The man kicked at a tuft of moss.
"n.o.body won"t hire me, Miss Calline. Ise done been in de chain-gang too often. n.o.body won" trus" me!"
"Well, if I will trust you, for the sake of your dead mother, will you be good and faithful to me?"
The man"s face lighted up. He took a step toward her.
"Will I? Miss Calline, on"y jes" try me! I kin do anyt"in"!"
"I believe you. Well, I"m going to try you. I want you to be my--well, my body-servant. To go everywhere I go and take care of me--so--I--won"t--be--frightened--again. Will you?"
The man"s eyes wavered in momentary terror. But he kept his head.
"On"y jes" try me!"
"I"m going to. But you must have a horse to ride. Look out for a good one, and one for me, too. You must get me, "Polyte, the best saddle-horse in South Carolina!"
"Yas"m. I"ll do my bes". I kin git you a hawse."
"I"ll pay you good wages, "Polyte. But you mustn"t drink. If a lady hires you, you can never get drunk, you know."
"I"ll tek de pledge."
"Take any pledge that you can keep," said Carolina. She gathered up the reins and turned her horse. The man took a step nearer.
"Well, "Polyte?"
"Miss Calline--"
"Well?"
"n.o.body ain"t ever trusted me befo"!"
"Well?"
"Not even my ole mammy. She voodooed me. She said I brought her bad luck, an" everybody tuk up de bad word agin me--"
"Well?"
"Even when I was a child, dey laid ever"thin" awn to me."
"I know."
"Well, you say ""Polyte, I trus" you. You tek care ob me.""
"Yes, that is what I say."
"Well, Miss Calline, _you gwine be teken cah ob_!"
"I am sure of it. Good-bye, "Polyte."
As she rode away, Carolina"s shoulders drooped until she seemed fairly to shrink in her saddle.
"If he had touched me--oh, my G.o.d!--if he had touched me, I would have killed myself!"
She bowed her face in her hands, and the bitter tears streamed through her fingers.
She strove to think--to quiet herself--no one must know. Suddenly she heard the hoof-beats of a horse behind her. She dashed away her tears and straightened herself in her saddle. If any white man suspected the cause of her agitation, a human life--the life of some black man--would pay the forfeit. "Polyte"s life was in her keeping. She began to think of him as her property,--a human soul given into her power until it could be saved through her ministrations. G.o.d help him to have got away! G.o.d protect him! Black or white, he was G.o.d"s child! The tear-stained face of a white woman,--a woman riding alone?
Scintilla had never felt a spur before in her life. Carolina knew it by her snort of fright and surprise. But she needed her best speed to draw away from the avenging white man on her track.
In her stall that night, Scintilla knew that there was a sharp-toothed animal which had bitten her twice in one short ride. She had tried to run away from it, but it was fastened to a woman"s heel.
CHAPTER XX.
MOULTRIE
It was the last of March. Spring, which comes so early in the South, was already in the fulfilment of her promise, and no lovelier spot could be found than that portion of South Carolina which contains the estates of Guildford, Sunnymede, and Whitehall.
Carolina, although working hard all of every day and often far into some nights, was happier than she had ever been in her life. She was free from the persecutions of Colonel Yancey at last. Little Gladys was now perfectly healed and as active as other children. Moultrie was proving a most eager and progressive student of Christian Science, and, while most of his narrowness and astonishing ignorance was still painfully in evidence at times when discussions of import took place, yet Carolina held faithfully to the thought that perfect harmony must result in time, and that such a fine mind as he naturally possessed must yield to the enlightenment which most men inherit. Instead of this, however, Moultrie La Grange inherited prejudices which had dwarfed and hampered his mental and spiritual advancement, and which mere friends overlooked.
But to Carolina, who loved him, they were heart-breaking. It was as impossible to discuss history with most of her relatives as to expect them to speak Chinese. In the country schools they used a history which described the Civil War as a series of rebel victories, and the outcome of the war was not accounted for in any way. Carolina, in reading the book at Moultrie"s request, wondered if the pupils, after a study of its facts, did not question the sanity of Gen. Robert E. Lee for surrendering a victorious and a gloriously successful army to a conquered and outnumbered foe, simply because General Grant asked him to. When she handed the history back to Moultrie, Carolina said, sadly:
"I wonder what you will say when I tell you that my dear father, who was as loyal a Southerner as ever lived, and who entered the Confederate army when he was only sixteen years old, was engaged at the time of his death in an elaborate life of Abraham Lincoln, whom he regarded as the best friend the South ever had, and the n.o.blest patriot America ever produced!"
The young man"s face flushed with feeling, but he was too wise to express his bitter disagreement with Carolina"s views.
But she knew how he felt and that, unless he deliberately determined to open his mind to the truth in every way, that she never could bring herself to marry him, and thus court discord in her daily life.
He did the best he could, but among his own people he pa.s.sed muster as an unusually fine fellow, well-educated and progressive. It was only when brought into contact with a broad-minded, cultured young woman like Carolina that Moultrie"s intellect showed its limitations. However, the fact that he was proud of his prejudices was the only alarming thing about the whole situation. Carolina saw his possibilities. She recognized his courage; she trusted in his capacity to rouse himself from his ignorance; she knew that he would some day awaken to the impression he made upon cultivated minds. And the more she yielded to his charm, to his chivalrous care of her, to the attraction his almost ideal beauty had for her, the more she was determined to save him in spite of himself. She knew that she could expect no help from his family, who idealized him just as he was, and who would have regarded an intimation that even a Benjamin Franklin would have found him crude, as sacrilege. Nor could relatives or friends avail, for did not all in his little community think as he did, and were not prejudices respected?
No, she realized that she must save him unaided and alone. Therefore, when, in a burst of pa.s.sion which nearly swept her off her feet and left her shaken and trembling, he asked her to marry him, she took her courage in both hands and refused.
He stared at her in a dismay so honest and unfeigned that she almost smiled. Then his face flushed, and he said, in a low, hurt tone:
"I understand. You have urged me to believe that Flower"s ancestry was not the disgraceful thing I suspect, when you could not bring yourself to believe it. That can--that must be your only reason, for you love me, Carolina. You have shown me in a hundred ways that you liked my care of you; you have permitted my attentions, you have not discouraged my honest, ardent love, which every one has been a witness to. You do care for me! You cannot deny it."
"Moultrie," said the girl, slowly, "I do not wish to deny it. I never said I did not love you, for I love you more dearly than you know or than you ever will know. I said I would not marry you, but not, oh, not on Flower"s account. I believe implicitly in all I have said of her.
If that were all, I would marry you to-morrow. But that is not the reason."
"Then what is? Oh, Carolina, love, _love_!"
"You don"t know me at all, Moultrie, or you would know what I am going to say."
"I reckon I don"t, dear, for I haven"t an idea of the reason."
"Well, it is because we never could be happy together, holding such different ideals and such different codes of honour. Colonel Yancey told my father in London that he would find the South heart-breaking, and it is."