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The Romance Of Jedediah
by
“Why not?” said Mattie wickedly. She liked to alarm Selena. “Jed and I were always beaus, you know.”
“Mattie Adams! You don’t mean to say you’re going to make a fool of yourself over Jed Crane again? A woman of your age!”
“Don’t get excited, Selena,” implored Mattie. In the old days Selena could cow her, but that time was past. “I never saw the like of you for getting stirred up over nothing.”
“I’m not excited. I’m perfectly calm. But I might well be excited over your folly, Mattie Adams. The idea of your taking up again with old Jed Crane!”
“He’s fifteen years younger than Jim,” said Mattie, giving thrust for thrust.
When Selena had come over Mattie had not the slightest idea of resuming her former relationship with the romantic Jedediah. She had merely shown him kindness for old friendship’s sake. But so well did the unconscious Selena work in Jed’s behalf that when she flounced off home in a pet Mattie was resolved that she would take Jed back if he wanted to come. She wasn’t going to put up with Selena’s everlasting interference. She would show her that she was independent.
When a week had passed Jed came again. He sold Mattie a stew-pan and he would not go in to tea this time, but they stood and talked in the yard for the best part of an hour, while Selena glared at them from her kitchen window. Their conversation was most innocent and harmless, being mainly gossip about what had come and gone during Jed’s exile. But Mattie knew that Selena thought that she and Jed were making love to each other in this shameless, public fashion. When Jed went, Mattie, more for Selena’s benefit than his, broke off some sprays of honeysuckle and pinned them on his coat. The fragrance went with Jedediah as he drove through Amberley, and pleasant thoughts were born of it.
“It’s romantic,” he told the pony. “Blessed if it ain’t romantic! Not that Mattie cares anything about me now. I know she don’t. But it’s just her kind way. She wants to cheer me up and let me know I’ve a friend still. Get up, my nag, get up. I ain’t one to persoom on her kindness neither; I know my place. But still, say what you will, it’s romantic–this sitooation. This is it. Here I be, loving the ground she walks on, as I’ve always done, and I can’t let on that I do because I’m a poor ne’er-do-well as ain’t fit to look at her, an independent woman with property. And she’s a-showing kindness to me for old times’ sake, and piercing my heart all the time, not knowing. Why, it’s romance with a vengeance, that’s what it is. Get up, my nag, get up.”
Thereafter Jed called at the Adams place every week. Generally he stayed to tea. Mattie always bought something of him to colour an excuse. Her kitchen fairly glittered with new tinware. She gave Selena the overflow by way of heaping coals of fire.
After every visit Jedediah held stern counsel with himself and decided that he must not call to see Mattie again–at least, not for a long time; then he must not stay to tea. He would struggle with himself all the way down the poplar hill–not without a comforting sense of the romance of the struggle–but it always ended the same way. He turned in under the willows and clinked musically into Mattie’s yard. At least, the rattle of the tin-wagon sounded musically to Mattie.
Meanwhile, Selena watched from her window and raged.
Amberley people shrugged their shoulders when gossip noised the matter abroad. But, being good-humoured in the main, they forebore to do more than say that Mattie Adams was free to make a goose of herself if it pleased her, and that Jed Crane wasn’t such a fool as he looked. The Adams farm was one of the best in Amberley, and it had not grown any poorer under Mattie’s management.