"Please don"t talk that way. Don"t reproach me when I am in such need of--of friendship. One of these days you may know me better, but now you can regard me only as a freak. Yes, I am a freak."
"You are an angel."
"Mr. Taylor!" Again her head was high, and in her eyes was the same suggestion of a sharp squint.
"You didn"t tell me that I shouldn"t think of you as I please."
"But I didn"t tell you to speak what you might be pleased to think.
There, Carl is calling me. Good-bye."
CHAPTER X.
Jim Taylor, too humane to impose the burden of his weight upon a horse, always made his visits on foot, and this day while trudging homeward, he met Mrs. Cranceford. She had of late conceived so marked a sympathy for him, that her manner toward him was warmly gentle.
Taylor stepped to the road-side and halted there as she drove up alone in a buggy. With a sorrowful reverence he took off his hat, and she smiled sympathetically; and the lazy old horse, appearing to understand it all, stopped of his own accord.
"Good morning, Jim. Have you been over to the house?"
"Yes, ma"m, just left there."
"How is he?"
"So much better that I believe he"s going to get well."
"You don"t say so! Why, I am----" she was about to say that she was delighted to hear it, but on the giant"s face she thought she saw a deeper shadow lying, heard in his voice a softer note of sorrow; and considerately she checked her intended utterance. Then they looked at each other and were ashamed.
"He was up dressing himself when I left."
"You surprise me."
"And he has surprised us all, ma"m. I don"t believe he"s got consumption; his cough has left him. Why, he"s thinking of taking a place in a college over in Alabama."
"He is? But I hope he won"t take Louise so far from home."
He shifted his position and sunk his hands deep into his pockets. "I guess he thinks she can"t be so very far from home as long as she is with him."
"But it makes no difference what he thinks." Mrs. Cranceford persisted.
"He must not take her over there. Why, I should think he could find employment here." Jim looked far away, and she added: "Is your cotton turning out well?"
"First-rate, and I want to sell it as soon as I can. I"ve got to go away."
"Go away!" she repeated. "You don"t mean it?"
"Yes, ma"m, I do. If he gets well they won"t have any more use for me and I might as well go off somewhere and take a fresh start; and besides, I can"t keep from showing that I love her, and no matter how cool she might be toward me it couldn"t help but pain him. And there are people in this neighborhood mean enough to talk about it: No longer ago than yesterday that strapping Alf Joyner threw out a hint of this sort, and although he meant it in fun, maybe, I s.n.a.t.c.hed him off the fence where he was sitting, and walloped him in the road. No, I can"t keep from showing how much I think of her; there is so much of me," he added, with a smile, "that I can"t be a hypercrite all over at once."
At this she smiled, but her countenance grew serious and she said:
"I am sorry you have been compelled to resent an insinuation." She gathered up the lines. "But perhaps you imagine more than is intended.
It is easy, and also natural that you should."
Jim made no reply. She bowed to him, shook the lines, and the old horse moved on. Just before reaching a bend in the road, she looked back at him. How powerful was his bearing, how strong his stride; and with all his bigness he was not ungraceful.
Everywhere, in the fields, along the fences, lay October"s wasteful ripeness, but the season was about to turn, for the bleak corner of November was in sight. A sharp wind blew out of a cloud that hung low over the river, and far away against the darkening sky was a gray triangle traced, the flight of wild geese from the north. With the stiffening and the lagging of the breeze came lower and then louder the puffing of a cotton gin.
Under a persimmon tree Jim Taylor halted, and with his arms resting on a fence he stood dreamily looking across a field. Afar off the cotton pickers were bobbing between the rows. The scene was more dull than bright; to a stranger it would have been dreary, the dead level, the lone buzzard away over yonder, sailing above the tops of the ragged trees; but for this man the view was overspread with a memory of childhood. He was meditating upon leaving his home; he felt that his departure was demanded. And yet he knew that not elsewhere could he find contentment. Amid such scenes he had been born and reared. He was like the deer--would rather feed upon the rough oak foliage of a native forest than to feast upon the rich gra.s.ses of a strange land. But he had made up his mind to go. He had heard of the charm of the hills, the valleys and the streams in the northern part of the state, and once he had gone thither to acquaint himself with that paradise, but in disappointment he had come back, bringing the opinion that the people were cold and unconcerned in the comfort and the welfare of a stranger.
So, with this experience fresh in his mind, he was resolved not to re-settle in his own commonwealth, but to go to a city, though feeling his unfitness for urban life. But he thought, as so many men and women have been forced to think, that life in a crowd would invite forgetfulness, that his slow broodings would find a swift flow into the tide that swallows the sad thoughts of men.
A sudden noise in the road broke the web of his musing, and looking about, he recognized Low, the Englishman. Between his teeth the Briton held his straight-stem pipe, and on his shoulder he carried his bath tub.
"Moving?" Taylor asked.
"Ah, good morning. No--not moving. An outrage has been committed. During the night someone punched a hole in the bottom of my bath. Don"t know who could have done it; most extraordinary, I a.s.sure you. One of those ungrateful blacks, I warrant. Going this way? I shall be glad of your company. Ah, do you happen to know of a tinker?" he asked, as together they walked along the road.
"A what?"
"A tinker to mend my bath?"
"Haven"t any such thing about here, but I guess the blacksmith can mend your tub. Here, let me carry it for you a ways. You must be tired of it by this time."
He protested, but Taylor took the tub. "Thank you. You are very kind, I"m sure. I would have sent it, but these rascals are so untrustworthy.
Ah, how long do you conjecture it would take one to make his fortune in this community?"
"It depends more upon the man than the community," Taylor answered. "I know one that never could."
"And by Jove, I fancy I have a very intimate acquaintance with another.
But I rather like it here, you know. I have plenty of room and no one is much disposed to interfere with me except those rascally blacks, and upon my honor I believe they tried to ruin my bath. Don"t you think you"d better let me take it now?"
"No; I"ll carry it. Wouldn"t have known I had it if you hadn"t reminded me."
"You are very kind, I"m sure. Ah, by the way, a very singular man called on me yesterday. Mayo, I believe, is his name."
"Yes, we know him down here. Came very near getting a dose of rope once.
He tries to be a Moses among the negroes, but instead of leading them out of the wilderness he"s going to lead them into trouble."
"I dare say as much, if they listen to him. But he avers that he doesn"t want an office--wants only to see that the blacks get what they are ent.i.tled to."
"And about the first thing that will be done for him after he gets what he"s ent.i.tled to," Jim replied, "will be the sending of his measure to a coffin maker."
"I surmise as much, I a.s.sure you. I didn"t encourage him to prolong his visit; indeed, I told him that I preferred to be alone."
They turned out of the lane into a wood, crossed a bayou, and pursuing their way a short distance further, Taylor halted, and handing the Englishman his tub, pointed to a path that crossed the road. "That will take you to the blacksmith shop," he said.
"Ah, you are very kind," Low replied, shouldering his treasure. He turned down the path, but after going a short distance stopped and faced about. "I say, there!" he cried. "Oh, Taylor. Just a moment. I wouldn"t mind having you over any evening, you know. You are a devilish decent fellow."