But Mr. Welles was not laughing at him. What a pitiable thing a dependent is! He felt all right now he knew some simple reason for what had looked so crazy. There Marise felt a singular heavy coolness in the stagnant air. He started across the pool, gave a cry, and stood still, petrified. . With all she had to do and think of, and she did her work as good as anybody if she did say it who shouldn't, she had her day planned before she turned her feet out of bed in the morning. But it seemed physically impossible for her to live until then, with the clutch in her throat. Before their eyes, without a breath of wind, the hugh beech solemnly bowed itself and with a great roar of branches, whipping and crushing the trees about, it fell, its full length thundering on the ground, a great mat of shaggy roots uptorn, leaving an open wound in the stony mountain soil. From the dining-room came a sound which Vincent did not recognize as the voice of any instrument he had ever heard: a series of extraordinarily rapid staccato scrapes, playing over and over a primitively simple sequence of notes. . She would have made that bargain, too, if it had not been for Neale. Then take your oil and your brush, and moving very slowly so that you don't startle him, lean over the fence and begin to brush it on his back where he likes to be rubbed. "It tastes like a man's version of creamed chicken, which is always a little too lady-like for me. They can't stand for an instant against something alive. He looked down at her sparkling face, brilliant in its mirth as a child's, and said seriously, "You must instantly think of something perfectly prosaic and commonplace to say, or I shall be forced to take you in my arms and kiss you a great many times, which might have Lord knows what effect on that gloomy-minded ticket-seller back of us who already has his suspicions. . The pendulum of her mind swung back . He was quite close now. She did so want to be talked out of it all. In the midst of this, Vincent heard the front door open and, startled to think that anyone else had used that exit, turned his head, and saw with some dismay that 'Gene had followed them in. . "Why can't we bring them up like Huckleberry Finns!" Nothing would be decided. He fell into another thoughtful silence, glanced up at her once sharply and looked down again. She stopped speaking. The little room seemed palpably crammed with those jostling, shouting, battling thoughts. . A man with such a personality as his, regularly hypnotic when he chose, and practised in handling women, he would be able to do anything he liked with an impressionable creature like Marise, who as a girl was always under the influence of something or other. . That, and the certainty of all they could get out of the consumer as a reward. "What was it she asked me then? she said to him, with a deep quavering disappointment, as though she were ashamed of him. In the darkened, shaded hall stood a man's figure, the face turned up towards her, the look on it meant for her, her only, not the useful house-mother, but that living core of her own self, buried, hidden, put off, choked and starved as she had felt it to be, all that morning. In fact, it was on that very expedition that you got formally engaged, don't you remember? They were beside the pen now, looking over the fence at the grotesque animal, twitching his gross and horribly flexible snout, as he peered up at them out of his small, intelligent eyes, sunk in fat, and almost hidden by the fleshy, hairy triangles of his ear-flaps. ", "Yes," admitted her husband, "I should think we were bound to. Paul was hurrying to go over and see that new old man next door, as usual. They are hers as much as mine. But now she knew, living had taught her; and that knowledge was irrevocably part of the woman she had become. See here, Mark, who said you could trail that sword out here? You'd ought to hear him light into the choppers when they forget to leave the seed-pines or when they cut under six inches butt diameter.". It always remained for her a superb and hideous dream, something symbolical, glorious, and horrible which had taken place in her brain, not in the lives of human beings. She explained, "It's not a famous line at all, nothing I ever heard anybody else admire. And how beautifully the sugar sprinkled on them would grit against your teeth as you ate it! But how could she have known it, so gradual had been the coming of satiety, until she had to contrast with it this fierce burning response to a fierce and new emotion? . He had not spoken to Marise that evening, save the first greetings, and his impudent shout to her in the dance, and now turned to find her. . Think of not _knowing_ if there were any cookies in the house! Anything else would be treating her like a child, or a dependent, as he'd hate to have her treat him, or anybody treat him. What miraculous thing happened then? Elly gave her mother a last kiss, and ran on ahead, calling over her shoulder, "I'm going to walk by myself!". "I'm too busy to keep up with the latest fads in cures as Eugenia does. He must needs stand back with the child. And no power on earth could prevent her from doing it. The Brimming Cup was written by Dorothy Canfield Fisher. with the next breath, they would break free as no others had ever done before them, and crying out the truth and glory that was in them, fall into each other's arms. He wondered if he could find out anything about this from Mr. Crittenden and put a question to him about his relations with his men. She added, "I put the biscuits in the oven as I come through, so they'd keep warm.". She struck her hands together. He was up here this afternoon." And made a pitying guess at the reason for it . There had been enough foolishness from her, for one day. Marise leaned against the pantry shelf. Mr. Bayweather has told us so much about all you do for the men . You see real character development and gain insight into human nature. That would make everything all right. ?" Old Mrs. ". ." It is not a human arm, it is the decree of the entire race. ", He withdrew the hand. She had been struck by that unwonted look of fatigue on Eugenia's face, had tried to make her laugh, and now, with an effort, laughed with her. said Paul, looking off, down the field, "just what the corn needs.". But presently Neale noticed that the other was looking absent and no longer made any comments. Mother, it's an altar! But there was about him something more than astonishment, something which Marise's mother-eye catalogued as furtitve, that consciousness of something to hide which always looks to grown-ups like guilt. . "No, oh no. Neale always tells you everything. "Oh, more or less," said Vincent, laughing. Possibilities he had never dreamed of, stretched before him, possibilities of almost impersonal and yet desirable existence. . A long time till dawn would come. She shook the thought off, saying to herself, "Well, would it make any difference to those Viennese babies if I deprived my children of palatable food?" . . ", It came like thunder, then, what Marise had never thought to feel. I find I am too old.". But he turns out to have a bass voice that is my joy. We'd ought to have had a man stay too. ", As they followed her, Vincent said, "Mrs. Good God! "Don't you feel well?" Both wore such an unusual aspect of elegance and grace that Vincent stared, stopping to look about him. "Oh no, we won't be gone long. If I'm alone for a minute, seems 'sthough . She was glad the side-road was so grass-grown. Some day Elly would lie like that, and all that she had done for Elly, or could do for her, would be only a pinch of ashes. . Where were the real depths, where the real food for the whole woman she had grown to be? I see now, how, after all, those stupid people had me beaten, because I'd always thought that a person either had to be stupid so that he didn't _know_ he was saying something everybody else had said, or else not say it, even if he wanted to, ever so much, and it was just what he meant. The great trunk now had a gaping raw gash in its side. ", "Nothing. . When you do, good Lord! The clock struck nine as they finished this, and Neale heard the stir and shifting of chairs. That was Neale himself. He had apparently nothing to say, after all, looking fixedly down at his bare brown feet. However does it happen that the best-looking women are always caught by that sort of chimpanzees? Presently he was summoned out of this day-dream by a tug at his hand. And again they bow themselves. There it lay, blank and brown, shabby with the litter of broken, sodden stems of last year's weeds, and unsightly with half-rotten lumps of manure. What terribly tarnishing things he did say. The little girls, when they have made their first communion, wear a scarf of light net, or open transparent lace. She only brought out by contrast the thrilling quality of Marise's golden presence. Marise started and cried out piercingly, "Neale, how can you say such things to _me_! . ", As she cleaned the nails, one eye on the grimly relentless clock, the ideas flicked through her mind like quick, darting flames. . ", Then in a gust of deep anger, instantly come, instantly gone, "Why do I tolerate this for a moment? . That was what he really wanted most of all. "He hasn't felt it yet. She had been more stung by that remark of his than she had been willing to acknowledge to Marsh or to herself. . She was brave, old Mrs. "I didn't care about you and Father!" And from Elly, "Aldebaran! Only something at the back of her throat contracted to a knot, relaxed, contracted, with a singular, disagreeable, involuntary regularity. She hoped to have a letter from Neale today. But she knew better now. It must have been ebbing for a long time before she realized it because, hurried, absorbed, surrounded incessantly by small cares as she was, hustled and jostled in her rôle of mother and mistress-of-the-house in servantless America, with the primitive American need to do so much with her own hands, she had not even had the time to know the stupid, tragic thing that was happening to her . Perhaps part of their little Ralph's queerness and abnormality comes from lack of proper food. It was with the flatness of accent which she hated, which was so hard for her, that she made the admission. he cried, out of the soft, moist, dense darkness about them. . .". The summer maybe. And you know she scolds like everything if anybody's late." Marise drew a long breath. "Business finds no echo in me, you know. Marise brought this out abruptly, impulsively, and felt, as she heard the words, that they had a flat, naïve sound, out of key with the general color of this talk, like a C Major chord introduced into Debussy nuances. . He was listening, _really_ listening, the way grown-ups almost never did, to hear what you had to say. It's piggy dirty. Heavens! Marise went in and sat down, looking at them with stony indifference, at 'Gene this time as well as at the women. inquired Marsh casually. He forgot to light his pipe and sat motionless, holding the burning match till it flared up at the end and scorched his fingers. why, that was this morning, only a few hours ago! She explained further, "But seriously, I must tell you that she is a perfectly harmless and quite uninteresting old herb-gatherer, although the children in the village are a little afraid of her, because she is an Indian, the only one they have ever seen. Nelly, she's out there, walkin' round and round watchin' 'Gene. The snarleder up I feel, the further we go. . . She heard him ask his mother, "Frank Warner been here? Gracious! How the kid had roared and kicked! asked Aunt Hetty, bending the upper part of her out of the window to shake something. ", She began again to weep, the tears filling her faded eyes and running quietly down her wrinkled old cheeks. "Yes, an altar, and he says the stones on it are idols, and he bows down and worships them, the way the Bible says it's wicked to.". And she knew that it was too late for that. Well, she did. And in the mill, Neale has a plan to try to get the men to work out for themselves some standards of what concerns them especially, what a day's work really is, at any given job, don't you know. Notions again? "Though perhaps he does try to give you a little too much at one sitting. Someone in the confusion stepped on the fox-terrier's toes and he set up a shrill, aggrieved yelping. The room seemed hot to him and he got up to open a window. . There could be nothing else that Eugenia could wish to say. . They always wanted, as they would say themselves, something more to show for their money. Although she could not see his face clearly Marise knew from his manner that he was very tired, from the way he sat down, taking off his cap, and his attitude as he leaned his head back against the pillar. ", She was interrupted here by a great explosive laugh from Vincent. . He might as well have stayed out with the family and helped with the dishes. "Oh well, bulbs be it," Vincent conceded the point indulgently. He always was a heedless critter from a little boy up. She has grown so greatly. Copyrighted poems are the property of the copyright holders. Is this the way you use it?" She remembered with a passing gust of amusement the expression of slightly scared distaste which Eugenia had for the children. . You have said at last what I have been silently and desperately calling out to you. The truth's pretty big for any one person to tell. She clasped her hands together and said, "Can't you do _any_thing? Not Vincent in the flesh; that last angry bewildered gesture had finality in it. till now. asked Neale's voice. "I'm so glad. She went on with the regular rhythmic motion, her eyes fixed dreamily on the round hole in the cover of the churn, through which the dasher-handle went up and down and which was now rimmed with thick yellow cream. "There! You could wash them for me. . And when he spoke, although his voice was quiet and level, she felt a great fatigue in his accent. He was sincerely amazed and astounded; that was plain from his exclamation, his tone, his face. The silence was heavy over the breathless summer field. abundance of personality . How sweet to be loved like that! But this last winter I didn't get up the energy to do that. Just as soon as we can get this certified copy admitted and entered on our Town Records, 'Gene can have possession of his own wood-land. "Oh, my poor, darling little daughter," she thought, "how _can_ you trust anything in this weak and wicked world as you trust your broken reed of a mother? That is not what I want. Marise saw her go into her room, heard the creak of the bed as she lay down on it, and then the old voice, "Miss Marise, will it be all right if I leave my candle burning, just this once? He wondered if she hadn't exaggerated all that. "Elly, darling, I can't stop just this minute to tell you about it, and anyhow I don't understand any more about it than Grandmother did. And what had he found? But presently he moved nearer to his mother and leaned his head against her breast. She went on, "But don't you think there is such a thing as spoiling beautiful elements in life, with handling them, questioning them, for natures that aren't naturally belligerent and ready to fight for what they want to keep? "Don't you turn out the lamp, or lock the door, or _any_thing?" What in the world was there to say to an ex-office manager of a big electrical company about a wood-working business? She would try the Vedanta deep-breathing exercises this time to quiet herself; and after them, breathing in and out through one nostril, and thinking of the Infinite, as the Yogi had told her. Powers said reassuringly, "Don't you worry. When the preliminary part was over, the music changed and again the men broke out into their accompanying chant. said Paul in an aggrieved tone. When I was littler, I used to get spells when I was bad. "I'll clean the fish, too," said Paul; "maybe you don't like to. "It's got tramped down so it's quite smooth.". But what would poison us to death . Why was it not a natural thought to have had? She won't be happy that way! ", She herself went through the house into the kitchen and began placing on the wheel-tray all the components of the lunch, telling them over to herself to be sure she missed none. My old Cousin Hetty perhaps. What was it? High above the tumult of Mark's shrieks and her own spasmodic reactions to them, she sent her intelligence circling quietly . She braced herself against the weight of the earthenware and balancing herself with a free swinging motion on her high-heeled shoes walked with an accentuation of her usual vigorous poise. We are just stumbling along, your father and I, as best we can, dragging you and your brothers along with us. I am almost half asleep. She was no bound-woman, bullied by the tyranny of an outgrown past, forced to revolt in order to attain the freedom without which no human decision can be taken. Had she seen anything which could give evidence on that? Was it worth while to do it at all? You may find out that something you have been trusting is growing out of a poisonous root. To get the great good things of life how much you had to give! ", The old man pronounced judgment gently. It had said enough for him. . ", "You always get around things," she said blamingly, "but there _are_ cases when you could be sure. Mr. Welles' pleasant old voice said, "It's a very pretty picture, I'm sure. Vincent, shaking his head, and looking hard at Mrs. Crittenden's rough clothes and the handful of earth in her fingers, said with an air of enforced patience with obvious unreasonableness, "You're on the wrong track, you know. You saw him. She protested sharply, "But if their father won't work steadily, when there is always work to be had?" Who knows if there is anything else? The blackness dropped deeper about him, and within him. She felt a sudden hurried impatient haste to be with Vincent again, to feel again the choking throb when she first saw him, the constant scared uncertainty of what he might say, what she might feel, what they both might do, from one moment to the next . He began to understand what Marise meant when she had said the old fellow was one you loved on sight. I promised I would stay here till the funeral and I know Agnes is afraid to stay alone. They'd ought to ha' been really poor the way she had been, so's you didn't know where the next meal was coming from, or how the rent was going to be paid. She tried to stand up but could not. Nobody would ever know. One of the many things which surprised Mr. Welles was that he seemed to need less sleep than in the city. "I don't like her biscuits," said Agnes. He explained briefly to Mrs. Crittenden, startled by the portentous name. . She fell into a muse, "Queer, what a spider-web of tenuous complication human relationships are. With a loud knocking of her heart she knew. . "You're as white as a sheet. She was startled because she had not heard him approach on the soft, cultivated ground of the garden. He had given her up then, totally. The line was busy of course, and Mrs. Bayweather was still trying to get them on the wire when I had to come away. "Yes, I always envied Henry James the conviction he seems to have had, all his life, that Europeans are a good deal more unlike other people than I ever found them. Marise turned sick with shocked pity. ", Vincent looked down at her, bubbling with light-hearted merriment, and thought, "There is no end to the variety of her moods! She was so young then. It'll keep hot all right if you'd rather wait. He leaned back in his chair, drawing on the newly lighted pipe and ruminating again. It was her grandmother's, her father's, her uncle's face, whom Cousin Hetty had never at all resembled. ", Marise said, "Over there, with Paul. Yes, she knew all that it meant when she answered, "No, Elly, I don't believe we are.". well, it seems to me like music, the more familiar it is, the dearer and closer it is . . It is the only thing that moves us out of our cowardly lethargy of dead-and-alive egotism. He looked about him, light-headed with relief from pain. ", She laughed a little, half-uneasily, a brighter color mounting to her smooth oval cheeks. ", He gave her a long, profound look. That's what he thinks, evidently. They don't go on the same excursion, at all. Personally, Mr. Welles preferred not to touch cats when they were like that. He had thought that this resolve would bring to him another of these terrible racking instants of anguish, but instead there came almost a calm upon him, as though the pain had passed and left him in peace, or as though a quiet light had shone out in the darkness. I was perfectly all right before. 'If they get their dividends all right, what more do they want?' Even after the old child, Agnes, had been soothed and reassured, over and over, till she had fallen asleep, and the house lay profoundly quiet, Marise felt not the slightest approach of drowsiness or even of fatigue. What's that?" He saw cause for gravity in this, remembering the great moment so shortly back of them, and said with a surprised and hurt accent, "Didn't you believe me, when I said I would? It's done something for him, too, I think, really and truly, without sentimental exaggeration at all. . . She felt a little afraid to think; and turned from the idea to the other man with relief. . She drew a long breath. . . The side-porch was nice and cool even on a hot summer day, just right for making butter. It was as though he were weaving a charm. What had happened on the Eagle Rocks? . And for a time he seemed to be interested. She looked at him hard, with a certain wonder in her eyes. "You mean that it seems to you like the coarsely heaped-up goodies set before a farmhand in a country kitchen . . And then she takes me off camping. It was the family shell which Cousin Hetty had for a time inhabited. What's that? The green oily water widened between them; and he had gone back with a burning heart to that deadly little country hotel. He had done his little indirect share of the throat-cutting always. I was crazy about it all, as a boy, used to work right along with the mill-hands, and out chopping with the lumbermen. Once they get scared they can't think of anything to do except just to keep a-running till something gets in their way. Yes, possible and lovely. THE GENT AROUND THE LADY. Oh, I didn't know we were going to have _chicken_ sandwiches. The only thing that budged at all was a bird . . all in a moment . And thus she welcomed him. . Probably it was worried about its nest and didn't like to have people so near. But I had sort of lost track of her, till I had to send her some little family trinkets that were left after my old aunt died. ", Marise was annoyed by his _grand seigneur_ air of certainty of his own importance, and piqued that she had failed to hold his interest. With no apparent volition of her own, she felt something very strong within her raise a mighty head and look about, stirred to watchfulness and suspicion by that luckless phrase. For she did not withdraw her gaze. Mother, he was alive a minute ago. ", "You're not weak," he told her; adding quaintly, "maybe a little overballasted; with brains and sensitiveness and under-ballasted with experience, that's all. "'Twan't so hard as you thought 'twas goin' to be, was it? In turning to salute them, Marise caught a glimpse of Mr. Marsh, fixing his brilliant scrutiny first on one and then on another of the company. But the procession wouldn't stop . . Yes, I love you, Neale, with all my heart a thousand times more than I ever dreamed I could love anybody. _I_ think of it! For, high and clear above everything else, there had come into her mind a quick discomfort at the contrast between her appearance and that of Eugenia. The brimming cup Item Preview > remove-circle Share or Embed This Item. Marsh." Well, he could stand Eugenia if she could stand them, he guessed. He noticed with an inward smile that she was fidgety under Mr. Bayweather's historical talk. Go clear through with this thing," she exhorted herself. A dozen times a day she interrupted herself to glance with apprehension at her reflection in the mirror, the Florentine mirror with the frame of brown wood carved, with the light, restrained touch of a good period, into those tasteful slender columns. She plunged the plummet down, past the fury and rage of the storm on the surface, past the teeming life of the senses, down to the depths of consciousness. "Are you . I've always meant to see more of this picturesque part of Vermont. Paul!" There was no room for thought in the profound awed impersonal sympathy which with a great hush came upon her at the sight of another human being in pain. Well, when we went on into the church, and I knelt there for a while, so struck down with joy that I couldn't stand on my feet, all those wild bursts of excitement, and incredulity and happiness, that kept surging up and drenching me . He got to his feet with a vigorous precision of movement which the other admired. Had Frank and 'Gene quarreled, or had 'Gene crept up behind Frank as he sighted along the compass? It's not as if he'd be of any use down in Georgia. Mother had sat there as a little girl . He wa'n't more'n half-witted, sometimes, she thought. "Here they come, Arthur," he remarked. They had started downstairs before Aunt Hetty had finished this, the little girl holding tightly to the wrinkled old hand. There was an inconceivable silence about her as she drew her snow-shoes over the velvet-like masses of the snow. . ", She stopped and asked him meditatively, "What else do you suppose I need to forestall old Mrs. What was it?" He knew Marise. ", He swallowed visibly a huge lump of unchewed bread, and said, uncorking a thermos bottle, "I asked Mother to put up some hot coffee. She looked at him with an instant, profound sympathy and pity, no longer herself, transfigured, divine by the depth of her humanity. it frightens me so, sets me in such a quiver! . . Todos los derechos reservados. She lingered at the window a moment looking up at the thick dark branches of the big pine. _He_ was the only person with any patience in that whole bunch. Well, she would make the bed and do the room-work anyhow, so's not to waste _all_ that time. ", The little boys bent their eager faces over it. "See here, you'll be sure to have to hear all that story from Mr. Bayweather in relentless detail. She thrust her head out of the window. Oh goody! . "What was the matter?" "There must be a snake after her eggs," he said excitedly. he said, furious. She took up a card from the table and fanned herself as she spoke, her eyes not quitting Marise's face. Queer that nobody there, Mr. Bayweather, Agnes, Touclé, none of them seemed to realize that Frank had not fallen, that 'Gene had . "I go 'way off to be by myself, and get a glimpse of what daylight is.". It was like sailing off above the clouds on familiar wings, although it was the first time she had tried them. She must answer 'yes' or 'no.'". "No more time. lots of old accepted notions look like that to me . Mr. Welles noticed with no enthusiasm that his eyes were extremely bright, that he smiled almost incessantly, that he stepped with an excess of his usual bounce. . . And dancing still like a young girl! How her eyes glistened when she laughed. How they did make you question everything. suggested Marsh. 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