Across the Years

by Eleanor H. Porter

“It was me that took it over to the Hadleys. It was a little notice in my weekly, an’ I spied it ’way down in the corner just as I thought I had the paper all read. ’Twan’t so much, but to us ’twas a powerful lot; jest a little notice that they was glad ter see that the first prize had gone ter the talented young illustrator, James Hadley, an’ that he deserved it, an’ they wished him luck.

“The Hadleys were purty pleased, you’d better believe. They hadn’t seen it, ‘course, as they wan’t wastin’ no money on weeklies them days. Sam set right down an’ wrote, an’ so did Mis’ Hadley, right out of the fullness of their hearts. Mis’ Hadley give me her letter ter read, she was that proud an’ excited; an’ ‘t was a good letter, all brimmin’ over with love an’ pride an’ joy in his success. I could see just how Jimmy’d color up an’ choke when he read it, specially where she owned up how she’d been gettin’ purty near discouraged ’cause they didn’t hear much from him, an’ how she’d rather die than have her Jimmy fail.

“Well, they sent off the letters, an’ by an’ by come the answer. It was kind of shy and stiff-like, an’ I think it sort of disappointed ’em; but they tried ter throw it off an’ say that Jimmy was so modest he didn’t like ter take praise.

“‘Course the whole town was interested, an’ proud, too, ter think he belonged ter us; an’ we couldn’t hear half enough about him. But as time went on we got worried. Things didn’t look right. The Hadleys was still scrimpin’, still sendin’ money when they could, an’ they owned up that Jimmy’s letters wan’t real satisfyin’ an’ that they didn’t come often, though they always told how hard he was workin’.

“What was queerer still, every now an’ then I’d see his name in my weekly. I looked fer it, I’ll own. I run across it once in the ‘Personals,’ an’ after that I hunted the paper all through every week. He went ter parties an’ theaters, an’ seemed ter be one of a gay crowd that was always havin’ good times. I didn’t say nothin’ ter the Hadleys about all this, ’course, but it bothered me lots. What with all these fine doin’s, an’ his not sendin’ any money home, it looked as if the old folks didn’t count much now, an’ that his head had got turned sure.

“As time passed, things got worse an’ worse. Sam lost two cows, an’ Mis’ Hadley grew thinner an’ whiter, an’ finally got down sick in her bed. Then I wrote. I told Jimmy purty plain how things was an’ what I thought of him. I told him that there wouldn’t be any more money comin’ from this direction (an’ I meant ter see that there wan’t, too!), an’ I hinted that if that ‘ere prize brought anythin’ but honor, I should think ’t would be a mighty good plan ter share it with the folks that helped him ter win it.

“It was a sharp letter, an’ when it was gone I felt ’most sorry I’d sent it; an’ when the answer come, I was sorry. Jimmy was all broke up, an’ he showed it. He begged me ter tell him jest how his ma was; an’ if they needed anythin’, ter get it and call on him. He said he wished the prize had brought him lots of money, but it hadn’t. He enclosed twenty-five dollars, however, and said he should write the folks not ter send him any more money, as he was goin’ ter send it ter them now instead.

“Of course I took the letter an’ the money right over ter Sam, an’ after they’d got over frettin’ ’cause I’d written at all, they took the money, an’ I could see it made ’em look ten years younger. After that you couldn’t come near either of ’em that you didn’t hear how good Jimmy was an’ how he was sendin’ home money every week.

“Well, it wan’t four months before I had ter write Jimmy again. Sam asked me too, this time. Mis’ Hadley was sick again, an’ Sam was worried. He thought Jimmy ought ter come home, but he didn’t like ter say so himself. He wondered if I wouldn’t drop him a hint. So I wrote, an’ Jimmy wrote right away that he’d come.

“We was all of a twitter, ’course, then--the whole town. He’d got another prize--so the paper said--an’ there was a paragraph praisin’ up some pictures of his in the magazine. He was our Jimmy, an’ we was proud of him, yet we couldn’t help wonderin’ how he’d act. We wan’t used ter celebrities--not near to!