An Isle in the Water

Question

Excerpt from An Isle in the Water
Katherine Tynan


Read the excerpt from the short story below to find out how the people of a small community respond to a person who returns to their town after a long absence.


1 Margaret Laffan was something of a mystery. While young, she had disappeared for six years, but she had turned up on the small island community one day in a starched, blue and white checked dress, which looked suspiciously like workhouse or asylum1 garb. She had greeted the neighbors with a nod, as if she had seen them yesterday.

2 Over time, a rumor spread that Margaret, who lived alone, must be saving money; her clothes were worn practically threadbare. Grim and dour, Margaret chose to remain isolated from nearly everyone.

3 Jack Laffan, Margaret's brother, was a sociable man, quite unlike his sister. Jack had a wife known to all as Mrs. Jack. Jack was rather fond of idling with his companions, but, being well under Mrs. Jack's thumb, this habit was unlikely to be tolerated for long.

4 Mrs. Jack was known for being a domineering woman. There was never much love lost between her and Margaret, and Mrs. Jack's guesses were perhaps the most ill-natured as to the reasons for Margaret's silence and her curious, checked clothing.

5 For twenty-five years, Margaret lived alone, untroubled by her relatives. Then, there was talk about money, and this gossip grew like a snowball from little beginnings. This talk fired Mrs. Jack with a curious excitement, for she believed any extravagant story. She blamed Jack for long ignoring Margaret. When he stared at his wife, dumbfounded, she shook him until his teeth rattled.

6 That very day Jack stupidly went to try to bridge the gulf of thirty years of ignoring his sister. Margaret watched him with grim enjoyment while he wriggled miserably and tried to talk naturally. Finally, he jerked out his wife's invitation to dine with them the following Sunday, which Margaret accepted without showing any pleasure; then Jack bolted from the house.

7 Margaret came to dinner on Sunday and was well entertained, for the Laffans were prosperous. Though hardly speaking, Margaret thoroughly enjoyed her dinner. When she left, Mrs. Jack declared her "a flinty-hearted old maid." Nevertheless, Margaret dined each Sunday with the Laffans, and Mrs. Jack noticed that the dinners were putting a roundness on Margaret that might give her a new lease on life--perhaps not a desirable result.

8 The neighbors regarded Mrs. Jack's "antics" as scandalous behavior. They met to discuss it, concluding that Mrs. Jack was shameless in her pursuit of Margaret's money. In fact, most women on the island thought they had as virtuous a right to Margaret's money as her newly-attentive kinfolks. The neighbors, Mrs. Devine and Mrs. Cahill, might agree in the morning that Mrs. Jack's avarice and greed were loathsome. Neither seemed pleased, however, to see the other one a little later in the day, when Mrs. Cahill climbed the hill with a full basket and met Mrs. Devine descending with an empty one. These pilgrimages to Margaret's cottage became routine. All of this "friendship" for Margaret created curious divisions and much animosity.

9 After a time, Margaret grew feebler. One Sunday she attended mass, walking with a stick and looking quite ill. After mass, she spoke privately with Father Tiernay and then went slowly to Jack's house for the usual dinner. Both Jack and Mrs. Jack walked her home in the afternoon, and she said quietly, "I'm thinkin' I'll make no more journeys to mass; Father Tiernay'll have to come to me instead."

10 When news spread of Margaret's failing health, attentions to her became more urgent. Neighbors passed each other on the way to their visits. Mrs. Jack spent her days quivering with indignation at the meddlesomeness of the other women. She woke Jack up once in the night with a fiery declaration that she'd speak to Father Tiernay about the pursuit of her moneyed relative, but Jack threw cold water on that scheme. He commented that the reverend would be as glad as anyone to get the money himself to build the schoolhouse he wanted.

11 Each day several offerings were laid at Margaret's feet. Suddenly, she changed her stereotyped thanks to say mysteriously, "You may be feeding more than you know, kind neighbors." This mysterious statement caused the women to speculate about Margret's sanity.

12 One day, everything changed. A big, angular girl with Margaret's suspicious eyes and cynical mouth arrived with a trunk. The reverend claimed to know all about the woman named Mary, saying, "Indeed, I've been trying to restore Margaret's daughter to her. You never knew your sister-in-law was married, Mrs. Jack? Long ago, she dropped her married name."

13 Mrs. Jack, with an emotion which even the reverend's presence could not quell, let out what the neighbors described afterwards as a "screech fit to wake the dead," and fled into her house, where she fell hysterically onto her bed. She only recovered when Mrs. Devine and Mrs. Cahill ran in and proposed to drench her with cold water. Mrs. Jack stood up and suggested they tend to their own business.

14 The townspeople heard the news that Margaret had once married on the mainland, and after the birth of her daughter Mary, had suffered from a mental disorder, and was placed in the county asylum. In time, she was declared cured, and her husband was coming for her, but Margaret, having had enough of marriage and its responsibilities, left quietly and moved to the island. She had been content to be regarded as a spinster2 until she felt her health failing; then, she had entrusted her secret to Father Tiernay, who had found her daughter for her.

15 Margaret lived some months after that and left thirty pounds3 to her daughter. Some curious neighbors visited Mary, but the door was shut in their faces, for Mary had Margaret's suspiciousness, but it was even more intensified. After the Laffan family had recovered from the first shocking disappointment, they made various approaches to Mary at mass on Sundays, and even sent her jewelry at Christmas. The gift was returned with a curt suggestion that Mary had no use for it. Margaret's money did not even remain on the island, for Mary fled with all of it early one morning before the neighbors awoke. And there the matter ended.

1asylum - an institution that cares for the mentally ill, orphans, or others who need assistance
2spinster - a woman who has never married
3thirty pounds - a British term for an amount of money, today equal to almost forty dollars in U.S. currency

Tynan, Katherine. An Isle in the Water. Adam and Charles Black. 1896. London. In the public domain. Adapted by Educational Leadership Solutions, Inc.

Read the prompt and then write your response.

You have read “Excerpt from An Isle in the Water,” about a woman who moves back to her old town and its residents’ schemes to obtain her money.

Imagine you are one of the town’s residents. What would you do when Margaret Laffan comes back to town? Would you try to pursue her money? If so, how would you go about doing so? Include descriptive details and dialogue between you and other characters, and use details from the passage in your story.

Your writing will be scored based on the development of ideas, organization of writing, and language conventions of grammar, usage, and mechanics.

Answer 1

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden hue over the small island community, I stood at the edge of my garden, glancing toward the Laffan cottage perched on the hill. Word had spread quickly about Margaret Laffan’s return, and with it, a sense of anticipation hung in the air. What a curious turn of fate—Margaret, who had disappeared for so long, now graced us with her presence again. But it wasn’t just her return that intrigued me; it was the whispers of her supposed wealth, a fortune hidden beneath her austere exterior.

“Aye,” I murmured to myself, plucking a ripe tomato from the vine. “The woman’s been hoarding something all these years.”

As I wandered toward the village square, I bumped into Mrs. Devine, her basket laden with fresh bread and butter. Her face lit up with a mixture of excitement and mischief upon seeing me.

“Have you heard? That flinty-hearted old maid may be sitting on a tidy sum!” she said, her voice barely above a whisper, as if the very walls had ears. “I reckon if we play our cards right, Margaret could be a source of great fortune for us.”

“Indeed, Mrs. Devine,” I replied, leaning in conspiratorially. “But how do we break the ice? The woman has a heart as cold as the sea. I fear that inviting her over might raise her suspicions.”

Mrs. Devine chuckled, her eyes twinkling with devious delight. “We must make her feel welcome, dear. We could host a tea, invite the entire community, and shower her with our hospitality. Who could resist all that attention? But, of course, subtly work in some conversation about her finances.”

“Very clever, indeed,” I said, warming to the idea. “A gathering in her honor. But what of Mrs. Jack? She won’t take kindly to us encroaching on her territory.”

“Leave Mrs. Jack to me! She’s far too preoccupied with her own schemes to pay us any mind. Besides, her husband—bless his heart—has taken quite the liking to Margaret, hasn’t he? Makes it even easier for us.”

In the days that followed, the preparations commenced. I could hear the excited chatter of the neighbors as they gathered to discuss our plans.

“Imagine the look on her face!” Mrs. Cahill exclaimed one day, her voice brimming with intrigue. “When we present her with gifts, she’ll feel obliged to share her fortune.”

“Right you are,” I nodded, sparking a fire of excitement among us. “Let’s prepare our best dishes—could it be that we entice her to settle down among us, and then who knows what treasures she might divulge?”

Finally, the day of the tea arrived. The table was set lavishly, adorned with floral arrangements and homemade pastries. The air buzzed with an electric energy, and I could feel the collective nervousness of the townsfolk as they awaited Margaret’s arrival. The door swung wide open, and in stepped Margaret Laffan, her starched dress reminiscent of long-forgotten sorrows.

“Good afternoon, Margaret!” I called cheerfully, my voice slicing through the tense silence. “We’re so delighted you could join us today.”

Margaret offered a small nod, her suspicious eyes scanning each and every eager face. “I appreciate the invitation,” she replied, her tone flat but polite. The gathering began, and voices rose in laughter, careful not to provoke any ire from her.

Mrs. Jack stood in the corner, arms crossed, casting dark glances at the scene unfolding before her. I could see the envy simmering within her; Margaret was suddenly the center of attention, and all her efforts to claim her elder sister's fortune were undercut.

“Margaret,” I ventured delicately, “we’ve heard you’ve been living quite a life of solitude. Wouldn’t it be lovely to open up and share a bit of your story with us, perhaps even share some of your wealth with the community?”

Mrs. Devine quickly chimed in, “Oh yes! We could use someone like you who is well-connected. We’ve dreamt of projects that could beautify the island and strengthen our community. Surely you’d like to invest in such endeavors?”

Margaret’s brow furrowed, revealing layers of defense as she responded with a hint of a smile. “Oh, I have no ambitions for grandeur, ladies. My life has been about simple living.”

The evening wore on, and I caught whispers among the neighbors. Some nibbled on pastries while others exchanged furtive glances, calculating their next moves with Margaret. But despite our efforts, she maintained her guarded demeanor, evading our probing queries with clever turns of phrase.

As the sun set, casting long shadows across the table, Margaret finally stood to leave. “Thank you for your kind hospitality,” she said, her tone still enigmatic. “Perhaps next Sunday, I’ll accept your invitation again.”

I turned to Mrs. Devine and Mrs. Cahill, a hint of frustration bubbling underneath. “We’ll have to try harder next time. She may be elusive now, but I believe she holds the keys to opportunities for this island.”

And as Margaret walked away, an air of mystery enveloped her, we were left contemplating how best to penetrate the walls she had built. We simply knew this was the beginning of an ongoing intrigue—one that could potentially lead to fortunes untold. After all, everyone loves a good story, especially when it comes with the promise of riches. ⠀