Across the Years

by Eleanor H. Porter

“Of course, things was different then. What with the babies and the housework, Betty couldn’t get out much, and we didn’t see much of her. When we did see her, though, she’d smile and toss her head in the old way and say how happy she was and didn’t we think her babies was the prettiest things ever, and all that. And we did, of course, and told her so.

“But we couldn’t help seein’ that she was gettin’ thin and white and that no matter how she tossed her head, there wa’n’t any curls there to bob like they used to, ’cause her hair was pulled straight back and twisted up into a little hard knot just like as if she had done it up when some one was callin’ her to come quick.”

“Yes, I can imagine it,” I nodded.

“Well, that’s the way things went at the first, while he was gettin’ his start, and I guess they was happy then. You see, they was pullin’ even them days and runnin’ neck and neck. Even when Fred Farrell, her old beau, married a girl she knew and built a fine house all piazzas and bow-winders right in sight of their shabby little rented cottage, I don’t think she minded it; even if Mis’ Farrell didn’t have anythin’ to do from mornin’ till night only set in a white dress on her piazza, and rock, and give parties, Betty didn’t seem to mind. She had her Joe.

“But by and by she didn’t have her Joe. Other folks had him and his business had him. I mean, he’d got up where the big folks in town begun to take notice of him; and when he wa’n’t tendin’ to business, he was hobnobbin’ with them, so’s to bring more business. And--of course she, with her babies and housework, didn’t have no time for that.

“Well, next they moved away. When they went they took my oldest girl, Mary, to help Betty; and so we still kept track of ’em. Mary said it was worse than ever in the new place. It was quite a big city and just livin’ cost a lot. Mr. Whitermore, of course, had to look decent, out among folks as he was, so he had to be ’tended to first. Then what was left of money and time went to the children. It wa’n’t long, too, before the big folks there begun to take notice, and Mr. Whitermore would come home all excited and tell about what was said to him and what fine things he was bein’ asked to do. He said ‘twas goin’ to mean everythin’ to his career.

“Then come the folks to call, ladies in fine carriages with dressed-up men to hold the door open and all that; but always, after they’d gone, Mary’d find Betty cryin’ somewhere, or else tryin’ to fix a bit of old lace or ribbon on to some old dress. Mary said Betty’s clo’s were awful, then. You see, there wa’n’t never any money left for her things. But all this didn’t last long, for very soon the fine ladies stopped comin’ and Betty just settled down to the children and didn’t try to fix her clo’s any more.

“But by and by, of course, the money begun to come in--lots of it--and that meant more changes, naturally. They moved into a bigger house, and got two more hired girls and a man, besides Mary. Mr. Whitermore said he didn’t want his wife to work so hard now, and that, besides, his position demanded it. He was always talkin’ about his position those days, tryin’ to get his wife to go callin’ and go to parties and take her place as his wife, as he put it.

“And Mary said Betty did try, and try hard. Of course she had nice clo’s now, lots of ’em; but somehow they never seemed to look just right. And when she did go to parties, she never knew what to talk about, she told Mary. She didn’t know a thing about the books and pictures and the plays and quantities of other things that everybody else seemed to know about; and so she just had to sit still and say nothin’.

“Mary said she could see it plagued her and she wa’n’t surprised when, after a time, Betty begun to have headaches and be sick party nights, and beg Mr. Whitermore to go alone--and then cry because he did go alone. You see, she’d got it into her head then that her husband was ashamed of her.”