the romance alluded to in the foregoing chapter had been going on, so far as abijah flagg's part of it was concerned, for many years, his affection dating back in his own mind to the first moment that he saw emma jane perkins at the age of nine.
emma jane had shown no sign of reciprocating his attachment until the last three years, when the evolution of the chore-boy into the budding scholar and man of affairs had inflamed even her somewhat dull imagination.
squire bean's wife had taken abijah away from the poorhouse, thinking that she could make him of some little use in her home. abbie flagg, the mother, was neither wise nor beautiful; it is to be feared that she was not even good, and her lack of all these desirable qualities, particularly the last one, had been impressed upon the child ever since he could remember. people seemed to blame him for being in the world at all; this world that had not expected him nor desired him, nor made any provision for him. the great battle-axe of poorhouse opinion was forever leveled at the mere little atom of innocent transgression, until he grew sad and shy, clumsy, stiff, and self-conscious. he had an indomitable craving for love in his heart and had never received a caress in his life.
he was more contented when he came to squire bean's house. the first year he could only pick up chips, carry pine wood into the kitchen, go to the post-office, run errands, drive the cows, and feed the hens, but every day he grew more and more useful.
his only friend was little jim watson, the storekeeper's son, and they were inseparable companions whenever abijah had time for play.
one never-to-be-forgotten july day a new family moved into the white cottage between squire bean's house and the sawyers'. mr. perkins had sold his farm beyond north riverboro and had established a blacksmith's shop in the village, at the edgewood end of the bridge. this fact was of no special interest to the nine-year-old abijah, but what really was of importance, was the appearance of a pretty little girl of seven in the front yard; a pretty little fat doll of a girl, with bright fuzzy hair, pink cheeks, blue eyes, and a smile of almost bewildering continuity. another might have criticised it as having the air of being glued on, but abijah was already in the toils and never wished it to move.
the next day being the glorious fourth and a holiday, jimmy watson came over like david, to visit his favorite jonathan. his jonathan met him at the top of the hill, pleaded a pressing engagement, curtly sent him home, and then went back to play with his new idol, with whom he had already scraped acquaintance, her parents being exceedingly busy settling the new house.
after the noon dinner jimmy again yearned to resume friendly relations, and, forgetting his rebuff, again toiled up the hill and appeared unexpectedly at no great distance from the perkins premises, wearing the broad and beaming smile of one who is confident of welcome.
his morning call had been officious and unpleasant and unsolicited, but his afternoon visit could only be regarded as impudent, audacious, and positively dangerous; for abijah and emma jane were cosily playing house, the game of all others in which it is particularly desirable to have two and not three participants.
at that moment the nature of abijah changed, at once and forever. without a pang of conscience he flew over the intervening patch of ground between himself and his dreaded rival, and seizing small stones and larger ones, as haste and fury demanded, flung them at jimmy watson, and flung and flung, till the bewildered boy ran down the hill howling. then he made a “stickin'” door to the play-house, put the awed emma jane inside and strode up and down in front of the edifice like an indian brave. at such an early age does woman become a distracting and disturbing influence in man's career!
time went on, and so did the rivalry between the poorhouse boy and the son of wealth, but abijah's chances of friendship with emma jane grew fewer and fewer as they both grew older. he did not go to school, so there was no meeting-ground there, but sometimes, when he saw the knot of boys and girls returning in the afternoon, he would invite elijah and elisha, the simpson twins, to visit him, and take pains to be in squire bean's front yard, doing something that might impress his inamorata as she passed the premises.
as jimmy watson was particularly small and fragile, abijah generally chose feats of strength and skill for these prearranged performances.
sometimes he would throw his hat up into the elm trees as far as he could and, when it came down, catch it on his head. sometimes he would walk on his hands, with his legs wriggling in the air, or turn a double somersault, or jump incredible distances across the extended arms of the simpson twins; and his bosom swelled with pride when the girls exclaimed, “isn't he splendid!” although he often heard his rival murmur scornfully, “smarty aleck!”—a scathing allusion of unknown origin.
squire bean, although he did not send the boy to school (thinking, as he was of no possible importance in the universe, it was not worth while bothering about his education), finally became impressed with his ability, lent him books, and gave him more time to study. these were all he needed, books and time, and when there was an especially hard knot to untie, rebecca, as the star scholar of the neighborhood, helped him to untie it.
when he was sixteen he longed to go away from riverboro and be something better than a chore boy. squire bean had been giving him small wages for three or four years, and when the time of parting came presented him with a ten-dollar bill and a silver watch.
many a time had he discussed his future with rebecca and asked her opinion.
this was not strange, for there was nothing in human form that she could not and did not converse with, easily and delightedly. she had ideas on every conceivable subject, and would have cheerfully advised the minister if he had asked her. the fishman consulted her when he couldn't endure his mother-in-law another minute in the house; uncle jerry cobb didn't part with his river field until he had talked it over with rebecca; and as for aunt jane, she couldn't decide whether to wear her black merino or her gray thibet unless rebecca cast the final vote.
abijah wanted to go far away from riverboro, as far as limerick academy, which was at least fifteen miles; but although this seemed extreme, rebecca agreed, saying pensively: “there is a kind of magicness about going far away and then coming back all changed.”
this was precisely abijah's unspoken thought. limerick knew nothing of abbie flagg's worthlessness, birth, and training, and the awful stigma of his poorhouse birth, so that he would start fair. he could have gone to wareham and thus remained within daily sight of the beloved emma jane; but no, he was not going to permit her to watch him in the process of “becoming,” but after he had “become” something. he did not propose to take any risks after all these years of silence and patience. not he! he proposed to disappear, like the moon on a dark night, and as he was, at present, something that mr. perkins would by no means have in the family nor mrs. perkins allow in the house, he would neither return to riverboro nor ask any favors of them until he had something to offer. yes, sir. he was going to be crammed to the eyebrows with learning for one thing,—useless kinds and all,—going to have good clothes, and a good income. everything that was in his power should be right, because there would always be lurking in the background the things he never could help—the mother and the poorhouse.
so he went away, and, although at squire bean's invitation he came back the first year for two brief visits at christmas and easter, he was little seen in riverboro, for mr. ladd finally found him a place where he could make his vacations profitable and learn bookkeeping at the same time.
the visits in riverboro were tantalizing rather than pleasant. he was invited to two parties, but he was all the time conscious of his shirt-collar, and he was sure that his “pants” were not the proper thing, for by this time his ideals of dress had attained an almost unrealizable height. as for his shoes, he felt that he walked on carpets as if they were furrows and he were propelling a plow or a harrow before him. they played drop the handkerchief and copenhagen at the parties, but he had not had the audacity to kiss emma jane, which was bad enough, but jimmy had and did, which was infinitely worse! the sight of james watson's unworthy and over-ambitious lips on emma jane's pink cheek almost destroyed his faith in an overruling providence.
after the parties were over he went back to his old room in squire bean's shed chamber. as he lay in bed his thoughts fluttered about emma jane as swallows circle around the eaves. the terrible sickness of hopeless handicapped love kept him awake. once he crawled out of bed in the night, lighted the lamp, and looked for his mustache, remembering that he had seen a suspicion of down on his rival's upper lip. he rose again half an hour later, again lighted the lamp, put a few drops of oil on his hair, and brushed it violently for several minutes. then he went back to bed, and after making up his mind that he would buy a dulcimer and learn to play on it so that he would be more attractive at parties, and outshine his rival in society as he had aforetime in athletics, he finally sank into a troubled slumber.
those days, so full of hope and doubt and torture, seemed mercifully unreal now, they lay so far back in the past—six or eight years, in fact, which is a lifetime to the lad of twenty—and meantime he had conquered many of the adverse circumstances that had threatened to cloud his career.
abijah flagg was a true child of his native state. something of the same timber that maine puts into her forests, something of the same strength and resisting power that she works into her rocks, goes into her sons and daughters; and at twenty abijah was going to take his fate in his hand and ask mr. perkins, the rich blacksmith, if, after a suitable period of probation (during which he would further prepare himself for his exalted destiny), he might marry the fair emma jane, sole heiress of the perkins house and fortunes.
