Sevenoaks Part 2
You’re reading novel Sevenoaks Part 2 online at LightNovelFree.com. Please use the follow button to get notification about the latest chapter next time when you visit LightNovelFree.com. Use F11 button to read novel in full-screen(PC only). Drop by anytime you want to read free – fast – latest novel. It’s great if you could leave a comment, share your opinion about the new chapters, new novel with others on the internet. We’ll do our best to bring you the finest, latest novel everyday. Enjoy!
"Suppose we inquire of them," struck in Miss b.u.t.terworth again, "and find out whether they would not rather be treated better and die earlier."
"Paupers are hardly in a position to be consulted in that way,"
responded Mr. Snow, "and the alternative is one which, considering their moral condition, they would have no right to entertain."
Miss b.u.t.terworth had sat through this rather desultory disquisition with what patience she could command, breaking in upon it impulsively at various points, and seen that it was drifting nowhere--at least, that it was not drifting toward the object of her wishes. Then she took up the burden of talk, and carried it on in her very direct way.
"All you say is well enough, I suppose," she began, "but I don't stop to reason about it, and I don't wish to. Here is a lot of human beings that are treated like brutes--sold every year to the lowest bidder, to be kept. They go hungry, and naked, and cold. They are in the hands of a man who has no more blood in his heart than there is in a turnip, and we pretend to be Christians, and go to church, and coddle ourselves with comforts, and pay no more attention to them than we should if their souls had gone where their money went. I tell you it's a sin and a shame, and I know it. I feel it. And there's a gentleman among 'em, and his little boy, and they must be taken out of that place, or treated better in it. I've made up my mind to that, and if the men of Sevenoaks don't straighten matters on that horrible old hill, then they're just no men at all."
Mr. Snow smiled a calm, self-respectful smile, that said, as plainly as words could say: "Oh! I know women: they are amiably impulsive, but impracticable."
"Have you ever been there?" inquired Miss b.u.t.terworth, sharply.
"Yes, I've been there."
"And conscience forbid!" broke in Mrs. Snow, "that he should go again, and bring home what he brought home that time. It took me the longest time to get them out of the house!"
"Mrs. Snow! my dear! you forget that we have a stranger present."
"Well, I don't forget those strangers, anyway!"
The three Misses Snow t.i.ttered, and looked at one another, but were immediately solemnized by a glance from their father.
Mrs. Snow, having found her tongue--a characteristically lively and emphatic one--went on to say:--
"I think Miss b.u.t.terworth is right. It's a burning shame, and you ought to go to the meeting to-morrow, and put it down."
"Easily said, my dear," responded Mr. Snow, "but you forget that Mr.
Belcher is Buffum's friend, and that it is impossible to carry any measure against him in Sevenoaks. I grant that it ought not to be so. I wish it were otherwise; but we must take things as they air."
"To take things as they air," was a cardinal aphorism in Mr. Snow's budget of wisdom. It was a good starting-point for any range of reasoning, and exceedingly useful to a man of limited intellect and little moral courage. The real truth of the case had dawned upon Miss b.u.t.terworth, and it had rankled in the breast of Mrs. Snow from the beginning of his pointless talk. He was afraid of offending Robert Belcher, for not only did his church need repairing, but his salary was in arrears, and the wolf that had chased so many up the long hill to what was popularly known as Tom Buffum's Boarding House he had heard many a night, while his family was sleeping, howling with menace in the distance.
Mrs. Snow rebelled, in every part of her nature, against the power which had cowed her reverend companion. There is nothing that so goads a spirited woman to madness as the realization that any man controls her husband. He may be subservient to her--a cuckold even--but to be mated with a man whose soul is neither his own nor wholly hers, is to her the torment of torments.
"I wish Robert Belcher was hanged," said Mrs. Snow, spitefully.
"Amen! and my name is b.u.t.terworth," responded that lady, making sure that there should be no mistake as to the responsibility for the utterance.
"Why, mother!" exclaimed the three hisses Snow, in wonder.
"And drawn and quartered!" added Mrs. Snow, emphatically.
"Amen, again!" responded Miss b.u.t.terworth.
"Mrs. Snow! my dear! You forget that you are a Christian pastor's wife, and that there is a stranger present."
"No, that is just what I don't forget," said Mrs. Snow. "I see a Christian pastor afraid of a man of the world, who cares no more about Christianity than he does about a pair of old shoes, and who patronizes it for the sake of shutting its mouth against him. It makes me angry, and makes me wish I were a man; and you ought to go to that meeting to-morrow, as a Christian pastor, and put down this shame and wickedness. You have influence, if you will use it. All the people want is a leader, and some one to tell them the truth."
"Yes, father, I'm sure you have a _great_ deal of influence," said the elder Miss Snow.
"A great _deal_ of influence," responded the next in years.
"Yes, indeed," echoed the youngest.
Mr. Snow established the bridge again, by bringing his fingers together,--whether to keep out the flattery that thus came like a subtle balm to his heart, or to keep in the self-complacency which had been engendered, was not apparent.
He smiled, looking benevolently out upon the group, and said: "Oh, you women are so hasty, so hasty, so hasty! I had not said that I would not interfere. Indeed, I had pretty much made up my mind to do so. But I wanted you in advance to see things as they air. It may be that something can be done, and it certainly will be a great satisfaction to me if I can be the humble instrument for the accomplishment of a reform."
"And you will go to the meeting? and you will speak?" said Miss b.u.t.terworth, eagerly.
"Yes!" and Mr. Snow looked straight into Miss b.u.t.terworth's tearful eyes, and smiled.
"The Lord add His blessing, and to His name be all the praise!
Good-night!" said Miss b.u.t.terworth, rising and making for the door.
"Dear," said Mrs. Snow, springing and catching her by the arm, "don't you think you ought to put on something more? It's very chilly to-night."
"Not a rag. I'm hot. I believe I should roast if I had on a feather more."
"Wouldn't you like Mr. Snow to go home with you? He can go just as well as not," insisted Mrs. Snow.
"Certainly, just as well as not," repeated the elder Miss Snow, followed by the second with: "as well as not," and by the third with: "and be glad to do it."
"No--no--no--no"--to each. "I can get along better without him, and I don't mean to give him a chance to take back what he has said."
Miss b.u.t.terworth ran down the steps, the whole family standing in the open door, with Mr. Snow, in his gla.s.ses, behind his good-natured, cackling flock, thoroughly glad that his protective services were deemed of so small value by the brave little tailoress.
Then Miss b.u.t.terworth could see the moon and the stars. Then she could see how beautiful the night was. Then she became conscious of the everlasting roar of the cataracts, and of the wreaths of mist that they sent up into the crisp evening air. To the fear of anything in Sevenoaks, in the day or in the night, she was a stranger; so, with a light heart, talking and humming to herself, she went by the silent mill, the noisy dram-shops, and, with her benevolent spirit full of hope and purpose, reached the house where, in a humble hired room she had garnered all her treasures, including the bed and the linen which she had prepared years before for an event that never took place.
"The Lord add His blessing, and to His name be all the praise," she said, as she extinguished the candle, laughing in spite of herself, to think how she had blurted out the prayer and the ascription in the face of Solomon Snow.
"Well, he's a broken reed--a broken reed--but I hope Mrs. Snow will tie something to him--or starch him--or--something--to make him stand straight for once," and then she went to sleep, and dreamed of fighting with Robert Belcher all night.
CHAPTER II.
MR. BELCHER CARRIES HIS POINT AT THE TOWN-MEETING, AND THE POOR ARE KNOCKED DOWN TO THOMAS BUFFUM.
The abrupt departure of Miss b.u.t.terworth left Mr. Belcher piqued and surprised. Although he regarded himself as still "master of the situation"--to use his own pet phrase,--the visit of that spirited woman had in various ways humiliated him. To sit in his own library, with an intruding woman who not only was not afraid of him but despised him, to sit before her patiently and be called "Bob Belcher," and a brute, and not to have the privilege of kicking her out of doors, was the severest possible trial of his equanimity. She left him so suddenly that he had not had the opportunity to insult her, for he had fully intended to do this before she retired. He had determined, also, as a matter of course, that in regard to the public poor of Sevenoaks he would give all his influence toward maintaining the existing state of things. The idea of being influenced by a woman, particularly by a woman over whom he had no influence, to change his policy with regard to anything, public or private, was one against which all the brute within him rebelled.
In this state of mind, angry with himself for having tolerated one who had so boldly and ruthlessly wounded his self-love, he had but one resort. He could not confess his humiliation to his wife; and there was no one in the world with whom he could hold conversation on the subject, except his old confidant who came into the mirror when wanted, and conveniently retired when the interview closed.
Rising from his chair, and approaching his mirror, as if he had been whipped, he stood a full minute regarding his disgraced and speechless image. "Are you Robert Belcher, Esquire, of Sevenoaks?" he inquired, at length. "Are you the person who has been insulted by a woman? Look at me, sir! Turn not away! Have you any const.i.tutional objections to telling me how you feel? Are you, sir, the proprietor of this house? Are you the owner of yonder mill? Are you the distinguished person who carries Sevenoaks in his pocket? How are the mighty fallen! And you, sir, who have been insulted by a tailoress, can stand here, and look me in the face, and still pretend to be a man! You are a scoundrel, sir--a low, mean-spirited scoundrel, sir. You are nicely dressed, but you are a puppy. Dare to tell me you are not, and I will grind you under my foot, as I would grind a worm. Don't give me a word--not a word! I am not in a mood to bear it!"
Having vented his indignation and disgust, with the fiercest facial expression and the most menacing gesticulations, he became calm, and proceeded:
Sevenoaks Part 2
You're reading novel Sevenoaks Part 2 online at LightNovelFree.com. You can use the follow function to bookmark your favorite novel ( Only for registered users ). If you find any errors ( broken links, can't load photos, etc.. ), Please let us know so we can fix it as soon as possible. And when you start a conversation or debate about a certain topic with other people, please do not offend them just because you don't like their opinions.
Sevenoaks Part 2 summary
You're reading Sevenoaks Part 2. This novel has been translated by Updating. Author: J. G. Holland already has 647 views.
It's great if you read and follow any novel on our website. We promise you that we'll bring you the latest, hottest novel everyday and FREE.
LightNovelFree.com is a most smartest website for reading novel online, it can automatic resize images to fit your pc screen, even on your mobile. Experience now by using your smartphone and access to LightNovelFree.com
- Related chapter:
- Sevenoaks Part 1
- Sevenoaks Part 3