of up-an-comin'. They used to say that one o' the
Randalls married a Spanish woman, somebody
that was teachin' music and languages at a boardin'
school. Lorenzo was dark complected, you remember,
and this child is, too. Well, I don't know as
Spanish blood is any real
disgrace, not if it's a good
ways back and the woman was respectable."
II
REBECCA'S RELATIONS
They had been called the Sawyer girls when
Miranda at eighteen, Jane at twelve, and
Aurelia at eight participated in the various
activities of village life; and when Riverboro fell
into a habit of thought or speech, it saw no reason
for falling out of it, at any rate in the same century.
So although Miranda and Jane were between fifty
and sixty at the time this story opens, Riverboro
still called them the Sawyer girls. They were
spinsters; but Aurelia, the youngest, had made what
she called a
romantic marriage and what her sisters
termed a
mighty poor
speculation. "There's worse
things than bein' old maids," they said; whether
they thought so is quite another matter.
The element of
romance in Aurelia's marriage
existed
chiefly in the fact that Mr. L. D. M. Randall
had a soul above farming or trading and was a votary
of the Muses. He taught the
weekly singing-school
(then a feature of village life) in half a dozen
neighboring towns, he played the
violin and "called off"
at dances, or evoked rich harmonies from church
melodeons on Sundays. He taught certain uncouth
lads, when they were of an age to enter society, the
intricacies of contra dances, or the steps of the
schottische and mazurka, and he was a marked
figure in all social assemblies, though conspicuously
absent from town-meetings and the
purely masculine
gatherings at the store or
tavern or bridge.
His hair was a little longer, his hands a little
whiter, his shoes a little thinner, his manner a
triflemore polished, than that of his soberer mates;
indeed the only department of life in which he failed
to shine was the making of sufficient money to live
upon. Luckily he had no responsibilities; his father
and his twin brother had died when he was yet a
boy, and his mother, whose only noteworthy achievement
had been the naming of her twin sons Marquis
de Lafayette and Lorenzo de Medici Randall, had
supported herself and educated her child by making
coats up to the very day of her death. She was wont
to say plaintively, "I'm afraid the faculties was too
much divided up between my twins. L. D. M. is
awful
talented, but I guess M. D. L. would 'a' ben
the practical one if he'd 'a' lived."
"L. D. M. was practical enough to get the richest
girl in the village," replied Mrs. Robinson.
"Yes," sighed his mother, "there it is again; if
the twins could 'a' married Aurelia Sawyer, 't would
'a' been all right. L. D. M. was
talented 'nough to
GET Reely's money, but M. D. L. would 'a' ben practical
'nough to have KEP' it."
Aurelia's share of the
modest Sawyer property
had been put into one thing after another by the
handsome and luckless Lorenzo de Medici. He had
a
graceful and
poetic way of making an
investmentfor each new son and daughter that
blessed their
union. "A birthday present for our child, Aurelia,"
he would say,--"a little nest-egg for the future;"
but Aurelia once remarked in a moment of bitterness
that the hen never lived that could sit on
those eggs and hatch anything out of them.
Miranda and Jane had
virtually washed their
hands of Aurelia when she married Lorenzo de
Medici Randall. Having exhausted the resources
of Riverboro and its immediate
vicinity, the
unfortunate couple had moved on and on in a steadily
decreasing scale of
prosperity until they had reached
Temperance, where they had settled down and
invited fate to do its worst, an
invitation which was
promptly accepted. The
maiden sisters at home
wrote to Aurelia two or three times a year, and sent
modest but serviceable presents to the children at
Christmas, but refused to
assist L. D. M. with the
regular expenses of his rapidly growing family.
His last
investment, made
shortly before the birth
of Miranda (named in a
lively hope of favors which
never came), was a small farm two miles from
Temperance. Aurelia managed this herself, and so
it proved a home at least, and a place for the
unsuccessful Lorenzo to die and to be buried from, a duty
somewhat too long deferred, many thought, which
he performed on the day of Mira's birth.
It was in this happy-go-lucky household that Rebecca
had grown up. It was just an ordinary family;
two or three of the children were handsome and the
rest plain, three of them rather clever, two industrious,
and two
commonplace and dull. Rebecca had
her father's
facility and had been his aptest pupil.
She "carried" the alto by ear, danced without being
taught, played the melodeon without
knowing the
notes. Her love of books she inherited
chiefly from
her mother, who found it hard to sweep or cook
or sew when there was a novel in the house.
Fortunately books were
scarce, or the children might
sometimes have gone
ragged and hungry.
But other forces had been at work in Rebecca,
and the traits of unknown forbears had been wrought
into her fibre. Lorenzo de Medici was flabby and
boneless; Rebecca was a thing of fire and spirit:
he lacked
energy and courage; Rebecca was plucky
at two and
dauntless at five. Mrs. Randall and
Hannah had no sense of humor; Rebecca possessed
and showed it as soon as she could walk and talk.
She had not been able, however, to borrow her
parents' virtues and those of other
generous ancestors
and escape all the weaknesses in the calendar.
She had not her sister Hannah's
patience or her
brother John's
sturdy staying power. Her will was
sometimes willfulness, and the ease with which she
did most things led her to be
impatient of hard tasks
or long ones. But
whatever else there was or was
not, there was freedom at Randall's farm. The children
grew, worked, fought, ate what and slept where
they could; loved one another and their parents
pretty well, but with no
tropicalpassion; and
educated themselves for nine months of the year, each
one in his own way.
As a result of this method Hannah, who could
only have been developed by forces
applied from
without, was painstaking, humdrum, and limited;
while Rebecca, who
apparently needed nothing but
space to develop in, and a knowledge of terms in
which to express herself, grew and grew and grew,
always from within
outward. Her forces of one sort
and another had
seemingly been set in
motion when
she was born; they needed no daily spur, but moved
of their own accord--towards what no one knew,
least of all Rebecca herself. The field for the
exhibition of her
creativeinstinct was
painfully small,
and the only use she had made of it as yet was to
leave eggs out of the corn bread one day and milk
another, to see how it would turn out; to part
Fanny's hair sometimes in the middle, sometimes
on the right, and sometimes on the left side; and to
play all sorts of
fantastic pranks with the children,
occasionally bringing them to the table as fictitious
or
historical characters found in her favorite books.
Rebecca amused her mother and her family generally,
but she never was counted of serious
importance, and though considered "smart" and old for
her age, she was never thought superior in any way.
Aurelia's experience of
genius, as exemplified in the
deceased Lorenzo de Medici led her into a greater
admiration of plain, every-day common sense, a quality
in which Rebecca, it must be confessed, seemed
sometimes
painfully deficient.
Hannah was her mother's favorite, so far as Aurelia
could
indulge herself in such recreations as partiality.
The parent who is obliged to feed and clothe
seven children on an
income of fifteen dollars a
month seldom has time to discriminate carefully
between the various members of her brood, but Hannah
at fourteen was at once
companion and
partner in
all her mother's problems. She it was who kept the
house while Aurelia busied herself in barn and field.
Rebecca was
capable of certain set tasks, such as
keeping the small children from killing themselves
and one another, feeding the
poultry, picking up
chips, hulling strawberries, wiping dishes; but she
was thought irresponsible, and Aurelia, needing
somebody to lean on (having never enjoyed that
luxury with the
gifted Lorenzo), leaned on Hannah.
Hannah showed the result of this attitude somewhat,
being a
trifle careworn in face and sharp in manner;
but she was a self-contained, well-behaved, dependable
child, and that is the reason her aunts had invited
her to Riverboro to be a member of their family and
participate in all the advantages of their loftier
position in the world. It was several years since
Miranda and Jane had seen the children, but they
remembered with pleasure that Hannah had not
spoken a word during the
interview, and it was
for this reason that they had asked for the pleasure
of her company. Rebecca, on the other hand, had
dressed up the dog in John's clothes, and being
requested to get the three younger children ready
for dinner, she had held them under the pump and
then proceeded to "smack" their hair flat to their
heads by
vigorous brushing, bringing them to the
table in such a moist and
hideous state of shininess
that their mother was
ashamed of their appearance.
Rebecca's own black locks were
commonly pushed
smoothly off her
forehead, but on this occasion she
formed what I must perforce call by its only name,
a spit-curl, directly in the centre of her brow, an
ornament which she was allowed to wear a very
short time, only in fact till Hannah was able to call
her mother's attention to it, when she was sent
into the next room to remove it and to come back
looking like a Christian. This command she interpreted
somewhat too
literally perhaps, because she
contrived in a space of two minutes an
extremely