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Samantha at Saratoga

M >> Marietta Holley >> Samantha at Saratoga




"What wuz it?" sez I, still more coldly; for I can't bear deceit,
and coverin' up.

"Oh, it wuz a house, and a tree, and a barn, and things."

"A great seen to scream about," sez I. "It would probable have
stood there till you got back, but you couldn't seem to wait."

"No, I have noticed that you always wanted to see things to once.
I have noticed it in you."

"I could most probable have waited till you got back, to see a
house and a tree." And in still more -- frigid axents, I added,
"Or a barn." And I sez, kinder sarkastikly, "You enjoyed your
ride, I s'pose."

"Immensely, it wuz perfectly beautiful! So sort a free and
soarin' like. It is jest what suits a man."

"You'd better go right over it agin," sez I.

"Yes," sez the man who runs the cars. "You'd better go agin."

"Oh no," sez Josiah.

"Why not?" sez I.

"Why not?" sez the man.

Josiah Allen looked all around the room, and down on the grass,
as if trying to find a good reasonable excuse a layin' round
loose somewhere, so's he could get holt of it.

"You'd better go," sez I, "I love to see you happy, Josiah
Allen."

"Yes, you'd better go," sez the man.

"No!" sez Josiah, still a lookin' round for a excuse, up into the
heavens and onto the horizon. And at last his face kinder
brightenin' up, as if he had found one: "No, it looks so kinder
cloudy, I guess I won't go. I think we shall have rain between
now and night." And so we said no more on the subject and sot
out homewards.

Ardelia wrote a poem on the occasion, wrote it right there, with
rapidity and a lead pencil, and handed it to me, before I left
the room. I put it into my pocket and didn't think on it, for
some days afterwards.

That night after we got home from the Roller Coaster, I felt
dretful sort a down hearted about Abram Gee, I see in that little
incident of the day, that Bial, although I couldn't like him, yet
I see he had his good qualities, I see how truthful he wuz. And
although I love truth -- I fairly worship it -- yet I felt that
if things wuz as he said they wuz, he would more'n probable get
Ardelia Tutt, for I know the power of Ambition in her, and I felt
that she would risk the chances of happiness, for the name of
bein' a Banker's Bride.

So I sat there in deep gloom, and a chocolate colored wrapper,
till as late as half past nine o'clock P. M. And I felt that the
course of Abram's love wuz not runnin' smooth. No, I felt that
it wuz runnin' in a dwindlin' torrent over a rocky bed, and a
precipitus one. And I felt that if he wuz with me then and
there, if we didn't mingle our tears together we could our
sithes, for I sithed, powerful and frequent.

Poor short-sighted creeter that I wuz, a settin' in the shadow,
when the sun wuz jest a gettin' ready to shine out onto Abram and
reflect off onto my envious heart. Even at that very time the
hand of righteous Retribution had slipped its sure noose over
Bial Flamburg's neck, and wuz a walkin' him away from Ardelia,
away from happiness (oritory).

At that very hour, half past nine P. M., Ardelia Tutt and Abram
Gee had met agin, and rosy love and happiness wuz even then a
stringin' roses on the chain that wuz to bind 'em together
forever.

The way on't wuz: It bein' early when Ardelia got here, Bial
proposed to take her out for a drive and she consented. He got a
livery horse, and buggy, and they say that the livery man knew
jest what sort of a creeter the horse wuz, and knew it wuz liable
to break the buggy all to pieces and them to, and he let 'em have
it for goin.' But howsumever, whether that is so or not, when
they got about five or six milds from Saratoga the horse skeert
out of the road, and throwed 'em both out.

It wuz a bank of sand that skeert it, a high bank that wuz piled
up by a little hovel that stood by the side of the road. The
ground all round the hut wuz too poor to raise anything else but
sand, and had raised sights of that.

A man and woman, dretful shabby lookin', wuz a standin' by the
door of the hut, and the man had a shovel in his hand, and had
been a loadin' sand into a awful big wheelbarrow that wuz a
standin' by -- seemin'ly ready to carry it acrost the fields, to
where some man wuz a mixin' some motar, to lay the foundations of
a barn.

Wall, the old man stood a pantin' by the side of the wheelbarrow,
as if he had indeed got on too heavy a load. It wuz piled up
high. The horse shied, and Ardelia wuz throwed right out onto
the bank of sand, Bial by the side of her. And the old man and
woman came a runnin' up, and callin' out, "Bial, my son, my son,
are you wounded?"

And there it all wuz. Ardelia see the hull on it. The Banker
wuz before her, and she wuz a layin' on the bank. And the banker
wuz a doin' a heavy business, if anybody doubted it, let 'em take
holt and cart a load on it acrost the fields.

Wall, Ardelia wuz jarred fearful, in her heart, her ambition, her
pride, and her bones. And as the horse wuz a fleein' far away,
and no other conveyance could be found to transport her to the
next house (Ardelia wouldn't go into his'n), and night wuz
approachin' with rapid strides, the old Banker jest unloaded the
load of sand (good old creeter, he would have to load it all over
agin), and took Ardelia into the wheelbarrow, and wheeled her
over to the next house and unloaded her.

The old Banker told Ardelia that when his neighbor got home he
would take her back to Saratoga, which he did. He had been to
the village for necessaries, but he turned right round and
carried her back to Mr. Pixleyses. And I s'pose Ardelia paid
him, mebby as high as 75 cents. As for Bial, he tramped off
into the house, and she didn't see him agin, nor didn't want to.
Wall, I s'pose it wuz durin' that ride on the wheelbarrow, that
Ardelia's ambition quelled to softer emotions. I s'pose so. She
never owned it right up to me, but I s'pose so.

Bial Flamburg hadn't lied a word to her. In all her agony she
realized that. But she had built a high towerin' structure of
ambition on what he said, and it had tottered. And as is natural
in times of danger, the heart turns instinctively to its true
love, she thought of Abram Gee, she wanted him. And as if in
answer to her deep and lovin' thought, who should come out to the
buggy to help her out at Mr. Pixleyses gate, but Abram Gee? He
had come unexpected, and on the eight o'clock train, and wuz
there waitin' for her.

If Bial Flamburg had been with her, he wouldn't have gone a nigh
the buggy, but he see it was a old man, and he rushed out.
Ardelia couldn't walk a step on her feet (owin' to bein shaken
up, in bones and feelin's), and Abram jest took her in his strong
lovin' arms and carried her into the house, and she sort a clung
round his neck, and seemed tickled enough to see him,

But she wuz dretful shook up and agitated, and it wuzn't till way
along in the night some time, that she wuz able to write a poem
called, "a lay on a wheelbarrow; or, the fallen one."

Which I thought when I read it, wuz a good name for it, for truly
she had fell, and truly she had lay on it. Howsumever, Ardelia
wrote that jest because it wuz second nater to write poetry on
every identical thing she ever see or did.

She wuz glad enough to get rid of Bial Flamburg, and glad enough
to go back to her old love. Abram wuz too manly and tender to
say a word to Ardelia that night on the subject nearest to his
heart. No, he see she needed rest. But the next day, when they
wuz alone together, I s'pose he put the case all before her. All
his warm burnin' love for her, all his jealousy, and his
wretchedness while she wuz a waverin' between Banks and Bread,
how his heart had been checked by the thought that Bial would
vault over him, and in the end hold him at a discount.

Why, I s'pose he talked powerful and melted Ardelia's soft little
heart till it wuz like the softest kind of dough in his hands.
And then he went on tenderly to say, how he needed her, and how
she could mould him to her will. I s'pose he talked well, and
eloquent, I s'pose so. Anyhow she accepted him right there in
full faith and a pink and white cambric dress.

And they came over and told me about it in the afternoon P. M.
And I felt well and happy in my mind, and wished 'em joy with a
full heart and a willin' mind.

They are both good creeters. And she bein' so soft, and he so
kinder hardy and stout-hearted, I believe they will get along
firstrate. And when she once let her mind and heart free to
think on him, she worships him so openly and unreservedly (though
soft), that I don't, believe there is a happier man in the hull
country.

Wall, I lay out to give'em a handsome present when they be
married, which will be in the fall. Mother Gee (who has got as
well as can be expected) is goin' to live with Susan. And I'm
glad on't. Mother Gee is a good old female no doubt, but it is
resky work to take a new husband to live with, and when you take
a mother-in-law too it adds to the resk.

But she is goin' to live with Susan; it is her prefference.

And Abram has done so well, that he has bought another five acres
onto his place, and is a goin' to fix his house all over splendid
before the weddin' day. And Ardelia is to go right from the
altar to her home -- it is her own wishes.

She knows enough in her way, Ardelia duz. And she has a wisdom
of the heart which sometimes I think, goes fur ahead of the
wisdom of the head. And then agin, I think they go well
together, wisdom of the head and the heart too. (The times I
think this is after readin' her poetry.)

But any way she will make Abram a good soft little wife, lovin'
and affectionate always. And good land! he loves her to that
extent that it wouldn't make no difference to him if she didn't
know enough to come in when it rained. He would fetch her in,
drippin' and worship her, damp or dry.




XX.

AN ACCIDENT WITH RESULTS.


Wall, it wuz on the very day before we laid out to leave for
home. I wuz a settin' in my room a mendin' up a rip in my
pardner's best coat, previous to packin' in his trunk, when all
of a sudden Miss Flamm's hired girl came in a cryin', and sez I,
"What is the matter?"

And sez she, "Ah! Miss Flamm has sent for you and Mr. Allen to
come over there right away. There has been a axident."

"A axident!" sez I.

"Yes," sez she. "The little girl has got hurt, and they don't
think she will live. Poor little pretty thing," sez the hired
girl, and busted out a cryin' agin.

"How did she get hurt?" sez I, as I laid down the coat, and went
to tyin' on my bunnet mekanically.

"Wall, the nurse had her out with the baby and the little boys.
And we s'pose she had been drinkin' too much. We all knew she
drinked, and she wuzn't in a condition to go out with the
children this mornin', and Miss Flamm would have noticed it and
kep' 'em in, but the dog wuz sick all night, and Miss Flamm wuz
up with it most all night, and she felt wore out this mornin'
with her anxtety for the dog, and her want of sleep, and so they
went out, and it wuzn' more'n half an hour before it took place.
She left the baby carriage and the little boys and girl in a
careless place, not knowin' what she wuz about, and they got run
over. The baby and the little boys wuzn't hurt much, but they
think the little girl will die. Miss Flamm went right into a
caniption fit," sez she, "when she wuz brung in."

"It is a pity she hadn't went into one before," sez I very dryly,
dry as a chip almost. My axents wuz fairly dusty they wuz so
dry. But my feelin's for Miss Flamm moistened up and melted down
when I see her, when we went into the room. It didn't take us
long for they are still to the tarven, and we met Josiah Allen at
the door, so he went with us.

Yes, Miss Flamm felt bad enough, bad enough. She has got a
mother's heart after all, down under all the strings and girtins,
and laces, and dogs, etc., etc., that have hid it, and surrounded
it. Her face wuz jest as white and deathly as the little girl's,
and that wuz jest the picture of stillness and death. And I
remembered then that I had heard that the little girl wuz her
favorite amongst her children, whenever she had any time to
notice 'em. She wuz a only daughter and a beauty, besides bein'
smart.

The doctor had been there and done what he could, and go gone
away. He said there wuz nothin' more to do till she came out of
that stuper, if she ever did.

But it looked like death, and there Miss Flamm sot alone with her
child, and her conscience. She wuzn't a cryin' but there wuz a
look in her eyes, in her set white face that went beyond tears,
fur beyond 'em. She gripped holt of my hand with her icy cold
ones, and sez she, "Pray for me!" She wuz brung up a Methodist,
and knew we wuz the same. My feelin's overcame me as I looked in
her face and the child's, both lookin' like dyin' faces, and I
sez with the tears a jest runnin' down my cleeks and a layin' my
hand tender on her shoulder, "Is there anything I can do for you,
you poor little creeter?"

"Pray for me," sez she agin, with her white lips not movin' in a
smile, nor a groan.

Now my companion, Josiah Allen, is a class-leader, and though I
say it that mebby shouldn't -- That man is able in prayer. He
prays as if he meant what he said. He don't try to show off in
oritory as so many do, or give the Lord information. He never
sez, "Oh Lord, thou knowest by the mornin' papers, so and so."
No, he prays in simple words for what he wants. And he always
seems to feel that somebody is nigh to him, a hearin' him, and if
it is best and right, his requests will be granted.

So I motioned for that man to kneel down by the bed and pray,
which he did. He wuz to the fore side of the bed, and Miss Flamm
and I on the other side. Wall, Josiah commenced his prayer, in a
low earnest askin' voice, then all of a sudden he begun to
hesitate, waver, and act dretful agitated. And his actions and
agitations seemed to last for some time. I thought it wuz his
feelin's overcomin' of him, and of course, my hand bein' over my
eyes in a respectful, decent way, I didin't see nothin'.

But at last, after what wuz seemingly a great effort, he began to
go on as usual agin. About that time I heard sunthin' hit the
wall hard on the other side of the room, and I heard a yelp. But
then everything wuz still and Josiah Allen made a good prayer.
And before it wuz through Miss Flamm laid her head down onto my
shoulder, and busted into tears.

And what wuz rooted up and washed away by them tears I don't
know, and I don't s'pose anybody duz. Whether vanity, and a
mistaken ambition, and the poor empty successes of a fashionable
life wuz uprooted and floated away on the awakened, sweepin' tide
of a mother's love and remorse; whether the dog floated down that
stream, and low necked dresses, and high hazardus slippers, and
strings for waists and corsets, and fashion, and folly, and
rivalry, and waltzin', and glitter, and buttons, and show; whether
they all went down that stream, swept along like bubbles on a
heavin' tumultuous tide, I don't know, nor I don't s'pose anybody
duz.

But any way, from that day on Miss Flamm has been a different
woman. I stayed with her all that night and the next day, she a
not leavin' the child's bed for a minute, and we a not gettin' of
her to, much as we tried to; eatin' whatever we could make her
eat right there by the bedside. And on the 2d day the doctor see
a change in the child and she began to roust a little out of that
stuper, and in a week's time, she wuz a beginnin' to get well.

We stayed on till she wuz out of danger and then we went home.
But I see that she wuz to be trusted with her children after
that. She dismissed that nurse, got a good motherly one, who she
said would help her take care of the children for the future;
only help her, for she should have the oversight of 'em herself,
always.

The hired girl told me (Miss Flamm never mentioned it to me), and
she wuz glad enough of it, that the dog wuz dead. It died the
day the little girl wuz hurt. The hired girl said the doctor had
told Miss Flamm, that it couldn't live long. But it wuzn't till
we wuz on our way home that I found out one of the last eppisodes
in that dog's life. You see, sick as that dog wuz, it wuz bound
to bark at my pardner as long as it had a breath left in its body.
And Josiah told me in confidence (and it must be kep', it is right
that it should be); he said jest after he had knelt down and began
to pray he felt that dog climb up onto his heels, and pull at his
coat tails, and growl a low mad growl, and naw at 'em.

He tried to nestle round and get it off quietly but no, there it
stood right onto Josiah Allen's heels, and hung on, and tugged at
them coat-tails, and growled at 'em that low deep growl, and shook
'em, as if determined to worry 'em off. And there my companion
wuz. He couldn't show his feelin's in his face; he had got to
keep his face all right towards Miss Flamm. And his feelin's was
rousted up about her, and he wuz a wantin', and knew he wuz
expected, to have his words and manner soothin' and comfortin',
and that dog a standin' on his heels and tearin' off his coat-tails.

What to do he didn't know. He couldn't stop his prayer on such a
time as this and kill a dog, though he owned up to me that he
felt like it, and he couldn't keep still and feel his coat-tails
tore off of him, and be growled at, and shook, and pawed at all
day. So he said after the dog had gin a most powerful tug, almost
a partin' the skirts asunder from his coat, he drew up one foot
carefully (still a keepin' his face straight and the prayer agoin')
and brung it back sudden and voyalent, and he heard the dog strike
aginst the opposite side of the room with one short, sharp yelp,
and then silence rained down and he finished the prayer.

But he said, and owned it up to me, that it didn't seem to him so
much like a religious exercise, as he could wish. It didn't seem
to help his spiritual growth much, if any.

And I sez, "I should think as much," and I sez, "You wuz in a
hard place, Josiah Allen."

And he sez, "It wuz the dumbest hard place any one wuz ever in on
earth."

And I sez, "I don't know but it wuz." That man wuz to be pitied,
and I told him so, and he acted real cheerful and contented at
hearin' my mind. He owned up that he had dreaded tellin' me
about it, for fear I would upbraid him. But, good land! I would
have been a hard hearted creeter if I could upbraid a man for
goin' through such a time as that. He said he thought mebby I
would think it wuz irreverent or sunthin', the dog's actions, at
such a time.

"Wall," sez I, "you didn't choose the actions, did you? It
wuzn't nothin' you wanted."

"No," sez he feelin'ly. "Heaven knows I didn't. And I done the
best I could," sez he sort a pitiful.

Sez I, "I believe you, Josiah Allen," and sez I warmly, "I don't
believe that Alexander, or Cezar, or Grover Cleveland, could have
done any better."

He brightened all up at this, he felt dretful well to think I
felt with him, and my feelin's wuz all rousted up to think of the
sufferin's he had went through, so we felt real well towards each
other. Such is some of the comforts and consolations of pardners.
Howsumever, the dog died, and I wuz kinder sorry for the dog. I
think enough of dogs (as dogs) and always did. Always use 'em
dretful well, only it mads me to have 'em put ahead of children,
and sot up in front of 'em. I always did and always shall like a
dog as a dog.

Wall, they say that when that dog died, Miss Flamm hardly
inquired about it, she wuz so took up in gettin' acquainted with
her own children. And I s'pose they improved on acquaintance,
for they say she is jest devoted to 'em. And she got acquainted
with G. Washington too, so they say. He wuz a stiddy, quiet man,
and she had got to lookin' on him as her banker and business man.
But they say she liked him real well, come to get acquainted with
him. He always jest worshipped her, so they are real happy.
There wuz always sunthin' kinder good about Miss Flamm.

Thos. J. is a carryin' on another lawsuit for her (more money
that descended onto her from her father, or that ort to descend).
And he is carryin' it stiddy and safe. It will bring Thomas
Jefferson over 900 dollars in money besides fame, a hull lot of
fame.

Wall, we sot sail for home in good spirits, and the noon train.
And we reached Jonesville with no particular eppisodin' till we
got to the Jonesville Depot.

I rather think Ardelia Tutt wrote a poem on the cars goin' home,
though I can't say for certain.

She and Abram sot a few seats in front of us, and I thought I see
a certain look to the backside of her head that meant poetry. It
wuz a kind of a sot look, and riz up like. But I can't say for
certain for she didn't have no chance to tell me about it. Abram
looked down at her all the time as if he jest worshipped her.
And she is a good little creeter, and will make him a happy wife;
I don't make no doubt. As I said, the old lady is goin' to live
with Susan. They went right on in the train, for Ardelia's home
lays beyond Jonesville, and Abram wuz goin' home with her by
Deacon Tutt's request. They are willin'.

Wall, we disembarked from the cars, and we found the old mair and
the "Democrat" a waitin' for us. Thomas J. wuz a comin' for us,
but had spraint his wrist and couldn't drive. Wall, Josia lifted
our saddul bags in, and my umbrell, and the band box. But when
he went to lift my trunk he faltered. It wuz heavy. I had got
relicts from Mount McGregor, from the Battlefield, from the
various springs, minerals, stuns, and things, and Josiah couldn't
lift it.

What added to the hardness of the job, the handles had broken
offen it, and he had to grip hold on it, by the might of his
finger nails. It wuz a hard job, and Josiah's face got red and I
felt, as well as see, that his temper wuz a risin'. And I sez,
instinctively, "Josiah, be calm!" For I knew not what unguarded
word he might drop as he vainly tried to grip hold on't, and it
eluded his efferts and came down on the ground every time, a
carryin' with it, I s'pose, portions of his fingernails, broke
off in the fray.

Wall, he wuz a strugglin' with it and with his feelin's, for I
kep' on a sayin', "Josiah, do be calm! Do be careful about usin'
a profane word so nigh home and at this time of day, and you jest
home from a tower."

And he kep' his feelin's nobly under control, and never said a
word, only to wonder "what under the High Heavens a woman wanted
to lug round a ton of stuns in her trunk for." And anon sayin'
that he would be dumbed if he didn't leave it right there on the
platform.

Savin' these few slight remarks that man nobly restrained
himself, and lugged and lifted till the blood almost gushed
through his bald head. And right in the midst of the fray, a
porter came up and went to liftin' the trunk in the usual
highheaded, haughty way Railroad officials have. But anon a
change came over his linement. And as it fell back from his
fingers to the platform for the 3d time, he broke out in a
torrent of swearin' words dretful to hear.

I felt as if I should sink through the "Democrat". But Josiah
listened to the awful words with a warm glow of pleasure and
satisfaction a beamin' from his face. I never saw him look more
complacent. And as the man moistened his hands and with another
frightful burst of profanity histed it into the end of the buggy.

Wall, I gin the man a few warnin' words aginst profanity, and
Josiah gin him a quarter for liftin' in the trunk, he said, and
we drove off in the meller glow of the summer sunset.

But it wuz duskish before we got to the turn of the road, and
considerable dark before we got to the Corners. But we went on
tbgough the shadows, a feelin' we could bear 'em, for we wuz
together, and we wuz a goin' home.

And pretty soon we got there! The door wuz open, the warm light
wuz a streamin' out from doors and windows, and there stood the
children!

There they all wuz, all we loved best, a waitin' to welcome us.
Love, which is the light of Heaven, wuz a shinin' on their faces,
and we had got home.

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