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第11章

  Idonotknowwithwhichofthetwoestimates——Mr。Taylor’sortheVirginian’s——youagreed。DidyouthinkthatMissMaryStarkWoodofBennington,Vermont,wasfortyyearsofage?Thatwouldhavebeenanerror。AtthetimeshewrotethelettertoMrs。
  Balaam,ofwhichlettercertainportionshavebeenquotedinthesepages,shewasinhertwenty-firstyear;or,tobemoreprecise,shehadbeentwentysomeeightmonthsprevious。
  Now,itisnotusualforyoungladiesoftwentytocontemplateajourneyofnearlytwothousandmilestoacountrywhereIndiansandwildanimalsliveunchained,unlesstheyaretomakesuchjourneyincompanywithaprotector,oraregoingtoaprotector’sarmsattheotherend。NorisschoolteachingonBearCreekausualambitionforsuchyoungladies。
  ButMissMaryStarkWoodwasnotausualyoungladyfortworeasons。
  First,therewasherdescent。Hadshesowished,shecouldhavebelongedtoanynumberofthosepatrioticsocietiesofwhichourAmericanearshavegrownaccustomedtohearsomuch。ShecouldhavebeenenrolledintheBostonTeaParty,theEthanAllenTiconderogas,theGreenMountainDaughters,theSaratogaSacredCircle,andtheConfederatedColonialChatelaines。Shetraceddirectdescentfromthehistoricladywhosenameshebore,thatMollyStarkwhowasnotawidowafterthebattlewhereherlord,herCaptainJohn,battledsobravelyastosendhisnamethrillingdownthroughthebloodofgenerationsofschoolboys。
  ThisancestresswasherchiefclaimtobeamemberofthoseshiningsocietieswhichIhaveenumerated。Butshehadbeenwillingtojoinnoneofthem,althoughinvitationstodosowerebynomeanslacking。Icannottellyouherreason。Still,Icantellyouthis。Whenthesesocietiesweremuchspokenofinherpresence,herverysprightlycountenancebecamemoresprightly,andsheaddedherwordsofpraiseorrespecttothegeneralchorus。Butwhenshereceivedaninvitationtojoinoneofthesebodies,hercountenance,asshereadthemissive,wouldassumeanexpressionwhichwasknowntoherfriendsas“slickinghernoseintheair。“IdonotthinkthatMolly’sreasonforrefusingtojoincouldhavebeenatrulygoodone。Ishouldaddthathermostpreciouspossession——atreasurewhichaccompaniedherevenifshewentawayforonlyonenight’sabsence——wasanheirloom,alittleminiatureportraitoftheoldMollyStark,paintedwhenthatfar-offdamemusthavebeenscarcemorethantwenty。AndwheneachsummertheyoungMollywenttoDunbarton,NewHampshire,topayherestablishedfamilyvisittothelastsurvivorsofherconnectionwhoborethenameofStark,nowordthatsheheardintheDunbartonhousespleasedhersomuchaswhenacertaingreat-auntwouldtakeherbythehand,and,afterlookingwithfondintentnessather,pronounce:“Mydear,you’regettingmoreliketheGeneral’swifeeveryyearyoulive。“
  “Isupposeyoumeanmynose,“Mollywouldthenreply。
  “Nonsense,child。Youhavethefamilylengthofnose,andI’veneverheardthatithasdisgracedus。“
  “ButIdon’tthinkI’mtallenoughforit。“
  “Therenow,runtoyourroom,anddressfortea。TheStarkshavealwaysbeenpunctual。“
  Andafterthisannualconversation,Mollywouldruntoherroom,andthereinitsprivacy,evenattheriskoffallingbelowthepunctualityoftheStarks,shewouldconsulttwoobjectsforquiteaminutebeforeshebegantodress。Theseobjects,asyouhavealreadycorrectlyguessed,weretheminiatureoftheGeneral’swifeandthelookingglass。
  SomuchforMissMollyStarkWood’sdescent。
  Thesecondreasonwhyshewasnotausualgirlwashercharacter。
  Thischaracterwastheresultofprideandfamilypluckbattlingwithfamilyhardship。
  Justoneyearbeforeshewastobepresentedtotheworld——notthegreatmetropolitanworld,butaworldthatwouldhavemadeherwelcomeanddoneherhomageatitslittledancesandlittledinnersinTroyandRutlandandBurlington——fortunehadturnedherbackupontheWoods。Theirpossessionshadneverbeengreatones;buttheyhadsufficed。Fromgenerationtogenerationthefamilyhadgonetoschoollikegentlefolk,dressedlikegentlefolk,usedthespeechandwaysofgentlefolk,andasgentlefolklivedanddied。Andnowthemillsfailed。
  Insteadofthinkingaboutherfirsteveningdress,Mollyfoundpupilstowhomshecouldgivemusiclessons。Shefoundhandkerchiefsthatshecouldembroiderwithinitials。Andshefoundfruitthatshecouldmakeintopreserves。Thatmachinecalledthetypewriterwastheninexistence,butthedayofwomentypewritershadasyetscarcelybeguntodawn,elseIthinkMollywouldhavepreferredthisoccupationtothehandkerchiefsandthepreserves。
  TherewerepeopleinBenningtonwho“wonderedhowMissWoodcouldgoaboutfromhousetohouseteachingthepiano,andshealady。“
  Therealwayshavebeensuchpeople,Isuppose,becausetheworldmustalwayshavearubbishheap。ButweneednotdwelluponthemfurtherthantomentiononeotherremarkoftheirsregardingMolly。TheyallwithonevoicedeclaredthatSamBannettwasgoodenoughforanybodywhodidfancyembroideryatfivecentsaletter。
  “Idaresayhehadagreat-grandmotherquiteasgoodashers,“
  remarkedMrs。Flynt,thewifeoftheBaptistminister。
  “That’sentirelypossible,“returnedtheEpiscopalrectorofHoosic,“onlywedon’thappentoknowwhoshewas。“TherectorwasafriendofMolly’s。Afterthislittleobservation,Mrs。
  Flyntsaidnomore,butcontinuedherpurchasesinthestorewheresheandtherectorhadhappenedtofindthemselvestogether。LatershestatedtoafriendthatshehadalwaysthoughttheEpiscopalChurchasnobbishone,andnowsheknewit。
  SopublicopinionwentonbeingindignantoverMolly’sconduct。
  Shecouldstooptoworkformoney,andyetshepretendedtoholdherselfabovethemostrisingyoungmaninHoosicFalls,andalljustbecausetherewasadifferenceintheirgrandmothers!
  Wasthisthereasonatthebottomofit?Theverybottom?I
  cannotbecertain,becauseIhaveneverbeenagirlmyself。
  Perhapsshethoughtthatworkisnotastooping,andthatmarriagemaybe。Perhaps——ButallIreallyknowisthatMollyWoodcontinuedcheerfullytoembroiderthehandkerchiefs,makethepreserves,teachthepupils——andfirmlytorejectSamBannett。
  Thusitwentonuntilshewastwenty。TherecertainmembersofherfamilybegantotellherhowrichSamwasgoingtobe——was,indeed,already。ItwasatthistimethatshewroteMrs。BalaamherdoubtsandherdesiresastomigratingtoBearCreek。Itwasatthistimealsothatherfacegrewalittlepaler,andherfriendsthoughtthatshewasoverworked,andMrs。Flyntfearedshewaslosingherlooks。Itwasatthistime,too,thatshegrewveryintimatewiththatgreat-auntoveratDunbarton,andfromherreceivedmuchcomfortandstrengthening。
  “Never!“saidtheoldlady,“especiallyifyoucan’tlovehim。“
  “Idolikehim,“saidMolly;“andheisverykind。“
  “Never!“saidtheoldladyagain。“WhenIdie,you’llhavesomething——andthatwillnotbelongnow。“
  Mollyflungherarmsaroundheraunt,andstoppedherwordswithakiss。Andthenonewinterafternoon,twoyearslater,camethelaststraw。
  Thefrontdooroftheoldhousehadshut。Outofithadsteppedthepersistentsuitor。Mrs。Flyntwatchedhimdriveawayinhissmartsleigh。
  “Thatgirlisafool!“shesaidfuriously;andshecameawayfromherbedroomwindowwhereshehadpostedherselfforobservation。
  Insidetheoldhouseadoorhadalsoshut。ThiswasthedoorofMolly’sownroom。Andthereshesat,infloodsoftears。Forshecouldnotbeartohurtamanwholovedherwithallthepoweroflovethatwasinhim。
  Itwasabouttwilightwhenherdooropened,andanelderlyladycamesoftlyin。
  “Mydear,“sheventured,“andyouwerenotable——“
  “Oh,mother!“criedthegirl,“haveyoucometosaythattoo?“
  ThenextdayMissWoodhadbecomeveryhard。InthreeweeksshehadacceptedthepositiononBearCreek。Intwomonthsshestarted,heart-heavy,butwithaspiritcravingtheunknown。
  IX。THESPINSTERMEETSTHEUNKNOWN
  OnaMondaynoonasmallcompanyofhorsemenstrungoutalongthetrailfromSunkCreektogathercattleovertheirallottedsweepofrange。Springwasbackward,andthey,astheyrodegallopingandgatheringuponthecoldweek’swork,cursedcheerilyandoccasionallysang。TheVirginianwasgraveinbearingandofinfrequentspeech;buthekeptasonggoing——amatterofsomeseventy-nineverses。Seventy-eightwerequiteunprintable,andrejoicedhisbrothercowpunchersmonstrously。They,knowinghimtobeasingularman,foreboreevertopresshim,andawaitedhisownhumor,lestheshouldwearyofthelyric;andwhenafteradayofsilenceapparentlysaturnine,hewouldlifthisgentlevoiceandbegin:
  “IfyougotomonkeywithmyLooloogirl,I’lltellyouwhatI’lldo:
  I’llcyarveyourheartwithmyrazor,AND
  I’llshootyouwithmypistol,too——“
  thentheywouldstridentlytakeupeachlastline,andkeepitgoingthree,four,tentimes,andkickholesinthegroundtotheswingofit。
  BythelevelsofBearCreekthatreachlikeinletsamongthepromontoriesofthelonelyhills,theycameupontheschoolhouse,roofedandreadyforthefirstnativeWyomingcrop。Itsymbolizedthedawnofaneighborhood,anditbroughtachangeintothewildernessair。Thefeelofitstruckcolduponthefreespiritsofthecow-punchers,andtheytoldeachotherthat,whatwithwomenandchildrenandwirefences,thiscountrywouldnotlongbeacountryformen。Theystoppedforamealatanoldcomrade’s。Theylookedoverhisgate,andtherehewaspatteringamonggardenfurrows。
  “Pickin’nosegays?“inquiredtheVirginianandtheoldcomradeaskediftheycouldnotrecognizepotatoesexceptinthedish。
  Buthegrinnedsheepishlyatthem,too,becausetheyknewthathehadnotalwayslivedinagarden。Thenhetookthemintohishouse,wheretheysawanobjectcrawlingonthefloorwithahandfulofsulphurmatches。Hebegantoremovethematches,butstoppedinalarmatthevociferousresult;andhiswifelookedinfromthekitchentocautionhimabouthumoringlittleChristopher。
  WhenshebeheldthematchesshewasaghastbutwhenshesawherbabygrowquietinthearmsoftheVirginian,shesmiledatthatcowpuncherandreturnedtoherkitchen。
  ThentheVirginianslowlyspokeagain:“Howmanylittlestrangershaveyu’got,James?
  “Onlytwo。“
  “My!Ain’titmostthreeyearssinceyu’maried?Yu’mustn’tlettimecreepahaido’yu’,James。
  Thefatheroncemoregrinnedathisguests,whothemselvesturnedsheepishandpolite;forMrs。Westfallcamein,briskandhearty,andsetthemeatuponthetable。Afterthat,itwasshewhotalked。Theguestsatescrupulously,muttering,“Yes,ma’am,“and“No,ma’am,“intheirplates,whiletheirhostesstoldthemofincreasingfamiliesuponBearCreek,andtheexpectedschool-teacher,andlittleAlfred’searlyteething,andhowitwastimeforallofthemtobecomehusbandslikeJames。Thebachelorsofthesaddlelistened,alwaysdiffident,buteatingheartilytotheend;andsoonaftertheyrodeawayinathoughtfulclump。ThewivesofBearCreekwerefewasyet,andthehomesscattered;theschoolhousewasonlyasprigonthevastfaceofaworldofelkandbearanduncertainIndians;butthatnight,whentheearthnearthefirewaslitteredwiththecow-punchers’beds,theVirginianwashearddrawlingtohimself:
  “AlfredandChristopher。Oh,sugar!“
  Theyfoundpleasureinthedelicatelychosenshadeofthisoath。
  HealsorecitedtothemanewverseabouthowhetookhisLooloogirltotheschoolhousefortolearnherABC;andasitwasquiteoriginalandunprintable,thecamplaughedandsworejoyfully,androlledinitsblanketstosleepunderthestars。
  UponaMondaynoonlikewiseforthingswillhappensosometearfulpeopleinpetticoatswavedhandkerchiefsatatrainthatwasjustleavingBennington,Vermont。Agirl’sfacesmiledbackatthemonce,andwithdrewquickly,fortheymustnotseethesmiledieaway。
  Shehadwithheralittlemoney,afewclothes,andinhermindarigiddeterminationneithertobeaburdentohermothernortogiveintothatmother’sdesires。Absencealonewouldenablehertocarryoutthisdetermination。Beyondthesethings,shepossessednotmuchexceptspelling-books,acolonialminiature,andthatcravingfortheunknownwhichhasbeenmentioned。Iftheancestorsthatwecarryshutupinsideustaketurnsindictatingtousouractionsandourstateofmind,undoubtedlyGrandmotherStarkwasempressofMolly’sspirituponthisMonday。
  AtHoosicJunction,whichcamesoon,shepassedtheup-trainboundbacktoherhome,andseeingtheengineerandtheconductor,——facesthatsheknewwell,——hercouragenearlyfailedher,andsheshuthereyesagainstthisglimpseofthefamiliarthingsthatshewasleaving。Tokeepherselfsteadyshegrippedtightlyalittlebunchofflowersinherhand。
  Butsomethingcausedhereyestoopen;andtherebeforeherstoodSamBannett,askingifhemightaccompanyhersofarasRotterdamJunction“No!“shetoldhimwithaseveritybornfromthestruggleshewasmakingwithhergrief。“Notamilewithme。NottoEagleBridge。
  Good-by。“