"I said you had done gone plum crazy," she cried, "but I nebbah thought I"d lib teh see the day you"d raise yo" arm ag"in yo" own wife an"
chile. Don" you dar" tech "em! I"ll p"otect "em wid my life"s blood!"
"Shut up, you old harridan!" returned Gilcrest. "n.o.body"s going to strike your mistress, or her daughter either. Take your Miss Jane to her room, and attend to her."
"I doan lebe dis room tell I speaks my min" "bout yo" onG.o.dly carryin"
on an" yo" shameful "buse ob my sweet lamb, my own Miss Betsy."
"Shut up, I tell you!" again cried Gilcrest.
"I woan shet up. I will speak my min"!"
"I"ll cowhide you, you black witch!" shouted her master, threateningly.
"Whip me? Ole Dilsey? "Deed you woan! Ef you lays de weight ob a fingah on me, I"ll t"ar you limb f"um limb!" She faced him, arms akimbo, eyes snapping, and defiance in every line of her tall figure and in every fold of her red turban. "Does you think I"se feared ob you? Me, whut nussed an" tended you when you wuz a pore, sickly baby, an" bossed you, an" spanked yo" back sides many a time when you wuz a streprous, mis-che-vous boy?"
"Leave the room this instant!" cried Gilcrest, white with anger.
"Nary step does I budge tell I frees my mind," answered Dilsey with determination. "Hain"t you no bowels ob marcy fur yo" own flesh an"
blood? Is you done persessed by de Debble, dat you treats dat pore lamb so, whut hain"t done nuthin" but be true to her sweetheart? Yo" fust borned chile, too, yo" leetle gal whut you kissed an" cried obah fur joy when ole Dilsey fotch her to you; an" you tuck her in yo" arms, de tears runnin" down yo" cheeks an" yo" voice trem"lin" an" a-shakin", ez you thanked de good Lawd fur yo" purty black-eyed baby gal, an" fur bringin" yo" pore young wife safe frew her trial!"
"There, there, Dilsey," said Gilcrest, moved in spite of himself by her rough eloquence. "You have entirely misconceived the situation. I had no intention of striking either your mistress or Miss Betsy. Leave off your foolish raving, and help me get your Miss Jane to her bed. Don"t you see she is not able to stand?" Then to his daughter he added, "If all this excitement and trouble make your mother really ill, it is your fault, you rebellious girl."
CHAPTER x.x.x.
YOUNG LOCHINVAR
"So light to the croup the fair lady he swung, So light to the saddle before her he sprung; "She is won! we are gone--over bank, bush and scaur; They"ll have fleet steeds that follow," quoth Young Lochinvar."
The next afternoon, Major Gilcrest, from the window of a back room, saw his daughter coming in alone through the shrubbery, and strongly suspected that she had been meeting Abner Logan again. Gilcrest, however, said nothing to her, and she went upstairs. She remained in her room, busy over some needlework, about an hour. Then, as it was getting too dark to sew, she put aside her work to go downstairs; but just then she heard the key turned in her door, and found it locked from the outside. She was a prisoner in her bedchamber.
She remained there for two days, without seeing any one but the negro girl Polly, who three times a day came to the room to replenish the fire and to bring her meals. From Polly, Betsy learned that Mrs.
Gilcrest was ill and confined to her room, and that Major Gilcrest was preparing for a journey, and purposed taking his daughter with him. He sent by Polly a curt note which further enlightened Betty of his intentions. She was directed to pack her clothes and be in readiness to start with him for Ma.s.sachusetts as soon as her mother"s health would allow him to leave home. He also informed Betsy that he meant to leave her in Ma.s.sachusetts at a boarding-school.
Instead of obeying her father"s command, Betsy spent her solitary hours in trying to hit upon some mode of escape from her prison, or at least for some means of communicating with her lover.
On the third night of her imprisonment she retired early, feeling that she would need all her strength for the morrow"s struggle; for she was fully resolved that no power on earth should be strong enough to compel her to leave home with her father. She was exhausted, and soon fell asleep. In the night she was awakened by some one shaking her and calling her name softly. She opened her eyes, and found Aunt Dilsey standing over her with a lighted candle in one hand.
"Sh--, sh--, honey, don"t mek no noise!"
"How did you get here?" asked Betsy, sitting up in bed and now thoroughly roused.
"I stole de key f"um de nail in de hall, an" den slipped up de sta"rs.
I allus walks jes lak a cat, you knows, so Ma.r.s.e Hi didn"t heah me. But nebbah min" dat now. Git up quick, an" do whut I tells you. I"se gwineteh he"p you "scape to Ma.r.s.e Abner, dis berry hour. He"s waitin"
fur you on his nag down to de bars at de eend ob de leetle woods pastur", an" he"ll tek you straight to de preachah"s house, an" you kin be married right off."
"But, mammy," began Betsy.
"Shet up, chile, an" do ez I says. It"s yo" on"y chance; fur onct Ma.r.s.e Hi gits you "way f"um heah, it"ll be many a long day foh you sees yo"
sweetheart ag"in. I tell you yo" pap"s thet desprut dar"s no tellin"
whut he woan do teh keep you an" yo" sweetheart "part. So doan let me heah no "jections, but jes" listen to me. You"se to slip out frew de ole log-room heah--you carn"t git out frew de hall; fur yo" pap"ll heah you, sh.o.r.e, kaze his door"s open, an" you knows he allus sleeps wid one eye an" bofe years open. But you go inteh de log-room, an" clamb out by de windah. See! Heah"s a rope I done mek outen bedclothes. We"ll tie it to de bed-post, an" it"s plenty long "nough to reach most to de groun"
frew de windah, whut hain"t more"n twelve or fou"teen foot f"um de groun". "Sides, dar"s notches all down de wall outside whah de c.h.i.n.kin"s done fell out. So you kin hold ontah de ropes, put yo" foots in de gaps, an" git down ez easy ez ef "twuz on sta"r steps."
The chamber Betsy occupied was in the ell of the house, and communicated through a closet with the upper room of the old log house of two rooms which had been left standing when the new house was built.
The lower apartment of this old structure was now used as a weaving-room.
"But why not go down through the window of the lower room?" asked Betsy.
"Kaze I carn"t fin" de key to de door et de foot ob de sta"rway intah de loom-room. But you woan hab no trouble, noways, climbin" down dat wall. So hurry, an" while you dresses, I"ll pack up some ob yo" clo"s in a bundle. I"se done shet ole Jock an" Ponto up in de woodhouse to keep dem f"um barkin" an" rousin" yo" pap. Soon"s you"se down safe, I"ll go out an" lock yo" door ag"in, slip down de sta"rs, an" Ma.r.s.e, when he fin"s you"se skipped, will think you"se "scaped by yo"se"f.
But, anyways, I doan much keer ef he does fin" dat ole Dilsey holped you; I hain"t feared. He woan dar" tackle me."
"It seems hard," said Betty, "that I must steal out of my father"s house in this way like a thief; but it"s my only chance."
Aunt Dilsey"s plan worked successfully. Betsy, by means of her bed-quilt rope and the c.h.i.n.ks in the wall, had no difficulty in making her escape. Old Dilsey, as soon as her young mistress reached the ground, softly dropped the bundle after her, and then the girl sped across the snow through the side yard to the little woods, where at the bars her lover awaited her. She climbed up behind him on his brown mare, Bess, and in a short while reached Barton Stone"s house.
Logan had already related the circ.u.mstances of the case to the minister, who said that the young couple were fully justified in the step they had taken; and so they were married. Stone and his wife urged them to remain the night with them, but Abner said that Mr. and Mrs.
Rogers were expecting them. Accordingly they rode away, and reached the Rogers home about midnight. Late as it was, the entire family were up and fully prepared to receive them.
CHAPTER x.x.xI.
A NOVEL BRIDAL TOUR
The next morning the young couple, accompanied by Susan Rogers, with Rache in the capacity of serving-woman, set out on their bridal tour, a three-mile ride over the snow, to their future home. A stout sledge drawn by a yoke of oxen was the primitive equipage of the bridal party.
The wedding presents, though the gifts of but one family, were many and useful, if not beautiful and costly. A feather bed and a pair of fat pillows were Mrs. Rogers" most valuable gift. "No, Betsy," she said as she tied them up in an old quilt, "we hain"t robbin" ourse"ves; we"ve got more beds an" pillahs then we hev people to sleep on "em; besides, hain"t we got plenty geese?"
"Nevah you mind, Betsy," chuckled Mason Rogers; "Cynthy Ann knows better"n you do whut she kin spar" tow"ds settin" you an" Ab up to housekeepin". The real offus uv a bride is to be ornamental. So, all you got to do this mawnin" is to set up on thet ther sled, an" look purty."
A coa.r.s.e but well-bleached tablecloth, a gourd of lard, a cheese, half a loaf of cake, a skillet and a coffee boiler completed Mrs. Rogers"
list.
The gifts of her husband were no less generous: a side of meat, a supply of meal, potatoes, hominy, sugar, a jug of cider vinegar, and another of mola.s.ses, concerning which gifts he declared, in answer to Abner"s protest: "Of course, you"n" Betty kin live on love; so I jes"
put in them eatables fur Susan--pore gal, she ain"t got no husban" yit to mek her fergit she"s got a stommick. Besides, even you an" yer bride will find livin" on love a weak"nin" exper"ence artah the fust few days; an" this snow looks lak it hed come to stay all wintah. The roads "tween heah an" Bourbonton won"t be broke through "nough fur you to haul a load o" things frum thar befoh March, mayby. Allus feed yer husban" good, Betty. With all the men whut evah I seen, the stommick "pears to be the seat o" the affections; an" Abner hain"t no exception.
He kin mek an ash cake or a hunk o" middlin" disappear "bout ez fast ez the nex" one; an" when it comes to tacklin" a stack o" flitters seasoned with maple merla.s.ses, he kin beat all creation, unless "tis Tommy an" Buddy, an" the amount o" vittels them two shavers kin manidge to stow "way is "nough to mek a pusson think ther laigs is holler.
These two cheers," he continued as he tied them in place on the sledge, "air fur me an" Cynthy Ann to set on when we come ovah nex" Sunday to pay our bridal call an" to fotch Cissy an" Rache home. Abner hain"t got but two cheers, Betty--one fur Susan, an" one fur you an" him; but me an" Cynthy Ann"s done got pas" the time when one cheer kin "commerdate us both comf"table. Whut you got thar?" he asked the negro Tom, as he came forward, while Rube lingered bashfully in the background.
"Me an" Rube wants tab gib somethin" ter spress our "gratulatins ter Miss Betsy an" Ma.r.s.e Ab; so we presents dese ax-handles whut we"se made oursel"s, an" dis bowl whut we"se hollered outen a ash-tree fur a nice bread-tray; an" we wishes you bofe much joy in de road you"se dis day sotten out on in double harnish." Grinning and bobbing, he presented the offerings, and then stepped back to make room for Uncle Tony.
"Ma.r.s.e Ab, you"ll "cep" dis bunch o" brooms f"um ole Tony; kaze he wuz yer fus" "quaintunce when you come ter dis kintry. Dese brooms will "min" you ob yer ole home; kaze dey"s tied wid de same twist an" loop jes" ez dey mek brooms wid in ole Virginny. An" I wishes you "n" yer purty bride all de hap"ness an" prosp"ity whut kin come ter us pore morsels trablin" frew dis vale ob tears."
"Well, Ab," said Mason, gleefully, as Abner, after gratefully thanking the darkeys, proceeded to find a place for the things on the well-loaded sled, "you"d bettah walk straight now; a broom"s a dangerous weepon in a woman"s hands. You know the ole sayin" "bout brooms, Betsy? "In fair weathah use one eend; in foul weathah use t"other!""
Susan"s contributions were a pair of blankets and a supply of tow-linen sheeting and toweling, all of her own weaving. The twins, not to be outdone, begged Betsy to accept all their nine-patch pieces, "which only lack a few more squares," they said, "to mek a quilt big "nough fur any bed."