Men, Women, and Ghosts Part 7
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What did G.o.d mean,--Asenath believed in G.o.d, having so little else to believe in,--what did he mean, when he had blessed the girl all her happy life with such wealth of beauty, by filling her careless hands with this one best, last gift? Why, the child could not hold such golden love! She would throw it away by and by. What a waste it was!
Not that she had these words for her thought, but she had the thought distinctly through her dizzy pain.
"So there's nothing to do about it," said Del, pinning her shawl. "We can't have anything to say to each other,--unless anybody should die, or anything; and of course I'm not wicked enough to think of _that._--Sene!
Sene! what are you doing?"
Sene had risen slowly, stood upon the log, caught at an aspen-top, and swung out with it its whole length above the water. The slight tree writhed and quivered about the roots. Sene looked down and moved her marred lips without sound.
Del screamed and wrung her hands. It was an ugly sight!
"O don't, Sene, _don't!_ You'll drown yourself! you will be drowned! you will be--O, what a start you gave me! What _were_ you doing, Senath Martyn?"
Sene swung slowly back, and sat down.
"Amusing myself a little;--well, unless somebody died, you said? But I believe I won't talk any more to-night. My head aches. Go home, Del."
Del muttered a weak protest at leaving her there alone; but, with her bright face clouded and uncomfortable, went.
Asenath turned her head to listen for the last rustle of her dress, then folded her arms, and, with her eyes upon the sluggish current, sat still.
An hour and a half later, an Andover farmer, driving home across the bridge, observed on the river's edge--a shadow cut within a shadow--the outline of a woman's figure, sitting perfectly still with folded arms.
He reined up and looked down; but it sat quite still.
"Hallo there!" he called; "you'll fall in if you don't look out!" for the wind was strong, and it blew against the figure; but it did not move nor make reply. The Andover farmer looked over his shoulder with the sudden recollection of a ghost-story which he had charged his grandchildren not to believe last week, cracked his whip, and rumbled on.
Asenath began to understand by and by that she was cold, so climbed the bank, made her way over the windy flats, the railroad, and the western bridge confusedly with an idea of going home. She turned aside by the toll-gate. The keeper came out to see what she was doing, but she kept out of his sight behind the great willow and his little blue house,--the blue house with the green blinds and red moulding. The dam thundered that night, the wind and the water being high. She made her way up above it, and looked in. She had never seen it so black and smooth there. As she listened to the roar, she remembered something that she had read--was it in the Bible or the Ledger?--about seven thunders uttering their voices.
"He's sorry for her, and all that," they said.
A dead bough shot down the current while she stood there, went over and down, and out of sight, throwing up its little branches like helpless hands.
It fell in with a thought of Asenath's, perhaps; at any rate she did not like the looks of it, and went home.
Over the bridge, and the ca.n.a.l, and the lighted streets, the falls called after her: "He's sorry for her, and all that." The curtain was drawn aside when she came home, and she saw her father through the window, sitting alone, with his gray head bent.
It occurred to her that she had often left him alone,--poor old father!
It occurred to her, also, that she understood now what it was to be alone. Had she forgotten him in these two comforted, companioned years?
She came in weakly, and looked about.
"d.i.c.k's in, and gone to bed," said the old man, answering her look.
"You're tired, Senath."
"I am tired, father."
She sunk upon the floor,--the heat of the room made her a little faint,--and laid her head upon his knee; oddly enough, she noticed that the patch on it had given way,--wondered how many days it had been so,--whether he had felt ragged and neglected while she was busy about that blue neck-tie for d.i.c.k. She put her hand up and smoothed the corners of the rent.
"You shall be mended up to-morrow, poor father!"
He smiled, pleased like a child to be remembered. She looked up at him,--at his gray hair and shrivelled face, at his blackened hands and bent shoulders, and dusty, ill-kept coat. What would it be like, if the days brought her nothing but him?
"Something's the matter with my little gal? Tell father, can't ye?"
Her face flushed hot, as if she had done him wrong. She crept up into his arms, and put her hands behind his rough old neck.
"Would you kiss me, father? You don't think I'm too ugly to kiss, maybe,--you?"
She felt better after that. She had not gone to sleep now for many a night unkissed; it had seemed hard at first.
When she had gone half-way up stairs, d.i.c.k came to the door of his room on the first floor, and called her. He held the little kerosene lamp over his head; his face was grave and pale.
"I haven't said good night, Sene."
She made no reply.
"Asenath, good night."
She stayed her steps upon the stairs without turning her head. Her father had kissed her to-night. Was not that enough?
"Why, Sene, what's the matter with you?"
d.i.c.k mounted the stairs, and touched his lips to her forehead with a gently compa.s.sionate smile.
She fled from him with a cry like the cry of a suffocated creature, shut her door, and locked it with a ringing clang.
"She's walked too far, and got a little nervous," said d.i.c.k, s.c.r.e.w.i.n.g up his lamp; "poor thing!"
Then he went into his room to look at Del's photograph awhile before he burned it up; for he meant to burn it up.
Asenath, when she had locked her door, put her lamp before the looking-gla.s.s and tore off her gray cape; tore it off so savagely that the b.u.t.ton snapped and rolled away,--two little crystal semicircles like tears upon the floor.
There was no collar about the neck of her dress, and this heightened the plainness and the pallor of her face. She shrank instinctively at the first sight of herself, and opened the drawer where the crimson cape was folded, but shut it resolutely.
"I'll see the worst of it," she said with pinched lips. She turned herself about and about before the gla.s.s, letting the cruel light gloat, over her shoulders, letting the sickly shadows grow purple on her face.
Then she put her elbows on the table and her chin into her hands, and so, for a motionless half-hour, studied the unrounded, uncolored, unlightened face that stared back at her; her eyes darkening at its eyes, her hair touching its hair, her breath dimming the outline of its repulsive mouth.
By and by she dropped her head into her hands. The poor, mistaken face!
She felt as if she would like to blot it out of the world, as her tears used to blot out the wrong sums upon her slate. It had been so happy!
But he was sorry for it, and all that. Why did a good G.o.d make such faces?
She slipped upon her knees, bewildered.
"He _can't_ mean any harm nohow," she said, speaking fast, and knelt there and said it over till she felt sure of it.
Then she thought of Del once more,--of her colors and sinuous springs, and little cries and chatter.
After a time she found that she was growing faint, and so stole down into the kitchen for some food. She stayed a minute to warm her feet.
The fire was red and the clock was ticking. It seemed to her home-like and comfortable, and she seemed to herself very homeless and lonely; so she sat down on the floor, with her head in a chair, and cried as hard as she ought to have done four hours ago.
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