The Red Acorn - John McElroy 5 стр.

Rachel, you are hard and cruel.

No, I am only kind to you and to myself. I know myself too well to make a mistake in this respect. I have seen too many women who have been compelled to defend, apologize, or blush for their husbands acts, and have felt too keenly the abject misery of their lives to take the least chance of adding myself to their sorrowful number. If I were married to you I could endure to be beaten by you and perhaps love you still, but the moment I was compelled to confess your inferiority to some other womans husband I should hate you, and in the end drag both of us down to miserable graves.

But let me explain this.

It would be a waste of time, she answered coldly. It is sufficient for me to know that you are convicted by general opinion of having failed where a number of commonplace fellows succeeded. You, yourself, admit the justice of this verdict by tame submission to it, making no effort to retrieve your reputation. I can not understand how this could be so if you had any of the qualities that I fondly imagined you possessed in a high degree. But this interview is being protracted to a painful extent. Let us say good night and part.

Forever? he stammered.

Yes.

She held out her hand for farewell. Harry caught it and would have carried it to his lips, but she drew it away.

No; all that must be ended now, she said, with the first touch of gentleness that had shaded her sad, serious eyes.

Will you give me no hope? said Harry, pleadingly.

When you can make people forget the pastif ever she said, then I will change this dress and you can come back to me.

She bowed and entered the house.

Chapter V. The Lint-scraping and Bandage-making Union

Rachel Bonds will had carried her triumphantly through a terrible ordealhow terrible no one could guess, unless he followed her to her room after the interview and saw her alone with her agony. She did not weep. Tears did not lie near the surface with her. The lachrymal glands had none of that ready sensitiveness which gives many superficial women the credit of deep feeling. But when she did weep it was not an April shower, but a midsummer tempest.

Now it was as if her intense grief were a powerful cautery which seared and sealed every duct of the fountain of tears and left her eyes hot and dry as her heart was ashes.

With pallid face and lips set until the blood was forced from them, and they made a thin purplish line in the pale flesh, she walked the floor back and forth, ever back and forth, until a half-stumble, as she was turning in a dreary round, revealed to her that she was almost dropping from exhaustion.

She had thought her love for Harry had received its death-blow when her pride in him had been so rudely shattered. But this meeting, in which she played the part set for herself with a brave perfection that she had hardly deemed possible, had resurrected every dear memory, and her passion sprung into life again to mock and jeer at her efforts to throttle it out of existence. With him toppling from the pedestal on which her husband must stand, she had told herself that there was naught left but to roll a great stone against the sepulcher in which her love must henceforth lie buried, hopeless of the coming of any bright angle to unseal the gloomy vault. Yet, despite the entire approval given this by her judgment, her womans heart cried bitterly for a return of the joys out of which the beauty had fled forever.

Hours passed in this wrestle with pain. How many she did not know, but when she came forth it was with the composure of one who had fought the fight and won the victory, but at a cost that forbade exultation.

There was one ordeal that thus far she had not been called upon to endure. From the day on which she had donned her sable robes to that of Harrys return no one had ventured to speak his name in her presence. Even her father and mother, after the first burst of indignation, had kept silence in pity for her suffering, and there was that in her bearing that forbade others touching upon a subject in her hearing that elsewhere was discussed with the hungry avidity of village gossips masticating a fresh scandal.

But she could not be always spared thus. She had not been so careful of the feelings of less favored women and girls, inferior to her in brightness, as to gain any claim for clement treatment now, when the displacement of a portion of her armor of superiority gave those who envied or disliked her an unprotected spot upon which to launch their irritating little darts.

All the sewing, dorcas and mite societies of the several churches in Sardis had been merged into one consolidated Lint-Scraping and Bandage-Making Union, in whose enlarged confines the waves of gossip flowed with as much more force and volume as other waves gain when the floods unite a number of small pools into one great lake.

In other days a sensational ripple starting, say in the Episcopalian Dorcas, was stilled into calmness ere it passed the calm and stately church boundaries. It would not do to let its existence be even suspected by the keen eyes of the freely-censorious Presbyterian dames, or the sharp-witted, agile-tongued Methodist ladies.

And, much as these latter were disposed to talk over the weaknesses and foibles of their absent sisters in the confidential environments of the Mite Society or the Sewing Circle, they were as reluctant to expose these to the invidious criticisms of the women of the other churches as if the discussed ones had been their sisters in fact, and not simply through sectarian affiliation. Church pride, if nothing else, contributed to the bridling of their tongues, and checking the free circulation of gossip.

Them stuck-up Presbyterian and Episcopalian women think little enough on us now, the land knows, Mrs. Deborah Pancake explained to a newly-received sister, whom she was instructing in elementary duties. Theres no use giving em more reason for looking down upon us. We may talk over each others short-comings among ourselves, private like, because the Bible tells us to admonish and watch over each other. But it dont say that were to give outsiders any chance to speak ill of our sisters-in-Christ.

And Mrs. Euphrosyne Pursifer remarked to the latest agreeable accession to the parish of St. Marks, with that graceful indirection that gave her the reputation in Sardis of being a feminine Talleyrand:

Undoubtedly the ladies in these outside denominations are very worthy women, dear, but a certain circumspection seems advisable in conversing with them on subjects that we may speak of rather freely among ourselves.

The rising fervor of the war spirit melted away most of these barriers to a free interchange of gossip. With the first thrill of pleasure at finding that patriotism had drawn together those whom the churches had long held aloof came to all the gushing impulse to cement the newly-formed relationship by confiding to each other secrets heretofore jealously guarded. Nor should be forgotten the narrative stimulus every one feels on gaining new listeners to old stories.

It was so graciously condescending in Mrs. Euphrosyne Pursifer to communicate to Mrs. Elizabeth Baker some few particulars in which her aristocratic associates of St. Marks had grieved her by not rising to her standard of womanly dignity and Christian duty, that Mrs. Baker in turn was only too happy to reciprocate with a similar confidence in regard to her intimate friends of Wesley Chapel.

It was this sudden lapsing of all restraint that made the waves of gossip surge like sweeping billows.

And the flotsam that appeared most frequently of late on their crests, and that was tossed most relentlessly hither and thither, was Rachel Bonds and Harry Glens conduct and relations to each other.

The Consolidated Lint-scraping and Bandage-making Union was holding a regular session, and gossip was at spring-tide.

It is certainly queer, said Mrs. Tufis, one of her regulation smiles illuminating her very artificial countenance; it is singular to the last degree that we dont have Miss Rachel Bond among us. She is such a LOVELY girl. I am very, very fond of her, and her heart is thoroughly in unison with our objects. It would seem impossible for her to keep away.

All this with the acrid sub-flavor of irony and insincerity with which an insincere woman can not help tainting even her most sincere words.

Yes, said Mrs. Tabitha Grimes, with a premeditated acerbity apparent even in the threading of her needle, into the eye of which she thrust the thread as if piercing the flesh of an enemy with a barb; yes; she pulled the thread through with a motion as if she enjoyed its rasping against the steel. Rachel Bond started into this work quite as brash as Harry Glen started into the war. Her enthusiasm died out about as quickly as his courage, when it came to the actual business, and she found there was nobody to admire her industry, or the way she got herself up, except a parcel of married women.

The milk of human kindness had begun to curdle in Mrs. Grimess bosom, at an early and now rather remote age. Years of unavailing struggle to convince Mr. Jason Grimes that more of his valuable time should be devoted to providing for the wants of his family, and less to leading the discussion on the condition of the country in the free parliament that met around the stove in the corner grocery, had carried forward this lacteal fermentation until it had converted the milky fluid into a vinegarish whey.

Well, why not? asked Elmira Spelter, the main grief of whose life was times cruel inflexibility in scoring upon her face unconcealable tallies of every one of his yearly flights over her head, why shouldnt she enjoy these golden days? Youth is passing, to her and to all of us, like an arrow from the bow. Itd be absurd for her to waste her time in this stuffy old place, when there are so many more attractive ones. It ought to be enough that those of us who have only a few remnants of beauty left, should devote them to this work.

Well, snapped Mrs. Grimes, your donation of good looks to the causeeven if you give all you gotwill be quite modest, something on the widows mite order. You might easily obey the scriptural injunction, and give them with your right hand without your left knowing what was being done.

Elmira winced under this spiteful bludgeoning, but she rallied and came back at her antagonist.

Well, my dear, she said quietly, the thought often occurs to me, that one great reason why we both have been able to keep in the straight and narrow path, is the entire lack of that beauty which so often proves a snare to the feet of even the best-intentioned women.

It was Mrs. Grimess turn to wince.

A hit! a palpable hit! laughed pretty Anna Bayne, who studied and quoted Shakespeare.

The mention of snares reminds me, said Mrs. Grimes, that I, at least, did not have to spread any to catch a husband.

No, returned Elmira, with irritating composure, the poorer kinds of game are caught without taking that trouble.

WellMrs. Grimess temper was rising so rapidly that she was losing her usual skill in this verbal fenceJason Grimes, no doubt, has his faults, as all men have; but he is certainly better than no husband at all.

Thats the way for you to think, said Elmira, composedly, disregarding the thrust at her own celibacy. Its very nice in you to take so cheerful a view of it. SOMEBODY had to marry him, doubtless, and its real gratifying to see one accepting the visitations of Providence in so commendable a spirit.

To use the language of diplomacy, the relations between these ladies had now become so strained that a rupture seemed unavoidable.

Heavens, will this quarrel neer be mended? quoted Anna Bayne, not all sorry that these veteran word-swordsmen, dreaded by everybody, were for once turning their weapons on each other.

Peace-making was one of the prerogatives assumed by Mrs. Tufis, as belonging to the social leadership to which she had elected herself. She now hastened to check the rapidly-opening breach.

Ladies, she said blandly, the discussion has wandered. Our first remarks were, I believe about Miss Bond, and there was a surmise as to her reasons for discontinuing attendance upon our meetings.

The diversion had the anticipated effect. The two disputants gladly quit each other, to turn upon and rend the object flung in between them.

Why Rachel Bond dont come here any more? said Mrs. Grimes, with a sniff that was one of the keenest-edged weapons in her controversial armory. When you know how little likely she is to do anything thats not going to be for her benefit in some way. Shes mighty particular in everything, but more particular in that than in anything else.

Ill admit that there is reason to suspect a strain of selfishness in Rachels nature, said Anna Bayne; but its the only blemish among her many good qualities. Still, I think you do her an injustice in attributing her absence from our meetings to purely selfish motives.

Of course, we all know what you mean, said Elmira. She set her cap for Harry Glen, and played her cards so openly and boldly

I should say shamelessly, interrupted Mrs. Grimes.

Shamelessly, my dear? This from Mrs. Tufis, as if in mild expostulation.

Shamelessly, repeated Mrs. Grimes, firmly.

Well, so shamelessly, if you choose, continued Elmira, as to incur the ill-will of all the rest of the girls

Whom she beat at a game in which they all played their best, interrupted Anna.

Thats an unworthy insinuation, said Elmira, getting very red. At least, no one can say I played any cards for that stake.

Wasnt it because all your trumps and suit had been played out in previous games? This from Mrs. Grimes, whose smarting wounds still called for vengeance.

For an instant a resumption of hostilities was threatened. Mrs. Tufis hastened to interpose:

Theres no doubt in my mind that the poor, dear girl really took very deeply to heart the stories that have been circulated about Harry Glens conduct, though there are people ready to say that she was quite willing to play the role of the stricken one. It really makes her look very interesting. Mourning and the plain style of wearing her hair suit her very, VERY well. I do not think I ever saw her looking so lovely as she has lately, and I have heard quite a number of GENTLEMEN say the same thing.

If shed had real spirit, said Mrs. Grimes, shed have dropped Harry Glen without all this heroine-of-a-yellow-covered-novel demonstration, and showed her contempt of the fellow by going ahead just as usual, pretending that his conduct was nothing to her; but shes a deep one. Ill venture anything shes got a well-laid scheme, that none of us dream of.

Mrs. Tufis,it was the calm, even tones of Rachel Bonds voice that fell upon the startled ears of the little coterie of gossipers. She had glided in unobserved by them in the earnestness of their debate. How long has she been here and what has she heard? was the thrilling question that each addressed to herself. When they summoned courage to look up at her, they saw her standing with perfectly composed mien, her pale face bearing the pensive expression it had worn for weeks. With subdued and kindly manner she returned the affectionate greetings that each bestowed on her, in imitation of Mrs. Tufis, who was the first to recover her wits and then continued: