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"An', Bessie," said I, "he said a queer thing."
She glanced a question.
"He said your name!"
She was much interested--but hopelessly puzzled. For a moment she gazed intently at the stars. Then she sighed.
"He've a great grief," I repeated, sighing, "an' he've been wicked."
"Oh, no--not wicked!"
"Ay," I persisted, gently, "wicked; for he've told me so with his own tongue."
"Not wicked!"
"But he've _said_ so," I insisted, nettled, on the instant, by my sister's perversity.
"I'm thinkin' he couldn't be," she said.
"Sure, why not?" I demanded.
She looked away for a moment--through the window, into the far, starlit sky, which the light of the moon was fast paling; and I thought my question forgot.
"Why not, sister?"
"I--don't know--why not!" she whispered.
I kissed my sister good-night, while yet she puzzled over this, and slipped off to my own room, lifting my night-dress, as I tiptoed along, lest I trip and by some clumsy commotion awake my friend to his bitterness. Once back in my bed--once again lying alone in the tranquil night--I found the stars still peeping in at my window, still twinkling companionably, as I had left them. And I thought, as my mother had taught me, of these little watchmen, serene, constant, wise in their great remoteness--and of him who lay in unquiet sleep near by--and, then, understanding nothing of the mystery, nor caring to know, but now secure in the unquestioning faith of childhood, I closed my eyes to sleep: for the stars still shone on, flashing each its little message of serenity to the troubled world.
XV
THE WOLF
In course of time, the mail-boat cleared our harbour of wrecked folk; and within three weeks of that day my father was cast away on Ill Wind Head: being alone on the way to Preaching Cove with the skiff, at the moment, for fish to fill out the bulk of our first shipment to the market at St. John's, our own catch having disappointed the expectation of us every one. My sister and I were then left to manage my father's business as best we could: which we must determine to do, come weal or woe, for we knew no other way. My sister said, moreover, that, whether we grew rich or poor, 'twas wise and kind to do our best, lest our father's folk, who had ever been loyal to his trade, come upon evil times at the hands of traders less careful of their welfare. Large problems of management we did not perceive, but only the simple, immediate labour, to which we turned with naively willing heads and hands, sure that, because of the love abroad in all the world, no evil would befall us.
"'Twill be fortune," my sister said, in her sweet and hopeful way; "for the big world is good, Davy," said she, "to such as are bereft."
"I'm not so sure o' that."
"Ay," she repeated, unshaken, "the world is kind."
"You is but a girl, Bessie," said I, "an' not well acquaint with the way o' the world. Still an' all," I mused, "Skipper Tommy says 'tis kind, an' he've growed wonderful used t' livin'."
"We'll not fear the world."
"No, no! We'll not fear it. I'll be a man, sister, for your sake."
"An' I a true woman," said she, "for yours."
To Tom Tot we gave the handling of the fish and stores, resolving, also, to stand upon his judgment in the matter of dealing supplies to the thriftless and the unfortunate, whether generously or with a sparing hand, for the men of our harbour were known to him, every one, in strength and conscience and will for toil. As for the shop, said we, we would mind it ourselves, for 'twas but play to do it; and thus, indeed, it turned out: so hearty was the sport it provided that my sister and I would hilariously race for the big key (which hung on a high nail in the dining-room) whenever a customer came. I would not have you think us unfeeling. G.o.d knows, we were not that! 'Twas this way with us: each hid the pain, and thus thought to deceive the other into a happier mood. We did well enough in the shop; but we could make neither head nor tail of the books in my father's safe; and when our bewilderment and heartache came to ears of the doctor he said that he would himself manage the letters and keep the books in the intervals of healing the sick: which, with a medicine chest they had brought ash.o.r.e from the wreck, he had already begun to practice.
It seemed, then, to my sister and me, that the current of our life once more ran smooth.
And Jagger of Wayfarer's Tickle--the same who sat at cards with the mail-boat doctor and beat his dog with the b.u.t.t of a whip--having got news of my father's death, came presently to our harbour, with that in mind which jumped ill with our plans. We had dispiriting weather: a raw wind bowled in from the northeast, whipping the fog apace; and the sea, as though worried out of patience, broke in a short, white-capped lop, running at cross purposes with the ground swell. 'Twas evil sailing for small craft: so whence came this man's courage for the pa.s.sage 'tis past me even now to fathom; for he had no liking to be at sea, but, rather, cursed the need of putting out, without fail, and lay p.r.o.ne below at such unhappy times as the sloop chanced to toss in rough waters, praying all the time with amazing ferocity. Howbeit, across the bay he came, his lee rail smothered; and when he had landed, he shook his gigantic fist at the sea and burst into a triumphant bellow of blasphemy, most thrilling (as we were told) to hear: whereafter, with a large air (as of prospective ownership), he inspected the flakes and storehouses, heartily condemned them, wished our gaping crew to perdition, and, out of breath at last, moved up the path to our house, his great dog hanging like a shadow at his heels--having come and gone on the wharves, as Tom Tot said, like a gale o' wind.
My sister and I sat dreaming in the evening light--wherein, of soft shadows and western glory, fine futures may by any one be fashioned.
"'Tis rich," said I, "that _I'm_ wantin' t' be."
"Not I," said she.
"Not you?"
"Not rich," she answered, "but helpful t' such as do the work o' the world."
"T' me, Bessie?"
"Ay," with a smile and half a sigh, "t' you."
"An' only me? I'd not be selfish with you. Is you wishin' t' be helpful--only t' me?"
"No."
"T' him?"
"An it please you," she softly answered.
"An' we t' you, Bessie!" I cried, in a rapture, kissing her plump little hand, which lay over my shoulder, convenient to my lips. "Ay, for your loving-kindness, my sister!"
"'Tis t' you, first of all, Davy," she protested, quickly, "that I'm wishin' t' be helpful; an' then t' him, an' then t'----"
"T' who?" I demanded, frowning.
"All the world," said she.
"Very well," said I, much relieved to find that the interloper was no more to be dreaded. "I'll not mind _that_. 'Tis as you like. You'll help whomso you please--an' as many. For I'm t' be rich. Rich--look you! I'll have seven schooners t' sail the northern Labrador, as the doctor says.
I'll never be content with less. Seven I'll have, my dear, t' fish from the Straits t' Chidley. I'll have the twins t' be masters o' two; but I'll sail the big one--the swift one--the hundred-tonner--ay, la.s.s, I'll sail she, with me own hands. An', ecod! Bessie, _I'll_ crack it on!"
"You'll not be rash, dear?" said she, anxiously.