Lovey Mary
Copyright© 2024 by Alice Caldwell Hegan Rice
Chapter 5: The Dawn of a Romance
“There is in the worst of fortunes
The best of chances for a happy change.”
“Good land! you all’re so clean in here I’m feared of ketchin’ the pneumony.”
Mrs. Wiggs stood in Miss Hazy’s kitchen and smiled approval at the marvelous transformation.
“Well, now, I don’t think it’s right healthy,” complained Miss Hazy, who was sitting at the machine, with her feet on a soap-box; “so much water sloppin’ round is mighty apt to give a person a cold. But Lovey Mary says she can’t stand it no other way. She’s mighty set, Mis’ Wiggs.”
“Yes, an’ that’s jes what you need, Miss Hazy. You never was set ‘bout nothin’ in yer life. Lovey Mary’s jes took you an’ the house an’ ever’thing in hand, an’ in four weeks got you all to livin’ like white folks. I ain’t claimin’ she ain’t sharp-tongued; I ‘low she’s sassed ‘bout ever’body in the Patch but me by now. But she’s good, an’ she’s smart, an’ some of her sharp corners’ll git pecked off afore her hair grows much longer.”
“Oh, mercy me! here she comes now to git her lunch,” said Miss Hazy, with chagrin. “I ain’t got a thing fixed.”
“You go on an’ sew; I’ll mess up a little somethin’ fer her. She’ll stop, anyway, to talk to Tommy. Did you ever see anything to equal the way she takes on ‘bout that child? She jes natchally analyzes him.”
Lovey Mary, however, did not stop as usual to play with Tommy. She came straight to the kitchen and sat down on the door-step, looking worried and preoccupied.
“How comes it you ain’t singin’?” asked Mrs. Wiggs. “If I had a voice like yourn, folks would have to stop up their years with cotton. I jes find myself watchin’ fer you to come home, so’s I can hear you singin’ them pretty duets round the house.”
Lovey Mary smiled faintly; for a month past she had been unconsciously striving to live up to Mrs. Wiggs’s opinion of her, and the constant praise and commendation of that “courageous captain of compliment” had moved her to herculean effort.
But a sudden catastrophe threatened her. She sat on the door-step, white and miserable. Held tight in the hand that was thrust in her pocket was a letter; it was a blue letter addressed to Miss Hazy in large, dashing characters. Lovey Mary had got it from the postman as she went out in the morning; for five hours she had been racked with doubt concerning it. She felt that it could refer but to one subject, and that was herself. Perhaps Miss Bell had discovered her hiding- place, or, worse still, perhaps Kate Rider had seen her at the factory and was writing for Tommy. Lovey Mary crushed the letter in her hand; she would not give it to Miss Hazy. She would outwit Kate again.
“All right, honey,” called Mrs. Wiggs; “here you are. ‘T ain’t much of a lunch, but it’ll fill up the gaps. Me an’ Miss Hazy jes been talkin’ ‘bout you.”
Lovey Mary glanced up furtively. Could they have suspected anything?
“Didn’t yer years sorter burn! We was speakin’ of the way you’d slicked things up round here. I was a-sayin’ even if you was a sorter repeatin’-rifle when it come to answerin’ back, you was a good, nice girl.”
Lovey Mary smoothed out the crumpled letter in her pocket. “I’m ‘fraid
I ain’t as good as you make me out,” she said despondently.
“Oh, yes, she is,” said Miss Hazy, with unusual animation; “she’s a rale good girl, when she ain’t sassy.”
This unexpected praise was too much for Lovey Mary. She snatched the letter from her pocket and threw it on the table, not daring to trust her good impulse to last beyond the minute.
“‘Miss Marietta Hazy, South Avenue and Railroad Crossing,’” read Mrs.
Wiggs, in amazement.
“Oh, surely it ain’t got me on the back of it!” cried Miss Hazy, rising hurriedly from the machine and peering over her glasses. “You open it, Mis’ Wiggs; I ain’t got the nerve to.”
With chattering teeth and trembling hands Lovey Mary sat before her untasted food. She could hear Tommy’s laughter through the open window, and the sound brought tears to her eyes. But Mrs. Wiggs’s voice recalled her, and she nerved herself for the worst.
“Miss Hazy.
“DEAR MISS [Mrs. Wiggs read from the large type-written sheet before her]: Why not study the planets and the heavens therein? In casting your future, I find that thou wilt have an active and succesful year for business, but beware of the law. You are prudent and amiable and have a lively emagination. You will have many ennemies; but fear not, for in love you will be faitful and sincer, and are fitted well fer married life.”
“They surely ain’t meanin’ me?” asked Miss Hazy, in great perturbation.
“Yes, ma’am,” said Mrs. Wiggs, emphatically; “it’s you, plain as day. Let’s go on:
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