But while James had little learning himself, he appreciated it highly in
others. I had occasion to ask him once why it was that the son of one
of his neighbors, in closing up his father's estate, had not settled his
accounts regularly in the probate court. “Oh, I know how that was,” he
replied; “he settled 'em the other way. You see, he went to the college
at Woonsocket, and he learned there how to settle accounts the other
way: and that's the way he settled 'em.” And then he added, “When Alvin
left the college, they giv' him a book that tells how to do all kinds
of business, and what you want to do so's to make money; and Alvin has
always followed them rules. The consequence is, he's made money, and
what he 's made, he 's kep' it. I suppose he's worth not less than
sixteen hundred dollars.”
Sometimes he would venture a remark of a gallant nature. “They don't
generally git the lights in the hall so as to suit me,” he once said.
“I don't want it too light, because then it hurts my eyes; but I want it
light enough so as 't I can see the women!”
James was a large, strong man, but Mrs. Parsons, although she was little
and slight, and was always ailing, constantly assumed the rôle of her
husband's nurse and protector, not only in household matters, but in
other affairs of life. Whenever she had visitors,--and she and James
were hospitable in the extreme,--she was pretty sure to end up, sooner
or later, if James were present, with some droll criticism of him, as
much to his delight as to hers.
James sometimes liked to affect a certain harshness of demeanor; but the
disguise was a transparent one. How well do I remember the time--oh,
so long ago!--when for some reason or other I happened to have his boat
instead of my own, one day, with one of the boys of the village, to go
to Matamet, twelve miles off, to visit certain lobster-pots which we had
set. We were delayed there by breaking our boom, in jibing. We should
have been at home at noon; at seven in the evening we were not yet in
sight. When we got in, rather crestfallen at our disaster, particularly
as the boat was wanted for the next day, James met us at the pier. We
were boys then, and his tongue was free. As he stood there on the shore,
bare-headed, hastily summoned from his house, with his hair blowing in
the wind, waving his hands and addressing first us and then a knot of
men who stood smoking by, no words of censure were too harsh, no
comment on our carelessness too cutting, no laments too keen over the
irreparable loss of that particular boom. The next time I could take my
own boat, if I were going to get cast away. And I remember well how he
ended his tirade. “I did n't care nothing about you two,” he said. “If
you want to git drownded, git drownded; it ain't nothing to me. All I
was afraid of was that you 'd gone and capsized my boat, and would
n't never turn up to tell where you sunk her. But as for you--” and he
laughed a laugh of heartless indifference.
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