"Wal, in about six months, come the news that the Gineral was dead. He dropped right down in his tracks, dead with apoplexy, as if he had been shot; and Lady Maxwell she writ a long letter to my lady and Ruth. Ye see, he"d got to be Sir Thomas Sullivan over there; and he was a comin"
home to take "em all over to England to live in grande"r. Wal, my Lady Sullivan (she was then, ye see) she took it drefful hard. Ef they"d a been the lovingest couple in the world, she couldn"t a took it harder.
Aunt Polly, she said it was all "cause she thought so much of him, that she fit him so. There"s women that thinks so much o" their husbands, that they won"t let "em hev no peace o" their life; and I expect it war so with her, poor soul! Any way, she went right down smack, when she heard he was dead. She was abed, sick, when the news come; and she never spoke nor smiled, jest turned her back to everybody, and kinder wilted and wilted, and was dead in a week. And there was poor little Ruth left all alone in the world, with neither kith nor kin but Jeff.
"Wal, when the funeral was over, and the time app"inted to read the will and settle up matters, there wa"n"t no will to be found nowhere, high nor low.
"Lawyer Dean he flew round like a parched pea on a shovel. He said he thought he could a gone in the darkest night, and put his hand on that "ere will; but when he went where he thought it was, he found it warn"t there, and he knowed he"d kep" it under lock and key. What he thought was the will turned out to be an old mortgage. Wal, there was an awful row and a to-do about it, you may be sure. Ruth, she jist said nothin"
good or bad. And her not speakin" made Jeff a sight more uncomfortable than ef she"d a hed it out with him. He told her it shouldn"t make no sort o" difference; that he should allers stand ready to give her all he hed, if she"d only take him with it. And when it came to that she only gin him a look, and went out o" the room.
"Jeff he flared and flounced and talked, and went round and round a rump.u.s.s.in" among the papers, but no will was forthcomin", high or low.
Wal, now here comes what"s remarkable. Ruth she told this "ere, all the particulars, to yer Aunt Lois and Lady Lothrop. She said that the night after the funeral she went up to her chamber. Ruth had the gret front chamber, opposite to Mis" Sullivan"s. I"ve been in it; it was a monstrous big room, with outlandish furniture in it, that the Gineral brought over from an old palace out to Italy. And there was a great big lookin"-gla.s.s over the dressin"-table, that they said come from Venice, that swung so that you could see the whole room in it. Wal, she was a standin" front o" this, jist goin" to undress herself, a hearin" the rain drip on the leaves and the wind a whishin" and whis-perin" in the old elm-trees, and jist a thinkin" over her lot, and what should she do now, all alone in the world, when of a sudden she felt a kind o"
lightness in her head, and she thought she seemed to see somebody in the gla.s.s a movin". And she looked behind, and there wa"n"t n.o.body there.
Then she looked forward in the gla.s.s, and saw a strange big room, that she"d never seen before, with a long painted winder in it; and along side o" this stood a tall cabinet with a good many drawers in it. And she saw herself, and knew that it was herself, in this room, along with another woman whose back was turned towards her. She saw herself speak to this woman, and p"int to the cabinet. She saw the woman nod her head.
She saw herself go to the cabinet, and open the middle drawer, and take out a bundle o" papers from the very back end on"t. She saw her take out a paper from the middle, and open it, and hold it up; and she knew that there was the missin" will. Wal, it all overcome her so that she fainted clean away. And her maid found her a ly-in" front o" the dressin"-table on the floor.
"She was sick of a fever" for a week or fortnight a"ter; and your Aunt Lois she was down takin" care of her; and, as soon as she got able to be moved, she was took out to Lady Lothrop"s. Jeff he was jist as attentive and good as he could be; but she wouldn"t bear him near her room. If he so much as set a foot on the stairs that led to it she"d know it, and got so wild that he hed to be kept from comin" into the front o" the house. But he was doin" his best to buy up good words from everybody. He paid all the servants double; he kept every one in their places, and did so well by "em all that the gen"l word among "em was that Miss Ruth couldn"t do better than to marry such a nice, open-handed gentleman.
"Wal, Lady Lothrop she wrote to Lady Maxwell all that hed happened; and Lady Maxwell, she sent over for Ruth to come over and be a companion for her, and said she"d adopt her, and be as a mother to her.
"Wal, then Ruth she went over with some gentlefolks that was goin" back to England, and offered to see her safe and sound; and so she was set down at Lady Maxwell"s manor. It was a grand place, she said, and such as she never see before,--like them old gentry places in England. And Lady Maxwell she made much of her, and cosseted her up for the sake of what the old Gineral had said about her. And Ruth she told her all her story, and how she believed that the will was to be found somewhere, and that she should be led to see it yet.
"She told her, too, that she felt it in her that Cap"n Oliver wasn"t dead, and that he"d come back yet. And Lady Maxwell she took up for her with might and main, and said she"d stand by her. But then, ye see, so long as there warn"t no will to be found, there warn"t nothin" to be done. Jeff was the next heir; and he"d got every thing, stock, and lot, and the estate in England into the bargain. And folks was beginnin" to think putty well of him, as folks allers does when a body is up in the world, and hes houses and lands. Lordy ma.s.sy! riches allers covers a mult.i.tude o" sins.
"Finally, when Ruth hed ben six months with her, one day Lady Maxwell got to tellin" her all about her history, and what hed ben atween her and her cousin, when they was young, and how they hed a quarrel and he flung off to Ameriky, and all them things that it don"t do folks no good to remember when it"s all over and can"t be helped. But she was a lone body, and it seemed to do her good to talk about it.
"Finally, she says to Ruth, says she, "I"ll show you a room in this house you han"t seen before. It was the room where we hed that quarrel,"
says she; "and the last I saw of him was there, till he come back to die," says she.
"So she took a gret key out of her bunch; and she led Ruth along a long pa.s.sage-way to the other end of the house, and opened on a great library. And the minute Ruth came in, she threw up her hands and gin a great cry. "Oh!" says she, "this is the room! and there is the window!
and there is the cabinet! and _there in that middle drawer at the back end in a bundle of papers is the will!_
"And Lady Maxwell she said, quite dazed, "Go look," says she. And Ruth went, jest as she seed herself do, and opened the drawer, and drew forth from the back part a yellow pile of old letters. And in the middle of those was the will, sure enough. Ruth drew it out, and opened it, and showed it to her.
"Wal, you see that will give Ruth the whole of the Gineral"s property in America, tho" it did leave the English estate to Jeff.
"Wal, the end on"t was like a story-book.
"Jeff he made believe be mighty glad. And he said it must a ben that the Gineral hed got fl.u.s.tered with the sperit and water, and put that "ere will in among his letters that he was a doin" up to take back to England. For it was in among Lady Maxwell"s letters that she writ him when they was young, and that he"d a kep" all these years and was a takin" back to her.
"Wal, Lawyer Dean said he was sure that Jeff made himself quite busy and useful that night, a tyin" up the papers with red tape, and a packin"
the Gineral"s trunk; and that, when Jeff gin him his bundle to lock up in his box, he never mistrusted but what he"d got it all right.
"Wal, you see it was jest one of them things that can"t be known to the jedgment-day. It might a ben an accident, and then agin it might not; and folks settled it one way or t"other, "cordin" to their "pinion o" Jeff; but ye see how "mazin" handy for him it happened! Why, ef it hadn"t ben for the providence I"ve ben a tellin" about, there it might a lain in them old letters, that Lady Maxwell said she never hed the heart to look over! it never would a turned up in the world."
"Well," said I, "what became of Ruth?" "Oh! Cap"n Oliver he came back all alive, and escaped from the Algerines; and they was married in King"s Chapel, and lived in the old Sullivan House, in peace and prosperity. That"s jest how the story was; and now Aunt Lois can make what she"s a mind ter out on"t."
"And what became of Jeff?" "Oh! he started to go over to England, and the ship was wrecked off the Irish coast, and that was the last of him.
He never got to his property."
"Good enough for him," said both of us." "Wal, I don"t know: "twas pretty hard on Jeff. Mebbe he did, and mebbe he didn"t. I"m glad I warn"t in his shoes, tho". I"d rather never hed nothin". This "ere hastin" to be rich is sich a drefful temptation.
"Wal, now, boys, ye"ve done a nice lot o" flax, and I guess we"ll go up to yer grand"ther"s cellar and git a mug o" cyder. Talkin" always gits me dry."
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THE MINISTER"S HOUSEKEEPER.
Scene.--The shady side of a blueberry-pasture.--Sam Lawson with the boys, picking blueberries.--Sam, _loq_.
As, you see, boys, "twas just here,--Parson Carryl"s wife, she died along in the forepart o" March: my cousin Huldy, she undertook to keep house for him. The way on"t was, that Huldy, she went to take care o" Mis" Carryl in the fust on"t, when she fust took sick. Huldy was a tailoress by trade; but then she was one o" these "ere facultised persons that has a gift for most any thing, and that was how Mis" Carryl come to set sech store by her, that, when she was sick, nothin" would do for her but she must have Huldy round all the time: and the minister, he said he"d make it good to her all the same, and she shouldn"t lose nothin" by it. And so Huldy, she staid with Mis" Carryl full three months afore she died, and got to seein" to every thing pretty much round the place.
"Wal, arter Mis" Carryl died, Parson Carryl, he"d got so kind o" used to hevin" on her "round, takin" care o" things, that he wanted her to stay along a spell; and so Huldy, she staid along a spell, and poured out his tea, and mended his close, and made pies and cakes, and cooked and washed and ironed, and kep" every thing as neat as a pin. Huldy was a drefful chipper sort o" gal; and work sort o" rolled off from her like water off a duck"s back. There warn"t no gal in Sherburne that could put sich a sight o" work through as Huldy; and yet, Sunday mornin", she always come out in the singers" seat like one o" these "ere June roses, lookin" so fresh and smilin", and her voice was jest as clear and sweet as a meadow lark"s--Lordy ma.s.sy! I "member how she used to sing some o"
them "are places where the treble and counter used to go together: her voice kind o" trembled a little, and it sort o" went thro" and thro" a feller! tuck him right where he lived!"
Here Sam leaned contemplatively back with his head in a clump of sweet fern, and refreshed himself with a chew of young wintergreen. "This "ere young wintergreen, boys, is jest like a feller"s thoughts o" things that happened when he was young: it comes up jest so fresh and tender every year, the longest time you hev to live; and you can"t help chawin"
on"t tho" "tis sort o" stingin". I don"t never get over likin" young wintergreen."
"But about Huldah, Sam?"
"Oh, yes! about Huldy. Lordy ma.s.sy! when a feller is Indianin" round, these "ere pleasant summer days, a feller"s thoughts gits like a flock o" young partridges: they"s up and down and everywhere; "cause one place is jest about as good as another, when they"s all so kind o" comfortable and nice. Wal, about Huldy,--as I was a sayin". She was jest as handsome a gal to look at as a feller could have; and I think a nice, well-behaved young gal in the singers" seat of a Sunday is a means o"
grace: it"s sort o" drawin" to the unregenerate, you know. Why, boys, in them days, I"ve walked ten miles over to Sherburne of a Sunday mornin", jest to play the ba.s.s-viol in the same singers" seat with Huldy. She was very much respected, Huldy was; and, when she went out to tailorin", she was allers bespoke six months ahead, and sent for in waggins up and down for ten miles round; for the young fellers was allers "mazin" anxious to be sent after Huldy, and was quite free to offer to go for her. Wal, after Mis" Carry! died, Huldy got to be sort o" housekeeper at the minister"s, and saw to every thing, and did every thing: so that there warn"t a pin out o" the way.
"But you know how "tis in parishes: there allers is women that thinks the minister"s affairs belongs to them, and they ought to have the rulin" and guidin" of "em; and, if a minister"s wife dies, there"s folks that allers has their eyes open on providences,--lookin" out who"s to be the next one.
"Now, there was Mis" Amaziah Pipperidge, a widder with snappin" black eyes, and a hook nose,--kind o" like a hawk; and she was one o" them up-and-down commandin" sort o" women, that feel that they have a call to be seein" to every thing that goes on in the parish, and "specially to the minister.
"Folks did say that Mis" Pipperidge sort o" sot her eye on the parson for herself: wal, now that "are might a been, or it might not. Some folks thought it was a very suitable connection. You see she hed a good property of her own, right nigh to the minister"s lot, and was allers kind o" active and busy; so takin" one thing with another, I shouldn"t wonder if Mis" Pipperidge should a thought that Providence p"inted that way. At any rate, she went up to Deakin Blod-gett"s wife, and they two sort o" put their heads together a mournin" and condolin" about the way things was likely to go on at the minister"s now Mis" Carryl was dead.
Ye see, the parson"s wife, she was one of them women who hed their eyes everywhere and on every thing. She was a little thin woman, but tough as Inger rubber, and smart as a steel trap; and there warn"t a hen laid an egg, or cackled, but Mis" Carryl was right there to see about it; and she hed the garden made in the spring, and the medders mowed in summer, and the cider made, and the corn husked, and the apples got in the fall; and the doctor, he hedn"t nothin" to do but jest sit stock still a meditatin" on Jerusalem and Jericho and them things that ministers think about. But Lordy ma.s.sy! he didn"t know nothin" about where any thing he eat or drunk or wore come from or went to: his wife jest led him "round in temporal things and took care on him like a baby.
"Wal, to be sure, Mis" Carryl looked up to him in spirituals, and thought all the world on him; for there warn"t a smarter minister no where "round. Why, when he preached on decrees and election, they used to come clear over from South Parish, and West Sherburne, and Old Town to hear him; and there was sich a row o" waggins tied along by the meetin"-house that the stables was all full, and all the hitchin"-posts was full clean up to the tavern, so that folks said the doctor made the town look like a gineral trainin"-day a Sunday.
"He was gret on texts, the doctor was. When he hed a p"int to prove, he"d jest go thro" the Bible, and drive all the texts ahead o" him like a flock o" sheep; and then, if there was a text that seemed agin him, why, he"d come out with his Greek and Hebrew, and kind o" chase it "round a spell, jest as ye see a fellar chase a contrary bell-wether, and make him jump the fence arter the rest. I tell you, there wa"n"t no text in the Bible that could stand agin the doctor when his blood was up. The year arter the doctor was app"inted to preach the "lection sermon in Boston, he made such a figger that the Brattle-street Church sent a committee right down to see if they couldn"t get him to Boston; and then the Sherburne folks, they up and raised his salary; ye see, there ain"t nothin" wakes folks up like somebody else"s wantin" what you"ve got. Wal, that fall they made him a Doctor o" Divinity at Cambridge College, and so they sot more by him than ever. Wal, you see, the doctor, of course he felt kind o" lonesome and afflicted when Mis"
Carryl was gone; but railly and truly, Huldy was so up to every thing about house, that the doctor didn"t miss nothin" in a temporal way.
His shirt-bosoms was pleated finer than they ever was, and them ruffles "round his wrists was kep" like the driven snow; and there warn"t a brack in his silk stockin"s, and his shoe buckles was kep" polished up, and his coats brushed; and then there warn"t no bread and biscuit like Huldy"s; and her b.u.t.ter was like solid lumps o" gold; and there wern"t no pies to equal hers; and so the doctor never felt the loss o" Miss Carryl at table. Then there was Huldy allers opposite to him, with her blue eyes and her cheeks like two fresh peaches. She was kind o"
pleasant to look at; and the more the doctor looked at her the better he liked her; and so things seemed to be goin" on quite quiet and comfortable ef it hadn"t been that Mis" Pipperidge and Mis" Deakin Blodgett and Mis" Sawin got their heads together a talkin" about things.
""Poor man," says Mis" Pipperidge, "what can that child that he"s got there do towards takin" the care of all that place? It takes a mature woman," she says, "to tread in Mis" Carryl"s shoes."
""That it does," said Mis" Blodgett; and, when things once get to runnin" down hill, there ain"t no stoppin" on "em," says she.
"Then Mis" Sawin she took it up. (Ye see, Mis" Sawin used to go out to dress-makin", and was sort o" "jealous, "cause folks sot more by Huldy than they did by her). "Well," says she, "Huldy Peters is well enough at her trade. I never denied that, though I do say I never did believe in her way o" makin" b.u.t.ton-holes; and I must say, if "twas the dearest friend I hed, that I thought Huldy tryin" to fit Mis" Kit-tridge"s plumb-colored silk was a clear piece o" presumption; the silk was jist spiled, so "twarn"t fit to come into the meetin"-house. I must say, Huldy"s a gal that"s always too ventersome about takin" "spon-sibilities she don"t know nothin" about."
""Of course she don"t," said Mis" Deakin Blodgett. "What does she know about all the lookin" and see-in" to that there ought to be in guidin"