. ”She come as close to it as that, did she?”

”About twice't a week,” the little man continued, ”she'd call us to come in after she was in bed, and say she'd most likely be gone in the mornin', and to be good boys, and keep the farm up as it should be.

First for a time we tried to reason her out of it like, for the Lord didn't seem in no hurry, nor yet we weren't; but one night she seemed set on it, told us goodbye, and all the rest of it. 'Well, mother!' I says, 'if you see father, tell him the hay's all in!' I says. Sure enough, come morning she was gone. Cut down like a--well!” he paused again and reflected. ”I don't know as you'd call Ma exactly a flower, nor yet was she what you'd call real fruity, though ripe.”

”Call it grain!” said Calvin Parks gravely. ”First crop oats, or good winter wheat; either of them, Sam, would represent your Ma good. Well, I certinly am astounded to find that she is gone. But that don't tell me the rest of it, Sam. Where's Sim?”

”Sim,” replied the little man, turning his eyes toward the open door; ”Sim is--”

At this moment a singular sound came from beyond the door; a sound half cough, half call, and all cackle.

”That's Sim!” said Mr. Sam. ”You'll find him in there!”

Calvin Parks's large brown eyes seemed to grow quite round; he stared at the little man for a moment; then ”Red-top and timothy!” he muttered; ”there's something queer here!” and stepped quickly into the other room.

A stranger would have said, here was a juggler's trick. The little snuff-colored man sitting hunched in the low chair was apparently the same man, but he had changed his red waistcoat for a black one, and had whisked himself in some unaccountable way into another room. But Calvin Parks knew better.

”How are you, Sim?” he said.

”Calvin,” said the second little man, ”I am pleased to see you, real pleased! Be seated! In regards to your question, I am middlin', sir, only middlin'.”

Calvin Parks sat down, his eyes still round and staring. ”What's the matter?” he asked abruptly.

”Some thinks it's lumbago,” said the little man; ”and more calls it neurology. There is them,” he added cautiously, ”as has used the word tuber-clossis; I don't hold with that myself, but I'm doctorin' for all three, not to take no chances.”

”All that be blowed!” said Calvin Parks. ”What's the matter between you two? Why are you sittin' here and Sam in t'other room, you that have set side by side ever since you knew how to sit? Siamese Twins you've been called ever since born you was; dressed alike, fed alike, and reared alike; and now look at you! What's the matter, I say?”

The little man cast a look toward the door, a duplicate of the look which Calvin Parks had seen cast from the other side of it. Then he leaned forward, and fixed his sharp gray eyes on his visitor.

”Calvin Parks,” he said, ”you never was a twin!”

”No, I warn't!” said Calvin Parks.

The little man waved his hand. ”That's all I've got to say!” he said.

”We was. That's the situation. I've nothin' against Samuel, nor he as I knows on against me; but we have had a sufficiency of each other, and we are havin' us a rest, Calvin. We eat together, but otherwise we don't.

But I'll tell you one thing,” he added, leaning forward and dropping his voice, while his eyes narrowed to pinpoints. ”When I don't like a man, I don't like him any better for bein' twin to me, I like him wuss!”

He leaned back again, and then repeated aloud, ”Not that I've anything against Samuel, or fur as I know, Samuel against me.”

”Well! may I be scuttled,” said Calvin Parks, ”if ever I see the beat of this! Why, Sim Sill--”

At this moment another door opened behind him, and a clear, pleasant voice said,

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