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If you + know the post-office you must have seen Ethan Frome drive up to it, drop + the reins on his hollow-backed bay and drag himself across the brick + pavement to the white colonnade; and you must have asked who he was. + </p> + <p> + It was there that, several years ago, I saw him for the first time; and + the sight pulled me up sharp. Even then he was the most striking figure in + Starkfield, though he was but the ruin of a man. It was not so much his + great height that marked him, for the “natives” were easily singled out by + their lank longitude from the stockier foreign breed: it was the careless + powerful look he had, in spite of a lameness checking each step like the + jerk of a chain. There was something bleak and unapproachable in his face, + and he was so stiffened and grizzled that I took him for an old man and + was surprised to hear that he was not more than fifty-two. I had this from + Harmon Gow, who had driven the stage from Bettsbridge to Starkfield in + pre-trolley days and knew the chronicle of all the families on his line. + </p> + <p> + “He’s looked that way ever since he had his smash-up; and that’s + twenty-four years ago come next February,” Harmon threw out between + reminiscent pauses. + </p> + <p> + The “smash-up” it was—I gathered from the same informant—which, + besides drawing the red gash across Ethan Frome’s forehead, had so + shortened and warped his right side that it cost him a visible effort to + take the few steps from his buggy to the post-office window. He used to + drive in from his farm every day at about noon, and as that was my own + hour for fetching my mail I often passed him in the porch or stood beside + him while we waited on the motions of the distributing hand behind the + grating. I noticed that, though he came so punctually, he seldom received + anything but a copy of the <cite>Bettsbridge Eagle</cite>, which he put without a + glance into his sagging pocket. At intervals, however, the post-master + would hand him an envelope addressed to Mrs. Zenobia—or Mrs. + Zeena—Frome, and usually bearing conspicuously in the upper left-hand + corner the address of some manufacturer of patent medicine and the name of + his specific. These documents my neighbour would also pocket without a + glance, as if too much used to them to wonder at their number and variety, + and would then turn away with a silent nod to the post-master. + </p> + <p> + Every one in Starkfield knew him and gave him a greeting tempered to his + own grave mien; but his taciturnity was respected and it was only on rare + occasions that one of the older men of the place detained him for a word. + When this happened he would listen quietly, his blue eyes on the speaker’s + face, and answer in so low a tone that his words never reached me; then he + would climb stiffly into his buggy, gather up the reins in his left hand + and drive slowly away in the direction of his farm. + </p> + <p> + “It was a pretty bad smash-up?” I questioned Harmon, looking after Frome’s + retreating figure, and thinking how gallantly his lean brown head, with + its shock of light hair, must have sat on his strong shoulders before they + were bent out of shape. + </p> + <p> + “Wust kind,” my informant assented. “More’n enough to kill most men. But + the Fromes are tough. Ethan’ll likely touch a hundred.” + </p> + <p> + “Good God!” I exclaimed. At the moment Ethan Frome, after climbing to his + seat, had leaned over to assure himself of the security of a wooden box—also + with a druggist’s label on it—which he had placed in the back of the + buggy, and I saw his face as it probably looked when he thought himself + alone. “<i>That</i> man touch a hundred? He looks as if he was dead and in hell + now!” + </p> + <p> + Harmon drew a slab of tobacco from his pocket, cut off a wedge and pressed + it into the leather pouch of his cheek. “Guess he’s been in Starkfield too + many winters. Most of the smart ones get away.” + </p> + <p> + “Why didn’t <i>he</i>?” + </p> + <p> + “Somebody had to stay and care for the folks. There warn’t ever anybody + but Ethan. Fust his father—then his mother—then his wife.” + </p> + <p> + “And then the smash-up?” + </p> + <p> + Harmon chuckled sardonically. “That’s so. He <i>had</i> to stay then.” + </p> + <p> + “I see. And since then they’ve had to care for him?” + </p> + <p> + Harmon thoughtfully passed his tobacco to the other cheek. “Oh, as to + that: I guess it’s always Ethan done the caring.” + </p> + <p> + Though Harmon Gow developed the tale as far as his mental and moral reach + permitted there were perceptible gaps between his facts, and I had the + sense that the deeper meaning of the story was in the gaps. But one phrase + stuck in my memory and served as the nucleus about which I grouped my + subsequent inferences: “Guess he’s been in Starkfield too many winters.” + </p> + <p> + Before my own time there was up I had learned to know what that meant. Yet + I had come in the degenerate day of trolley, bicycle and rural delivery, + when communication was easy between the scattered mountain villages, and + the bigger towns in the valleys, such as Bettsbridge and Shadd’s Falls, + had libraries, theatres and Y. M. C. A. halls to which the youth of the + hills could descend for recreation. But when winter shut down on + Starkfield and the village lay under a sheet of snow perpetually renewed + from the pale skies, I began to see what life there—or rather its + negation—must have been in Ethan Frome’s young manhood. + </p> + <p> + I had been sent up by my employers on a job connected with the big + power-house at Corbury Junction, and a long-drawn carpenters’ strike had + so delayed the work that I found myself anchored at Starkfield—the + nearest habitable spot—for the best part of the winter. I chafed at + first, and then, under the hypnotising effect of routine, gradually began + to find a grim satisfaction in the life. During the early part of my stay + I had been struck by the contrast between the vitality of the climate and + the deadness of the community. Day by day, after the December snows were + over, a blazing blue sky poured down torrents of light and air on the + white landscape, which gave them back in an intenser glitter. One would + have supposed that such an atmosphere must quicken the emotions as well as + the blood; but it seemed to produce no change except that of retarding + still more the sluggish pulse of Starkfield. When I had been there a + little longer, and had seen this phase of crystal clearness followed by + long stretches of sunless cold; when the storms of February had pitched + their white tents about the devoted village and the wild cavalry of March + winds had charged down to their support; I began to understand why + Starkfield emerged from its six months’ siege like a starved garrison + capitulating without quarter. Twenty years earlier the means of resistance + must have been far fewer, and the enemy in command of almost all the lines + of access between the beleaguered villages; and, considering these things, + I felt the sinister force of Harmon’s phrase: “Most of the smart ones get + away.” But if that were the case, how could any combination of obstacles + have hindered the flight of a man like Ethan Frome? + </p> + <p> + During my stay at Starkfield I lodged with a middle-aged widow + colloquially known as Mrs. Ned Hale. Mrs. Hale’s father had been the + village lawyer of the previous generation, and “lawyer Varnum’s house,” + where my landlady still lived with her mother, was the most considerable + mansion in the village. It stood at one end of the main street, its + classic portico and small-paned windows looking down a flagged path + between Norway spruces to the slim white steeple of the Congregational + church. It was clear that the Varnum fortunes were at the ebb, but the two + women did what they could to preserve a decent dignity; and Mrs. Hale, in + particular, had a certain wan refinement not out of keeping with her pale + old-fashioned house. + </p> + <p> + In the “best parlour,” with its black horse-hair and mahogany weakly + illuminated by a gurgling Carcel lamp, I listened every evening to another + and more delicately shaded version of the Starkfield chronicle. It was not + that Mrs. Ned Hale felt, or affected, any social superiority to the people + about her; it was only that the accident of a finer sensibility and a + little more education had put just enough distance between herself and her + neighbours to enable her to judge them with detachment. She was not + unwilling to exercise this faculty, and I had great hopes of getting from + her the missing facts of Ethan Frome’s story, or rather such a key to his + character as should co-ordinate the facts I knew. Her mind was a + store-house of innocuous anecdote and any question about her acquaintances + brought forth a volume of detail; but on the subject of Ethan Frome I + found her unexpectedly reticent. There was no hint of disapproval in her + reserve; I merely felt in her an insurmountable reluctance to speak of him + or his affairs, a low “Yes, I knew them both... it was awful ...” seeming + to be the utmost concession that her distress could make to my curiosity. + </p> + <p> + So marked was the change in her manner, such depths of sad initiation did + it imply, that, with some doubts as to my delicacy, I put the case anew to + my village oracle, Harmon Gow; but got for my pains only an + uncomprehending grunt. + </p> + <p> + “Ruth Varnum was always as nervous as a rat; and, come to think of it, she + was the first one to see ’em after they was picked up. It happened right + below lawyer Varnum’s, down at the bend of the Corbury road, just round + about the time that Ruth got engaged to Ned Hale. The young folks was all + friends, and I guess she just can’t bear to talk about it. She’s had + troubles enough of her own.” + </p> + <p> + All the dwellers in Starkfield, as in more notable communities, had had + troubles enough of their own to make them comparatively indifferent to + those of their neighbours; and though all conceded that Ethan Frome’s had + been beyond the common measure, no one gave me an explanation of the look + in his face which, as I persisted in thinking, neither poverty nor + physical suffering could have put there. Nevertheless, I might have + contented myself with the story pieced together from these hints had it + not been for the provocation of Mrs. Hale’s silence, and—a little + later—for the accident of personal contact with the man. + </p> + <p> + On my arrival at Starkfield, Denis Eady, the rich Irish grocer, who was + the proprietor of Starkfield’s nearest approach to a livery stable, had + entered into an agreement to send me over daily to Corbury Flats, where I + had to pick up my train for the Junction. But about the middle of the + winter Eady’s horses fell ill of a local epidemic. The illness spread to + the other Starkfield stables and for a day or two I was put to it to find + a means of transport. Then Harmon Gow suggested that Ethan Frome’s bay was + still on his legs and that his owner might be glad to drive me over. + </p> + <p> + I stared at the suggestion. “Ethan Frome? But I’ve never even spoken to + him. Why on earth should he put himself out for me?” + </p> + <p> + Harmon’s answer surprised me still more. “I don’t know as he would; but I + know he wouldn’t be sorry to earn a dollar.” + </p> + <p> + I had been told that Frome was poor, and that the saw-mill and the arid + acres of his farm yielded scarcely enough to keep his household through + the winter; but I had not supposed him to be in such want as Harmon’s + words implied, and I expressed my wonder. + </p> + <p> + “Well, matters ain’t gone any too well with him,” Harmon said. “When a + man’s been setting round like a hulk for twenty years or more, seeing + things that want doing, it eats inter him, and he loses his grit. That + Frome farm was always ’bout as bare’s a milkpan when the cat’s been round; + and you know what one of them old water-mills is wuth nowadays. When Ethan + could sweat over ’em both from sunup to dark he kinder choked a living out + of ’em; but his folks ate up most everything, even then, and I don’t see + how he makes out now. Fust his father got a kick, out haying, and went + soft in the brain, and gave away money like Bible texts afore he died. + Then his mother got queer and dragged along for years as weak as a baby; + and his wife Zeena, she’s always been the greatest hand at doctoring in + the county. Sickness and trouble: that’s what Ethan’s had his plate full + up with, ever since the very first helping.” + </p> + <p> + The next morning, when I looked out, I saw the hollow-backed bay between + the Varnum spruces, and Ethan Frome, throwing back his worn bearskin, made + room for me in the sleigh at his side. After that, for a week, he drove me + over every morning to Corbury Flats, and on my return in the afternoon met + me again and carried me back through the icy night to Starkfield. The + distance each way was barely three miles, but the old bay’s pace was slow, + and even with firm snow under the runners we were nearly an hour on the + way. Ethan Frome drove in silence, the reins loosely held in his left + hand, his brown seamed profile, under the helmet-like peak of the cap, + relieved against the banks of snow like the bronze image of a hero. He + never turned his face to mine, or answered, except in monosyllables, the + questions I put, or such slight pleasantries as I ventured. He seemed a + part of the mute melancholy landscape, an incarnation of its frozen woe, + with all that was warm and sentient in him fast bound below the surface; + but there was nothing unfriendly in his silence. I simply felt that he + lived in a depth of moral isolation too remote for casual access, and I + had the sense that his loneliness was not merely the result of his + personal plight, tragic as I guessed that to be, but had in it, as Harmon + Gow had hinted, the profound accumulated cold of many Starkfield winters. + </p> + <p> + Only once or twice was the distance between us bridged for a moment; and + the glimpses thus gained confirmed my desire to know more. Once I happened + to speak of an engineering job I had been on the previous year in Florida, + and of the contrast between the winter landscape about us and that in + which I had found myself the year before; and to my surprise Frome said + suddenly: “Yes: I was down there once, and for a good while afterward I + could call up the sight of it in winter. But now it’s all snowed under.” + </p> + <p> + He said no more, and I had to guess the rest from the inflection of his + voice and his sharp relapse into silence. + </p> + <p> + Another day, on getting into my train at the Flats, I missed a volume of + popular science—I think it was on some recent discoveries in + bio-chemistry—which I had carried with me to read on the way. I + thought no more about it till I got into the sleigh again that evening, + and saw the book in Frome’s hand. + </p> + <p> + “I found it after you were gone,” he said. + </p> + <p> + I put the volume into my pocket and we dropped back into our usual + silence; but as we began to crawl up the long hill from Corbury Flats to + the Starkfield ridge I became aware in the dusk that he had turned his + face to mine. + </p> + <p> + “There are things in that book that I didn’t know the first word about,” + he said. + </p> + <p> + I wondered less at his words than at the queer note of resentment in his + voice. He was evidently surprised and slightly aggrieved at his own + ignorance. + </p> + <p> + “Does that sort of thing interest you?” I asked. + </p> + <p> + “It used to.” + </p> + <p> + “There are one or two rather new things in the book: there have been some + big strides lately in that particular line of research.” I waited a moment + for an answer that did not come; then I said: “If you’d like to look the + book through I’d be glad to leave it with you.” + </p> + <p> + He hesitated, and I had the impression that he felt himself about to yield + to a stealing tide of inertia; then, “Thank you—I’ll take it,” he + answered shortly. + </p> + <p> + I hoped that this incident might set up some more direct communication + between us. Frome was so simple and straightforward that I was sure his + curiosity about the book was based on a genuine interest in its subject. + Such tastes and acquirements in a man of his condition made the contrast + more poignant between his outer situation and his inner needs, and I hoped + that the chance of giving expression to the latter might at least unseal + his lips. But something in his past history, or in his present way of + living, had apparently driven him too deeply into himself for any casual + impulse to draw him back to his kind. At our next meeting he made no + allusion to the book, and our intercourse seemed fated to remain as + negative and one-sided as if there had been no break in his reserve. + </p> + <p> + Frome had been driving me over to the Flats for about a week when one + morning I looked out of my window into a thick snow-fall. The height of + the white waves massed against the garden-fence and along the wall of the + church showed that the storm must have been going on all night, and that + the drifts were likely to be heavy in the open. I thought it probable that + my train would be delayed; but I had to be at the power-house for an hour + or two that afternoon, and I decided, if Frome turned up, to push through + to the Flats and wait there till my train came in. I don’t know why I put + it in the conditional, however, for I never doubted that Frome would + appear. He was not the kind of man to be turned from his business by any + commotion of the elements; and at the appointed hour his sleigh glided up + through the snow like a stage-apparition behind thickening veils of gauze. + </p> + <p> + I was getting to know him too well to express either wonder or gratitude + at his keeping his appointment; but I exclaimed in surprise as I saw him + turn his horse in a direction opposite to that of the Corbury road. + </p> + <p> + “The railroad’s blocked by a freight-train that got stuck in a drift below + the Flats,” he explained, as we jogged off into the stinging whiteness. + </p> + <p> + “But look here—where are you taking me, then?” + </p> + <p> + “Straight to the Junction, by the shortest way,” he answered, pointing up + School House Hill with his whip. + </p> + <p> + “To the Junction—in this storm? Why, it’s a good ten miles!” + </p> + <p> + “The bay’ll do it if you give him time. You said you had some business + there this afternoon. I’ll see you get there.” + </p> + <p> + He said it so quietly that I could only answer: “You’re doing me the + biggest kind of a favour.” + </p> + <p> + “That’s all right,” he rejoined. + </p> + <p> + Abreast of the schoolhouse the road forked, and we dipped down a lane to + the left, between hemlock boughs bent inward to their trunks by the weight + of the snow. I had often walked that way on Sundays, and knew that the + solitary roof showing through bare branches near the bottom of the hill + was that of Frome’s saw-mill. It looked exanimate enough, with its idle + wheel looming above the black stream dashed with yellow-white spume, and + its cluster of sheds sagging under their white load. Frome did not even + turn his head as we drove by, and still in silence we began to mount the + next slope. About a mile farther, on a road I had never travelled, we came + to an orchard of starved apple-trees writhing over a hillside among + outcroppings of slate that nuzzled up through the snow like animals + pushing out their noses to breathe. Beyond the orchard lay a field or two, + their boundaries lost under drifts; and above the fields, huddled against + the white immensities of land and sky, one of those lonely New England + farm-houses that make the landscape lonelier. + </p> + <p> + “That’s my place,” said Frome, with a sideway jerk of his lame elbow; and + in the distress and oppression of the scene I did not know what to answer. + The snow had ceased, and a flash of watery sunlight exposed the house on + the slope above us in all its plaintive ugliness. The black wraith of a + deciduous creeper flapped from the porch, and the thin wooden walls, under + their worn coat of paint, seemed to shiver in the wind that had risen with + the ceasing of the snow. + </p> + <p> + “The house was bigger in my father’s time: I had to take down the ‘L,’ a + while back,” Frome continued, checking with a twitch of the left rein the + bay’s evident intention of turning in through the broken-down gate. + </p> + <p> + I saw then that the unusually forlorn and stunted look of the house was + partly due to the loss of what is known in New England as the “L”: that + long deep-roofed adjunct usually built at right angles to the main house, + and connecting it, by way of storerooms and tool-house, with the wood-shed + and cow-barn. Whether because of its symbolic sense, the image it presents + of a life linked with the soil, and enclosing in itself the chief sources + of warmth and nourishment, or whether merely because of the consolatory + thought that it enables the dwellers in that harsh climate to get to their + morning’s work without facing the weather, it is certain that the “L” + rather than the house itself seems to be the centre, the actual + hearth-stone of the New England farm. Perhaps this connection of ideas, + which had often occurred to me in my rambles about Starkfield, caused me + to hear a wistful note in Frome’s words, and to see in the diminished + dwelling the image of his own shrunken body. + </p> + <p> + “We’re kinder side-tracked here now,” he added, “but there was + considerable passing before the railroad was carried through to the + Flats.” He roused the lagging bay with another twitch; then, as if the + mere sight of the house had let me too deeply into his confidence for any + farther pretence of reserve, he went on slowly: “I’ve always set down the + worst of mother’s trouble to that. When she got the rheumatism so bad she + couldn’t move around she used to sit up there and watch the road by the + hour; and one year, when they was six months mending the Bettsbridge pike + after the floods, and Harmon Gow had to bring his stage round this way, + she picked up so that she used to get down to the gate most days to see + him. But after the trains begun running nobody ever come by here to speak + of, and mother never could get it through her head what had happened, and + it preyed on her right along till she died.” + </p> + <p> + As we turned into the Corbury road the snow began to fall again, cutting + off our last glimpse of the house; and Frome’s silence fell with it, + letting down between us the old veil of reticence. This time the wind did + not cease with the return of the snow. Instead, it sprang up to a gale + which now and then, from a tattered sky, flung pale sweeps of sunlight + over a landscape chaotically tossed. But the bay was as good as Frome’s + word, and we pushed on to the Junction through the wild white scene. + </p> + <p> + In the afternoon the storm held off, and the clearness in the west seemed + to my inexperienced eye the pledge of a fair evening. I finished my + business as quickly as possible, and we set out for Starkfield with a good + chance of getting there for supper. But at sunset the clouds gathered + again, bringing an earlier night, and the snow began to fall straight and + steadily from a sky without wind, in a soft universal diffusion more + confusing than the gusts and eddies of the morning. It seemed to be a part + of the thickening darkness, to be the winter night itself descending on us + layer by layer. + </p> + <p> + The small ray of Frome’s lantern was soon lost in this smothering medium, + in which even his sense of direction, and the bay’s homing instinct, + finally ceased to serve us. Two or three times some ghostly landmark + sprang up to warn us that we were astray, and then was sucked back into + the mist; and when we finally regained our road the old horse began to + show signs of exhaustion. I felt myself to blame for having accepted + Frome’s offer, and after a short discussion I persuaded him to let me get + out of the sleigh and walk along through the snow at the bay’s side. In + this way we struggled on for another mile or two, and at last reached a + point where Frome, peering into what seemed to me formless night, said: + “That’s my gate down yonder.” + </p> + <p> + The last stretch had been the hardest part of the way. The bitter cold and + the heavy going had nearly knocked the wind out of me, and I could feel + the horse’s side ticking like a clock under my hand. + </p> + <p> + “Look here, Frome,” I began, “there’s no earthly use in your going any + farther—” but he interrupted me: “Nor you neither. There’s been + about enough of this for anybody.” + </p> + <p> + I understood that he was offering me a night’s shelter at the farm, and + without answering I turned into the gate at his side, and followed him to + the barn, where I helped him to unharness and bed down the tired horse. + When this was done he unhooked the lantern from the sleigh, stepped out + again into the night, and called to me over his shoulder: “This way.” + </p> + <p> + Far off above us a square of light trembled through the screen of snow. + Staggering along in Frome’s wake I floundered toward it, and in the + darkness almost fell into one of the deep drifts against the front of the + house. Frome scrambled up the slippery steps of the porch, digging a way + through the snow with his heavily booted foot. Then he lifted his lantern, + found the latch, and led the way into the house. I went after him into a + low unlit passage, at the back of which a ladder-like staircase rose into + obscurity. On our right a line of light marked the door of the room which + had sent its ray across the night; and behind the door I heard a woman’s + voice droning querulously. + </p> + <p> + Frome stamped on the worn oil-cloth to shake the snow from his boots, and + set down his lantern on a kitchen chair which was the only piece of + furniture in the hall. Then he opened the door. + </p> + <p> + “Come in,” he said; and as he spoke the droning voice grew still.... + </p> + <p> + It was that night that I found the clue to Ethan Frome, and began to put + together this vision of his story. + </p> + <p> + <br> <br> + </p> + <hr> + <p> + <br> <br> <a id="link2H_4_0002"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div class='chapter'><h2> + I + </h2></div> + <p> + The village lay under two feet of snow, with drifts at the windy corners. + In a sky of iron the points of the Dipper hung like icicles and Orion + flashed his cold fires. The moon had set, but the night was so transparent + that the white house-fronts between the elms looked gray against the snow, + clumps of bushes made black stains on it, and the basement windows of the + church sent shafts of yellow light far across the endless undulations. + </p> + <p> + Young Ethan Frome walked at a quick pace along the deserted street, past + the bank and Michael Eady’s new brick store and Lawyer Varnum’s house with + the two black Norway spruces at the gate. Opposite the Varnum gate, where + the road fell away toward the Corbury valley, the church reared its slim + white steeple and narrow peristyle. As the young man walked toward it the + upper windows drew a black arcade along the side wall of the building, but + from the lower openings, on the side where the ground sloped steeply down + to the Corbury road, the light shot its long bars, illuminating many fresh + furrows in the track leading to the basement door, and showing, under an + adjoining shed, a line of sleighs with heavily blanketed horses. + </p> + <p> + The night was perfectly still, and the air so dry and pure that it gave + little sensation of cold. The effect produced on Frome was rather of a + complete absence of atmosphere, as though nothing less tenuous than ether + intervened between the white earth under his feet and the metallic dome + overhead. “It’s like being in an exhausted receiver,” he thought. Four or + five years earlier he had taken a year’s course at a technological college + at Worcester, and dabbled in the laboratory with a friendly professor of + physics; and the images supplied by that experience still cropped up, at + unexpected moments, through the totally different associations of thought + in which he had since been living. His father’s death, and the misfortunes + following it, had put a premature end to Ethan’s studies; but though they + had not gone far enough to be of much practical use they had fed his fancy + and made him aware of huge cloudy meanings behind the daily face of + things. + </p> + <p> + As he strode along through the snow the sense of such meanings glowed in + his brain and mingled with the bodily flush produced by his sharp tramp. + At the end of the village he paused before the darkened front of the + church. He stood there a moment, breathing quickly, and looking up and + down the street, in which not another figure moved. The pitch of the + Corbury road, below lawyer Varnum’s spruces, was the favourite + coasting-ground of Starkfield, and on clear evenings the church corner + rang till late with the shouts of the coasters; but to-night not a sled + darkened the whiteness of the long declivity. The hush of midnight lay on + the village, and all its waking life was gathered behind the church + windows, from which strains of dance-music flowed with the broad bands of + yellow light. + </p> + <p> + The young man, skirting the side of the building, went down the slope + toward the basement door. To keep out of range of the revealing rays from + within he made a circuit through the untrodden snow and gradually + approached the farther angle of the basement wall. Thence, still hugging + the shadow, he edged his way cautiously forward to the nearest window, + holding back his straight spare body and craning his neck till he got a + glimpse of the room. + </p> + <p> + Seen thus, from the pure and frosty darkness in which he stood, it seemed + to be seething in a mist of heat. The metal reflectors of the gas-jets + sent crude waves of light against the whitewashed walls, and the iron + flanks of the stove at the end of the hall looked as though they were + heaving with volcanic fires. The floor was thronged with girls and young + men. Down the side wall facing the window stood a row of kitchen chairs + from which the older women had just risen. By this time the music had + stopped, and the musicians—a fiddler, and the young lady who played + the harmonium on Sundays—were hastily refreshing themselves at one + corner of the supper-table which aligned its devastated pie-dishes and + ice-cream saucers on the platform at the end of the hall. The guests were + preparing to leave, and the tide had already set toward the passage where + coats and wraps were hung, when a young man with a sprightly foot and a + shock of black hair shot into the middle of the floor and clapped his + hands. The signal took instant effect. The musicians hurried to their + instruments, the dancers—some already half-muffled for departure—fell + into line down each side of the room, the older spectators slipped back to + their chairs, and the lively young man, after diving about here and there + in the throng, drew forth a girl who had already wound a cherry-coloured + “fascinator” about her head, and, leading her up to the end of the floor, + whirled her down its length to the bounding tune of a Virginia reel. + </p> + <p> + Frome’s heart was beating fast. He had been straining for a glimpse of the + dark head under the cherry-coloured scarf and it vexed him that another + eye should have been quicker than his. The leader of the reel, who looked + as if he had Irish blood in his veins, danced well, and his partner caught + his fire. As she passed down the line, her light figure swinging from hand + to hand in circles of increasing swiftness, the scarf flew off her head + and stood out behind her shoulders, and Frome, at each turn, caught sight + of her laughing panting lips, the cloud of dark hair about her forehead, + and the dark eyes which seemed the only fixed points in a maze of flying + lines. + </p> + <p> + The dancers were going faster and faster, and the musicians, to keep up + with them, belaboured their instruments like jockeys lashing their mounts + on the home-stretch; yet it seemed to the young man at the window that the + reel would never end. Now and then he turned his eyes from the girl’s face + to that of her partner, which, in the exhilaration of the dance, had taken + on a look of almost impudent ownership. Denis Eady was the son of Michael + Eady, the ambitious Irish grocer, whose suppleness and effrontery had + given Starkfield its first notion of “smart” business methods, and whose + new brick store testified to the success of the attempt. His son seemed + likely to follow in his steps, and was meanwhile applying the same arts to + the conquest of the Starkfield maidenhood. Hitherto Ethan Frome had been + content to think him a mean fellow; but now he positively invited a + horse-whipping. It was strange that the girl did not seem aware of it: + that she could lift her rapt face to her dancer’s, and drop her hands into + his, without appearing to feel the offence of his look and touch. + </p> + <p> + Frome was in the habit of walking into Starkfield to fetch home his wife’s + cousin, Mattie Silver, on the rare evenings when some chance of amusement + drew her to the village. It was his wife who had suggested, when the girl + came to live with them, that such opportunities should be put in her way. + Mattie Silver came from Stamford, and when she entered the Fromes’ + household to act as her cousin Zeena’s aid it was thought best, as she + came without pay, not to let her feel too sharp a contrast between the + life she had left and the isolation of a Starkfield farm. But for this—as + Frome sardonically reflected—it would hardly have occurred to Zeena + to take any thought for the girl’s amusement. + </p> + <p> + When his wife first proposed that they should give Mattie an occasional + evening out he had inwardly demurred at having to do the extra two miles + to the village and back after his hard day on the farm; but not long + afterward he had reached the point of wishing that Starkfield might give + all its nights to revelry. + </p> + <p> + Mattie Silver had lived under his roof for a year, and from early morning + till they met at supper he had frequent chances of seeing her; but no + moments in her company were comparable to those when, her arm in his, and + her light step flying to keep time with his long stride, they walked back + through the night to the farm. He had taken to the girl from the first + day, when he had driven over to the Flats to meet her, and she had smiled + and waved to him from the train, crying out, “You must be Ethan!” as she + jumped down with her bundles, while he reflected, looking over her slight + person: “She don’t look much on housework, but she ain’t a fretter, + anyhow.” But it was not only that the coming to his house of a bit of + hopeful young life was like the lighting of a fire on a cold hearth. The + girl was more than the bright serviceable creature he had thought her. She + had an eye to see and an ear to hear: he could show her things and tell + her things, and taste the bliss of feeling that all he imparted left long + reverberations and echoes he could wake at will. + </p> + <p> + It was during their night walks back to the farm that he felt most + intensely the sweetness of this communion. He had always been more + sensitive than the people about him to the appeal of natural beauty. His + unfinished studies had given form to this sensibility and even in his + unhappiest moments field and sky spoke to him with a deep and powerful + persuasion. But hitherto the emotion had remained in him as a silent ache, + veiling with sadness the beauty that evoked it. He did not even know + whether any one else in the world felt as he did, or whether he was the + sole victim of this mournful privilege. Then he learned that one other + spirit had trembled with the same touch of wonder: that at his side, + living under his roof and eating his bread, was a creature to whom he + could say: “That’s Orion down yonder; the big fellow to the right is + Aldebaran, and the bunch of little ones—like bees swarming—they’re + the Pleiades ...” or whom he could hold entranced before a ledge of granite + thrusting up through the fern while he unrolled the huge panorama of the + ice age, and the long dim stretches of succeeding time. The fact that + admiration for his learning mingled with Mattie’s wonder at what he taught + was not the least part of his pleasure. And there were other sensations, + less definable but more exquisite, which drew them together with a shock + of silent joy: the cold red of sunset behind winter hills, the flight of + cloud-flocks over slopes of golden stubble, or the intensely blue shadows + of hemlocks on sunlit snow. When she said to him once: “It looks just as + if it was painted!” it seemed to Ethan that the art of definition could go + no farther, and that words had at last been found to utter his secret + soul.... + </p> + <p> + As he stood in the darkness outside the church these memories came back + with the poignancy of vanished things. Watching Mattie whirl down the + floor from hand to hand he wondered how he could ever have thought that + his dull talk interested her. To him, who was never gay but in her + presence, her gaiety seemed plain proof of indifference. The face she + lifted to her dancers was the same which, when she saw him, always looked + like a window that has caught the sunset. He even noticed two or three + gestures which, in his fatuity, he had thought she kept for him: a way of + throwing her head back when she was amused, as if to taste her laugh + before she let it out, and a trick of sinking her lids slowly when + anything charmed or moved her. + </p> + <p> + The sight made him unhappy, and his unhappiness roused his latent fears. + His wife had never shown any jealousy of Mattie, but of late she had + grumbled increasingly over the house-work and found oblique ways of + attracting attention to the girl’s inefficiency. Zeena had always been + what Starkfield called “sickly,” and Frome had to admit that, if she were + as ailing as she believed, she needed the help of a stronger arm than the + one which lay so lightly in his during the night walks to the farm. Mattie + had no natural turn for housekeeping, and her training had done nothing to + remedy the defect. She was quick to learn, but forgetful and dreamy, and + not disposed to take the matter seriously. Ethan had an idea that if she + were to marry a man she was fond of the dormant instinct would wake, and + her pies and biscuits become the pride of the county; but domesticity in + the abstract did not interest her. At first she was so awkward that he + could not help laughing at her; but she laughed with him and that made + them better friends. He did his best to supplement her unskilled efforts, + getting up earlier than usual to light the kitchen fire, carrying in the + wood overnight, and neglecting the mill for the farm that he might help + her about the house during the day. He even crept down on Saturday nights + to scrub the kitchen floor after the women had gone to bed; and Zeena, one + day, had surprised him at the churn and had turned away silently, with one + of her queer looks. + </p> + <p> + Of late there had been other signs of her disfavour, as intangible but + more disquieting. One cold winter morning, as he dressed in the dark, his + candle flickering in the draught of the ill-fitting window, he had heard + her speak from the bed behind him. + </p> + <p> + “The doctor don’t want I should be left without anybody to do for me,” she + said in her flat whine. + </p> + <p> + He had supposed her to be asleep, and the sound of her voice had startled + him, though she was given to abrupt explosions of speech after long + intervals of secretive silence. + </p> + <p> + He turned and looked at her where she lay indistinctly outlined under the + dark calico quilt, her high-boned face taking a grayish tinge from the + whiteness of the pillow. + </p> + <p> + “Nobody to do for you?” he repeated. + </p> + <p> + “If you say you can’t afford a hired girl when Mattie goes.” + </p> + <p> + Frome turned away again, and taking up his razor stooped to catch the + reflection of his stretched cheek in the blotched looking-glass above the + wash-stand. + </p> + <p> + “Why on earth should Mattie go?” + </p> + <p> + “Well, when she gets married, I mean,” his wife’s drawl came from behind + him. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, she’d never leave us as long as you needed her,” he returned, + scraping hard at his chin. + </p> + <p> + “I wouldn’t ever have it said that I stood in the way of a poor girl like + Mattie marrying a smart fellow like Denis Eady,” Zeena answered in a tone + of plaintive self-effacement. + </p> + <p> + Ethan, glaring at his face in the glass, threw his head back to draw the + razor from ear to chin. His hand was steady, but the attitude was an + excuse for not making an immediate reply. + </p> + <p> + “And the doctor don’t want I should be left without anybody,” Zeena + continued. “He wanted I should speak to you about a girl he’s heard about, + that might come—” + </p> + <p> + Ethan laid down the razor and straightened himself with a laugh. + </p> + <p> + “Denis Eady! If that’s all, I guess there’s no such hurry to look round + for a girl.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, I’d like to talk to you about it,” said Zeena obstinately. + </p> + <p> + He was getting into his clothes in fumbling haste. “All right. But I + haven’t got the time now; I’m late as it is,” he returned, holding his old + silver turnip-watch to the candle. + </p> + <p> + Zeena, apparently accepting this as final, lay watching him in silence + while he pulled his suspenders over his shoulders and jerked his arms into + his coat; but as he went toward the door she said, suddenly and + incisively: “I guess you’re always late, now you shave every morning.” + </p> + <p> + That thrust had frightened him more than any vague insinuations about + Denis Eady. It was a fact that since Mattie Silver’s coming he had taken + to shaving every day; but his wife always seemed to be asleep when he left + her side in the winter darkness, and he had stupidly assumed that she + would not notice any change in his appearance. Once or twice in the past + he had been faintly disquieted by Zenobia’s way of letting things happen + without seeming to remark them, and then, weeks afterward, in a casual + phrase, revealing that she had all along taken her notes and drawn her + inferences. Of late, however, there had been no room in his thoughts for + such vague apprehensions. Zeena herself, from an oppressive reality, had + faded into an insubstantial shade. All his life was lived in the sight and + sound of Mattie Silver, and he could no longer conceive of its being + otherwise. But now, as he stood outside the church, and saw Mattie + spinning down the floor with Denis Eady, a throng of disregarded hints and + menaces wove their cloud about his brain.... + </p> + <p> + <a id="link2H_4_0003"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br><br><br><br> + </div> + <div class='chapter'><h2> + II + </h2></div> + <p> + As the dancers poured out of the hall Frome, drawing back behind the + projecting storm-door, watched the segregation of the grotesquely muffled + groups, in which a moving lantern ray now and then lit up a face flushed + with food and dancing. The villagers, being afoot, were the first to climb + the slope to the main street, while the country neighbours packed + themselves more slowly into the sleighs under the shed. + </p> + <p> + “Ain’t you riding, Mattie?” a woman’s voice called back from the throng + about the shed, and Ethan’s heart gave a jump. From where he stood he + could not see the persons coming out of the hall till they had advanced a + few steps beyond the wooden sides of the storm-door; but through its + cracks he heard a clear voice answer: “Mercy no! Not on such a night.” + </p> + <p> + She was there, then, close to him, only a thin board between. In another + moment she would step forth into the night, and his eyes, accustomed to + the obscurity, would discern her as clearly as though she stood in + daylight. A wave of shyness pulled him back into the dark angle of the + wall, and he stood there in silence instead of making his presence known + to her. It had been one of the wonders of their intercourse that from the + first, she, the quicker, finer, more expressive, instead of crushing him + by the contrast, had given him something of her own ease and freedom; but + now he felt as heavy and loutish as in his student days, when he had tried + to “jolly” the Worcester girls at a picnic. + </p> + <p> + He hung back, and she came out alone and paused within a few yards of him. + She was almost the last to leave the hall, and she stood looking + uncertainly about her as if wondering why he did not show himself. Then a + man’s figure approached, coming so close to her that under their formless + wrappings they seemed merged in one dim outline. + </p> + <p> + “Gentleman friend gone back on you? Say, Matt, that’s tough! No, I + wouldn’t be mean enough to tell the other girls. I ain’t as low-down as + that.” (How Frome hated his cheap banter!) “But look at here, ain’t it + lucky I got the old man’s cutter down there waiting for us?” + </p> + <p> + Frome heard the girl’s voice, gaily incredulous: “What on earth’s your + father’s cutter doin’ down there?” + </p> + <p> + “Why, waiting for me to take a ride. I got the roan colt too. I kinder + knew I’d want to take a ride to-night,” Eady, in his triumph, tried to put + a sentimental note into his bragging voice. + </p> + <p> + The girl seemed to waver, and Frome saw her twirl the end of her scarf + irresolutely about her fingers. Not for the world would he have made a + sign to her, though it seemed to him that his life hung on her next + gesture. + </p> + <p> + “Hold on a minute while I unhitch the colt,” Denis called to her, + springing toward the shed. + </p> + <p> + She stood perfectly still, looking after him, in an attitude of tranquil + expectancy torturing to the hidden watcher. Frome noticed that she no + longer turned her head from side to side, as though peering through the + night for another figure. She let Denis Eady lead out the horse, climb + into the cutter and fling back the bearskin to make room for her at his + side; then, with a swift motion of flight, she turned about and darted up + the slope toward the front of the church. + </p> + <p> + “Good-bye! Hope you’ll have a lovely ride!” she called back to him over + her shoulder. + </p> + <p> + Denis laughed, and gave the horse a cut that brought him quickly abreast + of her retreating figure. + </p> + <p> + “Come along! Get in quick! It’s as slippery as thunder on this turn,” he + cried, leaning over to reach out a hand to her. + </p> + <p> + She laughed back at him: “Good-night! I’m not getting in.” + </p> + <p> + By this time they had passed beyond Frome’s earshot and he could only + follow the shadowy pantomime of their silhouettes as they continued to + move along the crest of the slope above him. He saw Eady, after a moment, + jump from the cutter and go toward the girl with the reins over one arm. + The other he tried to slip through hers; but she eluded him nimbly, and + Frome’s heart, which had swung out over a black void, trembled back to + safety. A moment later he heard the jingle of departing sleigh bells and + discerned a figure advancing alone toward the empty expanse of snow before + the church. + </p> + <p> + In the black shade of the Varnum spruces he caught up with her and she + turned with a quick “Oh!” + </p> + <p> + “Think I’d forgotten you, Matt?” he asked with sheepish glee. + </p> + <p> + She answered seriously: “I thought maybe you couldn’t come back for me.” + </p> + <p> + “Couldn’t? What on earth could stop me?” + </p> + <p> + “I knew Zeena wasn’t feeling any too good to-day.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, she’s in bed long ago.” He paused, a question struggling in him. + “Then you meant to walk home all alone?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, I ain’t afraid!” she laughed. + </p> + <p> + They stood together in the gloom of the spruces, an empty world glimmering + about them wide and grey under the stars. He brought his question out. + </p> + <p> + “If you thought I hadn’t come, why didn’t you ride back with Denis Eady?” + </p> + <p> + “Why, where <i>were</i> you? How did you know? I never saw you!” + </p> + <p> + Her wonder and his laughter ran together like spring rills in a thaw. + Ethan had the sense of having done something arch and ingenious. To + prolong the effect he groped for a dazzling phrase, and brought out, in a + growl of rapture: “Come along.” + </p> + <p> + He slipped an arm through hers, as Eady had done, and fancied it was + faintly pressed against her side, but neither of them moved. It was so + dark under the spruces that he could barely see the shape of her head + beside his shoulder. He longed to stoop his cheek and rub it against her + scarf. He would have liked to stand there with her all night in the + blackness. She moved forward a step or two and then paused again above the + dip of the Corbury road. Its icy slope, scored by innumerable runners, + looked like a mirror scratched by travellers at an inn. + </p> + <p> + “There was a whole lot of them coasting before the moon set,” she said. + </p> + <p> + “Would you like to come in and coast with them some night?” he asked. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, <i>would</i> you, Ethan? It would be lovely!” + </p> + <p> + “We’ll come to-morrow if there’s a moon.” + </p> + <p> + She lingered, pressing closer to his side. “Ned Hale and Ruth Varnum came + just as <i>near</i> running into the big elm at the bottom. We were all sure they + were killed.” Her shiver ran down his arm. “Wouldn’t it have been too + awful? They’re so happy!” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, Ned ain’t much at steering. I guess I can take you down all right!” + he said disdainfully. + </p> + <p> + He was aware that he was “talking big,” like Denis Eady; but his reaction + of joy had unsteadied him, and the inflection with which she had said of + the engaged couple “They’re so happy!” made the words sound as if she had + been thinking of herself and him. + </p> + <p> + “The elm <i>is</i> dangerous, though. It ought to be cut down,” she insisted. + </p> + <p> + “Would you be afraid of it, with me?” + </p> + <p> + “I told you I ain’t the kind to be afraid,” she tossed back, almost + indifferently; and suddenly she began to walk on with a rapid step. + </p> + <p> + These alterations of mood were the despair and joy of Ethan Frome. The + motions of her mind were as incalculable as the flit of a bird in the + branches. The fact that he had no right to show his feelings, and thus + provoke the expression of hers, made him attach a fantastic importance to + every change in her look and tone. Now he thought she understood him, and + feared; now he was sure she did not, and despaired. To-night the pressure + of accumulated misgivings sent the scale drooping toward despair, and her + indifference was the more chilling after the flush of joy into which she + had plunged him by dismissing Denis Eady. He mounted School House Hill at + her side and walked on in silence till they reached the lane leading to + the saw-mill; then the need of some definite assurance grew too strong for + him. + </p> + <p> + “You’d have found me right off if you hadn’t gone back to have that last + reel with Denis,” he brought out awkwardly. He could not pronounce the + name without a stiffening of the muscles of his throat. + </p> + <p> + “Why, Ethan, how could I tell you were there?” + </p> + <p> + “I suppose what folks say is true,” he jerked out at her, instead of + answering. + </p> + <p> + She stopped short, and he felt, in the darkness, that her face was lifted + quickly to his. “Why, what do folks say?” + </p> + <p> + “It’s natural enough you should be leaving us,” he floundered on, following + his thought. + </p> + <p> + “Is that what they say?” she mocked back at him; then, with a sudden drop + of her sweet treble: “You mean that Zeena—ain’t suited with me any + more?” she faltered. + </p> + <p> + Their arms had slipped apart and they stood motionless, each seeking to + distinguish the other’s face. + </p> + <p> + “I know I ain’t anything like as smart as I ought to be,” she went on, + while he vainly struggled for expression. “There’s lots of things a hired + girl could do that come awkward to me still—and I haven’t got much + strength in my arms. But if she’d only tell me I’d try. You know she + hardly ever says anything, and sometimes I can see she ain’t suited, and + yet I don’t know why.” She turned on him with a sudden flash of + indignation. “You’d ought to tell me, Ethan Frome—you’d ought to! + Unless <i>you</i> want me to go too—” + </p> + <p> + Unless he wanted her to go too! The cry was balm to his raw wound. The + iron heavens seemed to melt and rain down sweetness. Again he struggled + for the all-expressive word, and again, his arm in hers, found only a deep + “Come along.” + </p> + <p> + They walked on in silence through the blackness of the hemlock-shaded + lane, where Ethan’s sawmill gloomed through the night, and out again into + the comparative clearness of the fields. On the farther side of the + hemlock belt the open country rolled away before them grey and lonely + under the stars. Sometimes their way led them under the shade of an + overhanging bank or through the thin obscurity of a clump of leafless + trees. Here and there a farmhouse stood far back among the fields, mute + and cold as a grave-stone. The night was so still that they heard the + frozen snow crackle under their feet. The crash of a loaded branch falling + far off in the woods reverberated like a musket-shot, and once a fox + barked, and Mattie shrank closer to Ethan, and quickened her steps. + </p> + <p> + At length they sighted the group of larches at Ethan’s gate, and as they + drew near it the sense that the walk was over brought back his words. + </p> + <p> + “Then you don’t want to leave us, Matt?” + </p> + <p> + He had to stoop his head to catch her stifled whisper: “Where’d I go, if I + did?” + </p> + <p> + The answer sent a pang through him but the tone suffused him with joy. He + forgot what else he had meant to say and pressed her against him so + closely that he seemed to feel her warmth in his veins. + </p> + <p> + “You ain’t crying are you, Matt?” + </p> + <p> + “No, of course I’m not,” she quavered. + </p> + <p> + They turned in at the gate and passed under the shaded knoll where, + enclosed in a low fence, the Frome grave-stones slanted at crazy angles + through the snow. Ethan looked at them curiously. For years that quiet + company had mocked his restlessness, his desire for change and freedom. + “We never got away—how should you?” seemed to be written on every + headstone; and whenever he went in or out of his gate he thought with a + shiver: “I shall just go on living here till I join them.” But now all + desire for change had vanished, and the sight of the little enclosure gave + him a warm sense of continuance and stability. + </p> + <p> + “I guess we’ll never let you go, Matt,” he whispered, as though even the + dead, lovers once, must conspire with him to keep her; and brushing by the + graves, he thought: “We’ll always go on living here together, and some day + she’ll lie there beside me.” + </p> + <p> + He let the vision possess him as they climbed the hill to the house. He + was never so happy with her as when he abandoned himself to these dreams. + Half-way up the slope Mattie stumbled against some unseen obstruction and + clutched his sleeve to steady herself. The wave of warmth that went + through him was like the prolongation of his vision. For the first time he + stole his arm about her, and she did not resist. They walked on as if they + were floating on a summer stream. + </p> + <p> + Zeena always went to bed as soon as she had had her supper, and the + shutterless windows of the house were dark. A dead cucumber-vine dangled + from the porch like the crape streamer tied to the door for a death, and + the thought flashed through Ethan’s brain: “If it was there for Zeena—” + Then he had a distinct sight of his wife lying in their bedroom asleep, + her mouth slightly open, her false teeth in a tumbler by the bed.... + </p> + <p> + They walked around to the back of the house, between the rigid gooseberry + bushes. It was Zeena’s habit, when they came back late from the village, + to leave the key of the kitchen door under the mat. Ethan stood before the + door, his head heavy with dreams, his arm still about Mattie. “Matt—” + he began, not knowing what he meant to say. + </p> + <p> + She slipped out of his hold without speaking, and he stooped down and felt + for the key. + </p> + <p> + “It’s not there!” he said, straightening himself with a start. + </p> + <p> + They strained their eyes at each other through the icy darkness. Such a + thing had never happened before. + </p> + <p> + “Maybe she’s forgotten it,” Mattie said in a tremulous whisper; but both + of them knew that it was not like Zeena to forget. + </p> + <p> + “It might have fallen off into the snow,” Mattie continued, after a pause + during which they had stood intently listening. + </p> + <p> + “It must have been pushed off, then,” he rejoined in the same tone. + Another wild thought tore through him. What if tramps had been there—what + if.... + </p> + <p> + Again he listened, fancying he heard a distant sound in the house; then he + felt in his pocket for a match, and kneeling down, passed its light slowly + over the rough edges of snow about the doorstep. + </p> + <p> + He was still kneeling when his eyes, on a level with the lower panel of + the door, caught a faint ray beneath it. Who could be stirring in that + silent house? He heard a step on the stairs, and again for an instant the + thought of tramps tore through him. Then the door opened and he saw his + wife. + </p> + <p> + Against the dark background of the kitchen she stood up tall and angular, + one hand drawing a quilted counterpane to her flat breast, while the other + held a lamp. The light, on a level with her chin, drew out of the darkness + her puckered throat and the projecting wrist of the hand that clutched the + quilt, and deepened fantastically the hollows and prominences of her + high-boned face under its ring of crimping-pins. To Ethan, still in the + rosy haze of his hour with Mattie, the sight came with the intense + precision of the last dream before waking. He felt as if he had never + before known what his wife looked like. + </p> + <p> + She drew aside without speaking, and Mattie and Ethan passed into the + kitchen, which had the deadly chill of a vault after the dry cold of the + night. + </p> + <p> + “Guess you forgot about us, Zeena,” Ethan joked, stamping the snow from + his boots. + </p> + <p> + “No. I just felt so mean I couldn’t sleep.” + </p> + <p> + Mattie came forward, unwinding her wraps, the colour of the cherry scarf + in her fresh lips and cheeks. “I’m so sorry, Zeena! Isn’t there anything I + can do?” + </p> + <p> + “No; there’s nothing.” Zeena turned away from her. “You might ’a’ shook + off that snow outside,” she said to her husband. + </p> + <p> + She walked out of the kitchen ahead of them and pausing in the hall raised + the lamp at arm’s-length, as if to light them up the stairs. + </p> + <p> + Ethan paused also, affecting to fumble for the peg on which he hung his + coat and cap. The doors of the two bedrooms faced each other across the + narrow upper landing, and to-night it was peculiarly repugnant to him that + Mattie should see him follow Zeena. + </p> + <p> + “I guess I won’t come up yet awhile,” he said, turning as if to go back to + the kitchen. + </p> + <p> + Zeena stopped short and looked at him. “For the land’s sake—what you + going to do down here?” + </p> + <p> + “I’ve got the mill accounts to go over.” + </p> + <p> + She continued to stare at him, the flame of the unshaded lamp bringing out + with microscopic cruelty the fretful lines of her face. + </p> + <p> + “At this time o’ night? You’ll ketch your death. The fire’s out long ago.” + </p> + <p> + Without answering he moved away toward the kitchen. As he did so his + glance crossed Mattie’s and he fancied that a fugitive warning gleamed + through her lashes. The next moment they sank to her flushed cheeks and + she began to mount the stairs ahead of Zeena. + </p> + <p> + “That’s so. It <i>is</i> powerful cold down here,” Ethan assented; and with + lowered head he went up in his wife’s wake, and followed her across the + threshold of their room. + </p> + <p> + <a id="link2H_4_0004"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br><br><br><br> + </div> + <div class='chapter'><h2> + III + </h2></div> + <p> + There was some hauling to be done at the lower end of the wood-lot, and + Ethan was out early the next day. + </p> + <p> + The winter morning was as clear as crystal. The sunrise burned red in a + pure sky, the shadows on the rim of the wood-lot were darkly blue, and + beyond the white and scintillating fields patches of far-off forest hung + like smoke. + </p> + <p> + It was in the early morning stillness, when his muscles were swinging to + their familiar task and his lungs expanding with long draughts of mountain + air, that Ethan did his clearest thinking. He and Zeena had not exchanged + a word after the door of their room had closed on them. She had measured + out some drops from a medicine-bottle on a chair by the bed and, after + swallowing them, and wrapping her head in a piece of yellow flannel, had + lain down with her face turned away. Ethan undressed hurriedly and blew + out the light so that he should not see her when he took his place at her + side. As he lay there he could hear Mattie moving about in her room, and + her candle, sending its small ray across the landing, drew a scarcely + perceptible line of light under his door. He kept his eyes fixed on the + light till it vanished. Then the room grew perfectly black, and not a + sound was audible but Zeena’s asthmatic breathing. Ethan felt confusedly + that there were many things he ought to think about, but through his + tingling veins and tired brain only one sensation throbbed: the warmth of + Mattie’s shoulder against his. Why had he not kissed her when he held her + there? A few hours earlier he would not have asked himself the question. + Even a few minutes earlier, when they had stood alone outside the house, + he would not have dared to think of kissing her. But since he had seen her + lips in the lamplight he felt that they were his. + </p> + <p> + Now, in the bright morning air, her face was still before him. It was part + of the sun’s red and of the pure glitter on the snow. How the girl had + changed since she had come to Starkfield! He remembered what a colourless + slip of a thing she had looked the day he had met her at the station. And + all the first winter, how she had shivered with cold when the northerly + gales shook the thin clapboards and the snow beat like hail against the + loose-hung windows! + </p> + <p> + He had been afraid that she would hate the hard life, the cold and + loneliness; but not a sign of discontent escaped her. Zeena took the view + that Mattie was bound to make the best of Starkfield since she hadn’t any + other place to go to; but this did not strike Ethan as conclusive. Zeena, + at any rate, did not apply the principle in her own case. + </p> + <p> + He felt all the more sorry for the girl because misfortune had, in a + sense, indentured her to them. Mattie Silver was the daughter of a cousin + of Zenobia Frome’s, who had inflamed his clan with mingled sentiments of + envy and admiration by descending from the hills to Connecticut, where he + had married a Stamford girl and succeeded to her father’s thriving “drug” + business. Unhappily Orin Silver, a man of far-reaching aims, had died too + soon to prove that the end justifies the means. His accounts revealed + merely what the means had been; and these were such that it was fortunate + for his wife and daughter that his books were examined only after his + impressive funeral. His wife died of the disclosure, and Mattie, at + twenty, was left alone to make her way on the fifty dollars obtained from + the sale of her piano. For this purpose her equipment, though varied, was + inadequate. She could trim a hat, make molasses candy, recite “Curfew + shall not ring to-night,” and play “The Lost Chord” and a pot-pourri from + “Carmen.” When she tried to extend the field of her activities in the + direction of stenography and book-keeping her health broke down, and six + months on her feet behind the counter of a department store did not tend + to restore it. Her nearest relations had been induced to place their + savings in her father’s hands, and though, after his death, they + ungrudgingly acquitted themselves of the Christian duty of returning good + for evil by giving his daughter all the advice at their disposal, they + could hardly be expected to supplement it by material aid. But when + Zenobia’s doctor recommended her looking about for some one to help her + with the house-work the clan instantly saw the chance of exacting a + compensation from Mattie. Zenobia, though doubtful of the girl’s + efficiency, was tempted by the freedom to find fault without much risk of + losing her; and so Mattie came to Starkfield. + </p> + <p> + Zenobia’s fault-finding was of the silent kind, but not the less + penetrating for that. During the first months Ethan alternately burned + with the desire to see Mattie defy her and trembled with fear of the + result. Then the situation grew less strained. The pure air, and the long + summer hours in the open, gave back life and elasticity to Mattie, and + Zeena, with more leisure to devote to her complex ailments, grew less + watchful of the girl’s omissions; so that Ethan, struggling on under the + burden of his barren farm and failing saw-mill, could at least imagine + that peace reigned in his house. + </p> + <p> + There was really, even now, no tangible evidence to the contrary; but + since the previous night a vague dread had hung on his sky-line. It was + formed of Zeena’s obstinate silence, of Mattie’s sudden look of warning, + of the memory of just such fleeting imperceptible signs as those which + told him, on certain stainless mornings, that before night there would be + rain. + </p> + <p> + His dread was so strong that, man-like, he sought to postpone certainty. + The hauling was not over till mid-day, and as the lumber was to be + delivered to Andrew Hale, the Starkfield builder, it was really easier for + Ethan to send Jotham Powell, the hired man, back to the farm on foot, and + drive the load down to the village himself. He had scrambled up on the + logs, and was sitting astride of them, close over his shaggy grays, when, + coming between him and their streaming necks, he had a vision of the + warning look that Mattie had given him the night before. + </p> + <p> + “If there’s going to be any trouble I want to be there,” was his vague + reflection, as he threw to Jotham the unexpected order to unhitch the team + and lead them back to the barn. + </p> + <p> + It was a slow trudge home through the heavy fields, and when the two men + entered the kitchen Mattie was lifting the coffee from the stove and Zeena + was already at the table. Her husband stopped short at sight of her. + Instead of her usual calico wrapper and knitted shawl she wore her best + dress of brown merino, and above her thin strands of hair, which still + preserved the tight undulations of the crimping-pins, rose a hard + perpendicular bonnet, as to which Ethan’s clearest notion was that he had + to pay five dollars for it at the Bettsbridge Emporium. On the floor + beside her stood his old valise and a bandbox wrapped in newspapers. + </p> + <p> + “Why, where are you going, Zeena?” he exclaimed. + </p> + <p> + “I’ve got my shooting pains so bad that I’m going over to Bettsbridge to + spend the night with Aunt Martha Pierce and see that new doctor,” she + answered in a matter-of-fact tone, as if she had said she was going into + the store-room to take a look at the preserves, or up to the attic to go + over the blankets. + </p> + <p> + In spite of her sedentary habits such abrupt decisions were not without + precedent in Zeena’s history. Twice or thrice before she had suddenly + packed Ethan’s valise and started off to Bettsbridge, or even Springfield, + to seek the advice of some new doctor, and her husband had grown to dread + these expeditions because of their cost. Zeena always came back laden with + expensive remedies, and her last visit to Springfield had been + commemorated by her paying twenty dollars for an electric battery of which + she had never been able to learn the use. But for the moment his sense of + relief was so great as to preclude all other feelings. He had now no doubt + that Zeena had spoken the truth in saying, the night before, that she had + sat up because she felt “too mean” to sleep: her abrupt resolve to seek + medical advice showed that, as usual, she was wholly absorbed in her + health. + </p> + <p> + As if expecting a protest, she continued plaintively; “If you’re too busy + with the hauling I presume you can let Jotham Powell drive me over with + the sorrel in time to ketch the train at the Flats.” + </p> + <p> + Her husband hardly heard what she was saying. During the winter months + there was no stage between Starkfield and Bettsbridge, and the trains + which stopped at Corbury Flats were slow and infrequent. A rapid + calculation showed Ethan that Zeena could not be back at the farm before + the following evening.... + </p> + <p> + “If I’d supposed you’d ’a’ made any objection to Jotham Powell’s driving + me over—” she began again, as though his silence had implied + refusal. On the brink of departure she was always seized with a flux of + words. “All I know is,” she continued, “I can’t go on the way I am much + longer. The pains are clear away down to my ankles now, or I’d ’a’ walked + in to Starkfield on my own feet, sooner’n put you out, and asked Michael + Eady to let me ride over on his wagon to the Flats, when he sends to meet + the train that brings his groceries. I’d ’a’ had two hours to wait in the + station, but I’d sooner ’a’ done it, even with this cold, than to have you + say—” + </p> + <p> + “Of course Jotham’ll drive you over,” Ethan roused himself to answer. He + became suddenly conscious that he was looking at Mattie while Zeena talked + to him, and with an effort he turned his eyes to his wife. She sat + opposite the window, and the pale light reflected from the banks of snow + made her face look more than usually drawn and bloodless, sharpened the + three parallel creases between ear and cheek, and drew querulous lines + from her thin nose to the corners of her mouth. Though she was but seven + years her husband’s senior, and he was only twenty-eight, she was already + an old woman. + </p> + <p> + Ethan tried to say something befitting the occasion, but there was only + one thought in his mind: the fact that, for the first time since Mattie + had come to live with them, Zeena was to be away for a night. He wondered + if the girl were thinking of it too.... + </p> + <p> + He knew that Zeena must be wondering why he did not offer to drive her to + the Flats and let Jotham Powell take the lumber to Starkfield, and at + first he could not think of a pretext for not doing so; then he said: “I’d + take you over myself, only I’ve got to collect the cash for the lumber.” + </p> + <p> + As soon as the words were spoken he regretted them, not only because they + were untrue—there being no prospect of his receiving cash payment + from Hale—but also because he knew from experience the imprudence of + letting Zeena think he was in funds on the eve of one of her therapeutic + excursions. At the moment, however, his one desire was to avoid the long + drive with her behind the ancient sorrel who never went out of a walk. + </p> + <p> + Zeena made no reply: she did not seem to hear what he had said. She had + already pushed her plate aside, and was measuring out a draught from a + large bottle at her elbow. + </p> + <p> + “It ain’t done me a speck of good, but I guess I might as well use it up,” + she remarked; adding, as she pushed the empty bottle toward Mattie: “If + you can get the taste out it’ll do for pickles.” + </p> + <p> + <a id="link2H_4_0005"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br><br><br><br> + </div> + <div class='chapter'><h2> + IV + </h2></div> + <p> + As soon as his wife had driven off Ethan took his coat and cap from the + peg. Mattie was washing up the dishes, humming one of the dance tunes of + the night before. He said “So long, Matt,” and she answered gaily “So + long, Ethan”; and that was all. + </p> + <p> + It was warm and bright in the kitchen. The sun slanted through the south + window on the girl’s moving figure, on the cat dozing in a chair, and on + the geraniums brought in from the door-way, where Ethan had planted them + in the summer to “make a garden” for Mattie. He would have liked to linger + on, watching her tidy up and then settle down to her sewing; but he wanted + still more to get the hauling done and be back at the farm before night. + </p> + <p> + All the way down to the village he continued to think of his return to + Mattie. The kitchen was a poor place, not “spruce” and shining as his + mother had kept it in his boyhood; but it was surprising what a homelike + look the mere fact of Zeena’s absence gave it. And he pictured what it + would be like that evening, when he and Mattie were there after supper. + For the first time they would be alone together indoors, and they would + sit there, one on each side of the stove, like a married couple, he in his + stocking feet and smoking his pipe, she laughing and talking in that funny + way she had, which was always as new to him as if he had never heard her + before. + </p> + <p> + The sweetness of the picture, and the relief of knowing that his fears of + “trouble” with Zeena were unfounded, sent up his spirits with a rush, and + he, who was usually so silent, whistled and sang aloud as he drove through + the snowy fields. There was in him a slumbering spark of sociability which + the long Starkfield winters had not yet extinguished. By nature grave and + inarticulate, he admired recklessness and gaiety in others and was warmed + to the marrow by friendly human intercourse. At Worcester, though he had + the name of keeping to himself and not being much of a hand at a good + time, he had secretly gloried in being clapped on the back and hailed as + “Old Ethe” or “Old Stiff”; and the cessation of such familiarities had + increased the chill of his return to Starkfield. + </p> + <p> + There the silence had deepened about him year by year. Left alone, after + his father’s accident, to carry the burden of farm and mill, he had had no + time for convivial loiterings in the village; and when his mother fell ill + the loneliness of the house grew more oppressive than that of the fields. + His mother had been a talker in her day, but after her “trouble” the sound + of her voice was seldom heard, though she had not lost the power of + speech. Sometimes, in the long winter evenings, when in desperation her + son asked her why she didn’t “say something,” she would lift a finger and + answer: “Because I’m listening”; and on stormy nights, when the loud wind + was about the house, she would complain, if he spoke to her: “They’re + talking so out there that I can’t hear you.” + </p> + <p> + It was only when she drew toward her last illness, and his cousin Zenobia + Pierce came over from the next valley to help him nurse her, that human + speech was heard again in the house. After the mortal silence of his long + imprisonment Zeena’s volubility was music in his ears. He felt that he + might have “gone like his mother” if the sound of a new voice had not come + to steady him. Zeena seemed to understand his case at a glance. She + laughed at him for not knowing the simplest sick-bed duties and told him + to “go right along out” and leave her to see to things. The mere fact of + obeying her orders, of feeling free to go about his business again and + talk with other men, restored his shaken balance and magnified his sense + of what he owed her. Her efficiency shamed and dazzled him. She seemed to + possess by instinct all the household wisdom that his long apprenticeship + had not instilled in him. When the end came it was she who had to tell him + to hitch up and go for the undertaker, and she thought it “funny” that he + had not settled beforehand who was to have his mother’s clothes and the + sewing-machine. After the funeral, when he saw her preparing to go away, + he was seized with an unreasoning dread of being left alone on the farm; + and before he knew what he was doing he had asked her to stay there with + him. He had often thought since that it would not have happened if his + mother had died in spring instead of winter.... + </p> + <p> + When they married it was agreed that, as soon as he could straighten out + the difficulties resulting from Mrs. Frome’s long illness, they would sell + the farm and saw-mill and try their luck in a large town. Ethan’s love of + nature did not take the form of a taste for agriculture. He had always + wanted to be an engineer, and to live in towns, where there were lectures + and big libraries and “fellows doing things.” A slight engineering job in + Florida, put in his way during his period of study at Worcester, increased + his faith in his ability as well as his eagerness to see the world; and he + felt sure that, with a “smart” wife like Zeena, it would not be long + before he had made himself a place in it. + </p> + <p> + Zeena’s native village was slightly larger and nearer to the railway than + Starkfield, and she had let her husband see from the first that life on an + isolated farm was not what she had expected when she married. But + purchasers were slow in coming, and while he waited for them Ethan learned + the impossibility of transplanting her. She chose to look down on + Starkfield, but she could not have lived in a place which looked down on + her. Even Bettsbridge or Shadd’s Falls would not have been sufficiently + aware of her, and in the greater cities which attracted Ethan she would + have suffered a complete loss of identity. And within a year of their + marriage she developed the “sickliness” which had since made her notable + even in a community rich in pathological instances. When she came to take + care of his mother she had seemed to Ethan like the very genius of health, + but he soon saw that her skill as a nurse had been acquired by the + absorbed observation of her own symptoms. + </p> + <p> + Then she too fell silent. Perhaps it was the inevitable effect of life on + the farm, or perhaps, as she sometimes said, it was because Ethan “never + listened.” The charge was not wholly unfounded. When she spoke it was only + to complain, and to complain of things not in his power to remedy; and to + check a tendency to impatient retort he had first formed the habit of not + answering her, and finally of thinking of other things while she talked. + Of late, however, since he had reasons for observing her more closely, her + silence had begun to trouble him. He recalled his mother’s growing + taciturnity, and wondered if Zeena were also turning “queer.” Women did, + he knew. Zeena, who had at her fingers’ ends the pathological chart of the + whole region, had cited many cases of the kind while she was nursing his + mother; and he himself knew of certain lonely farm-houses in the + neighbourhood where stricken creatures pined, and of others where sudden + tragedy had come of their presence. At times, looking at Zeena’s shut + face, he felt the chill of such forebodings. At other times her silence + seemed deliberately assumed to conceal far-reaching intentions, mysterious + conclusions drawn from suspicions and resentments impossible to guess. + That supposition was even more disturbing than the other; and it was the + one which had come to him the night before, when he had seen her standing + in the kitchen door. + </p> + <p> + Now her departure for Bettsbridge had once more eased his mind, and all + his thoughts were on the prospect of his evening with Mattie. Only one + thing weighed on him, and that was his having told Zeena that he was to + receive cash for the lumber. He foresaw so clearly the consequences of + this imprudence that with considerable reluctance he decided to ask Andrew + Hale for a small advance on his load. + </p> + <p> + When Ethan drove into Hale’s yard the builder was just getting out of his + sleigh. + </p> + <p> + “Hello, Ethe!” he said. “This comes handy.” + </p> + <p> + Andrew Hale was a ruddy man with a big gray moustache and a stubbly + double-chin unconstrained by a collar; but his scrupulously clean shirt + was always fastened by a small diamond stud. This display of opulence was + misleading, for though he did a fairly good business it was known that his + easygoing habits and the demands of his large family frequently kept him + what Starkfield called “behind.” He was an old friend of Ethan’s family, + and his house one of the few to which Zeena occasionally went, drawn there + by the fact that Mrs. Hale, in her youth, had done more “doctoring” than + any other woman in Starkfield, and was still a recognised authority on + symptoms and treatment. + </p> + <p> + Hale went up to the grays and patted their sweating flanks. + </p> + <p> + “Well, sir,” he said, “you keep them two as if they was pets.” + </p> + <p> + Ethan set about unloading the logs and when he had finished his job he + pushed open the glazed door of the shed which the builder used as his + office. Hale sat with his feet up on the stove, his back propped against a + battered desk strewn with papers: the place, like the man, was warm, + genial and untidy. + </p> + <p> + “Sit right down and thaw out,” he greeted Ethan. + </p> + <p> + The latter did not know how to begin, but at length he managed to bring + out his request for an advance of fifty dollars. The blood rushed to his + thin skin under the sting of Hale’s astonishment. It was the builder’s + custom to pay at the end of three months, and there was no precedent + between the two men for a cash settlement. + </p> + <p> + Ethan felt that if he had pleaded an urgent need Hale might have made + shift to pay him; but pride, and an instinctive prudence, kept him from + resorting to this argument. After his father’s death it had taken time to + get his head above water, and he did not want Andrew Hale, or any one else + in Starkfield, to think he was going under again. Besides, he hated lying; + if he wanted the money he wanted it, and it was nobody’s business to ask + why. He therefore made his demand with the awkwardness of a proud man who + will not admit to himself that he is stooping; and he was not much + surprised at Hale’s refusal. + </p> + <p> + The builder refused genially, as he did everything else: he treated the + matter as something in the nature of a practical joke, and wanted to know + if Ethan meditated buying a grand piano or adding a “cupolo” to his house; + offering, in the latter case, to give his services free of cost. + </p> + <p> + Ethan’s arts were soon exhausted, and after an embarrassed pause he wished + Hale good day and opened the door of the office. As he passed out the + builder suddenly called after him: “See here—you ain’t in a tight + place, are you?” + </p> + <p> + “Not a bit,” Ethan’s pride retorted before his reason had time to + intervene. + </p> + <p> + “Well, that’s good! Because I <i>am</i>, a shade. Fact is, I was going to ask you + to give me a little extra time on that payment. Business is pretty slack, + to begin with, and then I’m fixing up a little house for Ned and Ruth when + they’re married. I’m glad to do it for ’em, but it costs.” His look + appealed to Ethan for sympathy. “The young people like things nice. You + know how it is yourself: it’s not so long ago since you fixed up your own + place for Zeena.” + </p> + <p> + Ethan left the grays in Hale’s stable and went about some other business + in the village. As he walked away the builder’s last phrase lingered in + his ears, and he reflected grimly that his seven years with Zeena seemed + to Starkfield “not so long.” + </p> + <p> + The afternoon was drawing to an end, and here and there a lighted pane + spangled the cold gray dusk and made the snow look whiter. The bitter + weather had driven every one indoors and Ethan had the long rural street + to himself. Suddenly he heard the brisk play of sleigh-bells and a cutter + passed him, drawn by a free-going horse. Ethan recognised Michael Eady’s + roan colt, and young Denis Eady, in a handsome new fur cap, leaned forward + and waved a greeting. “Hello, Ethe!” he shouted and spun on. + </p> + <p> + The cutter was going in the direction of the Frome farm, and Ethan’s heart + contracted as he listened to the dwindling bells. What more likely than + that Denis Eady had heard of Zeena’s departure for Bettsbridge, and was + profiting by the opportunity to spend an hour with Mattie? Ethan was + ashamed of the storm of jealousy in his breast. It seemed unworthy of the + girl that his thoughts of her should be so violent. + </p> + <p> + He walked on to the church corner and entered the shade of the Varnum + spruces, where he had stood with her the night before. As he passed into + their gloom he saw an indistinct outline just ahead of him. At his + approach it melted for an instant into two separate shapes and then + conjoined again, and he heard a kiss, and a half-laughing “Oh!” provoked + by the discovery of his presence. Again the outline hastily disunited and + the Varnum gate slammed on one half while the other hurried on ahead of + him. Ethan smiled at the discomfiture he had caused. What did it matter to + Ned Hale and Ruth Varnum if they were caught kissing each other? Everybody + in Starkfield knew they were engaged. It pleased Ethan to have surprised a + pair of lovers on the spot where he and Mattie had stood with such a + thirst for each other in their hearts; but he felt a pang at the thought + that these two need not hide their happiness. + </p> + <p> + He fetched the grays from Hale’s stable and started on his long climb back + to the farm. The cold was less sharp than earlier in the day and a thick + fleecy sky threatened snow for the morrow. Here and there a star pricked + through, showing behind it a deep well of blue. In an hour or two the moon + would push over the ridge behind the farm, burn a gold-edged rent in the + clouds, and then be swallowed by them. A mournful peace hung on the + fields, as though they felt the relaxing grasp of the cold and stretched + themselves in their long winter sleep. + </p> + <p> + Ethan’s ears were alert for the jingle of sleigh-bells, but not a sound + broke the silence of the lonely road. As he drew near the farm he saw, + through the thin screen of larches at the gate, a light twinkling in the + house above him. “She’s up in her room,” he said to himself, “fixing + herself up for supper”; and he remembered Zeena’s sarcastic stare when + Mattie, on the evening of her arrival, had come down to supper with + smoothed hair and a ribbon at her neck. + </p> + <p> + He passed by the graves on the knoll and turned his head to glance at one + of the older headstones, which had interested him deeply as a boy because + it bore his name. + </p> + + <div class='center'>SACRED TO THE MEMORY OF</div> + <div class='center'>ETHAN FROME AND ENDURANCE HIS WIFE,</div> + <div class='center'>WHO DWELLED TOGETHER IN PEACE</div> + <div class='center'>FOR FIFTY YEARS.</div> + + <p> + He used to think that fifty years sounded like a long time to live + together; but now it seemed to him that they might pass in a flash. Then, + with a sudden dart of irony, he wondered if, when their turn came, the + same epitaph would be written over him and Zeena. + </p> + <p> + He opened the barn-door and craned his head into the obscurity, + half-fearing to discover Denis Eady’s roan colt in the stall beside the + sorrel. But the old horse was there alone, mumbling his crib with + toothless jaws, and Ethan whistled cheerfully while he bedded down the + grays and shook an extra measure of oats into their mangers. His was not a + tuneful throat—but harsh melodies burst from it as he locked the + barn and sprang up the hill to the house. He reached the kitchen-porch and + turned the door-handle; but the door did not yield to his touch. + </p> + <p> + Startled at finding it locked he rattled the handle violently; then he + reflected that Mattie was alone and that it was natural she should + barricade herself at nightfall. He stood in the darkness expecting to hear + her step. It did not come, and after vainly straining his ears he called + out in a voice that shook with joy: “Hello, Matt!” + </p> + <p> + Silence answered; but in a minute or two he caught a sound on the stairs + and saw a line of light about the door-frame, as he had seen it the night + before. So strange was the precision with which the incidents of the + previous evening were repeating themselves that he half expected, when he + heard the key turn, to see his wife before him on the threshold; but the + door opened, and Mattie faced him. + </p> + <p> + She stood just as Zeena had stood, a lifted lamp in her hand, against the + black background of the kitchen. She held the light at the same level, and + it drew out with the same distinctness her slim young throat and the brown + wrist no bigger than a child’s. Then, striking upward, it threw a lustrous + fleck on her lips, edged her eyes with velvet shade, and laid a milky + whiteness above the black curve of her brows. + </p> + <p> + She wore her usual dress of darkish stuff, and there was no bow at her + neck; but through her hair she had run a streak of crimson ribbon. This + tribute to the unusual transformed and glorified her. She seemed to Ethan + taller, fuller, more womanly in shape and motion. She stood aside, smiling + silently, while he entered, and then moved away from him with something + soft and flowing in her gait. She set the lamp on the table, and he saw + that it was carefully laid for supper, with fresh dough-nuts, stewed + blueberries and his favourite pickles in a dish of gay red glass. A bright + fire glowed in the stove and the cat lay stretched before it, watching the + table with a drowsy eye. + </p> + <p> + Ethan was suffocated with the sense of well-being. He went out into the + passage to hang up his coat and pull off his wet boots. When he came back + Mattie had set the teapot on the table and the cat was rubbing itself + persuasively against her ankles. + </p> + <p> + “Why, Puss! I nearly tripped over you,” she cried, the laughter sparkling + through her lashes. + </p> + <p> + Again Ethan felt a sudden twinge of jealousy. Could it be his coming that + gave her such a kindled face? + </p> + <p> + “Well, Matt, any visitors?” he threw off, stooping down carelessly to + examine the fastening of the stove. + </p> + <p> + She nodded and laughed “Yes, one,” and he felt a blackness settling on his + brows. + </p> + <p> + “Who was that?” he questioned, raising himself up to slant a glance at her + beneath his scowl. + </p> + <p> + Her eyes danced with malice. “Why, Jotham Powell. He came in after he got + back, and asked for a drop of coffee before he went down home.” + </p> + <p> + The blackness lifted and light flooded Ethan’s brain. “That all? Well, I + hope you made out to let him have it.” And after a pause he felt it right + to add: “I suppose he got Zeena over to the Flats all right?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, yes; in plenty of time.” + </p> + <p> + The name threw a chill between them, and they stood a moment looking + sideways at each other before Mattie said with a shy laugh. “I guess it’s + about time for supper.” + </p> + <p> + They drew their seats up to the table, and the cat, unbidden, jumped + between them into Zeena’s empty chair. “Oh, Puss!” said Mattie, and they + laughed again. + </p> + <p> + Ethan, a moment earlier, had felt himself on the brink of eloquence; but + the mention of Zeena had paralysed him. Mattie seemed to feel the + contagion of his embarrassment, and sat with downcast lids, sipping her + tea, while he feigned an insatiable appetite for dough-nuts and sweet + pickles. At last, after casting about for an effective opening, he took a + long gulp of tea, cleared his throat, and said: “Looks as if there’d be + more snow.” + </p> + <p> + She feigned great interest. “Is that so? Do you suppose it’ll interfere + with Zeena’s getting back?” She flushed red as the question escaped her, + and hastily set down the cup she was lifting. + </p> + <p> + Ethan reached over for another helping of pickles. “You never can tell, + this time of year, it drifts so bad on the Flats.” The name had benumbed + him again, and once more he felt as if Zeena were in the room between + them. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, Puss, you’re too greedy!” Mattie cried. + </p> + <p> + The cat, unnoticed, had crept up on muffled paws from Zeena’s seat to the + table, and was stealthily elongating its body in the direction of the + milk-jug, which stood between Ethan and Mattie. The two leaned forward at + the same moment and their hands met on the handle of the jug. Mattie’s + hand was underneath, and Ethan kept his clasped on it a moment longer than + was necessary. The cat, profiting by this unusual demonstration, tried to + effect an unnoticed retreat, and in doing so backed into the pickle-dish, + which fell to the floor with a crash. + </p> + <p> + Mattie, in an instant, had sprung from her chair and was down on her knees + by the fragments. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, Ethan, Ethan—it’s all to pieces! What will Zeena say?” + </p> + <p> + But this time his courage was up. “Well, she’ll have to say it to the cat, + any way!” he rejoined with a laugh, kneeling down at Mattie’s side to + scrape up the swimming pickles. + </p> + <p> + She lifted stricken eyes to him. “Yes, but, you see, she never meant it + should be used, not even when there was company; and I had to get up on + the step-ladder to reach it down from the top shelf of the china-closet, + where she keeps it with all her best things, and of course she’ll want to + know why I did it—” + </p> + <p> + The case was so serious that it called forth all of Ethan’s latent + resolution. + </p> + <p> + “She needn’t know anything about it if you keep quiet. I’ll get another + just like it to-morrow. Where did it come from? I’ll go to Shadd’s Falls + for it if I have to!” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, you’ll never get another even there! It was a wedding present—don’t + you remember? It came all the way from Philadelphia, from Zeena’s aunt + that married the minister. That’s why she wouldn’t ever use it. Oh, Ethan, + Ethan, what in the world shall I do?” + </p> + <p> + She began to cry, and he felt as if every one of her tears were pouring + over him like burning lead. “Don’t, Matt, don’t—oh, <i>don’t</i>!” he + implored her. + </p> + <p> + She struggled to her feet, and he rose and followed her helplessly while + she spread out the pieces of glass on the kitchen dresser. It seemed to + him as if the shattered fragments of their evening lay there. + </p> + <p> + “Here, give them to me,” he said in a voice of sudden authority. + </p> + <p> + She drew aside, instinctively obeying his tone. “Oh, Ethan, what are you + going to do?” + </p> + <p> + Without replying he gathered the pieces of glass into his broad palm and + walked out of the kitchen to the passage. There he lit a candle-end, + opened the china-closet, and, reaching his long arm up to the highest + shelf, laid the pieces together with such accuracy of touch that a close + inspection convinced him of the impossibility of detecting from below that + the dish was broken. If he glued it together the next morning months might + elapse before his wife noticed what had happened, and meanwhile he might + after all be able to match the dish at Shadd’s Falls or Bettsbridge. + Having satisfied himself that there was no risk of immediate discovery he + went back to the kitchen with a lighter step, and found Mattie + disconsolately removing the last scraps of pickle from the floor. + </p> + <p> + “It’s all right, Matt. Come back and finish supper,” he commanded her. + </p> + <p> + Completely reassured, she shone on him through tear-hung lashes, and his + soul swelled with pride as he saw how his tone subdued her. She did not + even ask what he had done. Except when he was steering a big log down the + mountain to his mill he had never known such a thrilling sense of mastery. + </p> + <p> + <a id="link2H_4_0006"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br><br><br><br> + </div> + <div class='chapter'><h2> + V + </h2></div> + <p> + They finished supper, and while Mattie cleared the table Ethan went to + look at the cows and then took a last turn about the house. The earth lay + dark under a muffled sky and the air was so still that now and then he + heard a lump of snow come thumping down from a tree far off on the edge of + the wood-lot. + </p> + <p> + When he returned to the kitchen Mattie had pushed up his chair to the + stove and seated herself near the lamp with a bit of sewing. The scene was + just as he had dreamed of it that morning. He sat down, drew his pipe from + his pocket and stretched his feet to the glow. His hard day’s work in the + keen air made him feel at once lazy and light of mood, and he had a + confused sense of being in another world, where all was warmth and harmony + and time could bring no change. The only drawback to his complete + well-being was the fact that he could not see Mattie from where he sat; + but he was too indolent to move and after a moment he said: “Come over + here and sit by the stove.” + </p> + <p> + Zeena’s empty rocking-chair stood facing him. Mattie rose obediently, and + seated herself in it. As her young brown head detached itself against the + patch-work cushion that habitually framed his wife’s gaunt countenance, + Ethan had a momentary shock. It was almost as if the other face, the face + of the superseded woman, had obliterated that of the intruder. After a + moment Mattie seemed to be affected by the same sense of constraint. She + changed her position, leaning forward to bend her head above her work, so + that he saw only the foreshortened tip of her nose and the streak of red + in her hair; then she slipped to her feet, saying “I can’t see to sew,” + and went back to her chair by the lamp. + </p> + <p> + Ethan made a pretext of getting up to replenish the stove, and when he + returned to his seat he pushed it sideways that he might get a view of her + profile and of the lamplight falling on her hands. The cat, who had been a + puzzled observer of these unusual movements, jumped up into Zeena’s chair, + rolled itself into a ball, and lay watching them with narrowed eyes. + </p> + <p> + Deep quiet sank on the room. The clock ticked above the dresser, a piece + of charred wood fell now and then in the stove, and the faint sharp scent + of the geraniums mingled with the odour of Ethan’s smoke, which began to + throw a blue haze about the lamp and to hang its greyish cobwebs in the + shadowy corners of the room. + </p> + <p> + All constraint had vanished between the two, and they began to talk easily + and simply. They spoke of every-day things, of the prospect of snow, of + the next church sociable, of the loves and quarrels of Starkfield. The + commonplace nature of what they said produced in Ethan an illusion of + long-established intimacy which no outburst of emotion could have given, + and he set his imagination adrift on the fiction that they had always + spent their evenings thus and would always go on doing so.... + </p> + <p> + “This is the night we were to have gone coasting, Matt,” he said at + length, with the rich sense, as he spoke, that they could go on any other + night they chose, since they had all time before them. + </p> + <p> + She smiled back at him. “I guess you forgot!” + </p> + <p> + “No, I didn’t forget; but it’s as dark as Egypt outdoors. We might go + to-morrow if there’s a moon.” + </p> + <p> + She laughed with pleasure, her head tilted back, the lamplight sparkling + on her lips and teeth. “That would be lovely, Ethan!” + </p> + <p> + He kept his eyes fixed on her, marvelling at the way her face changed with + each turn of their talk, like a wheat-field under a summer breeze. It was + intoxicating to find such magic in his clumsy words, and he longed to try + new ways of using it. + </p> + <p> + “Would you be scared to go down the Corbury road with me on a night like + this?” he asked. + </p> + <p> + Her cheeks burned redder. “I ain’t any more scared than you are!” + </p> + <p> + “Well, <i>I’d</i> be scared, then; I wouldn’t do it. That’s an ugly corner down + by the big elm. If a fellow didn’t keep his eyes open he’d go plumb into + it.” He luxuriated in the sense of protection and authority which his + words conveyed. To prolong and intensify the feeling he added: “I guess + we’re well enough here.” + </p> + <p> + She let her lids sink slowly, in the way he loved. “Yes, we’re well enough + here,” she sighed. + </p> + <p> + Her tone was so sweet that he took the pipe from his mouth and drew his + chair up to the table. Leaning forward, he touched the farther end of the + strip of brown stuff that she was hemming. “Say, Matt,” he began with a + smile, “what do you think I saw under the Varnum spruces, coming along + home just now? I saw a friend of yours getting kissed.” + </p> + <p> + The words had been on his tongue all the evening, but now that he had + spoken them they struck him as inexpressibly vulgar and out of place. + </p> + <p> + Mattie blushed to the roots of her hair and pulled her needle rapidly + twice or thrice through her work, insensibly drawing the end of it away + from him. “I suppose it was Ruth and Ned,” she said in a low voice, as + though he had suddenly touched on something grave. + </p> + <p> + Ethan had imagined that his allusion might open the way to the accepted + pleasantries, and these perhaps in turn to a harmless caress, if only a + mere touch on her hand. But now he felt as if her blush had set a flaming + guard about her. He supposed it was his natural awkwardness that made him + feel so. He knew that most young men made nothing at all of giving a + pretty girl a kiss, and he remembered that the night before, when he had + put his arm about Mattie, she had not resisted. But that had been + out-of-doors, under the open irresponsible night. Now, in the warm lamplit + room, with all its ancient implications of conformity and order, she + seemed infinitely farther away from him and more unapproachable. + </p> + <p> + To ease his constraint he said: “I suppose they’ll be setting a date + before long.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes. I shouldn’t wonder if they got married some time along in the + summer.” She pronounced the word <i>married</i> as if her voice caressed it. It + seemed a rustling covert leading to enchanted glades. A pang shot through + Ethan, and he said, twisting away from her in his chair: “It’ll be your + turn next, I wouldn’t wonder.” + </p> + <p> + She laughed a little uncertainly. “Why do you keep on saying that?” + </p> + <p> + He echoed her laugh. “I guess I do it to get used to the idea.” + </p> + <p> + He drew up to the table again and she sewed on in silence, with dropped + lashes, while he sat in fascinated contemplation of the way in which her + hands went up and down above the strip of stuff, just as he had seen a + pair of birds make short perpendicular flights over a nest they were + building. At length, without turning her head or lifting her lids, she + said in a low tone: “It’s not because you think Zeena’s got anything + against me, is it?” + </p> + <p> + His former dread started up full-armed at the suggestion. “Why, what do + you mean?” he stammered. + </p> + <p> + She raised distressed eyes to his, her work dropping on the table between + them. “I don’t know. I thought last night she seemed to have.” + </p> + <p> + “I’d like to know what,” he growled. + </p> + <p> + “Nobody can tell with Zeena.” It was the first time they had ever spoken + so openly of her attitude toward Mattie, and the repetition of the name + seemed to carry it to the farther corners of the room and send it back to + them in long repercussions of sound. Mattie waited, as if to give the echo + time to drop, and then went on: “She hasn’t said anything to <i>you</i>?” + </p> + <p> + He shook his head. “No, not a word.” + </p> + <p> + She tossed the hair back from her forehead with a laugh. “I guess I’m just + nervous, then. I’m not going to think about it any more.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, no—don’t let’s think about it, Matt!” + </p> + <p> + The sudden heat of his tone made her colour mount again, not with a rush, + but gradually, delicately, like the reflection of a thought stealing + slowly across her heart. She sat silent, her hands clasped on her work, + and it seemed to him that a warm current flowed toward him along the strip + of stuff that still lay unrolled between them. Cautiously he slid his hand + palm-downward along the table till his finger-tips touched the end of the + stuff. A faint vibration of her lashes seemed to show that she was aware + of his gesture, and that it had sent a counter-current back to her; and + she let her hands lie motionless on the other end of the strip. + </p> + <p> + As they sat thus he heard a sound behind him and turned his head. The cat + had jumped from Zeena’s chair to dart at a mouse in the wainscot, and as a + result of the sudden movement the empty chair had set up a spectral + rocking. + </p> + <p> + “She’ll be rocking in it herself this time to-morrow,” Ethan thought. + “I’ve been in a dream, and this is the only evening we’ll ever have + together.” The return to reality was as painful as the return to + consciousness after taking an anaesthetic. His body and brain ached with + indescribable weariness, and he could think of nothing to say or to do + that should arrest the mad flight of the moments. + </p> + <p> + His alteration of mood seemed to have communicated itself to Mattie. She + looked up at him languidly, as though her lids were weighted with sleep + and it cost her an effort to raise them. Her glance fell on his hand, + which now completely covered the end of her work and grasped it as if it + were a part of herself. He saw a scarcely perceptible tremor cross her + face, and without knowing what he did he stooped his head and kissed the + bit of stuff in his hold. As his lips rested on it he felt it glide slowly + from beneath them, and saw that Mattie had risen and was silently rolling + up her work. She fastened it with a pin, and then, finding her thimble and + scissors, put them with the roll of stuff into the box covered with fancy + paper which he had once brought to her from Bettsbridge. + </p> + <p> + He stood up also, looking vaguely about the room. The clock above the + dresser struck eleven. + </p> + <p> + “Is the fire all right?” she asked in a low voice. + </p> + <p> + He opened the door of the stove and poked aimlessly at the embers. When he + raised himself again he saw that she was dragging toward the stove the old + soap-box lined with carpet in which the cat made its bed. Then she + recrossed the floor and lifted two of the geranium pots in her arms, + moving them away from the cold window. He followed her and brought the + other geraniums, the hyacinth bulbs in a cracked custard bowl and the + German ivy trained over an old croquet hoop. + </p> + <p> + When these nightly duties were performed there was nothing left to do but + to bring in the tin candlestick from the passage, light the candle and + blow out the lamp. Ethan put the candlestick in Mattie’s hand and she went + out of the kitchen ahead of him, the light that she carried before her + making her dark hair look like a drift of mist on the moon. + </p> + <p> + “Good night, Matt,” he said as she put her foot on the first step of the + stairs. + </p> + <p> + She turned and looked at him a moment. “Good night, Ethan,” she answered, + and went up. + </p> + <p> + When the door of her room had closed on her he remembered that he had not + even touched her hand. + </p> + <p> + <a id="link2H_4_0007"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br><br><br><br> + </div> + <div class='chapter'><h2> + VI + </h2></div> + <p> + The next morning at breakfast Jotham Powell was between them, and Ethan + tried to hide his joy under an air of exaggerated indifference, lounging + back in his chair to throw scraps to the cat, growling at the weather, and + not so much as offering to help Mattie when she rose to clear away the + dishes. + </p> + <p> + He did not know why he was so irrationally happy, for nothing was changed + in his life or hers. He had not even touched the tip of her fingers or + looked her full in the eyes. But their evening together had given him a + vision of what life at her side might be, and he was glad now that he had + done nothing to trouble the sweetness of the picture. He had a fancy that + she knew what had restrained him.... + </p> + <p> + There was a last load of lumber to be hauled to the village, and Jotham + Powell—who did not work regularly for Ethan in winter—had + “come round” to help with the job. But a wet snow, melting to sleet, had + fallen in the night and turned the roads to glass. There was more wet in + the air and it seemed likely to both men that the weather would “milden” + toward afternoon and make the going safer. Ethan therefore proposed to his + assistant that they should load the sledge at the wood-lot, as they had + done on the previous morning, and put off the “teaming” to Starkfield till + later in the day. This plan had the advantage of enabling him to send + Jotham to the Flats after dinner to meet Zenobia, while he himself took + the lumber down to the village. + </p> + <p> + He told Jotham to go out and harness up the greys, and for a moment he and + Mattie had the kitchen to themselves. She had plunged the breakfast dishes + into a tin dish-pan and was bending above it with her slim arms bared to + the elbow, the steam from the hot water beading her forehead and + tightening her rough hair into little brown rings like the tendrils on the + traveller’s joy. + </p> + <p> + Ethan stood looking at her, his heart in his throat. He wanted to say: “We + shall never be alone again like this.” Instead, he reached down his + tobacco-pouch from a shelf of the dresser, put it into his pocket and + said: “I guess I can make out to be home for dinner.” + </p> + <p> + She answered “All right, Ethan,” and he heard her singing over the dishes + as he went. + </p> + <p> + As soon as the sledge was loaded he meant to send Jotham back to the farm + and hurry on foot into the village to buy the glue for the pickle-dish. + With ordinary luck he should have had time to carry out this plan; but + everything went wrong from the start. On the way over to the wood-lot one + of the greys slipped on a glare of ice and cut his knee; and when they got + him up again Jotham had to go back to the barn for a strip of rag to bind + the cut. Then, when the loading finally began, a sleety rain was coming + down once more, and the tree trunks were so slippery that it took twice as + long as usual to lift them and get them in place on the sledge. It was + what Jotham called a sour morning for work, and the horses, shivering and + stamping under their wet blankets, seemed to like it as little as the men. + It was long past the dinner-hour when the job was done, and Ethan had to + give up going to the village because he wanted to lead the injured horse + home and wash the cut himself. + </p> + <p> + He thought that by starting out again with the lumber as soon as he had + finished his dinner he might get back to the farm with the glue before + Jotham and the old sorrel had had time to fetch Zenobia from the Flats; + but he knew the chance was a slight one. It turned on the state of the + roads and on the possible lateness of the Bettsbridge train. He remembered + afterward, with a grim flash of self-derision, what importance he had + attached to the weighing of these probabilities.... + </p> + <p> + As soon as dinner was over he set out again for the wood-lot, not daring + to linger till Jotham Powell left. The hired man was still drying his wet + feet at the stove, and Ethan could only give Mattie a quick look as he + said beneath his breath: “I’ll be back early.” + </p> + <p> + He fancied that she nodded her comprehension; and with that scant solace + he had to trudge off through the rain. + </p> + <p> + He had driven his load half-way to the village when Jotham Powell overtook + him, urging the reluctant sorrel toward the Flats. “I’ll have to hurry up + to do it,” Ethan mused, as the sleigh dropped down ahead of him over the + dip of the school-house hill. He worked like ten at the unloading, and + when it was over hastened on to Michael Eady’s for the glue. Eady and his + assistant were both “down street,” and young Denis, who seldom deigned to + take their place, was lounging by the stove with a knot of the golden + youth of Starkfield. They hailed Ethan with ironic compliment and offers + of conviviality; but no one knew where to find the glue. Ethan, consumed + with the longing for a last moment alone with Mattie, hung about + impatiently while Denis made an ineffectual search in the obscurer corners + of the store. + </p> + <p> + “Looks as if we were all sold out. But if you’ll wait around till the old + man comes along maybe he can put his hand on it.” + </p> + <p> + “I’m obliged to you, but I’ll try if I can get it down at Mrs. Homan’s,” + Ethan answered, burning to be gone. + </p> + <p> + Denis’s commercial instinct compelled him to aver on oath that what Eady’s + store could not produce would never be found at the widow Homan’s; but + Ethan, heedless of this boast, had already climbed to the sledge and was + driving on to the rival establishment. Here, after considerable search, + and sympathetic questions as to what he wanted it for, and whether + ordinary flour paste wouldn’t do as well if she couldn’t find it, the + widow Homan finally hunted down her solitary bottle of glue to its + hiding-place in a medley of cough-lozenges and corset-laces. + </p> + <p> + “I hope Zeena ain’t broken anything she sets store by,” she called after + him as he turned the greys toward home. + </p> + <p> + The fitful bursts of sleet had changed into a steady rain and the horses + had heavy work even without a load behind them. Once or twice, hearing + sleigh-bells, Ethan turned his head, fancying that Zeena and Jotham might + overtake him; but the old sorrel was not in sight, and he set his face + against the rain and urged on his ponderous pair. + </p> + <p> + The barn was empty when the horses turned into it and, after giving them + the most perfunctory ministrations they had ever received from him, he + strode up to the house and pushed open the kitchen door. + </p> + <p> + Mattie was there alone, as he had pictured her. She was bending over a pan + on the stove; but at the sound of his step she turned with a start and + sprang to him. + </p> + <p> + “See, here, Matt, I’ve got some stuff to mend the dish with! Let me get at + it quick,” he cried, waving the bottle in one hand while he put her + lightly aside; but she did not seem to hear him. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, Ethan—Zeena’s come,” she said in a whisper, clutching his + sleeve. + </p> + <p> + They stood and stared at each other, pale as culprits. + </p> + <p> + “But the sorrel’s not in the barn!” Ethan stammered. + </p> + <p> + “Jotham Powell brought some goods over from the Flats for his wife, and he + drove right on home with them,” she explained. + </p> + <p> + He gazed blankly about the kitchen, which looked cold and squalid in the + rainy winter twilight. + </p> + <p> + “How is she?” he asked, dropping his voice to Mattie’s whisper. + </p> + <p> + She looked away from him uncertainly. “I don’t know. She went right up to + her room.” + </p> + <p> + “She didn’t say anything?” + </p> + <p> + “No.” + </p> + <p> + Ethan let out his doubts in a low whistle and thrust the bottle back into + his pocket. “Don’t fret; I’ll come down and mend it in the night,” he + said. He pulled on his wet coat again and went back to the barn to feed + the greys. + </p> + <p> + While he was there Jotham Powell drove up with the sleigh, and when the + horses had been attended to Ethan said to him: “You might as well come + back up for a bite.” He was not sorry to assure himself of Jotham’s + neutralising presence at the supper table, for Zeena was always “nervous” + after a journey. But the hired man, though seldom loth to accept a meal + not included in his wages, opened his stiff jaws to answer slowly: “I’m + obliged to you, but I guess I’ll go along back.” + </p> + <p> + Ethan looked at him in surprise. “Better come up and dry off. Looks as if + there’d be something hot for supper.” + </p> + <p> + Jotham’s facial muscles were unmoved by this appeal and, his vocabulary + being limited, he merely repeated: “I guess I’ll go along back.” + </p> + <p> + To Ethan there was something vaguely ominous in this stolid rejection of + free food and warmth, and he wondered what had happened on the drive to + nerve Jotham to such stoicism. Perhaps Zeena had failed to see the new + doctor or had not liked his counsels: Ethan knew that in such cases the + first person she met was likely to be held responsible for her grievance. + </p> + <p> + When he re-entered the kitchen the lamp lit up the same scene of shining + comfort as on the previous evening. The table had been as carefully laid, + a clear fire glowed in the stove, the cat dozed in its warmth, and Mattie + came forward carrying a plate of dough-nuts. + </p> + <p> + She and Ethan looked at each other in silence; then she said, as she had + said the night before: “I guess it’s about time for supper.” + </p> + <p> + <a id="link2H_4_0008"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br><br><br><br> + </div> + <div class='chapter'><h2> + VII + </h2></div> + <p> + Ethan went out into the passage to hang up his wet garments. He listened + for Zeena’s step and, not hearing it, called her name up the stairs. She + did not answer, and after a moment’s hesitation he went up and opened her + door. The room was almost dark, but in the obscurity he saw her sitting by + the window, bolt upright, and knew by the rigidity of the outline + projected against the pane that she had not taken off her travelling + dress. + </p> + <p> + “Well, Zeena,” he ventured from the threshold. + </p> + <p> + She did not move, and he continued: “Supper’s about ready. Ain’t you + coming?” + </p> + <p> + She replied: “I don’t feel as if I could touch a morsel.” + </p> + <p> + It was the consecrated formula, and he expected it to be followed, as + usual, by her rising and going down to supper. But she remained seated, + and he could think of nothing more felicitous than: “I presume you’re + tired after the long ride.” + </p> + <p> + Turning her head at this, she answered solemnly: “I’m a great deal sicker + than you think.” + </p> + <p> + Her words fell on his ear with a strange shock of wonder. He had often + heard her pronounce them before—what if at last they were true? + </p> + <p> + He advanced a step or two into the dim room. “I hope that’s not so, + Zeena,” he said. + </p> + <p> + She continued to gaze at him through the twilight with a mien of wan + authority, as of one consciously singled out for a great fate. “I’ve got + complications,” she said. + </p> + <p> + Ethan knew the word for one of exceptional import. Almost everybody in the + neighbourhood had “troubles,” frankly localized and specified; but only + the chosen had “complications.” To have them was in itself a distinction, + though it was also, in most cases, a death-warrant. People struggled on + for years with “troubles,” but they almost always succumbed to + “complications.” + </p> + <p> + Ethan’s heart was jerking to and fro between two extremities of feeling, + but for the moment compassion prevailed. His wife looked so hard and + lonely, sitting there in the darkness with such thoughts. + </p> + <p> + “Is that what the new doctor told you?” he asked, instinctively lowering + his voice. + </p> + <p> + “Yes. He says any regular doctor would want me to have an operation.” + </p> + <p> + Ethan was aware that, in regard to the important question of surgical + intervention, the female opinion of the neighbourhood was divided, some + glorying in the prestige conferred by operations while others shunned them + as indelicate. Ethan, from motives of economy, had always been glad that + Zeena was of the latter faction. + </p> + <p> + In the agitation caused by the gravity of her announcement he sought a + consolatory short cut. “What do you know about this doctor anyway? Nobody + ever told you that before.” + </p> + <p> + He saw his blunder before she could take it up: she wanted sympathy, not + consolation. + </p> + <p> + “I didn’t need to have anybody tell me I was losing ground every day. + Everybody but you could see it. And everybody in Bettsbridge knows about + Dr. Buck. He has his office in Worcester, and comes over once a fortnight + to Shadd’s Falls and Bettsbridge for consultations. Eliza Spears was + wasting away with kidney trouble before she went to him, and now she’s up + and around, and singing in the choir.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, I’m glad of that. You must do just what he tells you,” Ethan + answered sympathetically. + </p> + <p> + She was still looking at him. “I mean to,” she said. He was struck by a + new note in her voice. It was neither whining nor reproachful, but drily + resolute. + </p> + <p> + “What does he want you should do?” he asked, with a mounting vision of + fresh expenses. + </p> + <p> + “He wants I should have a hired girl. He says I oughtn’t to have to do a + single thing around the house.” + </p> + <p> + “A hired girl?” Ethan stood transfixed. + </p> + <p> + “Yes. And Aunt Martha found me one right off. Everybody said I was lucky + to get a girl to come away out here, and I agreed to give her a dollar + extry to make sure. She’ll be over to-morrow afternoon.” + </p> + <p> + Wrath and dismay contended in Ethan. He had foreseen an immediate demand + for money, but not a permanent drain on his scant resources. He no longer + believed what Zeena had told him of the supposed seriousness of her state: + he saw in her expedition to Bettsbridge only a plot hatched between + herself and her Pierce relations to foist on him the cost of a servant; + and for the moment wrath predominated. + </p> + <p> + “If you meant to engage a girl you ought to have told me before you + started,” he said. + </p> + <p> + “How could I tell you before I started? How did I know what Dr. Buck would + say?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, Dr. Buck—” Ethan’s incredulity escaped in a short laugh. “Did + Dr. Buck tell you how I was to pay her wages?” + </p> + <p> + Her voice rose furiously with his. “No, he didn’t. For I’d ’a’ been + ashamed to tell <i>him</i> that you grudged me the money to get back my health, + when I lost it nursing your own mother!” + </p> + <p> + “<i>You</i> lost your health nursing mother?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes; and my folks all told me at the time you couldn’t do no less than + marry me after—” + </p> + <p> + “Zeena!” + </p> + <p> + Through the obscurity which hid their faces their thoughts seemed to dart + at each other like serpents shooting venom. Ethan was seized with horror + of the scene and shame at his own share in it. It was as senseless and + savage as a physical fight between two enemies in the darkness. + </p> + <p> + He turned to the shelf above the chimney, groped for matches and lit the + one candle in the room. At first its weak flame made no impression on the + shadows; then Zeena’s face stood grimly out against the uncurtained pane, + which had turned from grey to black. + </p> + <p> + It was the first scene of open anger between the couple in their sad seven + years together, and Ethan felt as if he had lost an irretrievable + advantage in descending to the level of recrimination. But the practical + problem was there and had to be dealt with. + </p> + <p> + “You know I haven’t got the money to pay for a girl, Zeena. You’ll have to + send her back: I can’t do it.” + </p> + <p> + “The doctor says it’ll be my death if I go on slaving the way I’ve had to. + He doesn’t understand how I’ve stood it as long as I have.” + </p> + <p> + “Slaving!—” He checked himself again, “You sha’n’t lift a hand, if + he says so. I’ll do everything round the house myself—” + </p> + <p> + She broke in: “You’re neglecting the farm enough already,” and this being + true, he found no answer, and left her time to add ironically: “Better + send me over to the almshouse and done with it.... I guess there’s been + Fromes there afore now.” + </p> + <p> + The taunt burned into him, but he let it pass. “I haven’t got the money. + That settles it.” + </p> + <p> + There was a moment’s pause in the struggle, as though the combatants were + testing their weapons. Then Zeena said in a level voice: “I thought you + were to get fifty dollars from Andrew Hale for that lumber.” + </p> + <p> + “Andrew Hale never pays under three months.” He had hardly spoken when he + remembered the excuse he had made for not accompanying his wife to the + station the day before; and the blood rose to his frowning brows. + </p> + <p> + “Why, you told me yesterday you’d fixed it up with him to pay cash down. + You said that was why you couldn’t drive me over to the Flats.” + </p> + <p> + Ethan had no suppleness in deceiving. He had never before been convicted + of a lie, and all the resources of evasion failed him. “I guess that was a + misunderstanding,” he stammered. + </p> + <p> + “You ain’t got the money?” + </p> + <p> + “No.” + </p> + <p> + “And you ain’t going to get it?” + </p> + <p> + “No.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, I couldn’t know that when I engaged the girl, could I?” + </p> + <p> + “No.” He paused to control his voice. “But you know it now. I’m sorry, but + it can’t be helped. You’re a poor man’s wife, Zeena; but I’ll do the best + I can for you.” + </p> + <p> + For a while she sat motionless, as if reflecting, her arms stretched along + the arms of her chair, her eyes fixed on vacancy. “Oh, I guess we’ll make + out,” she said mildly. + </p> + <p> + The change in her tone reassured him. “Of course we will! There’s a whole + lot more I can do for you, and Mattie—” + </p> + <p> + Zeena, while he spoke, seemed to be following out some elaborate mental + calculation. She emerged from it to say: “There’ll be Mattie’s board less, + any how—” + </p> + <p> + Ethan, supposing the discussion to be over, had turned to go down to + supper. He stopped short, not grasping what he heard. “Mattie’s board less—?” + he began. + </p> + <p> + Zeena laughed. It was an odd unfamiliar sound—he did not remember + ever having heard her laugh before. “You didn’t suppose I was going to + keep two girls, did you? No wonder you were scared at the expense!” + </p> + <p> + He still had but a confused sense of what she was saying. From the + beginning of the discussion he had instinctively avoided the mention of + Mattie’s name, fearing he hardly knew what: criticism, complaints, or + vague allusions to the imminent probability of her marrying. But the + thought of a definite rupture had never come to him, and even now could + not lodge itself in his mind. + </p> + <p> + “I don’t know what you mean,” he said. “Mattie Silver’s not a hired girl. + She’s your relation.” + </p> + <p> + “She’s a pauper that’s hung onto us all after her father’d done his best + to ruin us. I’ve kep’ her here a whole year: it’s somebody else’s turn + now.” + </p> + <p> + As the shrill words shot out Ethan heard a tap on the door, which he had + drawn shut when he turned back from the threshold. + </p> + <p> + “Ethan—Zeena!” Mattie’s voice sounded gaily from the landing, “do + you know what time it is? Supper’s been ready half an hour.” + </p> + <p> + Inside the room there was a moment’s silence; then Zeena called out from + her seat: “I’m not coming down to supper.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, I’m sorry! Aren’t you well? Sha’n’t I bring you up a bite of + something?” + </p> + <p> + Ethan roused himself with an effort and opened the door. “Go along down, + Matt. Zeena’s just a little tired. I’m coming.” + </p> + <p> + He heard her “All right!” and her quick step on the stairs; then he shut + the door and turned back into the room. His wife’s attitude was unchanged, + her face inexorable, and he was seized with the despairing sense of his + helplessness. + </p> + <p> + “You ain’t going to do it, Zeena?” + </p> + <p> + “Do what?” she emitted between flattened lips. + </p> + <p> + “Send Mattie away—like this?” + </p> + <p> + “I never bargained to take her for life!” + </p> + <p> + He continued with rising vehemence: “You can’t put her out of the house + like a thief—a poor girl without friends or money. She’s done her + best for you and she’s got no place to go to. You may forget she’s your + kin but everybody else’ll remember it. If you do a thing like that what do + you suppose folks’ll say of you?” + </p> + <p> + Zeena waited a moment, as if giving him time to feel the full force of the + contrast between his own excitement and her composure. Then she replied in + the same smooth voice: “I know well enough what they say of my having kep’ + her here as long as I have.” + </p> + <p> + Ethan’s hand dropped from the door-knob, which he had held clenched since + he had drawn the door shut on Mattie. His wife’s retort was like a + knife-cut across the sinews and he felt suddenly weak and powerless. He + had meant to humble himself, to argue that Mattie’s keep didn’t cost much, + after all, that he could make out to buy a stove and fix up a place in the + attic for the hired girl—but Zeena’s words revealed the peril of + such pleadings. + </p> + <p> + “You mean to tell her she’s got to go—at once?” he faltered out, in + terror of letting his wife complete her sentence. + </p> + <p> + As if trying to make him see reason she replied impartially: “The girl + will be over from Bettsbridge to-morrow, and I presume she’s got to have + somewheres to sleep.” + </p> + <p> + Ethan looked at her with loathing. She was no longer the listless creature + who had lived at his side in a state of sullen self-absorption, but a + mysterious alien presence, an evil energy secreted from the long years of + silent brooding. It was the sense of his helplessness that sharpened his + antipathy. There had never been anything in her that one could appeal to; + but as long as he could ignore and command he had remained indifferent. + Now she had mastered him and he abhorred her. Mattie was her relation, not + his: there were no means by which he could compel her to keep the girl + under her roof. All the long misery of his baffled past, of his youth of + failure, hardship and vain effort, rose up in his soul in bitterness and + seemed to take shape before him in the woman who at every turn had barred + his way. She had taken everything else from him; and now she meant to take + the one thing that made up for all the others. For a moment such a flame + of hate rose in him that it ran down his arm and clenched his fist against + her. He took a wild step forward and then stopped. + </p> + <p> + “You’re—you’re not coming down?” he said in a bewildered voice. + </p> + <p> + “No. I guess I’ll lay down on the bed a little while,” she answered + mildly; and he turned and walked out of the room. + </p> + <p> + In the kitchen Mattie was sitting by the stove, the cat curled up on her + knees. She sprang to her feet as Ethan entered and carried the covered + dish of meat-pie to the table. + </p> + <p> + “I hope Zeena isn’t sick?” she asked. + </p> + <p> + “No.” + </p> + <p> + She shone at him across the table. “Well, sit right down then. You must be + starving.” She uncovered the pie and pushed it over to him. So they were + to have one more evening together, her happy eyes seemed to say! + </p> + <p> + He helped himself mechanically and began to eat; then disgust took him by + the throat and he laid down his fork. + </p> + <p> + Mattie’s tender gaze was on him and she marked the gesture. + </p> + <p> + “Why, Ethan, what’s the matter? Don’t it taste right?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes—it’s first-rate. Only I—” He pushed his plate away, + rose from his chair, and walked around the table to her side. She started + up with frightened eyes. + </p> + <p> + “Ethan, there’s something wrong! I <i>knew</i> there was!” + </p> + <p> + She seemed to melt against him in her terror, and he caught her in his + arms, held her fast there, felt her lashes beat his cheek like netted + butterflies. + </p> + <p> + “What is it—what is it?” she stammered; but he had found her lips at + last and was drinking unconsciousness of everything but the joy they gave + him. + </p> + <p> + She lingered a moment, caught in the same strong current; then she slipped + from him and drew back a step or two, pale and troubled. Her look smote + him with compunction, and he cried out, as if he saw her drowning in a + dream: “You can’t go, Matt! I’ll never let you!” + </p> + <p> + “Go—go?” she stammered. “Must I go?” + </p> + <p> + The words went on sounding between them as though a torch of warning flew + from hand to hand through a black landscape. + </p> + <p> + Ethan was overcome with shame at his lack of self-control in flinging the + news at her so brutally. His head reeled and he had to support himself + against the table. All the while he felt as if he were still kissing her, + and yet dying of thirst for her lips. + </p> + <p> + “Ethan, what has happened? Is Zeena mad with me?” + </p> + <p> + Her cry steadied him, though it deepened his wrath and pity. “No, no,” he + assured her, “it’s not that. But this new doctor has scared her about + herself. You know she believes all they say the first time she sees them. + And this one’s told her she won’t get well unless she lays up and don’t do + a thing about the house—not for months—” + </p> + <p> + He paused, his eyes wandering from her miserably. She stood silent a + moment, drooping before him like a broken branch. She was so small and + weak-looking that it wrung his heart; but suddenly she lifted her head and + looked straight at him. “And she wants somebody handier in my place? Is + that it?” + </p> + <p> + “That’s what she says to-night.” + </p> + <p> + “If she says it to-night she’ll say it to-morrow.” + </p> + <p> + Both bowed to the inexorable truth: they knew that Zeena never changed her + mind, and that in her case a resolve once taken was equivalent to an act + performed. + </p> + <p> + There was a long silence between them; then Mattie said in a low voice: + “Don’t be too sorry, Ethan.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, God—oh, God,” he groaned. The glow of passion he had felt for + her had melted to an aching tenderness. He saw her quick lids beating back + the tears, and longed to take her in his arms and soothe her. + </p> + <p> + “You’re letting your supper get cold,” she admonished him with a pale + gleam of gaiety. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, Matt—Matt—where’ll you go to?” + </p> + <p> + Her lids sank and a tremor crossed her face. He saw that for the first + time the thought of the future came to her distinctly. “I might get + something to do over at Stamford,” she faltered, as if knowing that he + knew she had no hope. + </p> + <p> + He dropped back into his seat and hid his face in his hands. Despair + seized him at the thought of her setting out alone to renew the weary + quest for work. In the only place where she was known she was surrounded + by indifference or animosity; and what chance had she, inexperienced and + untrained, among the million bread-seekers of the cities? There came back + to him miserable tales he had heard at Worcester, and the faces of girls + whose lives had begun as hopefully as Mattie’s.... It was not possible to + think of such things without a revolt of his whole being. He sprang up + suddenly. + </p> + <p> + “You can’t go, Matt! I won’t let you! She’s always had her way, but I mean + to have mine now—” + </p> + <p> + Mattie lifted her hand with a quick gesture, and he heard his wife’s step + behind him. + </p> + <p> + Zeena came into the room with her dragging down-at-the-heel step, and + quietly took her accustomed seat between them. + </p> + <p> + “I felt a little mite better, and Dr. Buck says I ought to eat all I can + to keep my strength up, even if I ain’t got any appetite,” she said in her + flat whine, reaching across Mattie for the teapot. Her “good” dress had + been replaced by the black calico and brown knitted shawl which formed her + daily wear, and with them she had put on her usual face and manner. She + poured out her tea, added a great deal of milk to it, helped herself + largely to pie and pickles, and made the familiar gesture of adjusting her + false teeth before she began to eat. The cat rubbed itself ingratiatingly + against her, and she said “Good Pussy,” stooped to stroke it and gave it a + scrap of meat from her plate. + </p> + <p> + Ethan sat speechless, not pretending to eat, but Mattie nibbled valiantly + at her food and asked Zeena one or two questions about her visit to + Bettsbridge. Zeena answered in her every-day tone and, warming to the + theme, regaled them with several vivid descriptions of intestinal + disturbances among her friends and relatives. She looked straight at + Mattie as she spoke, a faint smile deepening the vertical lines between + her nose and chin. + </p> + <p> + When supper was over she rose from her seat and pressed her hand to the + flat surface over the region of her heart. “That pie of yours always sets + a mite heavy, Matt,” she said, not ill-naturedly. She seldom abbreviated + the girl’s name, and when she did so it was always a sign of affability. + </p> + <p> + “I’ve a good mind to go and hunt up those stomach powders I got last year + over in Springfield,” she continued. “I ain’t tried them for quite a + while, and maybe they’ll help the heartburn.” + </p> + <p> + Mattie lifted her eyes. “Can’t I get them for you, Zeena?” she ventured. + </p> + <p> + “No. They’re in a place you don’t know about,” Zeena answered darkly, with + one of her secret looks. + </p> + <p> + She went out of the kitchen and Mattie, rising, began to clear the dishes + from the table. As she passed Ethan’s chair their eyes met and clung + together desolately. The warm still kitchen looked as peaceful as the + night before. The cat had sprung to Zeena’s rocking-chair, and the heat of + the fire was beginning to draw out the faint sharp scent of the geraniums. + Ethan dragged himself wearily to his feet. + </p> + <p> + “I’ll go out and take a look around,” he said, going toward the passage to + get his lantern. + </p> + <p> + As he reached the door he met Zeena coming back into the room, her lips + twitching with anger, a flush of excitement on her sallow face. The shawl + had slipped from her shoulders and was dragging at her down-trodden heels, + and in her hands she carried the fragments of the red glass pickle-dish. + </p> + <p> + “I’d like to know who done this,” she said, looking sternly from Ethan to + Mattie. + </p> + <p> + There was no answer, and she continued in a trembling voice: “I went to + get those powders I’d put away in father’s old spectacle-case, top of the + china-closet, where I keep the things I set store by, so’s folks shan’t + meddle with them—” Her voice broke, and two small tears hung on her + lashless lids and ran slowly down her cheeks. “It takes the stepladder to + get at the top shelf, and I put Aunt Philura Maple’s pickle-dish up there + o’ purpose when we was married, and it’s never been down since, ’cept for + the spring cleaning, and then I always lifted it with my own hands, so’s + ’t it shouldn’t get broke.” She laid the fragments reverently on the table. + “I want to know who done this,” she quavered. + </p> + <p> + At the challenge Ethan turned back into the room and faced her. “I can + tell you, then. The cat done it.” + </p> + <p> + “The <i>cat</i>?” + </p> + <p> + “That’s what I said.” + </p> + <p> + She looked at him hard, and then turned her eyes to Mattie, who was + carrying the dish-pan to the table. + </p> + <p> + “I’d like to know how the cat got into my china-closet,” she said. + </p> + <p> + “Chasin’ mice, I guess,” Ethan rejoined. “There was a mouse round the + kitchen all last evening.” + </p> + <p> + Zeena continued to look from one to the other; then she emitted her small + strange laugh. “I knew the cat was a smart cat,” she said in a high voice, + “but I didn’t know he was smart enough to pick up the pieces of my + pickle-dish and lay ’em edge to edge on the very shelf he knocked ’em off + of.” + </p> + <p> + Mattie suddenly drew her arms out of the steaming water. “It wasn’t + Ethan’s fault, Zeena! The cat <i>did</i> break the dish; but I got it down from + the china-closet, and I’m the one to blame for its getting broken.” + </p> + <p> + Zeena stood beside the ruin of her treasure, stiffening into a stony image + of resentment, “<i>You</i> got down my pickle-dish—what for?” + </p> + <p> + A bright flush flew to Mattie’s cheeks. “I wanted to make the supper-table + pretty,” she said. + </p> + <p> + “You wanted to make the supper-table pretty; and you waited till my back + was turned, and took the thing I set most store by of anything I’ve got, + and wouldn’t never use it, not even when the minister come to dinner, or + Aunt Martha Pierce come over from Bettsbridge—” Zeena paused with a + gasp, as if terrified by her own evocation of the sacrilege. “You’re a bad + girl, Mattie Silver, and I always known it. It’s the way your father + begun, and I was warned of it when I took you, and I tried to keep my + things where you couldn’t get at ’em—and now you’ve took from me the + one I cared for most of all—” She broke off in a short spasm of sobs + that passed and left her more than ever like a shape of stone. + </p> + <p> + “If I’d ’a’ listened to folks, you’d ’a’ gone before now, and this + wouldn’t ’a’ happened,” she said; and gathering up the bits of broken + glass she went out of the room as if she carried a dead body.... + </p> + <p> + <a id="link2H_4_0009"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br><br><br><br> + </div> + <div class='chapter'><h2> + VIII + </h2></div> + <p> + When Ethan was called back to the farm by his father’s illness his mother + gave him, for his own use, a small room behind the untenanted “best + parlour.” Here he had nailed up shelves for his books, built himself a + box-sofa out of boards and a mattress, laid out his papers on a + kitchen-table, hung on the rough plaster wall an engraving of Abraham + Lincoln and a calendar with “Thoughts from the Poets,” and tried, with + these meagre properties, to produce some likeness to the study of a + “minister” who had been kind to him and lent him books when he was at + Worcester. He still took refuge there in summer, but when Mattie came to + live at the farm he had to give her his stove, and consequently the room + was uninhabitable for several months of the year. + </p> + <p> + To this retreat he descended as soon as the house was quiet, and Zeena’s + steady breathing from the bed had assured him that there was to be no + sequel to the scene in the kitchen. After Zeena’s departure he and Mattie + had stood speechless, neither seeking to approach the other. Then the girl + had returned to her task of clearing up the kitchen for the night and he + had taken his lantern and gone on his usual round outside the house. The + kitchen was empty when he came back to it; but his tobacco-pouch and pipe + had been laid on the table, and under them was a scrap of paper torn from + the back of a seedsman’s catalogue, on which three words were written: + “Don’t trouble, Ethan.” + </p> + <p> + Going into his cold dark “study” he placed the lantern on the table and, + stooping to its light, read the message again and again. It was the first + time that Mattie had ever written to him, and the possession of the paper + gave him a strange new sense of her nearness; yet it deepened his anguish + by reminding him that henceforth they would have no other way of + communicating with each other. For the life of her smile, the warmth of + her voice, only cold paper and dead words! + </p> + <p> + Confused motions of rebellion stormed in him. He was too young, too + strong, too full of the sap of living, to submit so easily to the + destruction of his hopes. Must he wear out all his years at the side of a + bitter querulous woman? Other possibilities had been in him, possibilities + sacrificed, one by one, to Zeena’s narrow-mindedness and ignorance. And + what good had come of it? She was a hundred times bitterer and more + discontented than when he had married her: the one pleasure left her was + to inflict pain on him. All the healthy instincts of self-defence rose up + in him against such waste.... + </p> + <p> + He bundled himself into his old coon-skin coat and lay down on the + box-sofa to think. Under his cheek he felt a hard object with strange + protuberances. It was a cushion which Zeena had made for him when they + were engaged—the only piece of needlework he had ever seen her do. + He flung it across the floor and propped his head against the wall.... + </p> + <p> + He knew a case of a man over the mountain—a young fellow of about + his own age—who had escaped from just such a life of misery by going + West with the girl he cared for. His wife had divorced him, and he had + married the girl and prospered. Ethan had seen the couple the summer + before at Shadd’s Falls, where they had come to visit relatives. They had + a little girl with fair curls, who wore a gold locket and was dressed like + a princess. The deserted wife had not done badly either. Her husband had + given her the farm and she had managed to sell it, and with that and the + alimony she had started a lunch-room at Bettsbridge and bloomed into + activity and importance. Ethan was fired by the thought. Why should he not + leave with Mattie the next day, instead of letting her go alone? He would + hide his valise under the seat of the sleigh, and Zeena would suspect + nothing till she went upstairs for her afternoon nap and found a letter on + the bed.... + </p> + <p> + His impulses were still near the surface, and he sprang up, re-lit the + lantern, and sat down at the table. He rummaged in the drawer for a sheet + of paper, found one, and began to write. + </p> + <p> + “Zeena, I’ve done all I could for you, and I don’t see as it’s been any + use. I don’t blame you, nor I don’t blame myself. Maybe both of us will do + better separate. I’m going to try my luck West, and you can sell the farm + and mill, and keep the money—” + </p> + <p> + His pen paused on the word, which brought home to him the relentless + conditions of his lot. If he gave the farm and mill to Zeena what would be + left him to start his own life with? Once in the West he was sure of + picking up work—he would not have feared to try his chance alone. + But with Mattie depending on him the case was different. And what of + Zeena’s fate? Farm and mill were mortgaged to the limit of their value, + and even if she found a purchaser—in itself an unlikely chance—it + was doubtful if she could clear a thousand dollars on the sale. Meanwhile, + how could she keep the farm going? It was only by incessant labour and + personal supervision that Ethan drew a meagre living from his land, and + his wife, even if she were in better health than she imagined, could never + carry such a burden alone. + </p> + <p> + Well, she could go back to her people, then, and see what they would do + for her. It was the fate she was forcing on Mattie—why not let her + try it herself? By the time she had discovered his whereabouts, and + brought suit for divorce, he would probably—wherever he was—be + earning enough to pay her a sufficient alimony. And the alternative was to + let Mattie go forth alone, with far less hope of ultimate provision.... + </p> + <p> + He had scattered the contents of the table-drawer in his search for a + sheet of paper, and as he took up his pen his eye fell on an old copy of + the <cite>Bettsbridge Eagle</cite>. The advertising sheet was folded uppermost, and he + read the seductive words: “Trips to the West: Reduced Rates.” + </p> + <p> + He drew the lantern nearer and eagerly scanned the fares; then the paper + fell from his hand and he pushed aside his unfinished letter. A moment ago + he had wondered what he and Mattie were to live on when they reached the + West; now he saw that he had not even the money to take her there. + Borrowing was out of the question: six months before he had given his only + security to raise funds for necessary repairs to the mill, and he knew + that without security no one at Starkfield would lend him ten dollars. The + inexorable facts closed in on him like prison-warders handcuffing a + convict. There was no way out—none. He was a prisoner for life, and + now his one ray of light was to be extinguished. + </p> + <p> + He crept back heavily to the sofa, stretching himself out with limbs so + leaden that he felt as if they would never move again. Tears rose in his + throat and slowly burned their way to his lids. + </p> + <p> + As he lay there, the window-pane that faced him, growing gradually + lighter, inlaid upon the darkness a square of moon-suffused sky. A crooked + tree-branch crossed it, a branch of the apple-tree under which, on summer + evenings, he had sometimes found Mattie sitting when he came up from the + mill. Slowly the rim of the rainy vapours caught fire and burnt away, and + a pure moon swung into the blue. Ethan, rising on his elbow, watched the + landscape whiten and shape itself under the sculpture of the moon. This + was the night on which he was to have taken Mattie coasting, and there + hung the lamp to light them! He looked out at the slopes bathed in lustre, + the silver-edged darkness of the woods, the spectral purple of the hills + against the sky, and it seemed as though all the beauty of the night had + been poured out to mock his wretchedness.... + </p> + <p> + He fell asleep, and when he woke the chill of the winter dawn was in the + room. He felt cold and stiff and hungry, and ashamed of being hungry. He + rubbed his eyes and went to the window. A red sun stood over the grey rim + of the fields, behind trees that looked black and brittle. He said to + himself: “This is Matt’s last day,” and tried to think what the place + would be without her. + </p> + <p> + As he stood there he heard a step behind him and she entered. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, Ethan—were you here all night?” + </p> + <p> + She looked so small and pinched, in her poor dress, with the red scarf + wound about her, and the cold light turning her paleness sallow, that + Ethan stood before her without speaking. + </p> + <p> + “You must be frozen,” she went on, fixing lustreless eyes on him. + </p> + <p> + He drew a step nearer. “How did you know I was here?” + </p> + <p> + “Because I heard you go down stairs again after I went to bed, and I + listened all night, and you didn’t come up.” + </p> + <p> + All his tenderness rushed to his lips. He looked at her and said: “I’ll + come right along and make up the kitchen fire.” + </p> + <p> + They went back to the kitchen, and he fetched the coal and kindlings and + cleared out the stove for her, while she brought in the milk and the cold + remains of the meat-pie. When warmth began to radiate from the stove, and + the first ray of sunlight lay on the kitchen floor, Ethan’s dark thoughts + melted in the mellower air. The sight of Mattie going about her work as he + had seen her on so many mornings made it seem impossible that she should + ever cease to be a part of the scene. He said to himself that he had + doubtless exaggerated the significance of Zeena’s threats, and that she + too, with the return of daylight, would come to a saner mood. + </p> + <p> + He went up to Mattie as she bent above the stove, and laid his hand on her + arm. “I don’t want you should trouble either,” he said, looking down into + her eyes with a smile. + </p> + <p> + She flushed up warmly and whispered back: “No, Ethan, I ain’t going to + trouble.” + </p> + <p> + “I guess things’ll straighten out,” he added. + </p> + <p> + There was no answer but a quick throb of her lids, and he went on: “She + ain’t said anything this morning?” + </p> + <p> + “No. I haven’t seen her yet.” + </p> + <p> + “Don’t you take any notice when you do.” + </p> + <p> + With this injunction he left her and went out to the cow-barn. He saw + Jotham Powell walking up the hill through the morning mist, and the + familiar sight added to his growing conviction of security. + </p> + <p> + As the two men were clearing out the stalls Jotham rested on his + pitch-fork to say: “Dan’l Byrne’s goin’ over to the Flats to-day noon, an’ + he c’d take Mattie’s trunk along, and make it easier ridin’ when I take + her over in the sleigh.” + </p> + <p> + Ethan looked at him blankly, and he continued: “Mis’ Frome said the new + girl’d be at the Flats at five, and I was to take Mattie then, so’s ’t she + could ketch the six o’clock train for Stamford.” + </p> + <p> + Ethan felt the blood drumming in his temples. He had to wait a moment + before he could find voice to say: “Oh, it ain’t so sure about Mattie’s + going—” + </p> + <p> + “That so?” said Jotham indifferently; and they went on with their work. + </p> + <p> + When they returned to the kitchen the two women were already at breakfast. + Zeena had an air of unusual alertness and activity. She drank two cups of + coffee and fed the cat with the scraps left in the pie-dish; then she rose + from her seat and, walking over to the window, snipped two or three yellow + leaves from the geraniums. “Aunt Martha’s ain’t got a faded leaf on ’em; + but they pine away when they ain’t cared for,” she said reflectively. Then + she turned to Jotham and asked: “What time’d you say Dan’l Byrne’d be + along?” + </p> + <p> + The hired man threw a hesitating glance at Ethan. + “Round about noon,” he said. + </p> + <p> + Zeena turned to Mattie. “That trunk of yours is too heavy for the sleigh, + and Dan’l Byrne’ll be round to take it over to the Flats,” she said. + </p> + <p> + “I’m much obliged to you, Zeena,” said Mattie. + </p> + <p> + “I’d like to go over things with you first,” Zeena continued in an + unperturbed voice. “I know there’s a huckabuck towel missing; and I can’t + make out what you done with that match-safe ’t used to stand behind the + stuffed owl in the parlour.” + </p> + <p> + She went out, followed by Mattie, and when the men were alone Jotham said + to his employer: “I guess I better let Dan’l come round, then.” + </p> + <p> + Ethan finished his usual morning tasks about the house and barn; then he + said to Jotham: “I’m going down to Starkfield. Tell them not to wait + dinner.” + </p> + <p> + The passion of rebellion had broken out in him again. That which had + seemed incredible in the sober light of day had really come to pass, and + he was to assist as a helpless spectator at Mattie’s banishment. His + manhood was humbled by the part he was compelled to play and by the + thought of what Mattie must think of him. Confused impulses struggled in + him as he strode along to the village. He had made up his mind to do + something, but he did not know what it would be. + </p> + <p> + The early mist had vanished and the fields lay like a silver shield under + the sun. It was one of the days when the glitter of winter shines through + a pale haze of spring. Every yard of the road was alive with Mattie’s + presence, and there was hardly a branch against the sky or a tangle of + brambles on the bank in which some bright shred of memory was not caught. + Once, in the stillness, the call of a bird in a mountain ash was so like + her laughter that his heart tightened and then grew large; and all these + things made him see that something must be done at once. + </p> + <p> + Suddenly it occurred to him that Andrew Hale, who was a kind-hearted man, + might be induced to reconsider his refusal and advance a small sum on the + lumber if he were told that Zeena’s ill-health made it necessary to hire a + servant. Hale, after all, knew enough of Ethan’s situation to make it + possible for the latter to renew his appeal without too much loss of + pride; and, moreover, how much did pride count in the ebullition of + passions in his breast? + </p> + <p> + The more he considered his plan the more hopeful it seemed. If he could + get Mrs. Hale’s ear he felt certain of success, and with fifty dollars in + his pocket nothing could keep him from Mattie.... + </p> + <p> + His first object was to reach Starkfield before Hale had started for his + work; he knew the carpenter had a job down the Corbury road and was likely + to leave his house early. Ethan’s long strides grew more rapid with the + accelerated beat of his thoughts, and as he reached the foot of School + House Hill he caught sight of Hale’s sleigh in the distance. He hurried + forward to meet it, but as it drew nearer he saw that it was driven by the + carpenter’s youngest boy and that the figure at his side, looking like a + large upright cocoon in spectacles, was that of Mrs. Hale. Ethan signed to + them to stop, and Mrs. Hale leaned forward, her pink wrinkles twinkling + with benevolence. + </p> + <p> + “Mr. Hale? Why, yes, you’ll find him down home now. He ain’t going to his + work this forenoon. He woke up with a touch o’ lumbago, and I just made + him put on one of old Dr. Kidder’s plasters and set right up into the + fire.” + </p> + <p> + Beaming maternally on Ethan, she bent over to add: “I on’y just heard from + Mr. Hale ’bout Zeena’s going over to Bettsbridge to see that new doctor. + I’m real sorry she’s feeling so bad again! I hope he thinks he can do + something for her. I don’t know anybody round here’s had more sickness + than Zeena. I always tell Mr. Hale I don’t know what she’d ’a’ done if she + hadn’t ’a’ had you to look after her; and I used to say the same thing + ’bout your mother. You’ve had an awful mean time, Ethan Frome.” + </p> + <p> + She gave him a last nod of sympathy while her son chirped to the horse; + and Ethan, as she drove off, stood in the middle of the road and stared + after the retreating sleigh. + </p> + <p> + It was a long time since any one had spoken to him as kindly as Mrs. Hale. + Most people were either indifferent to his troubles, or disposed to think + it natural that a young fellow of his age should have carried without + repining the burden of three crippled lives. But Mrs. Hale had said, + “You’ve had an awful mean time, Ethan Frome,” and he felt less alone with + his misery. If the Hales were sorry for him they would surely respond to + his appeal.... + </p> + <p> + He started down the road toward their house, but at the end of a few yards + he pulled up sharply, the blood in his face. For the first time, in the + light of the words he had just heard, he saw what he was about to do. He + was planning to take advantage of the Hales’ sympathy to obtain money from + them on false pretences. That was a plain statement of the cloudy purpose + which had driven him in headlong to Starkfield. + </p> + <p> + With the sudden perception of the point to which his madness had carried + him, the madness fell and he saw his life before him as it was. He was a + poor man, the husband of a sickly woman, whom his desertion would leave + alone and destitute; and even if he had had the heart to desert her he + could have done so only by deceiving two kindly people who had pitied him. + </p> + <p> + He turned and walked slowly back to the farm. + </p> + <p> + <a id="link2H_4_0010"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br><br><br><br> + </div> + <div class='chapter'><h2> + IX + </h2></div> + <p> + At the kitchen door Daniel Byrne sat in his sleigh behind a big-boned grey + who pawed the snow and swung his long head restlessly from side to side. + </p> + <p> + Ethan went into the kitchen and found his wife by the stove. Her head was + wrapped in her shawl, and she was reading a book called “Kidney Troubles + and Their Cure” on which he had had to pay extra postage only a few days + before. + </p> + <p> + Zeena did not move or look up when he entered, and after a moment he + asked: “Where’s Mattie?” + </p> + <p> + Without lifting her eyes from the page she replied: “I presume she’s + getting down her trunk.” + </p> + <p> + The blood rushed to his face. “Getting down her trunk—alone?” + </p> + <p> + “Jotham Powell’s down in the wood-lot, and Dan’l Byrne says he darsn’t + leave that horse,” she returned. + </p> + <p> + Her husband, without stopping to hear the end of the phrase, had left the + kitchen and sprung up the stairs. The door of Mattie’s room was shut, and + he wavered a moment on the landing. “Matt,” he said in a low voice; but + there was no answer, and he put his hand on the door-knob. + </p> + <p> + He had never been in her room except once, in the early summer, when he + had gone there to plaster up a leak in the eaves, but he remembered + exactly how everything had looked: the red-and-white quilt on her narrow + bed, the pretty pin-cushion on the chest of drawers, and over it the + enlarged photograph of her mother, in an oxydized frame, with a bunch of + dyed grasses at the back. Now these and all other tokens of her presence + had vanished, and the room looked as bare and comfortless as when Zeena had + shown her into it on the day of her arrival. In the middle of the floor + stood her trunk, and on the trunk she sat in her Sunday dress, her back + turned to the door and her face in her hands. She had not heard Ethan’s + call because she was sobbing and she did not hear his step till he stood + close behind her and laid his hands on her shoulders. + </p> + <p> + “Matt—oh, don’t—oh, <i>Matt</i>!” + </p> + <p> + She started up, lifting her wet face to his. “Ethan—I thought I + wasn’t ever going to see you again!” + </p> + <p> + He took her in his arms, pressing her close, and with a trembling hand + smoothed away the hair from her forehead. + </p> + <p> + “Not see me again? What do you mean?” + </p> + <p> + She sobbed out: “Jotham said you told him we wasn’t to wait dinner for + you, and I thought—” + </p> + <p> + “You thought I meant to cut it?” he finished for her grimly. + </p> + <p> + She clung to him without answering, and he laid his lips on her hair, + which was soft yet springy, like certain mosses on warm slopes, and had + the faint woody fragrance of fresh sawdust in the sun. + </p> + <p> + Through the door they heard Zeena’s voice calling out from below: “Dan’l + Byrne says you better hurry up if you want him to take that trunk.” + </p> + <p> + They drew apart with stricken faces. Words of resistance rushed to Ethan’s + lips and died there. Mattie found her handkerchief and dried her eyes; + then, bending down, she took hold of a handle of the trunk. + </p> + <p> + Ethan put her aside. “You let go, Matt,” he ordered her. + </p> + <p> + She answered: “It takes two to coax it round the corner”; and submitting + to this argument he grasped the other handle, and together they manoeuvred + the heavy trunk out to the landing. + </p> + <p> + “Now let go,” he repeated; then he shouldered the trunk and carried it + down the stairs and across the passage to the kitchen. Zeena, who had gone + back to her seat by the stove, did not lift her head from her book as he + passed. Mattie followed him out of the door and helped him to lift the + trunk into the back of the sleigh. When it was in place they stood side by + side on the door-step, watching Daniel Byrne plunge off behind his fidgety + horse. + </p> + <p> + It seemed to Ethan that his heart was bound with cords which an unseen + hand was tightening with every tick of the clock. Twice he opened his lips + to speak to Mattie and found no breath. At length, as she turned to + re-enter the house, he laid a detaining hand on her. + </p> + <p> + “I’m going to drive you over, Matt,” he whispered. + </p> + <p> + She murmured back: “I think Zeena wants I should go with Jotham.” + </p> + <p> + “I’m going to drive you over,” he repeated; and she went into the kitchen + without answering. + </p> + <p> + At dinner Ethan could not eat. If he lifted his eyes they rested on + Zeena’s pinched face, and the corners of her straight lips seemed to + quiver away into a smile. She ate well, declaring that the mild weather + made her feel better, and pressed a second helping of beans on Jotham + Powell, whose wants she generally ignored. + </p> + <p> + Mattie, when the meal was over, went about her usual task of clearing the + table and washing up the dishes. Zeena, after feeding the cat, had + returned to her rocking-chair by the stove, and Jotham Powell, who always + lingered last, reluctantly pushed back his chair and moved toward the + door. + </p> + <p> + On the threshold he turned back to say to Ethan: “What time’ll I come + round for Mattie?” + </p> + <p> + Ethan was standing near the window, mechanically filling his pipe while he + watched Mattie move to and fro. He answered: “You needn’t come round; I’m + going to drive her over myself.” + </p> + <p> + He saw the rise of the colour in Mattie’s averted cheek, and the quick + lifting of Zeena’s head. + </p> + <p> + “I want you should stay here this afternoon, Ethan,” his wife said. + “Jotham can drive Mattie over.” + </p> + <p> + Mattie flung an imploring glance at him, but he repeated curtly: “I’m + going to drive her over myself.” + </p> + <p> + Zeena continued in the same even tone: “I wanted you should stay and fix + up that stove in Mattie’s room afore the girl gets here. It ain’t been + drawing right for nigh on a month now.” + </p> + <p> + Ethan’s voice rose indignantly. “If it was good enough for Mattie I guess + it’s good enough for a hired girl.” + </p> + <p> + “That girl that’s coming told me she was used to a house where they had a + furnace,” Zeena persisted with the same monotonous mildness. + </p> + <p> + “She’d better ha’ stayed there then,” he flung back at her; and turning to + Mattie he added in a hard voice: “You be ready by three, Matt; I’ve got + business at Corbury.” + </p> + <p> + Jotham Powell had started for the barn, and Ethan strode down after him + aflame with anger. The pulses in his temples throbbed and a fog was in his + eyes. He went about his task without knowing what force directed him, or + whose hands and feet were fulfilling its orders. It was not till he led + out the sorrel and backed him between the shafts of the sleigh that he + once more became conscious of what he was doing. As he passed the bridle + over the horse’s head, and wound the traces around the shafts, he + remembered the day when he had made the same preparations in order to + drive over and meet his wife’s cousin at the Flats. It was little more + than a year ago, on just such a soft afternoon, with a “feel” of spring in + the air. The sorrel, turning the same big ringed eye on him, nuzzled the + palm of his hand in the same way; and one by one all the days between rose + up and stood before him.... + </p> + <p> + He flung the bearskin into the sleigh, climbed to the seat, and drove up + to the house. When he entered the kitchen it was empty, but Mattie’s bag + and shawl lay ready by the door. He went to the foot of the stairs and + listened. No sound reached him from above, but presently he thought he + heard some one moving about in his deserted study, and pushing open the + door he saw Mattie, in her hat and jacket, standing with her back to him + near the table. + </p> + <p> + She started at his approach and turning quickly, said: “Is it time?” + </p> + <p> + “What are you doing here, Matt?” he asked her. + </p> + <p> + She looked at him timidly. “I was just taking a look round—that’s + all,” she answered, with a wavering smile. + </p> + <p> + They went back into the kitchen without speaking, and Ethan picked up her + bag and shawl. + </p> + <p> + “Where’s Zeena?” he asked. + </p> + <p> + “She went upstairs right after dinner. She said she had those shooting + pains again, and didn’t want to be disturbed.” + </p> + <p> + “Didn’t she say good-bye to you?” + </p> + <p> + “No. That was all she said.” + </p> + <p> + Ethan, looking slowly about the kitchen, said to himself with a shudder + that in a few hours he would be returning to it alone. Then the sense of + unreality overcame him once more, and he could not bring himself to + believe that Mattie stood there for the last time before him. + </p> + <p> + “Come on,” he said almost gaily, opening the door and putting her bag into + the sleigh. He sprang to his seat and bent over to tuck the rug about her + as she slipped into the place at his side. “Now then, go ’long,” he said, + with a shake of the reins that sent the sorrel placidly jogging down the + hill. + </p> + <p> + “We got lots of time for a good ride, Matt!” he cried, seeking her hand + beneath the fur and pressing it in his. His face tingled and he felt + dizzy, as if he had stopped in at the Starkfield saloon on a zero day for + a drink. + </p> + <p> + At the gate, instead of making for Starkfield, he turned the sorrel to the + right, up the Bettsbridge road. Mattie sat silent, giving no sign of + surprise; but after a moment she said: “Are you going round by Shadow + Pond?” + </p> + <p> + He laughed and answered: “I knew you’d know!” + </p> + <p> + She drew closer under the bearskin, so that, looking sideways around his + coat-sleeve, he could just catch the tip of her nose and a blown brown + wave of hair. They drove slowly up the road between fields glistening + under the pale sun, and then bent to the right down a lane edged with + spruce and larch. Ahead of them, a long way off, a range of hills stained + by mottlings of black forest flowed away in round white curves against the + sky. The lane passed into a pine-wood with boles reddening in the + afternoon sun and delicate blue shadows on the snow. As they entered it + the breeze fell and a warm stillness seemed to drop from the branches with + the dropping needles. Here the snow was so pure that the tiny tracks of + wood-animals had left on it intricate lace-like patterns, and the bluish + cones caught in its surface stood out like ornaments of bronze. + </p> + <p> + Ethan drove on in silence till they reached a part of the wood where the + pines were more widely spaced; then he drew up and helped Mattie to get + out of the sleigh. They passed between the aromatic trunks, the snow + breaking crisply under their feet, till they came to a small sheet of + water with steep wooded sides. Across its frozen surface, from the farther + bank, a single hill rising against the western sun threw the long conical + shadow which gave the lake its name. It was a shy secret spot, full of the + same dumb melancholy that Ethan felt in his heart. + </p> + <p> + He looked up and down the little pebbly beach till his eye lit on a fallen + tree-trunk half submerged in snow. + </p> + <p> + “There’s where we sat at the picnic,” he reminded her. + </p> + <p> + The entertainment of which he spoke was one of the few that they had taken + part in together: a “church picnic” which, on a long afternoon of the + preceding summer, had filled the retired place with merry-making. Mattie + had begged him to go with her but he had refused. Then, toward sunset, + coming down from the mountain where he had been felling timber, he had + been caught by some strayed revellers and drawn into the group by the + lake, where Mattie, encircled by facetious youths, and bright as a + blackberry under her spreading hat, was brewing coffee over a gipsy fire. + He remembered the shyness he had felt at approaching her in his uncouth + clothes, and then the lighting up of her face, and the way she had broken + through the group to come to him with a cup in her hand. They had sat for + a few minutes on the fallen log by the pond, and she had missed her gold + locket, and set the young men searching for it; and it was Ethan who had + spied it in the moss.... That was all; but all their intercourse had been + made up of just such inarticulate flashes, when they seemed to come + suddenly upon happiness as if they had surprised a butterfly in the winter + woods.... + </p> + <p> + “It was right there I found your locket,” he said, pushing his foot into a + dense tuft of blueberry bushes. + </p> + <p> + “I never saw anybody with such sharp eyes!” she answered. + </p> + <p> + She sat down on the tree-trunk in the sun and he sat down beside her. + </p> + <p> + “You were as pretty as a picture in that pink hat,” he said. + </p> + <p> + She laughed with pleasure. “Oh, I guess it was the hat!” she rejoined. + </p> + <p> + They had never before avowed their inclination so openly, and Ethan, for a + moment, had the illusion that he was a free man, wooing the girl he meant + to marry. He looked at her hair and longed to touch it again, and to tell + her that it smelt of the woods; but he had never learned to say such + things. + </p> + <p> + Suddenly she rose to her feet and said: “We mustn’t stay here any longer.” + </p> + <p> + He continued to gaze at her vaguely, only half-roused from his dream. + “There’s plenty of time,” he answered. + </p> + <p> + They stood looking at each other as if the eyes of each were straining to + absorb and hold fast the other’s image. There were things he had to say to + her before they parted, but he could not say them in that place of summer + memories, and he turned and followed her in silence to the sleigh. As they + drove away the sun sank behind the hill and the pine-boles turned from red + to grey. + </p> + <p> + By a devious track between the fields they wound back to the Starkfield + road. Under the open sky the light was still clear, with a reflection of + cold red on the eastern hills. The clumps of trees in the snow seemed to + draw together in ruffled lumps, like birds with their heads under their + wings; and the sky, as it paled, rose higher, leaving the earth more + alone. + </p> + <p> + As they turned into the Starkfield road Ethan said: “Matt, what do you + mean to do?” + </p> + <p> + She did not answer at once, but at length she said: “I’ll try to get a + place in a store.” + </p> + <p> + “You know you can’t do it. The bad air and the standing all day nearly + killed you before.” + </p> + <p> + “I’m a lot stronger than I was before I came to Starkfield.” + </p> + <p> + “And now you’re going to throw away all the good it’s done you!” + </p> + <p> + There seemed to be no answer to this, and again they drove on for a while + without speaking. With every yard of the way some spot where they had + stood, and laughed together or been silent, clutched at Ethan and dragged + him back. + </p> + <p> + “Isn’t there any of your father’s folks could help you?” + </p> + <p> + “There isn’t any of ’em I’d ask.” + </p> + <p> + He lowered his voice to say: “You know there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for + you if I could.” + </p> + <p> + “I know there isn’t.” + </p> + <p> + “But I can’t—” + </p> + <p> + She was silent, but he felt a slight tremor in the shoulder against his. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, Matt,” he broke out, “if I could ha’ gone with you now I’d ha’ done + it—” + </p> + <p> + She turned to him, pulling a scrap of paper from her breast. “Ethan—I + found this,” she stammered. Even in the failing light he saw it was the + letter to his wife that he had begun the night before and forgotten to + destroy. Through his astonishment there ran a fierce thrill of joy. “Matt—” + he cried; “if I could ha’ done it, would you?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, Ethan, Ethan—what’s the use?” With a sudden movement she tore + the letter in shreds and sent them fluttering off into the snow. + </p> + <p> + “Tell me, Matt! Tell me!” he adjured her. + </p> + <p> + She was silent for a moment; then she said, in such a low tone that he had + to stoop his head to hear her: “I used to think of it sometimes, summer + nights when the moon was so bright. I couldn’t sleep.” + </p> + <p> + His heart reeled with the sweetness of it. “As long ago as that?” + </p> + <p> + She answered, as if the date had long been fixed for her: “The first time + was at Shadow Pond.” + </p> + <p> + “Was that why you gave me my coffee before the others?” + </p> + <p> + “I don’t know. Did I? I was dreadfully put out when you wouldn’t go to the + picnic with me; and then, when I saw you coming down the road, I thought + maybe you’d gone home that way o’ purpose; and that made me glad.” + </p> + <p> + They were silent again. They had reached the point where the road dipped + to the hollow by Ethan’s mill and as they descended the darkness descended + with them, dropping down like a black veil from the heavy hemlock boughs. + </p> + <p> + “I’m tied hand and foot, Matt. There isn’t a thing I can do,” he began + again. + </p> + <p> + “You must write to me sometimes, Ethan.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, what good’ll writing do? I want to put my hand out and touch you. I + want to do for you and care for you. I want to be there when you’re sick + and when you’re lonesome.” + </p> + <p> + “You mustn’t think but what I’ll do all right.” + </p> + <p> + “You won’t need me, you mean? I suppose you’ll marry!” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, Ethan!” she cried. + </p> + <p> + “I don’t know how it is you make me feel, Matt. I’d a’most rather have you + dead than that!” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, I wish I was, I wish I was!” she sobbed. + </p> + <p> + The sound of her weeping shook him out of his dark anger, and he felt + ashamed. + </p> + <p> + “Don’t let’s talk that way,” he whispered. + </p> + <p> + “Why shouldn’t we, when it’s true? I’ve been wishing it every minute of + the day.” + </p> + <p> + “Matt! You be quiet! Don’t you say it.” + </p> + <p> + “There’s never anybody been good to me but you.” + </p> + <p> + “Don’t say that either, when I can’t lift a hand for you!” + </p> + <p> + “Yes; but it’s true just the same.” + </p> + <p> + They had reached the top of School House Hill and Starkfield lay below + them in the twilight. A cutter, mounting the road from the village, passed + them by in a joyous flutter of bells, and they straightened themselves and + looked ahead with rigid faces. Along the main street lights had begun to + shine from the house-fronts and stray figures were turning in here and + there at the gates. Ethan, with a touch of his whip, roused the sorrel to + a languid trot. + </p> + <p> + As they drew near the end of the village the cries of children reached + them, and they saw a knot of boys, with sleds behind them, scattering + across the open space before the church. + </p> + <p> + “I guess this’ll be their last coast for a day or two,” Ethan said, + looking up at the mild sky. + </p> + <p> + Mattie was silent, and he added: “We were to have gone down last night.” + </p> + <p> + Still she did not speak and, prompted by an obscure desire to help himself + and her through their miserable last hour, he went on discursively: “Ain’t + it funny we haven’t been down together but just that once last winter?” + </p> + <p> + She answered: “It wasn’t often I got down to the village.” + </p> + <p> + “That’s so,” he said. + </p> + <p> + They had reached the crest of the Corbury road, and between the indistinct + white glimmer of the church and the black curtain of the Varnum spruces + the slope stretched away below them without a sled on its length. Some + erratic impulse prompted Ethan to say: “How’d you like me to take you down + now?” + </p> + <p> + She forced a laugh. “Why, there isn’t time!” + </p> + <p> + “There’s all the time we want. Come along!” His one desire now was to + postpone the moment of turning the sorrel toward the Flats. + </p> + <p> + “But the girl,” she faltered. “The girl’ll be waiting at the station.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, let her wait. You’d have to if she didn’t. Come!” + </p> + <p> + The note of authority in his voice seemed to subdue her, and when he had + jumped from the sleigh she let him help her out, saying only, with a vague + feint of reluctance: “But there isn’t a sled round anywheres.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, there is! Right over there under the spruces.” He threw the bearskin + over the sorrel, who stood passively by the roadside, hanging a meditative + head. Then he caught Mattie’s hand and drew her after him toward the sled. + </p> + <p> + She seated herself obediently and he took his place behind her, so close + that her hair brushed his face. “All right, Matt?” he called out, as if + the width of the road had been between them. + </p> + <p> + She turned her head to say: “It’s dreadfully dark. Are you sure you can + see?” + </p> + <p> + He laughed contemptuously: “I could go down this coast with my eyes tied!” + and she laughed with him, as if she liked his audacity. Nevertheless he + sat still a moment, straining his eyes down the long hill, for it was the + most confusing hour of the evening, the hour when the last clearness from + the upper sky is merged with the rising night in a blur that disguises + landmarks and falsifies distances. + </p> + <p> + “Now!” he cried. + </p> + <p> + The sled started with a bound, and they flew on through the dusk, + gathering smoothness and speed as they went, with the hollow night opening + out below them and the air singing by like an organ. Mattie sat perfectly + still, but as they reached the bend at the foot of the hill, where the big + elm thrust out a deadly elbow, he fancied that she shrank a little closer. + </p> + <p> + “Don’t be scared, Matt!” he cried exultantly, as they spun safely past it + and flew down the second slope; and when they reached the level ground + beyond, and the speed of the sled began to slacken, he heard her give a + little laugh of glee. + </p> + <p> + They sprang off and started to walk back up the hill. Ethan dragged the + sled with one hand and passed the other through Mattie’s arm. + </p> + <p> + “Were you scared I’d run you into the elm?” he asked with a boyish laugh. + </p> + <p> + “I told you I was never scared with you,” she answered. + </p> + <p> + The strange exaltation of his mood had brought on one of his rare fits of + boastfulness. “It <i>is</i> a tricky place, though. The least swerve, and we’d + never ha’ come up again. But I can measure distances to a + hair’s-breadth—always could.” + </p> + <p> + She murmured: “I always say you’ve got the surest eye....” + </p> + <p> + Deep silence had fallen with the starless dusk, and they leaned on each + other without speaking; but at every step of their climb Ethan said to + himself: “It’s the last time we’ll ever walk together.” + </p> + <p> + They mounted slowly to the top of the hill. When they were abreast of the + church he stooped his head to her to ask: “Are you tired?” and she + answered, breathing quickly: “It was splendid!” + </p> + <p> + With a pressure of his arm he guided her toward the Norway spruces. “I + guess this sled must be Ned Hale’s. Anyhow I’ll leave it where I found + it.” He drew the sled up to the Varnum gate and rested it against the + fence. As he raised himself he suddenly felt Mattie close to him among the + shadows. + </p> + <p> + “Is this where Ned and Ruth kissed each other?” she whispered + breathlessly, and flung her arms about him. Her lips, groping for his, + swept over his face, and he held her fast in a rapture of surprise. + </p> + <p> + “Good-bye-good-bye,” she stammered, and kissed him again. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, Matt, I can’t let you go!” broke from him in the same old cry. + </p> + <p> + She freed herself from his hold and he heard her sobbing. “Oh, I can’t go + either!” she wailed. + </p> + <p> + “Matt! What’ll we do? What’ll we do?” + </p> + <p> + They clung to each other’s hands like children, and her body shook with + desperate sobs. + </p> + <p> + Through the stillness they heard the church clock striking five. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, Ethan, it’s time!” she cried. + </p> + <p> + He drew her back to him. “Time for what? You don’t suppose I’m going to + leave you now?” + </p> + <p> + “If I missed my train where’d I go?” + </p> + <p> + “Where are you going if you catch it?” + </p> + <p> + She stood silent, her hands lying cold and relaxed in his. + </p> + <p> + “What’s the good of either of us going anywheres without the other one + now?” he said. + </p> + <p> + She remained motionless, as if she had not heard him. Then she snatched + her hands from his, threw her arms about his neck, and pressed a sudden + drenched cheek against his face. “Ethan! Ethan! I want you to take me down + again!” + </p> + <p> + “Down where?” + </p> + <p> + “The coast. Right off,” she panted. “So ’t we’ll never come up any more.” + </p> + <p> + “Matt! What on earth do you mean?” + </p> + <p> + She put her lips close against his ear to say: “Right into the big elm. + You said you could. So ’t we’d never have to leave each other any more.” + </p> + <p> + “Why, what are you talking of? You’re crazy!” + </p> + <p> + “I’m not crazy; but I will be if I leave you.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, Matt, Matt—” he groaned. + </p> + <p> + She tightened her fierce hold about his neck. Her face lay close to his + face. + </p> + <p> + “Ethan, where’ll I go if I leave you? I don’t know how to get along alone. + You said so yourself just now. Nobody but you was ever good to me. And + there’ll be that strange girl in the house... and she’ll sleep in my bed, + where I used to lay nights and listen to hear you come up the stairs....” + </p> + <p> + The words were like fragments torn from his heart. With them came the + hated vision of the house he was going back to—of the stairs he + would have to go up every night, of the woman who would wait for him + there. And the sweetness of Mattie’s avowal, the wild wonder of knowing at + last that all that had happened to him had happened to her too, made the + other vision more abhorrent, the other life more intolerable to return + to.... + </p> + <p> + Her pleadings still came to him between short sobs, but he no longer heard + what she was saying. Her hat had slipped back and he was stroking her + hair. He wanted to get the feeling of it into his hand, so that it would + sleep there like a seed in winter. Once he found her mouth again, and they + seemed to be by the pond together in the burning August sun. But his cheek + touched hers, and it was cold and full of weeping, and he saw the road to + the Flats under the night and heard the whistle of the train up the line. + </p> + <p> + The spruces swathed them in blackness and silence. They might have been in + their coffins underground. He said to himself: “Perhaps it’ll feel like + this ...” and then again: “After this I sha’n’t feel anything....” + </p> + <p> + Suddenly he heard the old sorrel whinny across the road, and thought: + “He’s wondering why he doesn’t get his supper....” + </p> + <p> + “Come!” Mattie whispered, tugging at his hand. + </p> + <p> + Her sombre violence constrained him: she seemed the embodied instrument of + fate. He pulled the sled out, blinking like a night-bird as he passed from + the shade of the spruces into the transparent dusk of the open. The slope + below them was deserted. All Starkfield was at supper, and not a figure + crossed the open space before the church. The sky, swollen with the clouds + that announce a thaw, hung as low as before a summer storm. He strained + his eyes through the dimness, and they seemed less keen, less capable than + usual. + </p> + <p> + He took his seat on the sled and Mattie instantly placed herself in front + of him. Her hat had fallen into the snow and his lips were in her hair. He + stretched out his legs, drove his heels into the road to keep the sled + from slipping forward, and bent her head back between his hands. Then + suddenly he sprang up again. + </p> + <p> + “Get up,” he ordered her. + </p> + <p> + It was the tone she always heeded, but she cowered down in her seat, + repeating vehemently: “No, no, no!” + </p> + <p> + “Get up!” + </p> + <p> + “Why?” + </p> + <p> + “I want to sit in front.” + </p> + <p> + “No, no! How can you steer in front?” + </p> + <p> + “I don’t have to. We’ll follow the track.” + </p> + <p> + They spoke in smothered whispers, as though the night were listening. + </p> + <p> + “Get up! Get up!” he urged her; but she kept on repeating: “Why do you + want to sit in front?” + </p> + <p> + “Because I—because I want to feel you holding me,” he stammered, and + dragged her to her feet. + </p> + <p> + The answer seemed to satisfy her, or else she yielded to the power of his + voice. He bent down, feeling in the obscurity for the glassy slide worn by + preceding coasters, and placed the runners carefully between its edges. + She waited while he seated himself with crossed legs in the front of the + sled; then she crouched quickly down at his back and clasped her arms + about him. Her breath in his neck set him shuddering again, and he almost + sprang from his seat. But in a flash he remembered the alternative. She + was right: this was better than parting. He leaned back and drew her mouth + to his.... + </p> + <p> + Just as they started he heard the sorrel’s whinny again, and the familiar + wistful call, and all the confused images it brought with it, went with + him down the first reach of the road. Half-way down there was a sudden + drop, then a rise, and after that another long delirious descent. As they + took wing for this it seemed to him that they were flying indeed, flying + far up into the cloudy night, with Starkfield immeasurably below them, + falling away like a speck in space.... Then the big elm shot up ahead, + lying in wait for them at the bend of the road, and he said between his + teeth: “We can fetch it; I know we can fetch it—” + </p> + <p> + As they flew toward the tree Mattie pressed her arms tighter, and her + blood seemed to be in his veins. Once or twice the sled swerved a little + under them. He slanted his body to keep it headed for the elm, repeating + to himself again and again: “I know we can fetch it”; and little phrases + she had spoken ran through his head and danced before him on the air. The + big tree loomed bigger and closer, and as they bore down on it he thought: + “It’s waiting for us: it seems to know.” But suddenly his wife’s face, + with twisted monstrous lineaments, thrust itself between him and his goal, + and he made an instinctive movement to brush it aside. The sled swerved in + response, but he righted it again, kept it straight, and drove down on the + black projecting mass. There was a last instant when the air shot past him + like millions of fiery wires; and then the elm.... + </p> + <p> + The sky was still thick, but looking straight up he saw a single star, and + tried vaguely to reckon whether it were Sirius, or—or—The + effort tired him too much, and he closed his heavy lids and thought that + he would sleep.... The stillness was so profound that he heard a little + animal twittering somewhere near by under the snow. It made a small + frightened <i>cheep</i> like a field mouse, and he wondered languidly if it were + hurt. Then he understood that it must be in pain: pain so excruciating + that he seemed, mysteriously, to feel it shooting through his own body. He + tried in vain to roll over in the direction of the sound, and stretched + his left arm out across the snow. And now it was as though he felt rather + than heard the twittering; it seemed to be under his palm, which rested on + something soft and springy. The thought of the animal’s suffering was + intolerable to him and he struggled to raise himself, and could not + because a rock, or some huge mass, seemed to be lying on him. But he + continued to finger about cautiously with his left hand, thinking he might + get hold of the little creature and help it; and all at once he knew that + the soft thing he had touched was Mattie’s hair and that his hand was on + her face. + </p> + <p> + He dragged himself to his knees, the monstrous load on him moving with him + as he moved, and his hand went over and over her face, and he felt that + the twittering came from her lips.... + </p> + <p> + He got his face down close to hers, with his ear to her mouth, and in the + darkness he saw her eyes open and heard her say his name. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, Matt, I thought we’d fetched it,” he moaned; and far off, up the + hill, he heard the sorrel whinny, and thought: “I ought to be getting him + his feed....” + </p> + <hr> + <p> + THE QUERULOUS DRONE ceased as I entered Frome’s kitchen, and of the two + women sitting there I could not tell which had been the speaker. + </p> + <p> + One of them, on my appearing, raised her tall bony figure from her seat, + not as if to welcome me—for she threw me no more than a brief glance + of surprise—but simply to set about preparing the meal which Frome’s + absence had delayed. A slatternly calico wrapper hung from her shoulders + and the wisps of her thin grey hair were drawn away from a high forehead + and fastened at the back by a broken comb. She had pale opaque eyes which + revealed nothing and reflected nothing, and her narrow lips were of the + same sallow colour as her face. + </p> + <p> + The other woman was much smaller and slighter. She sat huddled in an + arm-chair near the stove, and when I came in she turned her head quickly + toward me, without the least corresponding movement of her body. Her hair + was as grey as her companion’s, her face as bloodless and shrivelled, but + amber-tinted, with swarthy shadows sharpening the nose and hollowing the + temples. Under her shapeless dress her body kept its limp immobility, and + her dark eyes had the bright witch-like stare that disease of the spine + sometimes gives. + </p> + <p> + Even for that part of the country the kitchen was a poor-looking place. + With the exception of the dark-eyed woman’s chair, which looked like a + soiled relic of luxury bought at a country auction, the furniture was of + the roughest kind. Three coarse china plates and a broken-nosed milk-jug + had been set on a greasy table scored with knife-cuts, and a couple of + straw-bottomed chairs and a kitchen dresser of unpainted pine stood + meagrely against the plaster walls. + </p> + <p> + “My, it’s cold here! The fire must be ’most out,” Frome said, glancing + about him apologetically as he followed me in. + </p> + <p> + The tall woman, who had moved away from us toward the dresser, took no + notice; but the other, from her cushioned niche, answered complainingly, + in a high thin voice. “It’s on’y just been made up this very minute. Zeena + fell asleep and slep’ ever so long, and I thought I’d be frozen stiff + before I could wake her up and get her to ’tend to it.” + </p> + <p> + I knew then that it was she who had been speaking when we entered. + </p> + <p> + Her companion, who was just coming back to the table with the remains of a + cold mince-pie in a battered pie-dish, set down her unappetising burden + without appearing to hear the accusation brought against her. + </p> + <p> + Frome stood hesitatingly before her as she advanced; then he looked at me + and said: “This is my wife, Mis’ Frome.” After another interval he added, + turning toward the figure in the arm-chair: “And this is Miss Mattie + Silver....” + </p> + <hr> + <p> + Mrs. Hale, tender soul, had pictured me as lost in the Flats and buried + under a snow-drift; and so lively was her satisfaction on seeing me safely + restored to her the next morning that I felt my peril had caused me to + advance several degrees in her favour. + </p> + <p> + Great was her amazement, and that of old Mrs. Varnum, on learning that + Ethan Frome’s old horse had carried me to and from Corbury Junction + through the worst blizzard of the winter; greater still their surprise + when they heard that his master had taken me in for the night. + </p> + <p> + Beneath their wondering exclamations I felt a secret curiosity to know + what impressions I had received from my night in the Frome household, and + divined that the best way of breaking down their reserve was to let them + try to penetrate mine. I therefore confined myself to saying, in a + matter-of-fact tone, that I had been received with great kindness, and + that Frome had made a bed for me in a room on the ground-floor which + seemed in happier days to have been fitted up as a kind of writing-room or + study. + </p> + <p> + “Well,” Mrs. Hale mused, “in such a storm I suppose he felt he couldn’t do + less than take you in—but I guess it went hard with Ethan. I don’t + believe but what you’re the only stranger has set foot in that house for + over twenty years. He’s that proud he don’t even like his oldest friends + to go there; and I don’t know as any do, any more, except myself and the + doctor....” + </p> + <p> + “You still go there, Mrs. Hale?” I ventured. + </p> + <p> + “I used to go a good deal after the accident, when I was first married; + but after awhile I got to think it made ’em feel worse to see us. And then + one thing and another came, and my own troubles.... But I generally make + out to drive over there round about New Year’s, and once in the summer. + Only I always try to pick a day when Ethan’s off somewheres. It’s bad + enough to see the two women sitting there—but <i>his</i> face, when he + looks round that bare place, just kills me.... You see, I can look back and + call it up in his mother’s day, before their troubles.” + </p> + <p> + Old Mrs. Varnum, by this time, had gone up to bed, and her daughter and I + were sitting alone, after supper, in the austere seclusion of the + horse-hair parlour. Mrs. Hale glanced at me tentatively, as though trying + to see how much footing my conjectures gave her; and I guessed that if she + had kept silence till now it was because she had been waiting, through all + the years, for some one who should see what she alone had seen. + </p> + <p> + I waited to let her trust in me gather strength before I said: “Yes, it’s + pretty bad, seeing all three of them there together.” + </p> + <p> + She drew her mild brows into a frown of pain. “It was just awful from the + beginning. I was here in the house when they were carried up—they + laid Mattie Silver in the room you’re in. She and I were great friends, + and she was to have been my bridesmaid in the spring.... When she came to I + went up to her and stayed all night. They gave her things to quiet her, + and she didn’t know much till to’rd morning, and then all of a sudden she + woke up just like herself, and looked straight at me out of her big eyes, + and said.... Oh, I don’t know why I’m telling you all this,” Mrs. Hale + broke off, crying. + </p> + <p> + She took off her spectacles, wiped the moisture from them, and put them on + again with an unsteady hand. “It got about the next day,” she went on, + “that Zeena Frome had sent Mattie off in a hurry because she had a hired + girl coming, and the folks here could never rightly tell what she and + Ethan were doing that night coasting, when they’d ought to have been on + their way to the Flats to ketch the train.... I never knew myself what + Zeena thought—I don’t to this day. Nobody knows Zeena’s thoughts. + Anyhow, when she heard o’ the accident she came right in and stayed with + Ethan over to the minister’s, where they’d carried him. And as soon as the + doctors said that Mattie could be moved, Zeena sent for her and took her + back to the farm.” + </p> + <p> + “And there she’s been ever since?” + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Hale answered simply: “There was nowhere else for her to go”; and my + heart tightened at the thought of the hard compulsions of the poor. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, there she’s been,” Mrs. Hale continued, “and Zeena’s done for her, + and done for Ethan, as good as she could. It was a miracle, considering + how sick she was—but she seemed to be raised right up just when the + call came to her. Not as she’s ever given up doctoring, and she’s had sick + spells right along; but she’s had the strength given her to care for those + two for over twenty years, and before the accident came she thought she + couldn’t even care for herself.” + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Hale paused a moment, and I remained silent, plunged in the vision of + what her words evoked. “It’s horrible for them all,” I murmured. + </p> + <p> + “Yes: it’s pretty bad. And they ain’t any of ’em easy people either. + Mattie <i>was</i>, before the accident; I never knew a sweeter nature. But she’s + suffered too much—that’s what I always say when folks tell me how + she’s soured. And Zeena, she was always cranky. Not but what she bears + with Mattie wonderful—I’ve seen that myself. But sometimes the two + of them get going at each other, and then Ethan’s face’d break your + heart.... When I see that, I think it’s <i>him</i> that suffers most... anyhow it + ain’t Zeena, because she ain’t got the time.... It’s a pity, though,” Mrs. + Hale ended, sighing, “that they’re all shut up there’n that one kitchen. + In the summertime, on pleasant days, they move Mattie into the parlour, or + out in the door-yard, and that makes it easier... but winters there’s the + fires to be thought of; and there ain’t a dime to spare up at the + Fromes.’” + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Hale drew a deep breath, as though her memory were eased of its long + burden, and she had no more to say; but suddenly an impulse of complete + avowal seized her. + </p> + <p> + She took off her spectacles again, leaned toward me across the bead-work + table-cover, and went on with lowered voice: “There was one day, about a + week after the accident, when they all thought Mattie couldn’t live. Well, + I say it’s a pity she <i>did</i>. I said it right out to our minister once, and + he was shocked at me. Only he wasn’t with me that morning when she first + came to.... And I say, if she’d ha’ died, Ethan might ha’ lived; and the + way they are now, I don’t see’s there’s much difference between the Fromes + up at the farm and the Fromes down in the graveyard; ’cept that down there + they’re all quiet, and the women have got to hold their tongues.” + </p> +<div>*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 4517 ***</div> + </body> +</html> diff --git a/4517-h/images/cover.jpg b/4517-h/images/cover.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..405a225 --- /dev/null +++ b/4517-h/images/cover.jpg |
