Doctor Luke of the Labrador Part 7

There was the noise of rain on the panes and wind without, and the heavy tread of Skipper Tommy's feet, coming up the stair, but no other sound.

But Skipper Tommy, entering now, moved a chair to my mother's bedside, and laid a hand on hers, his old face illumined by his unfailing faith in the glory and wisdom of his G.o.d.

"Hus.h.!.+" he said. "Don't you go gettin' scared la.s.s. Don't you go gettin'

scared at--the thing that's comin'--t' you. 'Tis nothin' t' fear," he went on, gloriously confident. "'Tis not hard, I'm sure--the Lard's too kind for that. He just lets us think it is, so He can give us a lovely surprise, when the time comes. Oh, no, 'tis not _hard_! 'Tis but like wakin' up from a troubled dream. 'Tis like wakin' t' the sunlight of a new, clear day. Ah, 'tis a pity us all can't wake with you t' the beauty o' the morning! But the dear Lard is kind. There comes an end t' all the dreamin'. He takes our hand. 'The day is broke,' says He. 'Dream no more, but rise, child o' Mine, an' come into the suns.h.i.+ne with Me.' 'Tis only that that's comin' t' you--only His gentle touch--an' the waking.

Hus.h.!.+ Don't you go gettin' scared. 'Tis a lovely thing--that's comin' t'

you!"

"I'm not afraid," my mother whispered, turning. "I'm not afraid, Skipper Tommy. But I'm sad--oh I'm sad--to have to leave----"

She looked tenderly upon me.

VII

The WOMAN from WOLF COVE

My mother lay thus abandoned for seven days. It was very still and solemn in the room--and there was a hush in all the house; and there was a mystery, which even the break of day could not dissolve, and a shadow, which the streaming sunlight could not drive away. Beyond the broad window of her room, the hills of Skull Island and G.o.d's Warning stood yellow in the spring suns.h.i.+ne, rivulets dripping from the ragged patches of snow which yet lingered in the hollows; and the harbour water rippled under balmy, fragrant winds from the wilderness; and workaday voices, strangely unchanged by the solemn change upon our days, came drifting up the hill from my father's wharves; and, ay, indeed, all the world of sea and land was warm and wakeful and light of heart, just as it used to be.

But within, where were the shadow and the mystery, we walked on tiptoe and spoke in whispers, lest we offend the spirit which had entered in.

By day my father was occupied with the men of the place, who were then anxiously fitting out for the fis.h.i.+ng season, which had come of a sudden with the news of a fine sign at Battle Harbour. But my mother did not mind, but, rather, smiled, and was content to know that he was about his business--as men must be, whatever may come to pa.s.s in the house--and that he was useful to the folk of our harbour, whom she loved. And my dear sister--whose heart and hands G.o.d fas.h.i.+oned with kind purpose--gave full measure of tenderness for both; and my mother was grateful for that, as she ever was for my sister's loving kindness to her and to me and to us all.

One night, being overwrought by sorrow, it may be, my father said that he would have the doctor-woman from Wolf Cove to help my mother.

"For," said he, "I been thinkin' a deal about she, o' late, an' they's no tellin' that she wouldn't do you good."

My mother raised her eyebrows. "The doctor-woman!" cried she. "Why, David!"

"Ay," said my father, looking away, "I s'pose 'tis great folly in me t'

think it. But they isn't no one else t' turn to."

And that was unanswerable.

"There seems to be no one else," my mother admitted. "But, David--the doctor-woman?"

"They _does_ work cures," my father pursued. "I'm not knowin' _how_ they does; but they does, an' that's all I'm sayin'. Tim Budderly o' the Arm told me--an' 'twas but an hour ago--that she charmed un free o'

fits."

"I have heard," my mother mused, "that they work cures. And if----"

"They's no knowin' what she can do," my father broke in, my mother now listening eagerly. "An' I just wish you'd leave me go fetch her. Won't you, la.s.s? Come, now!"

"'Tis no use, David," said my mother. "She couldn't do anything--for me."

"Ay, but," my father persisted, "you're forgettin' that she've worked cures afore this. I'm fair believin'," he added with conviction, "that they's virtue in some o' they charms. Not in many, maybe, but in some.

An' she might work a cure on you. I'm not sayin' she will. I'm only sayin' she might."

My mother stared long at the white washed rafters overhead. "Oh," she sighed, plucking at the coverlet, "if only she could!"

"She might," said my father. "They's no tellin' till you've tried."

"'Tis true, David," my mother whispered, still fingering the coverlet.

"G.o.d works in strange ways--and we've no one else in this land to help us--and, perhaps, He might----"

My father was quick to press his advantage. "Ay," he cried, "'tis very _likely_ she'll cure you."

"David," said my mother, tearing at the coverlet, "let us have her over to see me. She might do me good," she ran on, eagerly. "She might at least tell me what I'm ailing of. She might stop the pain. She might even----"

"Hus.h.!.+" my father interrupted, softly. "Don't build on it, dear," said he, who had himself, but a moment gone, been so eager and confident.

"But we'll try what she can do."

"Ay, dear," my mother whispered, in a voice grown very weak, "we'll try."

Skipper Tommy Lovejoy would have my father leave _him_ fetch the woman from Wolf Cove, nor, to my father's impatient surprise, would hear of any other; and he tipped me a happy wink--which had also a glint of mystery in it--when my father said that he might: whereby I knew that the old fellow was about the business of the book. And three days later, being on the lookout at the window of my mother's room, I beheld the punt come back by way of North Tickle, Skipper Tommy labouring heavily at the oars, and the woman, squatted in the stern, serenely managing the sail to make the best of a capful of wind. I marvelled that the punt should make headway so poor in the quiet water--and that she should be so much by the stern--and that Skipper Tommy should be bent near double--until, by and by, the doctor-woman came waddling up the path, the skipper at her heels: whereupon I marvelled no more, for the reason was quite plain.

"Ecod! lad," the skipper whispered, taking me aside, the while wiping the sweat from his red face with his hand; "but she'll weigh five quintal if a pound! She's e-_nar_-mous! 'Twould break your heart t' pull _that_ cargo from Wolf Cove. But I managed it, lad," with a solemn wink, "for the good o' the cause. Hist! now; but I found out a wonderful lot--about cures!"

Indeed, she was of a bulk most extraordinary; and she was rolling in fat, above and below, though it was springtime! 'Twas a wonder to me, with our folk not yet fattened by the more generous diet of the season, that she had managed to preserve her great double chin through the winter. It may be that this unfathomable circ.u.mstance first put me in awe of her; but I am inclined to think, after all, that it was her eyes, which were not like the eyes of our folk, but were brown--dog's eyes, we call them on our coast, for we are a blue-eyed race--and upon occasion flashed like lightning. So much weight did she carry forward, too, that I fancied (and still believe) she would have toppled over had she not long ago learned to outwit nature in the matter of maintaining a balance. And an odd figure she cut, as you may be sure! For she was dressed somewhat in the fas.h.i.+on of men, with a cloth cap, rusty pea-jacket and sea-boots (the last, for some mysterious reason, being slit up the sides, as a brief skirt disclosed); and her grizzled hair was cut short, in the manner of men, but yet with some of the coquetry of women. In truth, as we soon found it was her boast that she was the equal of men, her complaint that the foolish way of the world (which she said had gone all askew) would not let her skipper a schooner, which, as she maintained in a deep ba.s.s voice, she was more capable of doing than most men.

"I make no doubt o' that, mum," said Skipper Tommy Lovejoy, to whom, in the kitchen, that night, she propounded her strange philosophy; "but you see, mum, '_tis_ the way o' the world, an' folks just _will_ stick t'

their idees, an', mum," he went on, with a propitiating smile, "as you is only a woman, why----"

"_Only_ a woman!" she roared, sitting up with a jerk. "Does you say----"

"Why, ay, mum!" Skipper Tommy put in, mildly. "You _isn't_ a man, is you?"

She sat dumb and transfixed.

"Well, then," said Skipper Tommy, in a mildly argumentative way, "'tis as I says. You must do as the women does, an' not as a man might want to----"

"Mm-a-an!" she mocked, in a way that withered the poor skipper. "No, I isn't a man! Was you hearin' me _say_ I was? Oh, you _wasn't_, wasn't you? An' is you thinkin' I'd _be_ a man an I could? What!" she roared.

"You isn't _sure_ about that, isn't you? Oh, my! Isn't you! Well, well!

He isn't _sure_," appealing to me, with a shaking under lip. "Oh, my!

There's a man--_he's_ a man for you--there's a _man_--puttin' a poor woman t' scorn! Oh, my!" she wailed, bursting into tears, as all women will, when put to the need of it. "Oh, dear!"

Skipper Tommy was vastly concerned for her. "My poor woman," he began, "don't you be cryin', now. Come, now----"

"Oh, his _poor_ woman," she interrupted, bitingly. "_His_ poor woman!

Oh, my! An' I s'pose you thinks 'tis the poor woman's place t' work in the splittin' stage an' not on the deck of a fore-an'-after. You does, does you? Ay, 'tis what I _s'posed_!" she said, with scorn. "An' if _you_ married _me_," she continued, transfixing the terrified skipper with a fat forefinger, "I s'pose you'd be wantin' me t' split the fish you cotched. Oh, you would, would you? Oh, my! But I'll have you t'

know, Skipper Thomas Lovejoy," with a sudden and alarming change of voice, "that I've the makin's of a better s.h.i.+p's-master than _you_. An'

by the Lord Harry! I'm a better _man_," saying which, she leaped from her chair with surprising agility, and began to roll up her sleeves, "an' I'll prove it on your wisage! Come on with you!" she cried, striking a belligerent att.i.tude, her fists waving in a fas.h.i.+on most terrifying. "Come on an you dare!"

Skipper Tommy dodged behind the table in great haste and horror.