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The Taking Of Captain Ball
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“That Mis’ French wanted to get the minister’s folks to back her up, don’t you understand?” was Mrs. Topliff’s comment. “I should think the Calvinns wouldn’t want to be so free and easy with a woman from nobody knows where. She runs in and out o’ the parsonage any time o’ day, as Ann Ball never took it upon her to do. Ann liked Mis’ Calvinn, but she always had to go through with just so much, and be formal with everybody.”
“I’ll tell you something that exasperated me,” confided the disappointed Miranda. “That night they was there to tea, Mis’ Calvinn was praising up a handsome flowered china bowl that was on the table, with some new kind of a fancy jelly in it, and the Cap’n told her to take it along when she went home, if she wanted to, speakin’ right out thoughtless, as men do; and that Mis’ French chirped up, ‘Yes, I’m glad; you ought to have somethin’ to remember the cap’n’s sister by,’ says she. Can’t you hear just how up an’ comin’ it was?”
“I can so,” said Mrs. Topliff. “I see that bowl myself on Miss Calvinn’s card-table, when I was makin’ a call there day before yesterday. I wondered how she come by it. ‘Tis an elegant bowl. Ann must have set the world by it, poor thing. Wonder if he ain’t goin’ to give remembrances to those that knew his sister ever since they can remember? Mirandy Hull, that Mis’ French is a fox!”
“‘T was Widow Sparks gave me the particulars,” continued Mrs. Topliff. “She declared at first that never would she step foot inside his doors again, but I always thought the cap’n put up with a good deal. Her husband’s havin’ been killed in one o’ his ships by a fall when he was full o’ liquor, and her bein’ there so much to help Ann, and their havin’ provided for her all these years one way an’ another, didn’t give her the right to undertake the housekeepin’ and direction o’ everything soon as Ann died. She dressed up as if ‘t was for meetin’, and ‘tended the front door, and saw the folks that came. You’d thought she was ma’am of everything; and to hear her talk up to the cap’n! I thought I should die o’ laughing when he blowed out at her. You know how he gives them great whoos when he’s put about. ‘Go below, can’t ye, till your watch’s called,’ says he, same’s ‘t was aboard ship; but there! everybody knew he was all broke down, and everything tried him. But to see her flounce out o’ that back door!”
“‘T was the evenin’ after the funeral,” Miranda said, presently. “I was there, too, you may rec’lect, seeing what I could do. The cap’n thought I was the proper one to look after her things, and guard against moths. He said there wa’n’t no haste, but I knew better, an’ told him I’d brought some camphire right with me. Well, did you git anything further out o’ Mis’ Sparks?”
“That French woman made all up with her, and Mis’ Sparks swallowed her resentment. She’s a good-feelin’, ignorant kind o’ woman, an’ she needed the money bad,” answered Mrs. Topliff. “If you’ll never repeat, I’ll tell you somethin’ that’ll make your eyes stick out, Miranda.”
Miranda promised, and filled her mouth with pins preparatory to proper silence.
“You know the Balls had a half-brother that went off out West somewhere in New York State years ago. I don’t remember him, but he brought up a family, and some of ’em came here an’ made visits. Ann used to get letters from ’em sometimes, she’s told me, and I dare say used to do for ’em. Well, Mis’ Sparks says that there was a smart young Miss Ball, niece, or great-niece o’ the cap’n, wrote on and wanted to come an’ live with him for the sake o’ the home–his own blood and kin, you see, and very needy–and Mis’ Sparks heard ’em talk about her, and that wicked, low, offscourin’ has got round Asaph Ball till he’s consented to put the pore girl off. You see, she wants to contrive time to make him marry her, and then she’ll do as she pleases about his folks. Now ain’t it a shame? When I see her parade up the broad aisle, I want to stick out my tongue at her–I do so, right in meetin’. If the cap’n’s goin’ to have a shock within a year, I could wish it might be soon, to disappoint such a woman. Who is she, anyway? She makes me think o’ some carr’on bird pouncin’ down on us right out o’ the air.” Mrs. Topliff sniffed and jerked about in her chair, having worked herself into a fine fit of temper.