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be her aim to study the greatâthe greatâshall we say reason, for her being?
Which is adaptation,â and she uttered the word with feeling, assured that
Holcroft could not fail of being impressed by it. The poor man was bolting
such food as had been prepared in his haste to get away.
âYes,â continued the widow, âadaptation is womanâs mission andââ
âReally, Mrs. Mumpson, your and Janeâs mission this morning will be to get as
much butter as possible out of the cream and milk on hand. Iâll set the old
dog on the wheel, and start the churn within half an hour,â and he rose with
the thought, âIâd rather finish my breakfast on milk and coffee by and by than
stand this.â And he said, âPlease let the coffee be until I come in to show
you about taking out and working the butter.â
The scenes in the dairy need not be dwelt upon. He saw that Jane might be
taught, and that she would probably try to do all that her strength permitted.
It was perfectly clear that Mrs. Mumpson was not only ignorant of the duties
which he had employed her to perform, but that she was also too preoccupied
with her talk and notions of gentility ever to learn. He was already
satisfied that in inducing him to engage her, Lemuel Weeks had played him a
trick, but there seemed no other resource than to fulfill his agreement. With
Mrs. Mumpson in the house, there might be less difficulty in securing and
keeping a hired girl who, with Jane, might do the essential work. But the
future looked so unpromising that even the strong coffee could not sustain his
spirits. The hopefulness of the early morning departed, leaving nothing but
dreary uncertainty.
Mrs. Mumpson was bent upon accompanying him to town and engaging the girl
herself. âThere would be great propriety in my doing so,â she argued at
dinner, âand propriety is something that adorns all the human race. There
would be no danger of my getting any of the peculiar females such as you have
been afflicted with. As I am to superintend her labors, she will look up to
me with respect and humility if she learns from the first to recognize in me a
superior on whom she will be dependent for her daily bread. No shiftless
hussy would impose upon ME. I would bring homeâhow sweet the word sounds!âa
model of industry and patient endurance. She would be deferential, she would
know her place, too. Everything would go like clockwork in our home. Iâll
put on my things at once andââ
âExcuse me, Mrs. Mumpson. It would not be right to leave Jane here alone.
Moreover, Iâd rather engage my own help.â
âBut my dear Mr. Holcroft, you donât realizeâmen never do realizeâthat you
will have a long, lonely ride with a female of unknownâunknown antercedents.
It will be scarcely respecterble, and respecterbility should be man and
womanâs chief aim. Jane is not a timid child, and in an emergency like this,
even if she was, she would gladly sacrifice herself to sustain the proprieties
of life. Now that your life has begun under new and better auspices, I feel
that I ought to plead with you not to cloud your brightening prospects by a
thoughtless unregard of what society looks upon as proper. The eyes of the
community will now be upon usââ
âYou must excuse me, Mrs. Mumpson. All I ask of the community is to keep
their eyes on their own business, while I attend to mine in my own way. The
probabilities are that the girl will come out on the stage Monday,â and he
rose from the dinner table and hastily made his preparations for departure.
He was soon driving rapidly away, having a sort of nervous apprehension lest
Jane, or the widow, should suddenly appear on the seat beside him. A basket
of eggs and some inferior butter, with the burnt-out stove, were in his wagon
and his bank book was in his pocket. It was with sinking heart that he
thought of making further inroads on his small accumulations.
Before he was out of sight Mrs. Mumpson betook herself to the rocking chair
and began to expatiate on the blindness and obduracy of men in general and of
Mr. Holcroft in particular. âThey are all much alike,â she complained, âand
are strangely neglectful of the proprieties of life. My dear, deceased
husband, your father, was becoming gradually senserble of my value in guiding
him in this respect, and indeed, I may add in all respects, when, in the very
prime of his expanding manhood, he was laid low. Of course, my happiness was
buried then and my heart can never throb again, but I have a mission in the
worldâI feel itâand here is a desolate home bereft of female influence and
consolation and hitherto painfully devoid of respecterbility.
âI once called on the late Mrs. Holcroft, andâI must say itâI went away
depressed by a sense of her lack of ability to develop in her husband those
qualities which would make him an ornament to society. She was a silent
woman, she lacked mind and ideas. She had seen little of the world and knew
not what was swaying people. Therefore, her husband, having nothing else to
think of, became absorbed in the accumulation of dollars. Not that I object
to dollarsâthey have their proper place,âbut minds should be fixed on all
things. We should take a deep personal interest in our fellow beings, and
thus we grow broad. As I was saying, Mr. Holcroft was not developed by his
late spouse. He needs awakening, arousing, stimulating, drawing out, and such
I feel to be my mission. I must be patient; I cannot expect the habits of
years to pass away under a different kind of female influence, at once.â
Jane had been stolidly washing and putting away dishes during this partial
address to herself and partial soliloquy, but now remarked, âYou and me will
pass away in a week if you go on as youâve begun. I can see it cominâ. Then,
whereâll we go to?â
âYour words, Jane, only show that you are an ignorant, short-sighted child.
Do you suppose that a woman of my years and experience would make no better
provision for the future than a manâs changeful mindâa warped and undeveloped
mind, at that? No; I have an agreement with Mr. Holcroft. I shall be a
member of his household for three months at least, and long before that he
will begin to see everything in a new light. It will gradually dawn upon him
that he has been defrauded of proper female influence and society. Now, he is
crude, he thinks only of work and accumulating; but when the work is done by a
menial femaleâs hands and his mind is more at rest, there will begin to steal
in upon him the cravings of his mind. He will see that material things are
not all in all.â
âPâraps he will. I donât half know that youâre talkinâ about. âFiâs you, Iâd
learn to work and do things as he wants âem. Thatâs what Iâm going to do.
Shall I go now and make up his bed and tidy his room?â
âI think I will accompany you, Jane, and see that your task is properly
performed.â
âOf course you want to see everythinâ in the room, just as I do.â
âAs housekeeper, I should see everything that is under my care. That is the
right way to look at the matter.â
âWell, come and look then.â
âYou are becoming strangely disrespectful, Jane.â
âCanât help it,â replied the girl, âIâm gettinâ mad. Weâve been elbowed
around longâs I can remember, at least Iâve been, and now weâre in a place
where weâve a right to be, and you do nothinâ but talk, talk, talk, when he
hates talk. Now youâll go up in his room and youâll see everythinâ in it, so
you could tell it all off tomorrow. Why, canât you see he hates talk and
wants somethinâ done?â
âJane,â said Mrs. Mumpson, in her most severe and dignified manner, âyou are
not only disrespectful to your parent, but youâre a time server. What Mr.
Holcroft wants is a very secondary matter; what is BEST for him is the chief
consideration. But I have touched on things far above your comprehension.
Come, you can make up the bed, and I shall inspect as becomes my station.â
Chapter VI. A Marriage!
In a quiet side street of the market town in which Mr. Holcroft was accustomed
to dispose of his farm produce was a three-story tenement house. A family
occupied each floor, those dwelling in the first two stories being plain,
respectable people of the mechanic class. The rooms in the third story were,
of course, the cheapest, but even from the street might be seen evidences that
more money had been spent upon them than could have been saved in rent. Lace
curtains were looped aside from the windows, through which were caught
glimpses of flowers that must have come from a greenhouse. We have only to
enter these apartments to find that the suggestion of refined taste is amply
fulfilled. While nothing is costly, there is a touch of grace, a hint of
beauty in everything permitting simple adornment. The mistress of these rooms
is not satisfied with neatness and order merely; it is her instinct to add
something to please the eyeâa need essential to her, yet too often
conspicuously absent in rented quarters of a similar character.
It is remarkable to what a degree peopleâs abodes are a reflex of themselves.
Mrs. Alida Ostrom had been brought to these rooms a happy bride but a few
months since. They were then bare and not very clean. Her husband had seemed
bent on indulging her so far as his limited means permitted. He had declared
that his income was so modest that he could afford nothing better than these
cheap rooms in an obscure street, but she had been abundantly content, for she
had known even the extremity of poverty.
Alida Ostrom had passed beyond the period of girlhood, with its superficial
desires and ambitions. When her husband first met her, she was a woman of
thirty, and had been chastened by deep sorrows and some bitter experiences.
Years before, she and her mother had come to this town from a New England city
in the hope of bettering their circumstances. They had no weapons other than
their needles with which to fight lifeâs battle, but they were industrious and
frugalâcharacteristic traits which won the confidence of the shopkeepers for
whom they worked. All went as well, perhaps, as they could expect, for two or
three years, their secluded lives passing uneventfully and, to a certain
extent, happily. They had time to read some good books obtained at a public
library; they enjoyed an occasional holiday in the country; and they went to
church twice every Sunday when it was not stormy. The mother usually dozed in
the obscure seat near the door which they occupied, for she was getting old,
and the toil of the long week wearied her.âAlida, on the contrary, was
closely attentive. Her mind seemed to crave all the sustenance it could get
from every source, and her reverential manner indicated that the hopes
inspired by her faith were dear and cherished. Although they lived such quiet
lives and kept themselves apart from their neighbors, there was no mystery
about them which awakened surmises. âTheyâve seen better days,â was the common
remark when they were spoken of; and this was true. While they had no desire
to be social with the people
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