Griffith had fought his battle alone. It is true that he had talked much with his wife on the subject, and it is also true that her faith in and love for him made her ready acquiescence in his final decision a matter of course; but with no outlook into the political world, with no mental scope beyond the horizon prescribed as suitable for women, she could give him nothing but loyalty. She could echo his sentiments. She could not stimulate or aid his thought. Attuned to follow, she could not lead, and was equally unfitted to keep even step with him side by side. She did not share, nor could she understand, her husband"s acute mental misgivings and forebodings. The few times she had spoken to her father of them, he had said that she need not worry. "Griffith is no fool.
He"ll get over this idiotic notion before long. It is reading those d.a.m.ned Yankee speeches that is the trouble with him. You just be patient. He"ll get over it. The old "Squire knew how to cure him. Like to know what he"d do with all those n.i.g.g.e.rs? But Griffith is no fool, I tell you, if he is a Methodist." Katherine had not relished the last remark, and she did not believe that her father quite comprehended how deep a hold on Griffith the idea of freedom for the blacks--and freedom from ownership of them for himself--had taken; but she was silenced.
CHAPTER VI.
_"My conscience whispers."_--Shakespeare.
But at last the crisis came. One of the girls--Sallie, a faithful creature--had married "Bradley"s John," and now John was about to be sold and sent to Georgia. Either John must be separated from his wife and child, or Sallie must be sold, or Mr. Davenport must buy John and keep him here! The final issue had come! John begged to be bought.
Sallie pleaded not to be allowed to be sold, nor to be separated from her husband. Katherine agreed to plead for Sallie, who had been her own playmate ever since she could remember.
"Git Mos" Grif ter buy John, Mis" Kate! Fo" G.o.d"s sake, Mis" Kate, git"im ter buy John! Yoh kin. I knows mon"sous well dat yoh kin! He gwine ter do jes" what yoh tell "im ter. I knows dat he is, Mis" Kate!"
Mr. Davenport was in his study. Katherine had explained the case to him fully, and Sallie"s black face peered in behind him, with anxious eyes, watching and listening to her mistress.
"Katherine, I cannot! I cannot pay money for a human being. I have yielded, step by step, to what I felt was wrong long ago, until now I am caught in the tangled threads of this awful system--but I cannot! I _cannot_ pay money for a human soul!"
Suddenly Sallie fell at his feet, and, swaying to and fro, swung her st.u.r.dy frame like a reed in the wind.
"Oh, Mos" Grif, fo" G.o.d"s sake, buy John! Ain"t yo" got no mussy, Mos"
Grif? Don" let dat Mos" Bradley sen" John "way off dar! I gwine ter die right heah, if yo" don" hep me, Mos" Grif! Ain"t I been a good girl?
Ain"t I nus de chillun good, an" did"n I pull Mos" Beverly outen de crick when he fall in an" wus mose drownded? Oh, fo" Christ"s sake, Mos"
Grif, buy my John! He gwine ter wuk fo" yoh all his life long, an" he gwine ter be good!"
She swayed and wept and moaned. She held her baby to her breast and cried out for John, and then she held it out toward Griffith and stared through streaming eyes at his face to see if he had relented. And still Griffith was silent. His teeth were set tight together, and his nails cut his palms, but he said not a word.
"Mos" Grif, Mos" Grif! what did G.o.d A"mighty gib yoh all dis lan" an"
houses an" money fo"? What He gib yoh my Mis" Katherine fo"?"Cause He know yoh gwine ter be good an" kine, an"--an" dat yoh gwine ter be good ter _us!_ Mos" Grif, de good Lawd ain"t fo"got we alls des kase we black!"
She rolled the baby on the floor beside her and grasped both of her master"s clenched hands, and struggled to open them as she talked. She seemed to think if they would but relax that he would yield.
"Mos" Grif, we bofe gwine ter wuk fo" yoh, an" pray fo" yoh, and dat baby, dar, gwine ter wuk an" pray fo" yoh all ouh lifes long--all de days ob ouh lifes, des fo" dat little, teenchy six hund"ud dollahs, what Mos" Bradley got ter hab fo" John! All ouh lifes long! All ouh lifes long, we gwine ter wuk and pray fo" yoh, des fo" dat little, teenchy six hund"ud dollahs!!"
Mrs. Davenport put her hand on her husbond"s shoulder. Her eyes were wet and her lips trembled.
"Griffith, what harm can it do? And see how _much_ good! Griffith, we will _all_ love you better if you will. I can"t bear to see Sallie the way she has been these last two months--ever since it was decided to sell John to that man when he comes. It is heart-breaking. You know, darling, she played with me ever since we were babies, and she has been _so_ good to my children--_our_ children, Griffith!" She lowered her voice to a mere whisper: "Can G.o.d want you to be so cruel as this, Griffith?"
Mr. Davenport had never dreamed that anything he might feel it his duty to do would seem to his wife like cruelty. It hurt him sorely. He looked up at her with a drawn face.
"Katherine," he said, "let us give Sallie her freedom, and let her go with John."
"No, no, no, no! I ain"t gwine ter go wid dat man! I ain"t gwine ter be no free wife n.i.g.g.e.r, "pendin" on him! I ain"t gwine ter leabe Mis"
Kath"rine, nedder!" She arose in her fear, which was turning to wrath.
"Mis" Kate, yoh ain"t gwine ter let him gib me away, is yoh? I don"
belong to n.o.body ter gib away, but des ter my Mis" Kate, an" she ain"t gwine ter gib me "way arter I done nus her chillun an" save de life of Mos" Beverly! Dat ain"t dekine o" lady my Mis" Kate is! O Mis" Kate, Mis" Kate! I done wisht yoh"d a-gone and married dat Mos" Tom Harrison dat time wat"e ax you! _He_ don"t lub money dat much dat he can"t spahr a little six hund"ud dollahs ter sabe me an" John an"--an"--an" dis heah baby!"
She caught up the baby from the floor again and held it toward her master.
"Dar! take hit an" kill hit fus" as well as las"! kase _I_ gwine ter die, an" hit gwine ter be my Mos" Grif dat kill bofe of us. G.o.d gwine ter know"bout dat! John gwine ter tell"im! Jesus gwine ter know dat six little hund"ud dollahs is wuf more ter my Mos" Grif dan me an" yoh an"
John," she moaned, holding the baby up in front of her. "All free, bofe ob us, ain"t wuf dat little much t" ouh Mos" Grift All free, bofe ob us! A little, teenchy, ugly six hund"ud dollahs! He radder hab hit in de bank er in de desk er in he pocket--dat little six hund"ud dollahs what"s mo" bigger dan _all_ ob us--an" mo" bigger dan Mis" Kate"s lub!"
She fell to sobbing again. "Des dat little much! Des dat little much!"
she moaned. "All ob us got ter die fer des dat little much! An" Mos"
Grif, he don" care. He lub dat little much money mo" dan wat he do _all_ ob us, countin" in Mis" Kate"s lub wid de res"!"
His wife had gone to her chair and was holding a handkerchief to her face. He could see her lips and chin tremble.
"I will buy John, Sallie, if------"
Sallie grasped the two hands again. They were relaxed and cold.
"I knowed hit! I knowed hit! O good, kind Jesus! O Lord, Saviour! dey ain"t no _if!_ Dey ain"t no if! My Mos" Grif gwine ter do hit. Dey ain"t no if lef in dem han"s! My Mos" Grif gwine ter buy John!" and she fell on her knees again and sobbed for joy. She caught the little black baby up from the floor where it lay, laughing and kicking its toes in the air, and crushed it so close to her breast that it cried out and then set up a wail. Sallie stopped weaving her body to and fro, and tried to smile through her tears.
"Des listen ter dat fool baby! Hits oryin" fo" des a little hu"t like dat, an" I only des choke hit wif my arms! Mos" Grif done choke my hawt out vrid grief, an" now he done strangle me wid joy, befo" I got ter cry, chile! Yoah po" mammy"s hawt done bus" wide open wid joy now. Dat"s what make I can"t talk no sense, Mos" Grif. I des wants ter yell. But Mis" Katherine, she know. I des kin see dat she do. _She_ know dat I feel des like I gwine ter bos" plum" down ter my chist. She know!"
She laid the baby down again and suddenly held up both arms toward her master. Her voice was a wail.
"Tell me dat dey ain"t no _if_ lef in your hawt, Mos" Grif! I knows dat dey ain"t, but I got ter heah yo" _say_ dat dey ain"t, an" den I kin go!"
"I will buy John, Sallie. There is no if," he said; and Katherine threw her arms around his neck and looked at him through tears of joy.
That night the Rev. Griffith Davenport prayed long and earnestly that he might be forgiven for this final weakness. He felt that his moral fiber was weakening. He had broken the vow taken so long ago. He felt that the bonds were tightening about him, and that it would be harder than ever to cleanse his soul from what he had grown to feel was an awful wrong--this ownership, and now this money purchase, of a human soul.
"I have gone the whole length," he sighed to himself. "I have at last, with my eyes open, with my conscience against me, done this wrong! I have paid money for a human being. I know it is a wrong--I know--I know, and yet I have done it! G.o.d help me! G.o.d forgive me! I cannot see my way! I cannot see my way!"
In the distance, as he arose from his knees, there floated in through the open window the refrain from Sallie"s song, as she moved about the quarters:--
An" deys no mo" trouble, an" deys no mo" pain, An" deys no mo" trouble fo" me, fo" me!
An" deys no mo" sorrer, an" no mo" pain-- Oh, deys no mo" trouble fo" me, f-o-h-h m-e-e-e!
I libs on de banks ob de golden shoah, Oh, I libs in de promise" lan"!
An" I sez to de Lawd, when He opens the doah, Dat deys no mo" trouble fo" me!
De Lawd He says, when he took my han", "Enter into de gates ob res"!"
An" He gib me a harp, an" I jines de ban", Fo" deys no mo" sorrer fer me!
Lippy Jane was dancing, on the back porch, to the rhythm of the distant song, and two of the black boys stopped in their race with Beverly, over the lawn, to take up the chorus--"Oh, deys no mo" trouble fo" me, f-o-h m-e!"
But, in spite of his prayer for "light and leading," as he would have called it, Mr. Davenport felt that his moral fiber was, indeed, weakening, and yet he could not see his way out of the dilemma. He had definitely decided so long ago now that he could not remember when he had thought otherwise, that for one in his position, at least, even the mere ownership of slaves could not be right. He recalled that it had come to him at first in the form of purchase and sale, and it had seemed to him that under no conditions could he be forced into that form of the complication; but a little later on he decided that the mere ownership involved moral turpitude for one of his denomination, at least, if he was in deed and in truth following the leadership of the Christ.
When first he had agreed to take part of his father"s slaves, therefore, he had made himself feel that it was right that he should a.s.sume a part of the old Major"s burdens as his son and trustee, only, and that there was to be no transfer of property. That this service was his father"s due and that he should give it freely seemed plain to him. Katherine"s slaves he had always thought of as hers alone--not at all as his; but ever since the old Major had died and the will had settled beyond a quibble that the Rev. Griffith Davenport was himself, in deed and in truth "Mos" Grif" to all these dependent creatures, it had borne more and more heavily upon his conscience. He had tried to think and plan some way out of it and had failed, and now he had been forced to face the final issue--the one phase which he had felt could never touch him,--the purchase for money of a black man, and he had yielded at the first test! His heart had outweighed his head and his conscience combined, and the line he had fixed so long ago as the one boundary of this evil which _he_ could never pa.s.s, and which, thank G.o.d, no one else could thrust upon him, was obliterated, and he stood on the far side condemned by his whole nature! In this iniquity from which he had felt his hands should forever be free, they were steeped! He felt wounded and sore and that a distinct step downward had been taken, and yet he asked himself over and over again what he could have done in the matter that would not have been far worse. He slept little. The next day when he went to Mr. Bradley to buy John his whole frame trembled and he felt sick and weak.
His neighbor noticed that he was pale, and remarked upon it, and then turned the subject to the matter in hand which Sallie had duly reported an hour after she had won and her master had lost the great moral contest. For it cannot be denied that, all things considered.
Sallie had won a distinct victory for the future moral life of herself and for John and the baby.
So complicated are our relations to each other and to what we are pleased to call right and wrong in this heterogeneous world, that in doing this Sallie had forced her master into a position which seemed to him to cancel his right to feel himself a man of honor and a credit to the religion in which he believed he had, so far, found all his loftiest ideals. He could plainly see, now, that this phase of the terrible problem would be sure to arise and confront him again and again as time went on, and his heart ached when he felt that he had lost his grasp upon the anchor of his principles and that the boundary lines of his ethical integrity were again becoming sadly confused in a mind he had grown to feel had long ago clearly settled and defined them.