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I suppose he is starting out on his rounds now, he thought.
Galletly plunged undauntedly into the conversational gap.
“Quite a fall of snow last night. Reckon we’ll have more ‘fore long. That was a grand sermon ye gave us last Sunday, Mr. Telford. Reckon it went home to some folks, judgin’ from all I’ve heard. It was needed and that’s a fact. ‘Live peaceably with all men’–that’s what I lay out to do. There ain’t a house in the district but what I can drop into and welcome. ‘Tain’t everybody in Rykman’s Corner can say the same.”
Galletly squinted out of the corner of his eye to see if the minister would open on the trail of this hint. Telford’s passive face was discouraging but Galletly was not to be baffled.
“I s’pose ye haven’t heard about the row down at Palmers’ last night?”
“No.”
The monosyllable was curt. Telford was vainly seeking to nip Galletly’s gossip in the bud. The name of Palmer conveyed no especial meaning to his ear. He knew where the Palmer homestead was, and that the plaintive-faced, fair-haired woman, whose name was Mrs. Fuller and who came to church occasionally, lived there. His knowledge went no further. He had called three times and found nobody at home–at least, to all appearances. Now he was fated to have the whole budget of some vulgar quarrel forced on him by Galletly.
“No? Everyone’s talkin’ of it. The long and short of it is that Min Palmer has had a regular up-and-down row with Rose Fuller and turned her and her little gal out of doors. I believe the two women had an awful time. Min’s a Tartar when her temper’s up–and that’s pretty often. Nobody knows how Rose managed to put up with her so long. But she has had to go at last. Goodness knows what the poor critter’ll do. She hasn’t a cent nor a relation–she was just an orphan girl that Palmer brought up. She is at Rawlingses now. Maybe when Min cools off, she’ll let her go back but it’s doubtful. Min hates her like p’isen.”
To Telford this was all very unintelligible. But he understood that Mrs. Fuller was in trouble of some kind and that it was his duty to help her if possible, although he had an odd and unaccountable aversion to the woman, for which he had often reproached himself.
“Who is this woman you call Min Palmer?” he said coldly. “What are the family circumstances? I ought to know, perhaps, if I am to be of any service–but I have no wish to hear idle gossip.”
His concluding sentence was quite unheeded by Galletly.
“Min Palmer’s the worst woman in Rykman’s Corner–or out of it. She always was an odd one. I mind her when she was a girl–a saucy, black-eyed baggage she was! Handsome, some folks called her. I never c’d see it. Her people were a queer crowd and Min was never brung up right–jest let run wild all her life. Well, Rod Palmer took to dancin’ attendance on her. Rod was a worthless scamp. Old Palmer was well off and Rod was his only child, but this Rose lived there and kept house for them after Mis’ Palmer died. She was a quiet, well-behaved little creetur. Folks said the old man wanted Rod to marry her–dunno if ’twas so or not. In the end, howsomever, he had to marry Min. Her brother got after him with a horse-whip, ye understand. Old Palmer was furious but he had to give in and Rod brought her home. She was a bit sobered down by her trouble and lived quiet and sullen-like at first. Her and Rod fought like cat and dog. Rose married Osh Fuller, a worthless, drunken fellow. He died in a year or so and left Rose and her baby without a roof over their heads. Then old Palmer went and brought her home. He set great store by Rose and he c’dn’t bear Min. Min had to be civil to Rose as long as old Palmer lived. Fin’lly Rod up and died and ’twasn’t long before his father went too. Then the queer part came in. Everyone expected that he’d purvide well for Rose and Min’d come in second best. But no will was to be found. I don’t say but what it was all right, mind you. I may have my own secret opinion, of course. Old Palmer had a regular mania, as ye might say, for makin’ wills. He’d have a lawyer out from town every year and have a new will made and the old one burnt. Lawyer Bell was there and made one ’bout eight months ‘fore he died. It was s’posed he’d destroyed it and then died ‘fore he’d time to make another. He went off awful sudden. Anyway, everything went to Min’s child–to Min as ye might say. She’s been boss. Rose still stayed on there and Min let her, which was more than folks expected of her. But she’s turned her out at last. Min’s in one of her tantrums now and ’tain’t safe to cross her path.”