Sam Lawson's Oldtown Fireside Stories. Stowe Harriet Beecher
he got away, his conscience sort o’ nagged him, and he was minded to be a good husband. At any rate, he wrote a good loving letter to her, and sent his love to Ruth, and sent over lots o’ little keepsakes and things for her, and told her that he left her under good protection, and wanted her to try and make up her mind to marry Jeff, as that would keep the property together.
“Wal, now there couldn’t be no sort o’ sugar sweeter than Jeff was to them lone wimmen. Jeff was one o’ the sort that could be all things to all wimmen. He waited and he tended, and he was as humble as any snake in the grass that ever ye see and the old lady, she clean fell in with him, but Ruth, she seemed to have a regular spite agin him. And she that war as gentle as a lamb, that never had so much as a hard thought of a mortal critter, and wouldn’t tread on a worm, she was so set agin Jeff, that she wouldn’t so much as touch his hand when she got out o’ her kerridge.
“Wal, now comes the strange part o’ my story: Ruth was one o’ the kind that hes the gift o’ seein’. She was born with a veil over her face!”
This mysterious piece of physiological information about Ruth was given with a look and air that announced something very profound and awful; and we both took up the inquiry, “Born with a veil over her face? How should that make her see?”
“Wal, boys, how should I know? But the fact is so. There’s those as is wal known as lies the gift o’ seein’ what others can’t see: they can see through walls and houses; they can see people’s hearts; they can see what’s to come. They don’t know nothin’ how ‘tis, but this ‘ere knowledge comes to ‘em: it’s a gret gift; and that sort’s born with the veil over their faces. Ruth was o’ these ‘ere. Old Granny Badger she was the knowingest old nuss in all these parts; and she was with Ruth’s mother when she was born, and she told Lady Lothrop all about it. Says she, ‘You may depend upon it that child ‘ll have the “second-sight,”’ says she. Oh, that ‘are fact was wal known! Wal, that was the reason why Jeff Sullivan couldn’t come it round Ruth tho’ he was silkier than a milkweed-pod, and jest about as patient as a spider in his hole a watchin’ to got his grip on a fly. Ruth wouldn’t argue with him, and she wouldn’t flout him; but she jest shut herself up in herself, and kept a lookout on him; but she told your Aunt Lois jest what she thought about him.
“Wal, in about six months, come the news that the Gineral was dead. He dropped right down in his tracks, dead with apoplexy, as if he had been shot; and Lady Maxwell she writ a long letter to my lady and Ruth. Ye see, he’d got to be Sir Thomas Sullivan over there; and he was a comin’ home to take ‘em all over to England to live in grande’r. Wal, my Lady Sullivan (she was then, ye see) she took it drefful hard. Ef they’d a been the lovingest couple in the world, she couldn’t a took it harder. Aunt Polly, she said it was all ‘cause she thought so much of him, that she fit him so. There’s women that thinks so much o’ their husbands, that they won’t let ‘em hev no peace o’ their life; and I expect it war so with her poor soul! Any way, she went right down smack when she heard he was dead. She was abed, sick, when the news come; and she never spoke nor smiled, jest turned her back to everybody, and kinder wilted and wilted, and was dead in a week. And there was poor little Ruth left all alone in the world, with neither kith nor kin but Jeff.
“Wal, when the funeral was over, and the time app’inted to read the will and settle up matters, there wa’n’t no will to be found nowhere, high nor low.
“Lawyer Dean he flew round like a parched pea on a shovel. He said he thought he could a gone in the darkest night, and put his hand on that ‘ere will; but when he went where he thought it was, he found it warn’t there, and he knowed he’d kep’ it under lock and key. What he thought was the will turned out to be an old mortgage. Wal, there was an awful row and a to-do about it, you may be sure. Ruth, she jist said nothin’ good or bad. And her not speakin’ made Jeff a sight more uncomfortable than ef she’d a hed it out with him. He told her it shouldn’t make no sort o’ difference; that he should allers stand ready to give her all he hed, if she’d only take him with it. And when it came to that she only gin him a look, and went out o’ the room.
“Jeff he flared and flounced and talked, and went round and round a rumpussin’ among the papers, but no will was forthcoming high or low. Wal, now here comes what’s remarkable. Ruth she told this ‘ere, all the particulars, to yer Aunt Lois and Lady Lothrop. She said that the night after the funeral she went up to her chamber. Ruth had the gret front chamber, opposite to Mis’ Sullivan’s. I’ve been in it; it was a monstrous big room, with outlandish furniture in it, that the Gineral brought over from an old palace out to Italy. And there was a great big lookin’-glass over the dressin’-table, that they said come from Venice, that swung so that you could see the whole room in it. Wal, she was a standin’ front o’ this, jist goin’ to undress herself, a hearin’ the rain drip on the leaves and the wind a whishin’ and whisperin’ in the old elm-trees, and jist a thinkin’ over her lot, and what should she do now, all alone in the world, when of a sudden she felt a kind o’ lightness in her head, and she thought she seemed to see somebody in the glass a movin’. And she looked behind, and there wa’n’t nobody there. Then she looked forward in the glass, and saw a strange big room, that she’d never seen before, with a long painted winder in it; and along side o’ this stood a tall cabinet with a good many drawers in it. And she saw herself, and knew that it was herself, in this room, along with another woman whose back was turned towards her. She saw herself speak to this woman, and p’int to the cabinet. She saw the woman nod her head. She saw herself go to the cabinet, and open the middle drawer, and take out a bundle o’ papers from the very back end on’t. She saw her take out a paper from the middle, and open it, and hold it up; and she knew that there was the missin’ will. Wal, it all overcome her so that she fainted clean away. And her maid found her a lyin’ front o’ the dressin’-table on the floor.
“She was sick of a fever for a week or fortnight a’ter; and your Aunt Lois she was down takin’ care of her; and, as soon as she got able to be moved, she was took out to Lady Lothrop’s. Jeff he was jist as attentive and good as he could be; but she wouldn’t bear him near her room. If he so much as set a foot on the stairs that led to it she’d know it, and got so wild that he hed to be kept from comin’ into the front o’ the house. But he was doin’ his best to buy up good words from everybody. He paid all the servants double; he kept every one in their places, and did so well by ‘em all that the gen’l word among ‘em was that Miss Ruth couldn’t do better than to marry such a nice, open-handed gentleman.
“Wal, Lady Lothrop she wrote to Lady Maxwell all that hed happened; and Lady Maxwell, she sent over for Ruth to come over and be a companion for her, and said she’d adopt her, and be as a mother to her.
“Wal, then Ruth she went over with some gentlefolks that was goin’ back to England, and offered to see her safe and sound; and so she was set down at Lady Maxwell’s manor. It was a grand place, she said, and such as she never see before, – like them old gentry places in England. And Lady Maxwell she made much of her, and cosseted her up for the sake of what the old Gineral had said about her. And Ruth she told her all her story, and how she believed that the will was to be found somewhere, and that she should be led to see it yet.
“She told her, too, that she felt it in her that Cap’n Oliver wasn’t dead, and that he’d come back yet. And Lady Maxwell she took up for her with might and main, and said she’d stand by her. But then, ye see, so long as there warn’t no will to be found, there warn’t nothin’ to be done. Jeff was the next heir; and he’d got every thing, stock, and lot, and the estate in England into the bargain. And folks was beginnin’ to think putty well of him, as folks allers does when a body is up in the world, and hes houses and lands. Lordy massy! riches allers covers a multitude o’ sins.
“Finally, when Ruth hed ben six months with her, one day Lady Maxwell got to tellin’ her all about her history, and what hed ben atween her and her cousin, when they was young, and how they hed a quarrel and he flung off to Ameriky, and all them things that it don’t do folks no good to remember when it’s all over and can’t be helped. But she was a lone body, and it seemed to do her good to talk about it.
“Finally, she says to Ruth, says she, ‘I ‘ll show you a room in this house you