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Updated: June 4, 2025
Calvin Stammark heard the approaching stage before he saw it; then the long rigid surrey with its spare horses rapidly rolled up over the open road to the post-office. He got down and moved diffidently forward, seeing and recognizing Phebe immediately. This was made possible by her resemblance to Hannah; and yet, Calvin added, no two women could be more utterly different.
Calvin Stammark scarcely heard her; his being was possessed by the pitiable image of Hannah dying alone and dog poor. He had always pictured her except in the fleet vision of debasement as young and graceful and disturbing. Without further speech he left the kitchen and crossed the house to the shut parlor. It was screened against the day, dim and musty and damp.
It was Martin Eckles' gold ring, set with the insignia in rubies, suspended in a loop of ribbon. A cold angry certitude formed in his being. What a criminal fool he had been! What a blind booby! His only remark, however, brought a puzzled expression to Ettie's troubled countenance. Calvin Stammark exclaimed, "Phebe Braley."
It was deep in grass, watered with streams like twisting shining ribbons, and held a sleek slow-grazing herd of cattle. The care of the latter, a part of Senator Alderwith's wide possessions, was to form Calvin's main occupation for the present anyhow. Calvin Stammark had larger plans for his future with Hannah.
The latter, out of a gathering immeasurable rage, almost shouted: "You get to hell off my place!" Wilmer Deakon was astounded but otherwise unshaken. "That's no way to answer a decent man and a proper question," he replied. "Lucy and I want to be married. There's nothing wrong with that. But you look as if I had offered to disgrace her. Why, Mr. Stammark, you can't keep her forever.
Calvin said: "You must be Phebe Braley. Well, I'm Calvin Stammark. Your father or Hosmer couldn't meet the stage and so they had to let me get you. Where's your bag?" She adopted at once an air of comfortable familiarity. "I don't remember your name," she said, settling beside him in the buggy.
At rare intervals she was assisted by Hannah, who bore the heavy dishes in a silent but perceptible air of protest. Calvin Stammark liked this; it was a part of her superiority to the other girls of the locality. He made up his mind that she should never lose her present gentility. Whenever he could afford it Hannah must have help in the house. No greater elegance was imaginable.
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