Annie Kilburn | Page 6

W. Peck. He's from down Penobscotport way,
in Maine. I guess he's all right."
Miss Kilburn did not reply. Her mind had been taken off the monument
for the moment by her dislike for the name of the new minister, and the
Victory had seized the opportunity to get back.
Bolton sighed deeply, and continued in a strain whose diffusiveness at

last became perceptible to Miss Kilburn through her own humiliation.
"There's some in every community that's bound to complain, I don't
care what you do to accommodate 'em; and what I done, I done as
much to stop their clack as anything, and give him the right sort of a
start off, an' I guess I did. But Mis' Bolton she didn't know but what
you'd look at it in the light of a libbutty, and I didn't know but what you
would think I no business to done it."
He seemed to be addressing a question to her, but she only replied with
a dazed frown, and Bolton was obliged to go on.
"I didn't let him room in your part of the house; that is to say, not sleep
there; but I thought, as you was comin' home, and I better be airin' it up
some, anyway, I might as well let him set in the old Judge's room. If
you think it was more than I had a right to do, I'm willin' to pay for it.
Git up!" Bolton turned fully round toward his horses, to hide the
workings of emotion in his face, and shook the reins like a desperate
man.
"What are you talking about, Mr. Bolton?" cried Miss Kilburn. "Whom
are you talking about?"
Bolton answered, with a kind of violence, "Mr. Peck; I took him to
board, first off."
"You took him to board?"
"Yes. I know it wa'n't just accordin' to the letter o' the law, and the old
Judge was always pootty p'tic'lah. But I've took care of the place goin'
on twenty years now, and I hain't never had a chick nor a child in it
before. The child," he continued, partly turning his face round again,
and beginning to look Miss Kilburn in the eye, "wa'n't one to touch
anything, anyway, and we kep' her in our part all the while; Mis' Bolton
she couldn't seem to let her out of her sight, she got so fond of her, and
she used to follow me round among the hosses like a kitten. I declare, I
miss her."
Bolton's face, the colour of one of the lean ploughed fields of Hatboro',

and deeply furrowed, lighted up with real feeling, which he tried to
make go as far in the work of reconciling Miss Kilburn as if it had been
factitious.
"But I don't understand," she said. "What child are you talking about?"
"Mr. Peck's."
"Was he married?" she asked, with displeasure, she did not know why.
"Well, yes, he had been," answered Bolton. "But she'd be'n in the
asylum ever since the child was born."
"Oh," said Miss Kilburn, with relief; and she fell back upon the seat
from which she had started forward.
Bolton might easily have taken her tone for that of disgust. He faced
round upon her once more. "It was kind of queer, his havin' the child
with him, an' takin' most the care of her himself; and so, as I say, Mis'
Bolton and me we took him in, as much to stop folks' mouths as
anything, till they got kinder used to it. But we didn't take him into your
part, as I say; and as I say, I'm willin' to pay you whatever you say for
the use of the old Judge's study. I presume that part of it was a
libbutty."
"It was all perfectly right, Mr. Bolton," said Miss Kilburn.
"His wife died anyway, more than a year ago," said Bolton, as if the
fact completed his atonement to Miss Kilburn, "Git ep! I told him from,
the start that it had got to be a temporary thing, an' 't I only took him till
he could git settled somehow. I guess he means to go to house-keepin',
if he can git the right kind of a house-keeper; he wants an old one. If it
was a young one, I guess he wouldn't have any great trouble, if he went
about it the right way." Bolton's sarcasm was merely a race sarcasm.
He was a very mild man, and his thick-growing eyelashes softened and
shadowed his grey eyes, and gave his lean face pathos.
"You could have let him stay till he had found a suitable place," said

Miss Kilburn.
"Oh, I wa'n't goin' to do that," said Bolton. "But I'm 'bliged to you just
the same."
They came up in sight