by Alice Hegan Rice
CALE YOUNG RICE
WHO TAUGHT ME THE SECRET
OF PLUCKING ROSES FROM
A CABBAGE PATCH
CHAPTER I. A
CHAPTER II. A
CHAPTER III. THE
CHAPTER IV. AN
ACCIDENT AND AN
CHAPTER V. THE
DAWN OF A
CHAPTER VI. THE
LOSING OF MR.
CHAPTER VIII. A
CHAPTER X. A
CHAPTER XI. THE
CHAPTER XIII. AN
CHAPTER XIV. THE
CHAPTER I. A CACTUS-PLANT
For life, with all it yields of joy and woe,
And hope and fear,...
Is just our chance o' the prize of learning love,—
How love might be, hath been indeed, and is.
BROWNING'S "A Death in the Desert."
Everything about Lovey Mary was a contradiction, from her hands and
feet, which seemed to have been meant for a big girl, to her high
ideals and aspirations, that ought to have belonged to an amiable one.
The only ingredient which might have reconciled all the conflicting
elements in her chaotic little bosom was one which no one had ever
taken the trouble to supply.
When Miss Bell, the matron of the home, came to receive Lovey
Mary's confession of repentance, she found her at an up-stairs window
making hideous faces and kicking the furniture. The depth of her
repentance could always be gaged by the violence of her conduct. Miss
Bell looked at her as she would have looked at one of the hieroglyphs
on the Obelisk. She had been trying to decipher her for thirteen
Miss Bell was stout and prim, a combination which was surely never
intended by nature. Her gray dress and tight linen collar and cuffs
gave the uncomfortable impression of being sewed on, while her rigid
black water-waves seemed irrevocably painted upon her high forehead.
She was a routinist; she believed in system, she believed in order,
and she believed that godliness was akin to cleanliness. When she
found an exception to a rule she regarded the exception in the light
of an error. As she stood, brush in hand, before Lovey Mary, she
thought for the hundredth time that the child was an exception.
"Stand up," she said firmly but not unkindly. "I thought you had
too much sense to do your hair that way. Come back to the bath-room,
and I will arrange it properly."
Lovey Mary gave a farewell kick at the wall before she followed
Miss Bell. One side of her head was covered with tight black ringlets,
and the other bristled with curl-papers.
"When I was a little girl," said Miss Bell, running the wet comb
ruthlessly through the treasured curls, "the smoother my hair was the
better I liked it. I used to brush it down with soap and water to make
Lovey Mary looked at the water-waves and sighed.
"If you're ugly you never can get married with anybody, can you,
Miss Bell?" she asked in a spirit of earnest inquiry.
Miss Bell's back became stiffer, if possible, than before.
"Marriage isn't the only thing in the world. The homelier you are
the better chance you have of being good. Now the Lord meant you to be
plain"—assisting Providence by drawing the braids so tight that the
girl's eyebrows were elevated with the strain. "If he had meant you to
have curls he would have given them to you."
[Illustration: "'Now the Lord meant you to be plain'"]
"Well, didn't he want me to have a mother and father?" burst forth
Lovey Mary, indignantly, "or clothes, or money, or nothing? Can't I
ever get nothing at all 'cause I wasn't started out with nothing?"
Miss Bell was too shocked to reply. She gave a final brush to the
sleek, wet head and turned sorrowfully away. Lovey Mary ran after her
and caught her hand.
"I'm sorry," she cried impulsively. "I want to be good. Please—
Miss Bell drew her hand away coldly. "You needn't go to
Sabbath-school this morning," she said in an injured tone; "you can
stay here and think over what you have said. I am not angry with you.
I never allow myself to get angry. I don't understand, that's all. You
are such a good girl about some things and so unreasonable about
others. With a good home, good clothes, and kind treatment, what else
could a girl want?"
Receiving no answer to this inquiry, Miss Bell adjusted her cuffs
and departed with the conviction that she had done all that was
possible to throw light upon a dark subject.
Lovey Mary, left alone, shed bitter tears on her clean gingham
dress. Thirteen years ought to reconcile a person even to gingham
dresses with white china buttons down the back, and round straw hats
bought at wholesale. But Lovey Mary's rebellion of spirit was
something that time only served to increase. It had started with Kate
Rider, who used to pinch her, and laugh at her, and tell the other
girls to "get on to her curves." Curves had signified something
dreadful to Lovey Mary; she would have experienced real relief could
she have known that she did not possess any. It was not Kate Rider,
however, who was causing the present tears; she had left the home two
years before, and her name was not allowed to be mentioned even in
whispers. Neither was it rebellion against the work that had cast
Lovey Mary into such depths of gloom; fourteen beds had been made,
fourteen heads had been combed, and fourteen wriggling little bodies
had been cheerfully buttoned into starchy blue ginghams exactly like
Something deeper and more mysterious was fermenting in her soul—
something that made her long passionately for the beautiful things of
life, for love and sympathy and happiness; something that made her
want to be good, yet tempted her constantly to rebel against her
environs. It was just the world-old spirit that makes the veriest
little weed struggle through a chink in the rock and reach upward
toward the sun.
"What's the matter with your hair, Lovey Mary? It looks so funny,"
asked a small girl, coming up the steps.
"If anybody asts you, tell 'em you don't know," snapped Lovey Mary.
"Well, Miss Bell says for you to come down to the office," said the
other, unabashed. "There's a lady down there—a lady and a baby. Me
and Susie peeked in. Miss Bell made the lady cry; she made her wipe
the powders off her compleshun."
"And she sent for me?" asked Lovey Mary, incredulously. Such a
ripple in the still waters of the home was sufficient to interest the
"Yes; and me and Susie's going to peek some more."
Lovey Mary dried her tears and hurried down to the office. As she
stood at the door she heard a girl's excited voice protesting and
begging, and Miss Bell's placid tones attempting to calm her. They
paused as she entered.
"Mary," said Miss Bell, "you remember Kate Rider. She has brought
her child for us to take care of for a while. Have you room for him in
As Lovey Mary looked at the gaily dressed girl on the sofa, her
animosity rekindled. It was not Kate's bold black eyes that stirred
her wrath, nor the hard red lips that recalled the taunts of other
days: it was the sight of the auburn curls gathered in tantalizing
profusion under the brim of the showy hat.
"Mary, answer my question!" said Miss Bell, sharply.
With an involuntary shudder of repugnance Lovey Mary drew her gaze
from Kate and murmured, "Yes, 'm."
"Then you can take the baby with you," continued Miss Bell,
motioning to the sleeping child. "But wait a moment. I think I will
put Jennie at the head of your division and let you have entire charge
of this little boy. He is only a year old, Kate tells me, so will need
Lovey Mary was about to protest, when Kate broke in:
"Oh, say, Miss Bell, please get some other girl! Tommy never would
like Lovey. He's just like me: if people ain't pretty, he don't have
no use for 'em."
"That will do, Kate," said Miss Bell, coldly. "It is only pity for
the child that makes me take him at all. You have forfeited all claim
upon our sympathy or patience. Mary, take the baby up-stairs and care
for him until I come."
Lovey Mary, hot with rebellion, picked him up and went out of the
room. At the door she stumbled against two little girls who were
listening at the keyhole.
Up-stairs in the long dormitory it was very quiet. The children had
been marched away to Sunday-school, and only Lovey Mary and the
sleeping baby were on the second floor. The girl sat beside the little
white bed and hated the world as far as she knew it: she hated Kate
for adding this last insult to the old score; she hated Miss Bell for
putting this new burden on her unwilling shoulders; she hated the
burden itself, lying there before her so serene and unconcerned; and
most of all she hated herself.
"I wisht I was dead!" she cried passionately. "The harder I try to
be good the meaner I get. Ever'body blames me, and ever'body makes fun
of me. Ugly old face, and ugly old hands, and straight old rat-tail
hair! It ain't no wonder that nobody loves me. I just wisht I was
The sunshine came through the window and made a big white patch on
the bare floor, but Lovey Mary sat in the shadow and disturbed the
Sunday quiet by her heavy sobbing.
At noon, when the children returned, the noise of their arrival
woke Tommy. He opened his round eyes on a strange world, and began to
cry lustily. One child after another tried to pacify him, but each
friendly advance increased his terror.
"Leave him be!" cried Lovey Mary. "Them hats is enough to skeer him
into fits." She picked him up, and with the knack born of experience
soothed and comforted him. The baby hid his face on her shoulder and
held her tight. She could feel the sobs that still shook the small
body, and his tears were on her cheek.
"Never mind," she said. "I ain't a-going to let 'em hurt you. I'm
going to take care of you. Don't cry any more. Look!"
She stretched forth her long, unshapely hand and made grotesque
snatches at the sunshine that poured in through the window. Tommy
hesitated and was lost; a smile struggled to the surface, then broke
through the tears.
"Look! He's laughing!" cried Lovey Mary, gleefully. "He's laughing
'cause I ketched a sunbeam for him!"
Then she bent impulsively and kissed the little red lips so close
to her own.
CHAPTER II. A RUNAWAY COUPLE
"Courage mounteth with occasion."
For two years Lovey Mary cared for Tommy: she bathed him and
dressed him, taught him to walk, and kissed his bumps to make them
well; she sewed for him and nursed him by day, and slept with him in
her tired arms at night. And Tommy, with the inscrutable philosophy of
childhood, accepted his little foster-mother and gave her his all.
One bright June afternoon the two were romping in the home yard
under the beech-trees. Lovey Mary lay in the grass, while Tommy threw
handfuls of leaves in her face, laughing with delight at her grimaces.
Presently the gate clicked, and some one came toward them.
"Good land! is that my kid?" said a woman's voice. "Come here, Tom,
and kiss your mother."
Lovey Mary, sitting up, found Kate Rider, in frills and ribbons,
looking with surprise at the sturdy child before her.
Tommy objected violently to this sudden overture and declined
positively to acknowledge the relationship. In fact, when Kate
attempted to pull him to her, he fled for protection to Lovey Mary and
cast belligerent glances at the intruder.
"Oh, you needn't be so scary; you might as well get used to me, for
I am going to take you home with me. I bet he's a corker, ain't he,
Lovey? He used to bawl all night. Sometimes I'd have to spank him two
or three times."
Lovey Mary clasped the child closer and looked up in dumb terror.
Was Tommy to be taken from her? Tommy to go away with Kate?
"Great Scott!" exclaimed Kate, exasperated at the girl's manner.
"You are just as ugly and foolish as you used to be. I'm going in to
see Miss Bell."
Lovey Mary waited until she was in the house, then she stole
noiselessly around to the office window. The curtain blew out across
her cheek, and the swaying lilacs seemed to be trying to count the
china buttons on her back; but she stood there with staring eyes and
parted lips, and held her breath to listen.
[Illustration with caption: "'Come here, Tom, and kiss your
"Of course," Miss Bell was saying, measuring her words with due
precision, "if you feel that you can now support your child and that
it is your duty to take him, we cannot object. There are many other
children waiting to come into the home. And yet—" Miss Bell's voice
sounded human and unnatural—"yet I wish he could stay. Have you
thought, Kate, of your responsibility toward him, of—"
"Oh! Ough!" shrieked Tommy from the playground, in tones of
Lovey Mary left her point of vantage and rushed to the rescue. She
found him emitting frenzied yells, while a tiny stream of blood
trickled down his chin.
"It was my little duck," he gasped as soon as he was able to speak.
"I was tissin' him, an' he bited me."
At thought of the base ingratitude on the part of the duck, Tommy
wailed anew. Lovey Mary led him to the hydrant and bathed the injured
lip, while she soothed his feelings. Suddenly a wave of tenderness
swept over her. She held his chubby face up to hers and said
"Tommy, do you love me?"
"Yes," said Tommy, with a reproachful eye on the duck. "Yes; I yuv
to yuv. I don't yuv to tiss, though!"
"But me, Tommy, me. Do you love me?"
"Yes," he answered gravely, "dollar an' a half."
"Whose little boy are you?"
"Yuvey's 'e boy."
Satisfied with this catechism, she put Tommy in care of another
girl and went back to her post at the window. Miss Bell was talking
"I will have him ready to-morrow afternoon when you come. His
clothes are all in good condition. I only hope, Kate, that you will
care for him as tenderly as Mary has. I am afraid he will miss her
"If he's like me, he'll forget about her in two or three days,"
answered the other voice. "It always was 'out of sight, out of mind'
Miss Bell's answer was indistinct, and in a few minutes Lovey Mary
heard the hall door close behind them. She shook her fists until the
lilacs trembled. "She sha'n't have him!" she whispered fiercely. "She
sha'n't let him grow up wicked like she is. I won't let him go. I'll
hide him, I'll—"
Suddenly she grew very still, and for a long time crouched
motionless behind the bushes. The problem that faced her had but one
solution, and Lovey Mary had found it.
The next morning when the sun climbed over the tree-tops and peered
into the dormitory windows he found that somebody else had made an
early rise. Lovey Mary was sitting by a wardrobe making her last will
and testament. From the neatly folded pile of linen she selected a few
garments and tied them into a bundle. Then she took out a cigar-box
and gravely contemplated the contents. There were two narrow hair-
ribbons which had evidently been one wide ribbon, a bit of rock
crystal, four paper dolls, a soiled picture-book with some other
little girl's name scratched out on the cover, and two shining silver
dollars. These composed Lovey Mary's worldly possessions. She tied the
money in her handkerchief and put it in her pocket, then got up softly
and slipped about among the little white beds, distributing her
"I'm mad at Susie," she whispered, pausing before a tousled head;
"I hate to give her the nicest thing I've got. But she's just crazy
The curious sun climbed yet a little higher and saw Lovey Mary go
back to her own bed, and, rolling Tommy's clothes around her own
bundle, gather the sleeping child in her arms and steal quietly out of
the room. Then the sun got too high up in the heavens to watch little
runaway orphan girls. Nobody saw her steal through the deserted
playroom, down the clean bare steps, which she had helped to wear
away, and out through the yard to the coal-shed. Here she got the
reluctant Tommy into his clothes, and tied on his little round straw
hat, so absurdly like her own.
"Is we playin' hie-spy, Yuvey?" asked the mystified youngster.
"Yes, Tommy," she whispered, "and we are going a long way to hide.
You are my little boy now, and you must love me better than anything
in the world. Say it, Tommy; say, 'I love you better 'n anybody in the
"Will I det on de rollin' honor?" asked Tommy, thinking he was
learning his golden text.
But Lovey Mary had forgotten her question. She was taking a
farewell look at the home, every nook and corner of which had suddenly
grown dear. Already she seemed a thing apart, one having no right to
its shelter and protection. She turned to where Tommy was playing with
some sticks in the corner, and bidding him not to stir or speak until
her return, she slipped back up the walk and into the kitchen. Swiftly
and quietly she made a fire in the stove and filled the kettle with
water. Then she looked about for something more she might do. On the
table lay the grocery book with a pencil attached. She thought a
moment, then wrote laboriously under the last order: "Miss Bell I will
take kere Tommy pleas don't be mad." Then she softly closed the door
A few minutes later she lifted Tommy out of the low shed window,
and hurried him down the alley and out into the early morning streets.
At the corner they took a car, and Tommy knelt by the window and
absorbed the sights with rapt attention; to him the adventure was
beginning brilliantly. Even Lovey Mary experienced a sense of
exhilaration when she paid their fare out of one of the silver
dollars. She knew the conductor was impressed, because he said, "You
better watch Buddy's hat, ma'am." That "ma'am" pleased her profoundly;
it caused her unconsciously to assume Miss Bell's tone and manner as
she conversed with the back of Tommy's head.
"We'll go out on the avenue," she said. "We'll go from house to
house till I get work. 'Most anybody would be glad to get a handy girl
that can cook and wash and sew, only—I ain't very big, and then
"Ain't that a big house?" shouted Tommy, half way out of the
"Yes; don't talk so loud. That's the court-house."
"Where they make court-plaster at?" inquired Tommy shrilly.
Lovey Mary glanced around uneasily. She hoped the old man in the
corner had not heard this benighted remark. All went well until the
car reached the terminal station. Here Tommy refused to get off. In
vain Lovey Mary coaxed and threatened.
"It'll take us right back to the home," she pleaded. "Be a good boy
and come with Lovey. I'll buy you something nice."
Tommy remained obdurate. He believed in letting well enough alone.
The joys of a street-car ride were present and tangible; "something
nice" was vague, unsatisfying.
"Don't yer little brother want to git off?" asked the conductor,
"No, sir," said Lovey Mary, trying to maintain her dignity while
she struggled with her charge. "If you please, sir, would you mind
holding his feet while I loosen his hands?"
Tommy, shrieking indignant protests, was borne from the car and
deposited on the sidewalk.
"Don't you dare get limber!" threatened Lovey Mary. "If you do I'll
spank you right here on the street. Stand up! Straighten out your
legs! Tommy! do you hear me?"
Tommy might have remained limp indefinitely had not a hurdy-gurdy
opportunely arrived on the scene. It is true that he would go only in
the direction of the music, but Lovey Mary was delighted to have him
go at all. When at last they were headed for the avenue, Tommy caused
"I want my ducky," he announced.
The words brought consternation to Lovey Mary. She had fearfully
anticipated them from the moment of leaving the home.
"I'll buy you a 'tend-like duck," she said.
"No; I want a sure-'nough ducky; I want mine."
Lovey Mary was exasperated. "Well, you can't have yours. I can't
get it for you, and you might as well hush."
His lips trembled, and two large tears rolled down his round
cheeks. When he was injured he was irresistible. Lovey Mary promptly
"Don't cry, baby boy! Lovey'll get you one someway."
For some time the quest of the duck was fruitless. The stores they
entered were wholesale houses for the most part, where men were
rolling barrels about or stacking skins and hides on the sidewalk.
"Do you know what sort of a store they sell ducks at?" asked Lovey
Mary of a colored man who was sweeping out an office.
"Ducks!" repeated the negro, grinning at the queerly dressed
children in their round straw hats. "Name o' de Lawd! What do you all
want wif ducks?"
Lovey Mary explained.
"Wouldn't a kitten do jes as well?" he asked kindly.
"I want my ducky," whined Tommy, showing signs of returning storm.
"I don' see no way 'cept'n' gwine to de mahket. Efen you tek de cah
you kin ride plumb down dere."
Recent experience had taught Lovey Mary to be wary of street-cars,
so they walked. At the market they found some ducks. The desired
objects were hanging in a bunch with their limp heads tied together.
Further inquiry, however, discovered some live ones in a coop.
"They're all mama ducks," objected Tommy. "I want a baby ducky. I
want my little ducky!"
When he found he could do no better, he decided to take one of the
large ones. Then he said he was hungry, so he and Mary took turn about
holding it while the other ate "po' man's pickle" and wienerwurst.
It was two o'clock by the time they reached the avenue, and by four
they were foot-sore and weary, but they trudged bravely along from
house to house asking for work. As dusk came on, the houses, which a
few squares back had been tall and imposing, seemed to be getting
smaller and more insignificant. Lovey Mary felt secure as long as she
was on the avenue. She did not know that the avenue extended for many
miles and that she had reached the frayed and ragged end of it. She
and Tommy passed under a bridge, and after that the houses all seemed
to behave queerly. Some faced one way, some another, and crisscross
between them, in front of them, and behind them ran a network of
"What's the name of this street?" asked Lovey Mary of a small,
bare- footed girl.
"'T ain't no street," answered the little girl, gazing with
undisguised amazement at the strange-looking couple; "this here is the
[Illustration: "'T ain't no street...; this here is the Cabbage
CHAPTER III. THE HAZY HOUSEHOLD
"Here sovereign Dirt erects her sable throne,
The house, the host, the hostess all her own."
Miss Hazy was the submerged tenth of the Cabbage Patch. The
submersion was mainly one of dirt and disorder, but Miss Hazy was such
a meek, inefficient little body that the Cabbage Patch withheld its
blame and patiently tried to furnish a prop for the clinging vine.
Miss Hazy, it is true, had Chris; but Chris was unstable, not only
because he had lost one leg, but also because he was the wildest,
noisiest, most thoughtless youngster that ever shied a rock at a
lamp-post. Miss Hazy had "raised" Chris, and the neighbors had raised
When Lovey Mary stumbled over the Hazy threshold with the sleeping
Tommy and the duck in her arms, Miss Hazy fluttered about in dismay.
She pushed the flour-sifter farther over on the bed and made a place
for Tommy, then she got a chair for the exhausted girl and hovered
about her with little chirps of consternation.
"Dear sakes! You're done tuckered out, ain't you? You an' the baby
got losted? Ain't that too bad! Must I make you some tea? Only there
ain't no fire in the stove. Dear me! what ever will I do? Jes wait a
minute; I'll have to go ast Mis' Wiggs."
In a few minutes Miss Hazy returned. With her was a bright-faced
little woman whose smile seemed to thaw out the frozen places in Lovey
Mary's heart and make her burst into tears on the motherly bosom.
"There now, there," said Mrs. Wiggs, hugging the girl up close and
patting her on the back; "there ain't no hole so deep can't somebody
pull you out. An' here's me an' Miss Hazy jes waitin' to give you a
There was something so heartsome in her manner that Lovey Mary
dried her eyes and attempted to explain. "I'm tryin' to get a place,"
she began, "but nobody wants to take Tommy too. I can't carry him any
further, and I don't know where to go, and it's 'most night—" again
the sobs choked her.
"Lawsee!" said Mrs. Wiggs, "don't you let that worry you! I can't
take you home, 'cause Asia an' Australia an' Europeny are sleepin' in
one bed as it is; but you kin git right in here with Miss Hazy, can't
she, Miss Hazy?"
The hostess, to whom Mrs. Wiggs was an oracle, acquiesced heartily.
"All right: that's fixed. Now I'll go home an' send you all over
some nice, hot supper by Billy, an' to-morrow mornin' will be time
enough to think things out."
Lovey Mary, too exhausted to mind the dirt, ate her supper off a
broken plate, then climbed over behind Tommy and the flour-sifter, and
was soon fast asleep.
The business meeting next morning "to think things out" resulted
satisfactorily. At first Mrs. Wiggs was inclined to ask questions and
find out where the children came from, but when she saw Lovey Mary's
evident distress and embarrassment, she accepted the statement that
they were orphans and that the girl was seeking work in order to take
care of herself and the boy. It had come to be an unwritten law in the
Cabbage Patch that as few questions as possible should be asked of
strangers. People had come there before who could not give clear
accounts of themselves.
"Now I'll tell you what I think'll be best," said Mrs. Wiggs, who
enjoyed untangling snarls. "Asia kin take Mary up to the fact'ry with
her to-morrow, an' see if she kin git her a job. I 'spect she kin,
'cause she stands right in with the lady boss. Miss Hazy, me an' you
kin keep a' eye on the baby between us. If Mary gits a place she kin
pay you so much a week, an' that'll help us all out, 'cause then we
won't have to send in so many outside victuals. If she could make
three dollars an' Chris three, you all could git along right peart."
Lovey Mary stayed in the house most of the day. She was almost
afraid to look out of the little window, for fear she should see Miss
Bell or Kate Rider coming. She sat in the only chair that had a bottom
and diligently worked buttonholes for Miss Hazy.
"Looks like there ain't never no time to clean up," said Miss Hazy,
apologetically, as she shoved Chris's Sunday clothes and a can of
coal-oil behind the door.
Lovey Mary looked about her and sighed deeply. The room was brimful
and spilling over: trash, tin cans, and bottles overflowed the window-
sills; a crippled rocking-chair, with a faded quilt over it, stood
before the stove, in the open oven of which Chris's shoe was drying;
an old sewing-machine stood in the middle of the floor, with Miss
Hazy's sewing on one end of it and the uncleared dinner-dishes on the
Mary could not see under the bed, but she knew from the day's
experience that it was used as a combination store-room and wardrobe.
She thought of the home with its bare, clean rooms and its spotless
floors. She rose abruptly and went out to the rear of the house, where
Tommy was playing with Europena Wiggs. They were absorbed in trying to
hitch the duck to a spool-box, and paid little attention to her.
"Tommy," she said, clutching his arm, "don't you want to go back?"
But Tommy had tasted freedom; he had had one blissful day unwashed,
uncombed, and uncorrected.
"No," he declared stoutly; "I'm doin' to stay to this house and
play wiv You're-a-peanut."
"Then," said Mary, with deep resignation, "the only thing for me to
do is to try to clean things up."
When she went back into the house she untied her bundle and took
out the remaining dollar.
"I'll be back soon," she said to Miss Hazy as she stepped over a
basket of potatoes. "I'm just going over to Mrs. Wiggs's a minute."
She found her neighbor alone, getting supper. "Please, ma'am,"—she
plunged into her subject at once,—"have any of your girls a dress for
sale? I've got a dollar to buy it."
Mrs. Wiggs turned the girl around and surveyed her critically.
"Well, I don't know as I blame you fer wantin' to git shut of that
one. There ain't more 'n room enough fer one leg in that skirt, let
alone two. An' what was the sense in them big shiny buttons?"
"I don't know as it makes much difference," said Lovey Mary,
disconsolately; "I'm so ugly, nothing could make me look nice."
Mrs. Wiggs shook her by the shoulders good-naturedly. "Now, here,"
she said, "don't you go an' git sorry fer yerself! That's one thing I
can't stand in nobody. There's always lots of other folks you kin be
sorry fer 'stid of yerself. Ain't you proud you ain't got a harelip?
Why, that one thought is enough to keep me from ever gittin' sorry fer
Mary laughed, and Mrs. Wiggs clapped her hands. "That's what yer
face needs—smiles! I never see anything make such a difference. But
now about the dress. Yes, indeed, Asia has got dresses to give 'way.
She gits 'em from Mrs. Reddin'; her husband is Mr. Bob, Billy's boss.
He's a newspaper editress an' rich as cream. Mrs. Reddin' is a fallen
angel, if there ever was one on this earth. She sends all sorts of
clothes to Asia, an' I warm 'em over an' boil 'em down till they're
"Asia Minor!" she called to a girl who was coming in the door,
"this here is Mary—Lovey Mary she calls herself, Miss Hazy's boarder.
Have you got a dress you could give her?"
"I'm going to buy it," said Mary, immediately on the defensive. She
did not want them to think for a moment that she was begging. She
would show them that she had money, that she was just as good as they
"Well, maw," the other girl was saying in a drawling voice as she
looked earnestly at Lovey Mary, "seems to me she'd look purtiest in my
red dress. Her hair's so nice an' black an' her teeth so white, I 'low
the red would look best."
Mrs. Wiggs gazed at her daughter with adoring eyes. "Ain't that the
artis' stickin' out through her? Couldn't you tell she handles paints?
Up at the fact'ry she's got a fine job, paints flowers an' wreaths on
to bath-tubs. Yes, indeed, this here red one is what you must have.
Keep your dollar, child; the dress never cost us a cent. Here's a
nubia, too, you kin have; it'll look better than that little hat you
had on last night. That little hat worried me; it looked like the
stopper was too little fer the bottle. There now, take the things
right home with you, an' tomorrow you an' Asia kin start off in
Lovey Mary, flushed with the intoxication of her first compliment,
went back and tried on the dress. Miss Hazy got so interested that she
forgot to get supper.
"You look so nice I never would 'a' knowed you in the world!" she
declared. "You don't look picked, like you did in that other dress."
"That Wiggs girl said I looked nice in red," said Lovey Mary
"You do, too," said Miss Hazy; "it keeps you from lookin' so
corpsey. I wisht you'd do somethin' with yer hair, though; it puts me
in mind of snakes in them long black plaits."
All Lovey Mary needed was encouragement. She puffed her hair at the
top and sides and tucked it up in the latest fashion. Tommy, coming in
at the door, did not recognize her. She laughed delightedly.
"Do I look so different?"
"I should say you do," said Miss Hazy, admiringly, as she spread a
newspaper for a table-cloth. "I never seen no one answer to primpin'
like you do."
[Illustration: "She puffed her hair at the top and sides."]
When it was quite dark Lovey Mary rolled something in a bundle and
crept out of the house. After glancing cautiously up and down the
tracks she made her way to the pond on the commons and dropped her
bundle into the shallow water.
Next day, when Mrs. Schultz's goat died of convulsions, nobody knew
it was due to the china buttons on Lovey Mary's gingham dress.
CHAPTER IV. AN ACCIDENT AND AN
"Our deeds still travel with us from afar,
And what we have been makes us what we are."
Through the assistance of Asia Wiggs, Lovey Mary secured pleasant
and profitable work at the factory; but her mind was not at peace. Of
course it was a joy to wear the red dress and arrange her hair a
different way each morning, but there was a queer, restless little
feeling in her heart that spoiled even the satisfaction of looking
like other girls and earning three dollars a week. The very fact that
nobody took her to task, that nobody scolded or blamed her, caused her
to ask herself disturbing questions. Secret perplexity had the same
effect upon her that it has upon many who are older and wiser: it made
Two days after she started to work, Asia, coming down from the
decorating-room for lunch, found her in fiery dispute with a red-
haired girl. There had been an accident in front of the factory, and
the details were under discussion.
"Well, I know all about it," declared the red-haired girl,
excitedly, "'cause my sister was the first one that got to her."
"Is your sister a nigger named Jim Brown?" asked Lovey Mary,
derisively. "Ever'body says he was the first one got there."
"Was there blood on her head?" asked Asia, trying to stem the tide
"Yes, indeed," said the first speaker; "on her head an' on her
hands, too. I hanged on the steps when they was puttin' her in the
ambalance- wagon, an' she never knowed a bloomin' thing!"
"Why didn't you go on with them to the hospital!" asked Lovey Mary.
"I don't see how the doctors could get along without you."
"Oh, you're just mad 'cause you didn't see her. She was awful
pretty! Had on a black hat with a white feather in it, but it got in
the mud. They say she had a letter in her pocket with her name on it."
"I thought maybe she come to long enough to tell you her name,"
teased her tormentor.
"Well, I do know it, Smarty," retorted the other, sharply: "it's
Miss Kate Rider."
Meanwhile in the Cabbage Patch Miss Hazy and Mrs. Wiggs were
holding a consultation over the fence.
"She come over to my house first," Mrs. Wiggs was saying,
dramatically illustrating her remarks with two tin cans. "This is me
here, an' I looks up an' seen the old lady standin' over there. She
put me in mind of a graven image. She had on a sorter gray mournin',
didn't she, Miss Hazy?"
"Yes, 'm; that was the way it struck me. Bein' gray, I 'lowed it
was fer some one she didn't keer fer pertickler."
"An' gent's cuffs," continued Mrs. Wiggs; "I noticed them right
off. ''Scuse me,' says she, snappin' her mouth open an' shut like a
trap— ''scuse me, but have you seen anything of two strange children
in this neighborhood?' I th'owed my apron over Lovey Mary's hat, that
I was trimmin'. I wasn't goin' to tell till I found out what that
widder woman was after. But before I was called upon to answer, Tommy
come tearin' round the house chasin' Cusmoodle."
"Cusmoodle, the duck. I named it this mornin'. Well, when the lady
seen Tommy she started up, then she set down ag'in, holdin' her skirts
up all the time to keep 'em from techin' the floor. 'How'd they git
here?' she ast, so relieved-like that I thought she must be kin to
'em. So I up an' told her all I knew. I told her if she wanted to find
out anything about us she could ast Mrs. Reddin' over at Terrace Park.
'Mrs. Robert Reddin'?' says she, lookin' dumfounded. 'Yes,' says I,
'the finest lady, rich or poor, in Kentucky, unless it's her husband.'
Then she went on an' ast me goin' on a hunderd questions 'bout all of
us an' all of you all, an' 'bout the factory. She even ast me where we
got our water at, an' if you kept yer house healthy. I told her Lovey
Mary had made Chris carry out more 'n a wheelbarrow full of dirt ever'
night since she had been here, an' I guess it would be healthy by the
time she got through."
[Illustration: "'She took on mighty few airs fer a person in
Miss Hazy moved uneasily. "I told her I couldn't clean up much
'count of the rheumatism, an' phthisic, an' these here dizzy spells—"
"I bet she didn't git a chance to talk much if you got started on
your symptims," interrupted Mrs. Wiggs.
"Didn't you think she was a' awful haughty talker?"
'No, indeed. She took on mighty few airs fer a person in mournin'.
When she riz to go, she says, real kind fer such a stern-faced woman,
'Do the childern seem well an' happy?' 'Yes, 'm; they're well, all
right,' says I. 'Tommy he's like a colt what's been stabled up all
winter an' is let out fer the first time. As fer Mary,' I says, 'she
seems kinder low in her mind, looks awful pestered most of the time.'
'It won't hurt her,' says the lady. 'Keep a' eye on 'em,' says she,
puttin' some money in my hand,' an' if you need any more, I'll leave
it with Mrs. Reddin'.' Then she cautioned me pertickler not to say
nothin' 'bout her havin' been here."
"She told me not to tell, too," said Miss Hazy; "but I don't know
what we're goin' to say to Mrs. Schultz. She 'most sprained her back
tryin' to see who it was, an' Mrs. Eichorn come over twicet
pertendin'-like she wanted to borrow a corkscrew driver."
"Tell 'em she was a newfangled agent," said Mrs. Wiggs, with
unblushing mendacity—"a' agent fer shoestrings."
CHAPTER V. THE DAWN OF A ROMANCE
"There is in the worst of fortunes
The best of chances for a happy change."
"Good land! you all're so clean in here I'm feared of ketchin' the
Mrs. Wiggs stood in Miss Hazy's kitchen and smiled approval at the
"Well, now, I don't think it's right healthy," complained Miss
Hazy, who was sitting at the machine, with her feet on a soap-box; "so
much water sloppin' round is mighty apt to give a person a cold. But
Lovey Mary says she can't stand it no other way. She's mighty set,
"Yes, an' that's jes what you need, Miss Hazy. You never was set
'bout nothin' in yer life. Lovey Mary's jes took you an' the house an'
ever'thing in hand, an' in four weeks got you all to livin' like white
folks. I ain't claimin' she ain't sharp-tongued; I 'low she's sassed
'bout ever'body in the Patch but me by now. But she's good, an' she's
smart, an' some of her sharp corners'll git pecked off afore her hair
grows much longer."
"Oh, mercy me! here she comes now to git her lunch," said Miss
Hazy, with chagrin. "I ain't got a thing fixed."
"You go on an' sew; I'll mess up a little somethin' fer her. She'll
stop, anyway, to talk to Tommy. Did you ever see anything to equal the
way she takes on 'bout that child? She jes natchally analyzes him."
Lovey Mary, however, did not stop as usual to play with Tommy. She
came straight to the kitchen and sat down on the door-step, looking
worried and preoccupied.
"How comes it you ain't singin'?" asked Mrs. Wiggs. "If I had a
voice like yourn, folks would have to stop up their years with cotton.
I jes find myself watchin' fer you to come home, so's I can hear you
singin' them pretty duets round the house."
Lovey Mary smiled faintly; for a month past she had been
unconsciously striving to live up to Mrs. Wiggs's opinion of her, and
the constant praise and commendation of that "courageous captain of
compliment" had moved her to herculean effort.
But a sudden catastrophe threatened her. She sat on the door-step,
white and miserable. Held tight in the hand that was thrust in her
pocket was a letter; it was a blue letter addressed to Miss Hazy in
large, dashing characters. Lovey Mary had got it from the postman as
she went out in the morning; for five hours she had been racked with
doubt concerning it. She felt that it could refer but to one subject,
and that was herself. Perhaps Miss Bell had discovered her hiding-
place, or, worse still, perhaps Kate Rider had seen her at the factory
and was writing for Tommy. Lovey Mary crushed the letter in her hand;
she would not give it to Miss Hazy. She would outwit Kate again.
"All right, honey," called Mrs. Wiggs; "here you are. 'T ain't much
of a lunch, but it'll fill up the gaps. Me an' Miss Hazy jes been
talkin' 'bout you."
Lovey Mary glanced up furtively. Could they have suspected
[Illustration: "She sat on the door-step, white and miserable."]
"Didn't yer years sorter burn! We was speakin' of the way you'd
slicked things up round here. I was a-sayin' even if you was a sorter
repeatin'-rifle when it come to answerin' back, you was a good, nice
Lovey Mary smoothed out the crumpled letter in her pocket. "I'm
'fraid I ain't as good as you make me out," she said despondently.
"Oh, yes, she is," said Miss Hazy, with unusual animation; "she's a
rale good girl, when she ain't sassy."
This unexpected praise was too much for Lovey Mary. She snatched
the letter from her pocket and threw it on the table, not daring to
trust her good impulse to last beyond the minute.
"'Miss Marietta Hazy, South Avenue and Railroad Crossing,'" read
Mrs. Wiggs, in amazement.
"Oh, surely it ain't got me on the back of it!" cried Miss Hazy,
rising hurriedly from the machine and peering over her glasses. "You
open it, Mis' Wiggs; I ain't got the nerve to."
With chattering teeth and trembling hands Lovey Mary sat before her
untasted food. She could hear Tommy's laughter through the open
window, and the sound brought tears to her eyes. But Mrs. Wiggs's
voice recalled her, and she nerved herself for the worst.
"DEAR MISS [Mrs. Wiggs read from the large type-written sheet
before her]: Why not study the planets and the heavens therein? In
casting your future, I find that thou wilt have an active and
succesful year for business, but beware of the law. You are prudent
and amiable and have a lively emagination. You will have many
ennemies; but fear not, for in love you will be faitful and sincer,
and are fitted well fer married life."
"They surely ain't meanin' me?" asked Miss Hazy, in great
"Yes, ma'am," said Mrs. Wiggs, emphatically; "it's you,
plain as day. Let's go on:
"Your star fortells you a great many lucky events. You are destined
to a brilliant success, but you will have to earn it by good conduct.
Let wise men lead you. Your mildness against the wretched will bring
you the friendship of everbody. Enclosed you will find a spirit
picture of your future pardner. If you will send twenty-five cents
with the enclosed card, which you will fill out, we will put you in
direct correspondance with the gentleman, and the degree ordained by
the planets will thus be fulfilled. Please show this circuler to your
friends, and oblige
As the reading proceeded, Lovey Mary's fears gradually diminished,
and with a sigh of relief she applied herself to her lunch. But if the
letter had proved of no consequence to her, such was not the case with
the two women standing at the window. Miss Hazy was re-reading the
letter, vainly trying to master the contents.
"Mary," she said, "git up an' see if you can find my other pair of
lookin'-glasses. Seems like I can't git the sense of it."
Mrs. Wiggs meanwhile was excitedly commenting on the charms of the
"My, but he's siylish! Looks fer all the world like a' insurance
agent. Looks like he might be a little tall to his size, but I like
statute men better 'n dumpy ones. I bet he's got a lot of nice
manners. Ain't his smile pleasant!"
Miss Hazy seized the small picture with trembling fingers. "I don't
seem to git on to what it's all about, Mis' Wiggs. Ain't they made a
mistake or somethin'?"
"No, indeed; there's no mistake at all," declared Mrs. Wiggs. "Yer
name's on the back, an' it's meant fer you. Someway yer name's got out
as bein' single an' needin' takin' keer of, an' I reckon this here
'strologer, or conjurer, or whatever he is, seen yer good fortune in
the stars an' jes wanted to let you know 'bout it."
"Does he want to get married with her?" asked Lovey Mary, beginning
to realize the grave importance of the subject under discussion.
"Well, it may lead to that," answered Mrs. Wiggs, hopefully. Surely
only a beneficent Providence could have offered such an unexpected
solution to the problem of Miss Hazy's future.
Miss Hazy herself uttered faint protests and expostulations, but in
spite of herself she was becoming influenced by Mrs. Wiggs's
"Oh, shoo!" she repeated again and again. "I ain't never had no
thought of marryin'."
"Course you ain't," said Mrs. Wiggs. "Good enough reason: you ain't
had a show before. Seems to me you'd be flyin' straight in the face of
Providence to refuse a stylish, sweet-smilin' man like that."
"He is fine-lookin'," acknowledged Miss Hazy, trying not to appear
too pleased; "only I wisht his years didn't stick out so much."
Mrs. Wiggs was exasperated.
"Lawsee! Miss Hazy, what do you think he'll think of yer figger?
Have you got so much to brag on, that you kin go to pickin' him to
pieces? Do you suppose I'd 'a' dared to judge Mr. Wiggs that away?
Why, Mr. Wiggs's nose was as long as a clothespin; but I would no more
'a' thought of his nose without him than I would 'a' thought of him
without the nose."
"Well, what do you think I'd orter do 'bout it?" asked Miss Hazy.
"I ain't quite made up my mind," said her mentor. "I'll talk it
over with the neighbors. But I 'spect, if we kin skeer up a quarter,
that you'll answer by the mornin's mail."
That night Lovey Mary sat in her little attic room and held Tommy
close to her hungry heart. All day she worked with the thought of
coming back to him at night; but with night came the dustman, and in
spite of her games and stories Tommy's blue eyes would get full of the
sleep-dust. Tonight, however, he was awake and talkative.
"Ain't I dot no muvver?" he asked.
"No," said Lovey Mary, after a pause.
"Didn't I never had no muvver?"
Lovey Mary sat him up in her lap and looked into his round,
inquiring eyes. Her very love for him hardened her heart against the
one who had wronged him.
"Yes, darling, you had a mother once, but she was a bad mother, a
mean, bad, wicked mother. I hate her—hate her!" Lovey Mary's voice
broke in a sob.
"Ma—ry; aw, Ma—ry!" called Miss Hazy up the stairs. "You'll have
to come down here to Chris. He's went to sleep with all his clothes on
'crost my bed, an' I can't git him up."
Lovey Mary tucked Tommy under the cover and went to Miss Hazy's
"One night I had to set up all night 'cause he wouldn't git up,"
complained Miss Hazy, in hopelessly injured tones.
Lovey Mary wasted no time in idle coaxing. She seized a broom and
rapped the sleeper sharply on the legs. His peg-stick was insensible
to this insult, but one leg kicked a feeble protest. In vain Lovey
Mary tried violent measures; Chris simply shifted his position and
slumbered on. Finally she resorted to strategy:
"Listen, Miss Hazy! Ain't that the fire-engine?"
In a moment Chris was hanging half out of the window, demanding,
"You great big lazy boy!" scolded Lovey Mary, as she put Miss
Hazy's bed in order. "I'll get you to behaving mighty different if I
stay here long enough. What's this?" she added, pulling something from
under Miss Hazy's pillow.
"Oh, it ain't nothin'," cried Miss Hazy, reaching for it eagerly.
But Lovey Mary had recognized the "spirit picture."
CHAPTER VI. THE LOSING OF MR.
"Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove."
If the Cabbage Patch had pinned its faith upon the efficiency of
the matrimonial agency in regard to the disposal of Miss Hazy, it was
doomed to disappointment. The events that led up to the final
catastrophe were unique in that they cast no shadows before.
[Illustration: "Mrs. Wiggs took pictures from her walls and chairs
from her parlor to beautify the house of Hazy."]
Miss Hazy's letters, dictated by Mrs. Wiggs and penned by Lovey
Mary, were promptly and satisfactorily answered. The original of the
spirit picture proved to be one Mr. Stubbins, "a prominent citizen of
Bagdad Junction who desired to marry some one in the city. The lady
must be of good character and without incumbrances." "That's all
right," Mrs. Wiggs had declared; "you needn't have no incumbrances. If
he'll take keer of you, we'll all look after Chris."
The wooing had been ideally simple. Mr. Stubbins, with the
impetuosity of a new lover, demanded an early meeting. It was a
critical time, and the Cabbage Patch realized the necessity of making
the first impression a favorable one. Mrs. Wiggs took pictures from
her walls and chairs from her parlor to beautify the house of Hazy.
Old Mrs. Schultz, who was confined to her bed, sent over her black
silk dress for Miss Hazy to wear. Mrs. Eichorn, with deep insight into
the nature of man, gave a pound-cake and a pumpkin-pie. Lovey Mary
scrubbed, and dusted, and cleaned, and superintended the toilet of the
The important day had arrived, and with it Mr. Stubbins. To the
many eyes that surveyed him from behind shutters and half-open doors
he was something of a disappointment. Mrs. Wiggs's rosy anticipations
had invested him with the charms of an Apollo, while Mr. Stubbins, in
reality, was far from godlike. "My land! he's lanker 'n a bean-pole,"
exclaimed Mrs. Eichorn, in disgust. But then Mrs. Eichorn weighed two
hundred, and her judgment was warped. Taking everything into
consideration, the prospects had been most flattering. Mr. Stubbins,
sitting in Mrs. Wiggs's most comfortable chair, with a large slice of
pumpkin-pie in his hand, and with Miss Hazy opposite arrayed in Mrs.
Schultz's black silk, had declared himself ready to marry at once. And
Mrs. Wiggs, believing that a groom in the hand is worth two in the
bush, promptly precipitated the courtship into a wedding.
[Illustration: "Mr. Stubbins, sitting in Mrs. Wiggs's most
comfortable chair, with a large slice of pumpkin-pie in his hand"]
The affair proved the sensation of the hour, and "Miss Hazy's
husband" was the cynosure of all eyes. For one brief week the
honeymoon shed its beguiling light on the neighborhood, then it
suffered a sudden and ignominious eclipse.
The groom got drunk.
Mary was clearing away the supper-dishes when she was startled by a
cry from Miss Hazy:
"My sakes! Lovey Mary! Look at Mr. Stubbins a-comin' up the street!
Do you s'pose he's had a stroke?"
Lovey Mary ran to the window and beheld the "prominent citizen of
Bagdad Junction" in a state of unmistakable intoxication. He was
bareheaded and hilarious, and used the fence as a life-preserver. Miss
Hazy wrung her hands and wept.
"Oh, what'll I do?" she wailed. "I do b'lieve he's had somethin' to
drink. I ain't goin' to stay an' meet him, Mary; I'm goin' to hide. I
always was skeered of drunken men."
"I'm not," said Mary, stoutly. "You go on up in my room and lock
the door; I'm going to stay here and keep him from messing up this
kitchen. I want to tell him what I think of him, anyhow. I just hate
that man! I believe you do, too, Miss Hazy."
Miss Hazy wept afresh. "Well, he ain't my kind, Mary. I know I'd
hadn't orter marry him, but it 'pears like ever' woman sorter wants to
try gittin' married oncet anyways. I never would 'a' done it, though,
if Mrs. Wiggs hadn't 'a' sicked me on."
By this time Mr. Stubbins had reached the yard, and Miss Hazy fled.
Lovey Mary barricaded Tommy in a corner with his playthings and met
the delinquent at the door. Her eyes blazed and her cheeks were
aflame. This modern David had no stones and sling to slay her Goliath;
she had only a vocabulary full of stinging words which she hurled
forth with indignation and scorn. Mr. Stubbins had evidently been
abused before, for he paid no attention to the girl's wrath. He passed
jauntily to the stove and tried to pour a cup of coffee; the hot
liquid missed the cup and streamed over his wrist and hand. Howling
with pain and swearing vociferously, he flung the coffee-pot out of
the window, kicked a chair across the room, then turned upon Tommy,
who was adding shrieks of terror to the general uproar. "Stop that
infernal yelling!" he cried savagely, as he struck the child full in
the face with his heavy hand.
Lovey Mary sprang forward and seized the poker. All the passion of
her wild little nature was roused. She stole up behind him as he knelt
before Tommy, and lifted the poker to strike. A pair of terrified blue
eyes arrested her. Tommy forgot to cry, in sheer amazement at what she
was about to do. Ashamed of herself, she threw the poker aside, and
taking advantage of Mr. Stubbins's crouching position, she thrust him
suddenly backward into the closet. The manoeuver was a brilliant one,
for while Mr. Stubbins was unsteadily separating himself from the
debris into which he had been cast, Lovey Mary slammed the door and
locked it. Then she picked up Tommy and fled out of the house and
across the yard.
Mrs. Wiggs was sitting on her back porch pretending to knit, but in
truth absorbed in a wild game of tag which the children were having on
the commons. "That's right," she was calling excitedly—"that's right,
Chris Hazy! You kin ketch as good as any of 'em, even if you have got
a peg-stick." But when she caught sight of Mary's white, distressed
face and Tommy's streaming eyes, she dropped her work and held out her
arms. When Mary had finished her story Mrs. Wiggs burst forth:
"An' to think I run her up ag'in' this! Ain't men deceivin'? Now
I'd 'a' risked Mr. Stubbins myself fer the askin'. It's true he was a
widower, an' ma uster allays say, 'Don't fool with widowers, grass nor
sod.' But Mr. Stubbins was so slick-tongued! He told me yesterday he
had to take liquor sometime fer his war enjury."
"But, Mrs. Wiggs, what must we do?" asked Lovey Mary, too absorbed
in the present to be interested in the past.
"Do? Why, we got to git Miss Hazy out of this here hole. It ain't
no use consultin' her; I allays have said talkin' to Miss Hazy was
like pullin' out bastin'-threads: you jes take out what you put in. Me
an' you has got to think out a plan right here an' now, then go to
work an' carry it out."
"Couldn't we get the agency to take him back?" suggested Mary.
"No, indeed; they couldn't afford to do that. Lemme see, lemme
see—" For five minutes Mrs. Wiggs rocked meditatively, soothing Tommy
to sleep as she rocked. When she again spoke it was with inspiration:
"I've got it! It looks sometime, Lovey Mary, 's if I'd sorter
caught some of Mr. Wiggs's brains in thinkin' things out. They ain't
but one thing to do with Miss Hazy's husband, an' we'll do it this
"What, Mrs. Wiggs? What is it?" asked Lovey Mary, eagerly.
"Why, to lose him, of course! We'll wait till Mr. Stubbins is dead
asleep; you know men allays have to sleep off a jag like this. I've
seen Mr. Wiggs—I mean I've heared 'em say so many a time. Well, when
Mr. Stubbins is sound asleep, you an' me an' Billy will drag him out
to the railroad."
Mrs. Wiggs's voice had sunk to a hoarse whisper, and her eyes
looked fierce in the twilight.
Lovey Mary shuddered.
"You ain't going to let the train run over him, are you?" she
"Lor', child, I ain't a 'sassinator! No; we'll wait till the
midnight freight comes along, an' when it stops fer water, we'll h'ist
Mr. Stubbins into one of them empty cars. The train goes 'way out West
somewheres, an' by the time Mr. Stubbins wakes up, he'll be so far
away from home he won't have no money to git back."
"What'll Miss Hazy say?" asked Mary, giggling in nervous
"Miss Hazy ain't got a thing to do with it," replied Mrs. Wiggs
At midnight, by the dark of the moon, the unconscious groom was
borne out of the Hazy cottage. Mrs. Wiggs carried his head, while
Billy Wiggs and Mary and Asia and Chris officiated at his arms and
legs. The bride surveyed the scene from the chinks of the upstairs
Silently the little group waited until the lumbering freight train
slowed up to take water, then with a concerted effort they lifted the
heavy burden into an empty car. As they shrank back into the shadow,
Billy whispered to Lovey Mary:
"Say, what was that you put 'longside of him?"
Mary looked shamefaced.
"It was just a little lunch-dinner," she said apologetically; "it
seemed sorter mean to send him off without anything to eat."
"Gee!" said Billy. "You're a cur'us girl!"
The engine whistled, and the train moved thunderously away, bearing
an unconscious passenger, who, as far as the Cabbage Patch was
concerned, was henceforth submerged in the darkness of oblivion.
CHAPTER VII. NEIGHBORLY ADVICE
"It's a poor business looking at the sun with a cloudy face."
The long, hot summer days that followed were full of trials for
Lovey Mary. Day after day the great unwinking sun glared savagely down
upon the Cabbage Patch, upon the stagnant pond, upon the gleaming
rails, upon the puffing trains that pounded by hour after hour. Each
morning found Lovey Mary trudging away to the factory, where she stood
all day counting and sorting and packing tiles. At night she climbed
wearily to her little room under the roof, and tried to sleep with a
wet cloth over her face to keep her from smelling the stifling car
But it was not the heat and discomfort alone that made her cheeks
thin and her eyes sad and listless: it was the burden on her
conscience, which seemed to be growing heavier all the time. One
morning Mrs. Wiggs took her to task for her gloomy countenance. They
met at the pump, and, while the former's bucket was being filled,
Lovey Mary leaned against a lamp-post and waited in a dejected
"What's the matter with you?" asked Mrs. Wiggs. "What you lookin'
so wilted about?"
Lovey Mary dug her shoe into the ground and said nothing. Many a
time had she been tempted to pour forth her story to this friendly
mentor, but the fear of discovery and her hatred of Kate deterred her.
Mrs. Wiggs eyed her keenly. "Pesterin' about somethin'?" she asked.
"Yes, 'm," said Lovey Mary, in a low tone.
"Somethin' that's already did?"
"Yes, 'm"—still lower.
"Did you think you was actin' fer the best?"
The girl lifted a pair of honest gray eyes. "Yes, ma'am, I did."
"I bet you did!" said Mrs. Wiggs, heartily. "You ain't got a
deceivin' bone in yer body. Now what you want to do is to brace up yer
sperrits. The decidin'-time was the time fer worryin'. You've did what
you thought was best; now you want to stop thinkin' 'bout it. You
don't want to go round turnin' folks' thoughts sour jes to look at
you. Most girls that had white teeth like you would be smilin' to show
'em, if fer nothin' else."
"I wisht I was like you," said Lovey Mary.
"Don't take it out in wishin'. If you want to be cheerful, jes set
yer mind on it an' do it. Can't none of us help what traits we start
out in life with, but we kin help what we end up with. When things
first got to goin' wrong with me, I says: 'O Lord, whatever comes,
keep me from gittin' sour!' It wasn't fer my own sake I ast it,—some
people 'pears to enjoy bein' low-sperrited,—it was fer the childern
an' Mr. Wiggs. Since then I've made it a practice to put all my
worries down in the bottom of my heart, then set on the lid an'
"But you think ever'body's nice and good," complained Lovey Mary.
"You never see all the meanness I do."
"Don't I? I been watchin' old man Rothchild fer goin' on eleven
year', tryin' to see some good in him, an' I never found it till the
other day when I seen him puttin' a splint on Cusmoodle's broken leg.
He's the savagest man I know, yit he keered fer that duck as tender as
a woman. But it ain't jes seein' the good in folks an' sayin' nice
things when you're feelin' good. The way to git cheerful is to smile
when you feel bad, to think about somebody else's headache when yer
own is 'most bustin', to keep on believin' the sun is a-shinin' when
the clouds is thick enough to cut. Nothin' helps you to it like
thinkin' more 'bout other folks than about yerself."
"I think 'bout Tommy first," said Lovey Mary.
"Yes, you certainly do yer part by him. If my childern wore
stockin's an' got as many holes in 'em as he does, I'd work
buttonholes in 'em at the start fer the toes to come through. But even
Tommy wants somethin' besides darns. Why don't you let him go barefoot
on Sundays, too, an' take the time you been mendin' fer him to play
with him? I want to see them pretty smiles come back in yer face
In a subsequent conversation with Miss Hazy, Mrs. Wiggs took a more
serious view of Lovey Mary's depression.
"She jes makes me wanter cry, she's so subdued-like. I never see
anybody change so in my life. It 'u'd jes be a relief to hear her sass
some of us like she uster. She told me she never had nobody make over
her like we all did, an' it sorter made her 'shamed. Lawsee! if
kindness is goin' to kill her, I think we'd better fuss at her some."
"'Pears to me like she's got nervous sensations," said Miss Hazy;
"she jumps up in her sleep, an' talks 'bout folks an' things I never
heared tell of."
"That's exactly what ails her," agreed Mrs. Wiggs: "it's nerves,
Miss Hazy. To my way of thinkin', nerves is worser than tumors an'
cancers. Look at old Mrs. Schultz. She's got the dropsy so bad you
can't tell whether she's settin' down or standin' up, yet she ain't
got a nerve in her body, an' has 'most as good a time as other folks.
We can't let Lovey Mary go on with these here nerves; no tellin' where
they'll land her at. If it was jes springtime, I'd give her sulphur
an' molasses an' jes a leetle cream of tartar; that, used along with
egg-shell tea, is the outbeatenest tonic I ever seen. But I never
would run ag'in' the seasons. Seems to me I've heared yallerroot spoke
of fer killin' nerves."
"I don't 'spect we could git no yallerroot round here."
"What's the matter with Miss Viny? I bet it grows in her garden
thick as hairs on a dog's back. Let's send Lovey Mary out there to git
some, an' we'll jes repeat the dose on her till it takes some hold."
"I ain't puttin' much stock in Miss Viny," demurred Miss Hazy.
"I've heared she was a novelist reader, an' she ain't even a
"An' do you set up to jedge her?" asked Mrs. Wiggs, in fine scorn.
"Miss Viny's got more sense in her little finger than me an' you has
got in our whole heads. She can doctor better with them yarbs of hers
than any physicianner I know. As to her not bein' a member, she lives
right an' helps other folks, an' that's more than lots of members
does. Besides," she added conclusively, "Mr. Wiggs himself wasn't no
CHAPTER VIII. A DENOMINATIONAL GARDEN
"Oh, mickle is the powerful grace that lies
In herbs, plants, stones, and their true qualities;
For naught so vile that on the earth doth live
But to the earth some special good doth give."
The following Sunday being decidedly cooler, Lovey Mary was started
off to Miss Viny's in quest of yellowroot. She had protested that she
was not sick, but Miss Hazy, backed by Mrs. Wiggs, had insisted.
"If you git down sick, it would be a' orful drain on me," was Miss
Hazy's final argument, and the point was effective.
As Lovey Mary trudged along the railroad-tracks, she was
unconscious of the pleasant changes of scenery. The cottages became
less frequent, and the bare, dusty commons gave place to green fields.
Here and there a tree spread its branches to the breezes, and now and
then a snatch of bird song broke the stillness. But Lovey Mary kept
gloomily on her way, her eyes fixed on the cross-ties. The thoughts
surging through her brain were dark enough to obscure even the
sunshine. For three nights she had cried herself to sleep, and the
"nervous sensations" were getting worse instead of better.
"Just two months since Kate was hurt," she said to herself. "Soon
as she gets out the hospital she'll be trying to find us again. I
believe she was coming to the factory looking for me when she got run
over. She'd just like to take Tommy away and send me to jail. Oh, I
hate her worse all the time! I wish she was—"
The wish died on her lips, for she suddenly realized that it might
already have been fulfilled. Some one coughed near by, and she started
"You seem to be in a right deep steddy," said a voice on the other
side of the fence.
Lovey Mary glanced up and saw a queer-looking old woman smiling at
her quizzically. A pair of keen eyes twinkled under bushy brows, and a
fierce little beard bristled from her chin. When she smiled it made
Lovey Mary think of a pebble dropped in a pool, for the wrinkles went
rippling off from her mouth in ever-widening circles until they were
lost in the gray hair under her broad-brimmed hat.
"Are you Miss Viny?" asked Lovey Mary, glancing at the
old-fashioned flower-garden beyond.
"Well, I been that fer sixty year'; I ain't heared of no change,"
answered the old lady.
"Miss Hazy sent me after some yellowroot," said Lovey Mary,
Miss Viny took a pair of large spectacles from her pocket, put them
on the tip of her nose, and looked over them critically at Lovey Mary.
"Stick out yer tongue."
Lovey Mary obeyed.
"Uh-huh. It's a good thing I looked. You don't no more need
yallerroot than a bumblebee. You come in here on the porch an' tell me
what's ailin' you, an' I'll do my own prescriptin'."
Lovey Mary followed her up the narrow path, that ran between a mass
of flowers. Snowy oleanders, yellow asters, and purple phlox crowded
together in a space no larger than Miss Hazy's front yard. Lovey Mary
forgot her troubles in sheer delight in seeing so many flowers
"Do you love 'em, too?" asked Miss Viny, jerking her thumb over her
"I guess I would if I had a chance. I never saw them growing out of
doors like this. I always had to look at them through the store
"Oh, law, don't talk to me 'bout caged-up flowers! I don't b'lieve
in shuttin' a flower up in a greenhouse any more 'n I b'lieve in
shuttin' myself up in one church."
Lovey Mary remembered what Miss Hazy had told her of Miss Viny's
pernicious religious views, and she tried to change the subject. But
Miss Viny was started upon a favorite theme and was not to be
"This here is a denominational garden, an' I got every congregation
I ever heared of planted in it. I ain't got no faverite bed. I keer
fer 'em all jes alike. When you come to think of it, the same rule
holds good in startin' a garden as does in startin' a church. You
first got to steddy what sort of soil you goin' to work with, then you
have to sum up all the things you have to fight ag'inst. Next you
choose what flowers are goin' to hold the best places. That's a mighty
important question in churches, too, ain't it? Then you go to
plantin', the thicker the better, fer in both you got to allow fer a
mighty fallin' off. After that you must take good keer of what you
got, an' be sure to plant something new each year. Once in a while
some of the old growths has to be thinned out, and the new upstarts
an' suckers has to be pulled up. Now, if you'll come out here I'll
show you round."
She started down the path, and Lovey Mary, somewhat overwhelmed by
this oration, followed obediently.
"These here are the Baptists," said Miss Viny, waving her hand
toward a bed of heliotrope and flags. "They want lots of water; like
to be wet clean through. They sorter set off to theyselves an' tend to
their own business; don't keer much 'bout minglin' with the other
Lovey Mary did not understand very clearly what Miss Viny was
talking about, but she was glad to follow her in the winding paths,
where new beauties were waiting at every turn.
"These is geraniums, ain't they? One of the girls had one, once, in
a flower-pot when she was sick."
"Yes," said Miss Viny; "they're Methodist. They fall from grace an'
has to be revived; they like lots of encouragement in the way of sun
an' water. These phlox are Methodist, too; no set color, easy to grow,
hardy an' vigorous. Pinchin' an' cuttin' back the shoots makes it
flower all the better; needs new soil every few years; now ain't that
Methodist down to the ground?"
"Are there any Presbyterians?" asked Lovey Mary, beginning to grasp
Miss Viny's meaning.
"Yes, indeed; they are a good, old, reliable bed. Look at all these
roses an' tiger-lilies an' dahlias; they all knew what they was goin'
to be afore they started to grow. They was elected to it, an' they'll
keep on bein' what they started out to be clean to the very end."
"I know about predestination," cried Lovey Mary, eagerly. "Miss
Bell used to tell us all those things."
Lovey Mary flushed crimson. "A lady I used to know," she said
Miss Viny crossed the garden, and stopped before a bed of stately
lilies and azaleas. "These are 'Piscopals," she explained. "Ain't they
tony? Jes look like they thought their bed was the only one in the
garden. Somebody said that a lily didn't have no pore kin among the
flowers. It ain't no wonder they 'most die of dignity. They're like
the 'Piscopals in more ways 'n one; both hates to be disturbed, both
likes some shade, an'"—confidentially—"both air pretty pernickity.
But to tell you the truth, ain't nothin' kin touch 'em when it comes
to beauty! I think all the other beds is proud of 'em, if you'd come
to look into it. Why, look at weddin's an' funerals! Don't all the
churches call in the 'Piscopals an' the lilies on both them
Lovey Mary nodded vaguely.
"An' here," continued Miss Viny, "are the Unitarians. You may be
s'prised at me fer havin' 'em in here, 'long with the orthodox
churches; but if the sun an' the rain don't make no distinction, I
don't see what right I got to put 'em on the other side of the fence.
These first is sweet-william, as rich in bloom as the Unitarian is in
good works, a-sowin' theyselves constant, an' every little plant a-
puttin' out a flower."
"Ain't there any Catholics?" asked Lovey Mary.
"Don't you see them hollyhawks an' snowballs an' laylacs? All of
them are Catholics, takin' up lots of room an' needin' the
prunin'-knife pretty often, but bringin' cheer and brightness to the
whole garden when it needs it most. Yes, I guess you'd have trouble
thinkin' of any sect I ain't got planted. Them ferns over in the
corner is Quakers. I ain't never seen no Quakers, but they tell me
that they don't b'lieve in flowerin' out; that they like coolness an'
shade an' quiet, an' are jes the same the year round. These colea
plants are the apes; they are all things to all men, take on any color
that's round 'em, kin be the worst kind of Baptists or Presbyterians,
but if left to theyselves they run back to good-fer-nothin's. This
here everlastin' is one of these here Christians that's so busy
thinkin' 'bout dyin' that he fergits to live."
Miss Viny chuckled as she crumbled the dry flower in her fingers.
"See how different this is," she said, plucking a sprig of lemon-
verbena. "This an' the mint an' the sage an' the lavender is all true
Christians; jes by bein' touched they give out a' influence that makes
the whole world a sweeter place to live in. But, after all, they can't
all be alike! There's all sorts of Christians: some stands fer
sunshine, some fer shade; some fer beauty, some fer use; some up high,
some down low. There's jes one thing all the flowers has to unite in
fightin' ag'inst—that's the canker-worm, Hate. If it once gits in a
plant, no matter how good an' strong that plant may be, it eats right
down to its heart."
"How do you get it out, Miss Viny?" asked Lovey Mary, earnestly.
"Prayer an' perseverance. If the Christian'll do his part, God'll
do his'n. You see, I'm tryin' to be to these flowers what God is to
his churches. The sun, which answers to the Sperrit, has to shine on
'em all, an' the rain, which answers to God's mercy, has to fall on
'em all. I jes watch 'em, an' plan fer 'em, an' shelter 'em, an' love
'em, an' if they do their part they're bound to grow. Now I'm goin' to
cut you a nice bo'quet to carry back to the Cabbage Patch."
So engrossed were the two in selecting and arranging the flowers
that neither thought of the yellowroot or its substitute.
Nevertheless, as Lovey Mary tramped briskly back over the
railroad-ties with her burden of blossoms, she bore a new thought in
her heart which was destined to bring about a surer cure than any of
Miss Viny's most efficient herbs.
CHAPTER IX. LABOR DAY
"And cloudy the day, or stormy the night,
The sky of her heart was always bright."
"It wouldn't s'prise me none if we had cyclones an' tornadoes by
evenin', it looks so thundery outdoors."
It was inconsiderate of Miss Hazy to make the above observation in
the very face of the most elaborate preparations for a picnic, but
Miss Hazy's evil predictions were too frequent to be effective.
"I'll scurry round an' git another loaf of bread," said Mrs. Wiggs,
briskly, as she put a tin pail into the corner of the basket. "Lovey
Mary, you put in the eggs an' git them cookies outen the stove. I
promised them boys a picnic on Labor Day, an' we are goin' if it
"Awful dangerous in the woods when it storms," continued Miss Hazy.
"I heared of a man oncet that would go to a picnic in the rain, and he
got struck so bad it burned his shoes plump off."
"Must have been the same man that got drownded, when he was little,
fer goin' in swimmin' on Sunday," answered Mrs. Wiggs, wiping her
hands on her apron.
"Mebbe 't was," said Miss Hazy.
Lovey Mary vibrated between the door and the window, alternating
between hope and despair. She had set her heart on the picnic with the
same intensity of desire that had characterized her yearning for
goodness and affection and curly hair.
"I believe there is a tiny speck more blue," she said, scanning the
heavens for the hundredth time.
"Course there is!" cried Mrs. Wiggs, "an' even if there ain't,
we'll have the picnic anyway. I b'lieve in havin' a good time when you
start out to have it. If you git knocked out of one plan, you want to
git yerself another right quick, before yer sperrits has a chance to
fall. Here comes Jake an' Chris with their baskets. Suppose you rench
off yer hands an' go gether up the rest of the childern. I 'spect
Billy's done hitched up by this time."
At the last moment Miss Hazy was still trying to make up her mind
whether or not she would go. "Them wheels don't look none too stiddy
fer sich a big load," she said cautiously.
"Them wheels is a heap sight stiddier than your legs," declared
"An' there ain't a meeker hoss in Kentucky than Cuby. He looks like
he might 'a' belonged to a preacher 'stid of bein' a broken-down
An unforeseen delay was occasioned by a heated controversy between
Lovey Mary and Tommy concerning the advisability of taking Cusmoodle.
"There ain't more than room enough to squeeze you in, Tommy," she
said, "let alone that fat old duck."
"'T ain't a fat old duck."
"'T is, too! He sha'n't go. You'll have to stay at home yourself if
you can't be good."
"I feel like I was doin' to det limber," threatened Tommy.
Mrs. Wiggs recognized a real danger. She also knew that discretion
was the better part of valor. "Here's a nice little place up here by
me, jes big enough fer you an' Cusmoodle. You kin set on the basket;
it won't mash nothin'. If we're packed in good an' tight, can't none
of us fall out."
When the last basket was stored away, the party started off in
glee, leaving Miss Hazy still irresolute in the doorway, declaring
that "she almost wisht she had 'a' went."
The destination had not been decided upon, so it was discussed as
the wagon jolted along over the cobblestones.
"Let's go out past Miss Viny's," suggested Jake; "there's a bully
woods out there."
"Aw, no! Let's go to Tick Creek an' go in wadin'."
Mrs. Wiggs, seated high above the party and slapping the reins on
Cuba's back, allowed the lively debate to continue until trouble
threatened, then she interfered:
"I think it would be nice to go over to the cemetery. We'd have to
cross the city, but when you git out there there's plenty of grass an'
trees, an' it runs right 'longside the river."
The proximity of the river decided the matter.
"I won't hardly take a swim!" said Jake, going through the motions,
to the discomfort of the two little girls who were hanging their feet
from the back of the wagon.
"I'm afraid it's going to rain so hard that you can take your swim
before you get there," said Lovey Mary, as the big drops began to
The picnic party huddled on the floor of the wagon in a state of
great merriment, while Mrs. Wiggs spread an old quilt over as many of
them as it would cover.
"'T ain't nothin' but a summer shower," she said, holding her head
on one side to keep the rain from driving in her face. "I 'spect the
sun is shinin' at the cemetery right now."
As the rickety wagon, with its drenched and shivering load, rattled
across Main street, an ominous sound fell upon the air:
Mrs. Wiggs wrapped the lines about her wrists and braced herself
for the struggle. But Cuba had heard the summons, his heart had
responded to the old call, and with one joyous bound he started for
"Hold on tight!" yelled Mrs. Wiggs. "Don't none of you fall out.
Whoa, Cuby! Whoa! I'll stop him in a minute. Hold tight!"
Cuba kicked the stiffness out of his legs, and laying his ears
back, raced valiantly for five squares neck and neck with the
engine-horses. But the odds were against him; Mrs. Wiggs and Chris
sawing on one line, and Billy and Jake pulling on the other, proved
too heavy a handicap. Within sight of the fire he came to a sudden
"It's the lumber-yards!" called Chris, climbing over the wheels.
"Looks like the whole town's on fire."
"Let's unhitch Cuby an' tie him, an' stand in the wagon an' watch
it," cried Mrs. Wiggs, in great excitement.
The boys were not content to be stationary, so they rushed away,
leaving Mrs. Wiggs and the girls, with Tommy and the duck, to view the
conflagration at a safe distance.
For two hours the fire raged, leaping from one stack of lumber to
another, and threatening the adjacent buildings. Every fire-engine in
the department was called out, the commons were black with people, and
the excitement was intense.
"Ain't you glad we come!" cried Lovey Mary, dancing up and down in
"We never come. We was brought," said Asia.
Long before the fire was under control the sun had come through the
clouds and was shining brightly. Picnics, however, were not to be
considered when an attraction like this was to be had. When the boys
finally came straggling back the fire was nearly out, the crowd had
dispersed, and only the picnic party was left on the commons.
"It's too late to start to the cemetery," said Mrs. Wiggs,
thoughtfully. "What do you all think of havin' the picnic right here
The suggestion was regarded as nothing short of an inspiration.
"The only trouble," continued Mrs. Wiggs, "is 'bout the water.
Where we goin' to git any to drink? I know one of the firemen, Pete
Jenkins; if I could see him I'd ast him to pour us some outen the
"Gimme the pail; I'll go after him," cried Jake.
"Naw, you don't; I'm a-goin'. It's my maw that knows him," said
"That ain't nothin'. My uncle knows the chief of police! Can't I
go, Mrs. Wiggs?"
Meanwhile Chris had seized the hint and the bucket, and was off in
search of Mr. Peter Jenkins, whose name would prove an open sesame to
that small boy's paradise—the engine side of the rope.
The old quilt, still damp, was spread on the ground, and around it
sat the picnic party, partaking ravenously of dry sandwiches and
cheese and cheer. Such laughing and crowding and romping as there was!
Jake gave correct imitations of everybody in the Cabbage Patch, Chris
did some marvelous stunts with his wooden leg, and Lovey Mary sang
every funny song that she knew. Mrs. Wiggs stood in the wagon above
them, and dispensed hospitality as long as it lasted. Cuba, hitched to
a fence near by, needed no material nourishment. He was contentedly
sniffing the smoke-filled air, and living over again the days of his
When the party reached home, tired and grimy, they were still
enthusiastic over the fine time they had had.
"It's jes the way I said," proclaimed Mrs. Wiggs, as she drove up
with a flourish; "you never kin tell which way pleasure is a-comin'.
Who ever would 'a' thought, when we aimed at the cemetery, that we'd
land up at a first-class fire?"
CHAPTER X. A TIMELY VISIT
"The love of praise, howe'er concealed by art,
Reigns more or less, and glows in ev'ry heart."
Weeks and months slipped by, and the Cabbage Patch ate breakfast
and supper by lamplight. Those who could afford it were laying in
their winter coal, and those who could not were providently pasting
brown paper over broken window-panes, and preparing to keep Jack Frost
at bay as long as possible.
One Saturday, as Lovey Mary came home from the factory, she saw a
well-dressed figure disappearing in the distance.
"Who is that lady?" she demanded suspiciously of Europena Wiggs,
who was swinging violently on the gate.
"'T ain't no lady," said Europena. "It's my Sunday-school teacher."
"Uh-huh. She wants Asia to come over to her house this evenin'."
"Wisht I could go," said Lovey Mary.
"Why can't you?" asked Mrs. Wiggs, coming to the open door. "Asia
would jes love to show Mrs. Reddin' how stylish you look in that red
dress. I'll curl yer hair on the poker if you want me to."
Any diversion from the routine of work was acceptable, so late that
afternoon the two girls, arrayed in their best garments, started forth
to call on the Reddings.
"I wisht I had some gloves," said Lovey Mary, rubbing her blue
"If I'd 'a' thought about it I'd 'a' made you some before we
started. It don't take no time." Asia held out her hands, which were
covered with warm red mitts. "I make 'em outen Billy's old socks after
the feet's wore off."
"I don't see how you know how to do so many things!" said Lovey
[Illustration: "Asia held out her hands, which were covered with
warm red mitts."]
"'T ain't nothin'," disclaimed Asia, modestly. "It's jes the way
maw brought us up. Whenever we started out to do a thing she made us
finish it someway or 'nother. Oncet when we was all little we lived in
the country. She sent Billy out on the hoss to git two watermelon, an'
told him fer him not to come home without 'em. When Billy got out to
the field he found all the watermelon so big he couldn't carry one,
let alone two. What do you think he done?"
"Come home without 'em?"
"No, sir, he never! He jes set on the fence an' thought awhile,
then he took off en his jeans pants an' put a watermelon in each leg
an' hanged 'em 'crost old Rollie's back an' come ridin' home
"I think he's the nicest boy in the Cabbage Patch," said Lovey
Mary, laughing over the incident. "He never does tease Tommy."
"That's 'cause he likes you. He says you've got grit. He likes the
way you cleaned up Miss Hazy an' stood up to Mr. Stubbins."
A deeper color than even the fresh air warranted came into Lovey
Mary's cheeks, and she walked on for a few minutes in pleased silence.
"Don't you want to wear my gloves awhile?" asked Asia.
"No; my hands ain't cold any more," said Lovey Mary.
As they turned into Terrace Park, with its beautiful grounds, its
fountains and statuary, Asia stopped to explain.
"Jes rich folks live over here. That there is the Reddin's' house,
the big white one where them curbstone ladies are in the yard. I wisht
you could git a peek in the parlor; they've got chairs made outer real
gold, an' strandaliers that look like icicles all hitched together."
"Do they set on the gold chairs?"
"No, indeed; the legs is too wabbly fer that. I reckon they're jes
to show how rich they are. This here is where the carriage drives in.
Their hired man wears a high-style hat, an' a fur cape jes like Mrs.
"I 'spect they have turkey every day, don't they, Asia?"
Before Asia's veracity was tested to the limit, the girls were
startled by the sudden appearance of an excited housemaid at the side
"Simmons! Simmons!" she screamed. "Oh, where is that man? I'll have
to go for somebody myself." And without noticing the girls, she ran
hastily down the driveway.
Asia, whose calmness was seldom ruffled, led the way into the
entry. "That's the butter's pantry," she said, jerking her thumb over
"Don't they keep nothing in it but butter?" gasped Lovey Mary.
"Reckon not. They've got a great big box jes fer ice; not another
thing goes in it."
Another maid ran down the steps, calling Simmons.
Asia, a frequent visitor at the house, made her way unconcernedly
up to the nursery. On the second floor there was great confusion; the
telephone was ringing, servants were hurrying to and fro.
"He'll choke to death before the doctor gets here!" they heard the
nurse say as she ran through the hall. From the open nursery door they
could hear the painful gasps and coughs of a child in great distress.
Asia paused on the landing, but Lovey Mary darted forward. The
mother instinct, ever strong within her, had responded instantly to
the need of the child. In the long, dainty room full of beautiful
things, she only saw the terrified baby on his mother's lap, his face
purple, his eyes distended, as he fought for his breath.
[Illustration: "Master Robert Redding was right side up again,
sobbing himself quiet in Lovey Mary's arms."]
Without a word she sprang forward, and grasping the child by his
feet, held him at arm's-length and shook him violently. Mrs. Redding
screamed, and the nurse, who was rushing in with hot milk, dropped the
cup in horror. But a tiny piece of hard candy lay on the floor, and
Master Robert Redding was right side up again, sobbing himself quiet
in Lovey Mary's arms.
After the excitement had subsided, and two doctors and Mr. Redding
had arrived breathless upon the scene, Mrs. Redding, for the dozenth
time, lavished her gratitude upon Lovey Mary:
"And to think you saved my precious baby! The doctor said it was
the only thing that could have saved him, yet we four helpless women
had no idea what to do. How did you know, dear? Where did you ever see
Lovey Mary, greatly abashed, faced the radiant parents, the two
portly doctors, and the servants in the background.
"I learned on Tommy," she said in a low voice. "He swallered a
penny once that we was going to buy candy with. I didn't have another,
so I had to shake it out."
During the laugh that followed, she and Asia escaped, but not
before Mr. Redding had slipped a bill into her hand, and the beautiful
Mrs. Redding had actually given her a kiss!
CHAPTER XI. THE CHRISTMAS PLAY
"Not failure, but low aim, is crime."
As the holiday season approached, a rumor began to be circulated
that the Cabbage Patch Sunday-school would have an entertainment as
well as a Christmas tree. The instigator of this new movement was Jake
Schultz, whose histrionic ambition had been fired during his
apprenticeship as "super" at the opera-house.
"I know a man what rents costumes, an' the promp'-books to go with
'em," he said to several of the boys one Sunday afternoon. "If we all
chip in we kin raise the price, an' git it back easy by chargin'
"Aw, shucks!" said Chris. "We don't know nothin' 'bout
"We kin learn all right," said Billy Wiggs. "I bid to be the feller
that acts on the trapeze."
The other boys approving of the plan, it was agreed that Jake
should call on the costumer at his earliest convenience.
One night a week later Lovey Mary was getting supper when she heard
an imperative rap on the door. It was Jake Schultz. He mysteriously
beckoned her out on the steps, and closed the door behind them.
"Have you ever acted any?" he asked.
"I used to say pieces at the home," said Lovey Mary, forgetting
"Well, do you think you could take leadin' lady in the
[Illustration: "'Have you ever acted any?' he asked."]
Lovey Mary had no idea what the lady was expected to lead, but she
knew that she was being honored, and she was thrilled at the prospect.
"I know some arm-exercises, and I could sing for them," she
"Oh, no," explained Jake; "it's a play, a reg'lar theayter play. I
got the book and the costumes down on Market street. The man didn't
have but this one set of costumes on hand, so I didn't have no choice.
It's a bully play, all right, though! I seen it oncet, an' I know how
it all ought to go. It's named 'Forst,' er somethin' like that. I'm
goin' to be the devil, an' wear a red suit, an' have my face all
streaked up. Billy he's goin' to be the other feller what's stuck on
the girl. He tole me to ast you to be her. Your dress is white with
cords an' tassels on it, an' the sleeves ain't sewed up. Reckon you
could learn the part? We ain't goin' to give it all."
"I can learn anything!" cried Lovey Mary, recklessly. "Already know
the alphabet and the Lord's Prayer backward. Is the dress short-
sleeve? And does it drag in the back when you walk?"
"Yep," said Jake, "an' the man said you was to plait your hair in
two parts an' let 'em hang over your shoulders. I don't see why it
wouldn't be pretty for you to sing somethin', too. Ever'body is so
stuck on yer singin'."
"All right," said Lovey Mary, enthusiastically; "you bring the book
over and show me where my part's at. And, Jake," she called as he
started off, "you tell Billy I'll be glad to."
For the next ten days Lovey Mary dwelt in Elysium. The prompt-book,
the rehearsals, the consultations, filled the spare moments and threw
a glamour over the busy ones. Jake, with his vast experience and
unlimited knowledge of stage-craft, appealed to her in everything. He
sat on a barrel and told how they did things "up to the opery-house,"
and Lovey Mary, seizing his suggestions with burning zeal, refitted
the costumes, constructed scenery, hammered her own nails as well as
the iron ones, and finally succeeded in putting into practice his
rather vague theories. For the first time in her life she was a person
Besides her numerous other duties she prepared an elaborate costume
for Tommy. This had caused her some trouble, for Miss Hazy, who was
sent to buy the goods for the trousers, exercised unwise economy in
buying two remnants which did not match in color or pattern.
"Why didn't you put your mind on it, Miss Hazy?" asked Lovey Mary,
making a heroic effort to keep her temper. "You might have known I
couldn't take Tommy to the show with one blue leg and one brown one.
What must I do?"
Miss Hazy sat dejectedly in the corner, wiping her eyes on her
apron. "You might go ast Mis' Wiggs," she suggested as a forlorn hope.
When Mrs. Wiggs was told the trouble she smiled reassuringly.
Emergencies were to her the spice of life; they furnished
opportunities for the expression of her genius.
"Hush cryin', Miss Hazy; there ain't a speck of harm did. Mary kin
make the front outen one piece an' the back outen the other. Nobody
won't never know the difference, 'cause Tommy can't be goin' an'
comin' at the same time."
The result was highly satisfactory, that is, to everybody but
Tommy. He complained that there "wasn't no room to set down."
On Christmas night the aristocracy of the Cabbage Patch assembled
in the school-house to enjoy the double attraction of a Christmas tree
and an entertainment. Mr. Rothchild, who had arranged the tree for the
last ten years, refused to have it moved from its accustomed place,
which was almost in the center of the platform. He had been earnestly
remonstrated with, but he and the tree remained firm. Mrs. Rothchild
and all the little Rothchildren had climbed in by the window before
the doors were open in order to secure the front seats. Immediately
behind them sat the Hazys and the Wiggses.
"That there is the seminary student gittin' up now," whispered Mrs.
Wiggs. "He's goin' to call out the pieces. My land! ain't he washed
out? Looks like he'd go into a trance fer fifty cents. Hush,
Australia! don't you see he is goin' to pray?"
After the opening prayer, the young preacher suggested that, as
long as the speakers were not quite ready, the audience should "raise
"He's got a fine voice," whispered Miss Hazy; "I heared 'em say he
was the gentleman soprano at a down-town church."
When the religious exercises were completed, the audience settled
into a state of pleasurable anticipation.
"The first feature of the entertainment," announced the preacher,
"will be a song by Miss Europena Wiggs."
[Illustration: "Europena stepped forward."]
Europena stepped forward and, with hands close to her sides and
anguished eyes on the ceiling, gasped forth the agonized query:
"Can she make a cheery-pie,
Billy boy, Billy boy?
Can she make a cheery-pie,
Notwithstanding the fact that there were eight verses, an encore
was demanded. Mrs. Wiggs rose in her seat and beckoned vehemently to
Europena. "Come on back!" she motioned violently with her lips. "They
want you to come back."
Europena, in a state of utter bewilderment, returned to the stage.
"Say another speech!" whispered Mrs. Wiggs, leaning over so far
that she knocked Mrs. Rothchild's bonnet awry. Still Europena stood
there, an evident victim of lockjaw.
"'I have a little finger,'" prompted her mother frantically from
the second row front.
A single ray of intelligence flickered for a moment over the
child's face, and with a supreme effort she said:
"I have a little finger,
An' I have a little beau;
When I get a little bigger
I'll have a little toe."
"Well, she got it all in," said Mrs. Wiggs, in a relieved tone, as
Europena was lifted down.
After this, other little girls came forward and made some
unintelligible remarks concerning Santa Claus. It was with some
difficulty that they went through their parts, for Mr. Rothchild kept
getting in the way as he calmly and uncompromisingly continued to hang
cornucopias on the tree. Songs and recitations followed, but even the
youngest spectator realized that these were only preliminary
At last a bell rang. Two bedspreads. which served as curtains were
majestically withdrawn. A sigh of admiration swept the room. "Ain't he
cute!" whispered a girl in the rear, as Billy rose resplendent in pink
tights and crimson doublet, and folding his arms high on his breast,
recited in a deep voice:
"I have, alas! philosophy,
Medicine, jurisprudence too,
And, to my cost, theology
With ardent labor studied through."
"I don't see no sense in what he's sayin' at all," whispered Miss
"It's jes what was in the book," answered Mrs. Wiggs, "'cause I
heared him repeat it off before supper."
The entrance of Jake awakened the flagging interest. Nobody
understood what he said either, but he made horrible faces, and waved
his red arms, and caused a pleasant diversion.
"Maw, what's John Bagby a-handin' round in that little saucer?"
"Fer the mercy sake! I don't know," answered her mother, craning
her neck to see.
John, with creaking footsteps, tiptoed to the front of the stage,
and stooping down, began to mix a concoction in a plate. Many stood up
to see what he was doing, and conjecture was rife. Mephisto and Faust were forgotten until Jake struck a heroic pose, and grasping
Billy's arm, said hoarsely:
"Gaze, Faustis, gaze into pairdition!"
John put a match to the powder, a bright red light filled the room,
and the audience, following the index-finger of the impassioned Mephisto, gazed into the placid, stupid faces of four meek little
boys on the mourners' bench.
[Illustration: "Sang in a high, sweet voice, 'I Need Thee Every
Before the violent coughing caused by the calcium fumes had ceased,
a vision in white squeezed past Mr. Rothchild and came slowly down to
the edge of the platform. It was Lovey Mary as Marguerite. Her
long dress swept about her feet, her heavy hair hung in thick braids
over both shoulders, and a burning red spot glowed on each cheek. For
a moment she stood as Jake had directed, with head thrown back and
eyes cast heavenward, then she began to recite. The words poured from
her lips with a volubility that would have shamed an auctioneer. It
was a long part, full of hard words, but she knew it perfectly and was
determined to show how fast she could say it without making a mistake.
It was only when she finished that she paused for breath. Then she
turned slowly, and stretching forth appealing arms to Faust,
sang in a high, sweet voice, "I Need Thee Every Hour."
The effect was electrical. At last the Cabbage Patch understood
what was going on. The roof rang with applause. Even Mr. Rothchild
held aside his strings of pop-corn to let Marguerite pass out.
"S' more! S' more!" was the cry. "Sing it ag'in!"
Jake stepped before the curtain. "If our friends is willin'," he
said, "we'll repeat over the last ak."
Again Lovey Mary scored a triumph. John Bagby burned the rest of
the calcium powder during the last verse, and the entertainment
concluded in a prolonged cheer.
CHAPTER XII. REACTION
"Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie."
When the paint and powder had been washed off, and Tommy had with
difficulty been extracted from his new trousers and put to bed, Lovey
Mary sat before the little stove and thought it all over. It had been
the very happiest time of her whole life. How nice it was to be
praised and made much of! Mrs. Wiggs had started it by calling
everybody's attention to her good points; then Mrs. Redding had sought
her out and shown her continued attention; to-night was the great
climax. Her name had been on every tongue, her praises sung on every
side, and Billy Wiggs had given her everything he got off the
"I wisht I deserved it all," she said, as she got up to pull the
blanket closer about Tommy. "I've tried to be good. I guess I am
better in some ways, but not in all—not in all." She knelt by the bed
and held Tommy's hand to her cheek. "Sometimes he looks like Kate when
he's asleep like this. I wonder if she's got well? I wonder if she
ever misses him?"
For a long time she knelt there, holding the warm little hand in
hers. The play, the success, the applause, were all forgotten, and in
their place was a shame, a humiliation, that brought the hot tears to
"I ain't what they think I am," she whispered brokenly. "I'm a
mean, bad girl after all. The canker-worm's there. Miss Viny said
there never would be a sure-'nough beautiful flower till the
canker-worm was killed. But I want to be good; I want to be what they
think I am!"
Again and again the old thoughts of Kate rose to taunt and madden
her. But a new power was at work; it brought new thoughts of Kate, of
Kate sick and helpless, of Kate without friends and lonely, calling
for her baby. Through the night the battle raged within her. When the
first gray streaks showed through the shutters, Lovey Mary cleaned her
room and put on her Sunday dress. "I'll be a little late to the
factory," she explained to Miss Hazy at breakfast, "for I've got to go
on a' errand."
It was an early hour for visitors at the city hospital, but when
Lovey Mary stated her business she was shown to Kate's ward. At the
far end of the long room, with her bandaged head turned to the wall,
lay Kate. When the nurse spoke to her she turned her head painfully,
and looked at them listlessly with great black eyes that stared forth
from a face wasted and wan from suffering.
"Kate!" said Lovey Mary, leaning across the bed and touching her
hand. "Kate, don't you know me?"
The pale lips tightened over the prominent white teeth. "Well, I
swan, Lovey Mary, where'd you come from?" Not waiting for an answer,
she continued querulously: "Say, can't you get me out of this hole
someway? But even if I had the strength to crawl, I wouldn't have no
place to go. Can't you take me away? Anywhere would do."
Lovey Mary's spirits fell; she had nerved herself for a great
sacrifice, had decided to do her duty at any cost; but thinking of it
beforehand in her little garret room, with Tommy's hand in hers, and
Kate Rider a mere abstraction, was very different from facing the real
issue, with the old, selfish, heartless Kate in flesh and blood before
her. She let go of Kate's hand.
"Don't you want to know about Tommy?" she asked. "I've come to say
I was sorry I run off with him."
"It was mighty nervy in you. I knew you'd take good care of him,
though. But say! you can get me away from this, can't you? I ain't got
a friend in the world nor a cent of money. But I ain't going to stay
here, where there ain't nothing to do, and I get so lonesome I 'most
die. I'd rather set on a street corner and run a hand-organ. Where are
you and Tommy at?"
"We are in the Cabbage Patch," said Lovey Mary, with the old
repulsion strong upon her.
"The Cabbage Patch. It ain't your sort of a place, Kate. The folks
are good and honest, but they are poor and plain. You'd laugh at 'em."
Kate turned her eyes to the window and was silent a moment before
she said slowly:
"I ain't got much right to laugh at nobody. I'd be sorter glad to
get with good people again. The other sort's all right when you're out
for fun, but when you're down on your luck they ain't there."
Lovey Mary, perplexed and troubled, looked at her gravely.
"Haven't you got any place you could go to?"
[Illustration: "'Haven't you got any place you could go to?'"]
Kate shook her head. "Nobody would be willing to look after me and
nurse me. Lovey,"—she stretched her thin hand across to her
entreatingly,—"take me home with you! I heard the doctor tell the
nurse he couldn't do nothing more for me. I can't die here shut up
with all these sick people. Take me wherever you are at. I'll try not
to be no trouble, and—I want to keep straight."
Tears were in her eyes, and her lips trembled. There was a queer
little spasm at Lovey Mary's heart. The canker-worm was dead.
When a carriage drove up to Miss Hazy's door and the driver carried
in a pale girl with a bandaged head, it caused untold commotion.
"Do you s'pose Mary's a-bringin' home a smallpox patient?" asked
Miss Hazy, who was ever prone to look upon the tragic side.
"Naw!" said Chris, who was peeping under the window-curtain; "it
looks more like she's busted her crust."
In less than an hour every neighbor had been in to find out what
was going on. Mrs. Wiggs constituted herself mistress of ceremonies.
She had heard the whole story from the overburdened Mary, and was now
prepared to direct public opinion in the way it should go.
"Jes another boarder for Miss Hazy," she explained airily to Mrs.
Eichorn. "Lovey Mary was so well pleased with her boardin'-house, she
drummed it up among her friends. This here lady has been at the
hospittal. She got knocked over by a wagon out there near the factory,
an' it run into celebrated concussion. The nurse told Lovey Mary this
mornin' it was somethin' like information of the brain. What we're all
goin' to do is to try to get her well. I'm a-goin' home now to git her
a nice dinner, an' I jes bet some of you'll see to it that she gits a
good supper. You kin jes bank on us knowin' how to give a stranger a
It was easy to establish a precedent in the Cabbage Patch. When a
certain course of action was once understood to be the proper thing,
every resident promptly fell in line. The victim of "celebrated
concussion" was overwhelmed with attention. She lay in a pink wrapper
in Miss Hazy's kitchen, and received the homage of the neighborhood.
Meanwhile Lovey Mary worked extra hours at the factory and did sewing
at night to pay for Kate's board.
In spite, however, of the kind treatment and the regular
administration of Miss Viny's herbs and Mrs. Wiggs's yellowroot, Kate
grew weaker day by day. One stormy night when Lovey Mary came home
from the factory she found her burning with fever and talking
excitedly. Miss Hazy had gotten her up-stairs, and now stood
helplessly wringing her hands in the doorway.
"Lor', Lovey Mary! she's cuttin' up scandalous," complained the old
lady. "I done ever'thing I knowed how; I ironed the sheets to make 'em
warm, an' I tried my best to git her to swallow a mustard cocktail. I
wanted her to lemme put a fly-blister on to her head, too, but she
won't do nothin'."
"All right, Miss Hazy," said Lovey Mary, hanging her dripping coat
on a nail. "I'll stay with her now. Don't talk, Kate! Try to be
"But I can't, Lovey. I'm going to die, and I ain't fit to die. I've
been so bad and wicked, I'm 'fraid to go, Lovey. What'll I do? What'll
In vain the girl tried to soothe her. Her hysteria increased; she
cried and raved and threw herself from side to side.
"Kate! Kate!" pleaded Lovey Mary, trying to hold her arms, "don't
cry so. God'll forgive you. He will, if you are sorry."
"But I'm afraid," shuddered Kate. "I've been so bad. Heaven knows
I'm sorry, but it's too late! Too late!" Another paroxysm seized her,
and her cries burst forth afresh.
Mary, in desperation, rushed from the room. "Tommy!" she called
softly down the steps.
The small boy was sitting on the stairs, in round-eyed wonder at
what was going on.
"Tommy," said Lovey Mary, picking him up, "the sick lady feels so
bad! Go in and give her a love, darling. Pet her cheeks and hug her
like you do me. Tell her she's a pretty mama. Tell her you love her."
Tommy trotted obediently into the low room and climbed on the bed.
He put his plump cheek against the thin one, and whispered words of
baby- love. Kate's muscles relaxed as her arms folded about him.
Gradually her sobs ceased and her pulse grew faint and fainter.
Outside, the rain and sleet beat on the cracked window-pane, but a
peace had entered the dingy little room. Kate received the great
summons with a smile, for in one fleeting moment she had felt for the
first and last time the blessed sanctity of motherhood.
CHAPTER XIII. AN HONORABLE RETREAT
"For I will ease my heart
Although, it be with hazard
Of my head."
Miss Bell sat in her neat little office, with the evening paper in
her hand. The hour before tea was the one time of the day she reserved
for herself. Susie Smithers declared that she sat before the fire at
such times and took naps, but Susie's knowledge was not always
trustworthy —it depended entirely on the position of the keyhole.
At any rate, Miss Bell was not sleeping to-night; she moved about
restlessly, brushing imaginary ashes from the spotless hearth, staring
absently into the fire, then recurring again and again to an item in
the paper which she held:
DIED. Kate Rider, in her twenty-fourth year, from injuries received
in an accident.
Miss Bell seemed to cringe before the words. Her face looked old
and drawn. "And to think I kept her from having her child!" she said
to herself as she paced up and down the narrow room. "No matter what
else Kate was, she was his mother and had the first right to him. But
I acted for the best; I could see no other way. If I had only known!"
[Illustration: "Susie Smithers at the keyhole."]
There were steps on the pavement without; she went to the window,
and shading her eyes with her hands, gazed into the gathering dusk.
Some one was coming up the walk, some one very short and fat. No; it
was a girl carrying a child. Miss Bell reached the door just in time
to catch Tommy in her arms as Lovey Mary staggered into the hall. They
were covered with sleet and almost numb from the cold.
"Kate's dead!" cried Lovey Mary, as Miss Bell hurried them into the
office. "I didn't know she was going to die. Oh, I've been so wicked
to you and to Kate and to God! I want to be arrested! I don't care
what they do to me."
She threw herself on the floor, and beat her fists on the carpet.
Tommy stood near and wept in sympathy; he wore his remnant trousers,
and his little straw hat, round which Mrs. Wiggs had sewn a broad band
Miss Bell hovered over Lovey Mary and patted her nervously on the
back. "Don't, my dear, don't cry so. It's very sad—dear me, yes, very
sad. You aren't alone to blame, though; I have been at fault, too. I—
I—feel dreadfully about it."
Miss Bell's face was undergoing such painful contortions that Lovey
Mary stopped crying in alarm, and Tommy got behind a chair.
"Of course," continued Miss Bell, gaining control of herself, "it
was very wrong of you to run away, Mary. When I discovered that you
had gone I never stopped until I found you."
"Till you found me?" gasped Lovey Mary.
"Yes, child; I knew where you were all the time."
Again Miss Bell's features were convulsed, and Mary and Tommy
looked on in awed silence. "You see," she went on presently, "I am
just as much at fault as you. I was worried and distressed over having
to let Tommy go with Kate, yet there seemed no way out of it. When I
found you had hidden him away in a safe place, that you were both well
and happy, I determined to keep your secret. But oh, Mary, we hadn't
the right to keep him from her! Perhaps the child would have been her
salvation; perhaps she would have died a good girl."
"But she did, Miss Bell," said Lovey Mary, earnestly. "She said she
was sorry again and again, and when she went to sleep Tommy's arms was
round her neck."
"Mary!" cried Miss Bell, seizing the girl's hand eagerly, "did you
find her and take him to her?"
"No, ma'am. I brought her to him. She didn't have no place to go,
and I wanted to make up to her for hating her so. I did ever'thing I
could to make her well. We all did. I never thought she was going to
Then, at Miss Bell's request, Lovey Mary told her story, with many
sobs and tears, but some smiles in between, over the good times in the
Cabbage Patch; and when she had finished, Miss Bell led her over to
the sofa and put her arms about her. They had lived under the same
roof for fifteen years, and she had never before given her a caress.
"Mary," she said, "you did for Kate what nobody else could have
done. I thank God that it all happened as it did."
"But you'd orter scold me and punish me," said Lovey Mary. "I'd
feel better if you did."
Tommy, realizing in some vague way that a love-feast was in
progress, and always ready to echo Lovey Mary's sentiments, laid his
chubby hand on Miss Bell's knee.
"When my little sled drows up I'm doin' to take you ridin'," he
Miss Bell laughed a hearty laugh, for the first time in many
months. The knotty problem which had caused her many sleepless nights
had at last found its own solution.
CHAPTER XIV. THE CACTUS BLOOMS
"I tell thee love is nature's second sun,
Causing a spring of virtues where he shines."
It was June again, and once more Lovey Mary stood at an up-stairs
window at the home. On the ledge grew a row of bright flowers, brought
from Miss Viny's garden, but they were no brighter than the face that
smiled across them at the small boy in the playground below. Lovey
Mary's sleeves were rolled above her elbows, and a dust-cloth was tied
about her head. As she returned to her sweeping she sang joyfully,
"Can she sweep a kitchen floor,
Billy boy, Billy boy?
Can she sweep a kitchen floor,
"Miss Bell says for you to come down to the office," announced a
little girl, coming up the steps. "There's a lady there and a baby."
Lovey Mary paused in her work, and a shadow passed over her face.
Just three years ago the same summons had come, and with it such
heartaches and anxiety. She pulled down her sleeves and went
thoughtfully down the steps. At the office door she found Mrs. Redding
talking to Miss Bell.
"We leave Saturday afternoon," she was saying. "It's rather sooner
than we expected, but we want to get the baby to Canada before the hot
weather overtakes us. Last summer I asked two children from the
Toronto home to spend two weeks with me at our summer place, but this
year I have set my heart on taking Lovey Mary and Tommy. They will see
Niagara Falls and Buffalo, where we stop over a day, besides the
little outing at the lake. Will you come, Mary? You know Robert might
get choked again!"
Lovey Mary leaned against the door for support. A half-hour visit
to Mrs. Redding was excitement for a week, and only to think of going
away with her, and riding on a steam-car, and seeing a lake, and
taking Tommy, and being ever so small a part of that gorgeous Redding
household! She could not speak; she just looked up and smiled, but the
smile seemed to mean more than words, for it brought the sudden tears
to Mrs. Redding's eyes. She gave Mary's hand a quick, understanding
little squeeze, then hurried out to her carriage.
That very afternoon Lovey Mary went to the Cabbage Patch. As she
hurried along over the familiar ground, she felt as if she must sing
aloud the happy song that was humming in her heart. She wanted to stop
at each cottage and tell the good news; but her time was limited, so
she kept on her way to Miss Hazy's, merely calling out a greeting as
she passed. When she reached the door she heard Mrs. Wiggs's voice in
"Well, I wish you'd look! There she is, this very minute! I never
was so glad to see anybody in my life! My goodness, child, you don't
know how we miss you down here! We talk 'bout you all the time, jes
like a person puts their tongue in the empty place after a tooth's
done pulled out."
"I'm awful glad to be back," said Lovey Mary, too happy to be cast
down by the reversion to the original state of the Hazy household.
"Me an' Chris ain't had a comfortable day sence you left,"
complained Miss Hazy. "I'd 'a' almost rather you wouldn't 'a' came
than to have went away ag'in."
"But listen!" cried Lovey Mary, unable to keep her news another
minute. "I'm a-going on a railroad trip with Mrs. Redding, and she's
going to take Tommy, too, and we are going to see Niag'ra and a lake
and a buffalo!"
"Ain't that the grandest thing fer her to go and do!" exclaimed
Mrs. Wiggs. "I told you she was a' angel!"
"I'm right skeered of these here long trips," said Miss Hazy, "so
many accidents these days."
"My sakes!" answered Mrs. Wiggs, "I'd think you'd be 'fraid to step
over a crack in the floor fer fear you'd fall through. Why, Lovey
Mary, it's the nicest thing I ever heared tell of! An' Niag'ry Fall,
too. I went on a trip once when I was little. Maw took me through the
mountains. I never had seen mountains before, an' I cried at first an'
begged her to make 'em sit down. A trip is something you never will
fergit in all yer life. It was jes like Mrs. Reddin' to think about
it; but I don't wonder she feels good to you. Asia says she never
expects to see anything like the way you shook that candy outen little
Robert. But see here, if you go 'way off there you mustn't fergit us."
"I never could forget you all, wherever I went," said Lovey Mary.
"I was awful mean when I come to the Cabbage Patch; somehow you all
just bluffed me into being better. I wasn't used to being bragged on,
and it made me want to be good more than anything in the world."
"That's so," said Mrs. Wiggs. "You can coax a' elephant with a
little sugar. The worser Mr. Wiggs used to act, the harder I'd pat him
on the back. When he'd git bilin' mad, I'd say: 'Now, Mr. Wiggs, why
don't you go right out in the woodshed an' swear off that cuss? I hate
to think of it rampantin' round inside of a good-lookin' man like
you.' He'd often take my advice, an' it always done him good an' never
hurt the woodshed. As fer the childern, I always did use compelments
on them 'stid of switches."
Lovey Mary untied the bundle which she carried, and spread the
contents on the kitchen table. "I've been saving up to get you all
some presents," she said. "I wanted to get something for every one
that had been good to me, but that took in the whole Patch! These are
some new kind of seed for Miss Viny; she learned me a lot out of her
garden. This is goods for a waist for you, Miss Hazy."
"It's rale pretty," said Miss Hazy, measuring its length. "If you'd
'a' brought me enough fer a skirt, too, I'd never 'a' got through
prayin' fer you."
Mrs. Wiggs was indignant. "I declare, Miss Hazy! You ain't got a
manner in the world, sometimes. It's beautiful goods, Lovey Mary. I'm
goin' to make it up fer her by a fancy new pattern Asia bought; it's
got a sailor collar."
"This here is for Chris," continued Lovey Mary, slightly depressed
by Miss Hazy's lack of appreciation, "and this is for Mrs. Schultz. I
bought you a book, Mrs. Wiggs. I don't know what it's about, but it's
an awful pretty cover. I knew you'd like to have it on the parlor
It was the "Iliad"!
Mrs. Wiggs held it at arm's-length and, squinting her eyes, read:
"Home of an Island."
"That ain't what the man called it," said Lovey Mary.
"Oh, it don't matter 'bout the name. It's a beautiful book, jes
matches my new tidy. You couldn't 'a' pleased me better."
"I didn't have money enough to go round," explained Lovey Mary,
apologetically, "but I bought a dozen lead-pencils and thought I'd
give them round among the children."
"Ever'thing'll be terrible wrote over," said Miss Hazy.
The last bundle was done up in tissue-paper and tied with a silver
string. Lovey Mary gave it to Mrs. Wiggs when Miss Hazy was not
"It's a red necktie," she whispered, "for Billy."
When the train for the North pulled out of the station one Saturday
afternoon it bore an excited passenger. Lovey Mary, in a new dress and
hat, sat on the edge of a seat, with little Robert on one side and
Tommy on the other. When her nervousness grew unbearable she leaned
forward and touched Mrs. Redding on the shoulder:
"Will you please, ma'am, tell me when we get there?"
Mrs. Redding laughed. "Get there, dear? Why, we have just started!"
"I mean to the Cabbage Patch. They're all going to be watching for
me as we go through."
"Is that it?" said Mr. Redding. "Well, I will take the boys, and
you can go out and stand on the platform and watch for your friends."
Lovey Mary hesitated. "Please, sir, can't I take Tommy, too? If it
hadn't 'a' been for him I never would have been here."
So Mr. Redding took them to the rear car, and attaching Lovey Mary
firmly to the railing, and Tommy firmly to Mary, returned to his
"There's Miss Viny's!" cried Lovey Mary, excitedly, as the train
whizzed past. "We're getting there. Hold on to your hat, Tommy, and
get your pocket-handkerchief ready to wave."
The bell began to ring, and the train slowed up at the great water-
"There they are! All of 'em. Hello, Miss Hazy! And there's Asia and
Chris and ever'body!"
Mrs. Wiggs pushed through the little group and held an empty bottle
toward Lovey Mary. "I want you to fill it fer me," she cried
breathlessly. "Fill it full of Niag'ry water. I want to see how them
[Illustration: "Lovey Mary waved until she rounded a curve."]
The train began to move. Miss Hazy threw her apron over her head
and wept. Mrs. Wiggs and Mrs. Eichorn waved their arms and smiled. The
Cabbage Patch, with its crowd of friendly faces, became a blur to the
girl on the platform. Suddenly a figure on a telegraph pole attracted
her attention; it wore a red necktie and it was throwing kisses. Lovey
Mary waved until the train rounded a curve, then she gave Tommy an
"It ain't hard to be good when folks love you," she said, with a
little catch in her voice. "I'll make 'em all proud of me yet!"