"Was it Mary?"
"No, I don"t think thet wuz it."
"Was it Sarah?"
"Yes, thet"s it. Sarah--Sarah Jane, thet"s it. I"m pos"tive it wuz Sarah Jane. Did you know eny uv her people?"
"Yes, I think so," Abner replied, "but I"m still more interested in the other John Logan."
"Well, sir, ez I said, I knew nothin" uv him, more"n whut I fust told you; but, stop, Peter Stump wuz his comrid, an" he----"
"Is this Peter Stump living, and, if so, where?" was the next anxious inquiry.
"Why, yes, he"s alive an" a-kickin"; leastways, he wuz last Monday three weeks ago, when I seen him at Pockville. He lives two mile south uv thar, on the road to Richmond."
That night our much-tried hero went once more to the old box in the garret, and took from it the miniature of his father, and the letter to Mary, written the night before the battle. With these in his pocket, Abner the next morning went to Pockville. He had no difficulty in finding Peter Stump, and was soon in possession of information which filled him with renewed life and joy. Stump recognized the miniature as that of his messmate, John (or Jack) Logan. Stump remembered the other John Logan, and said that in features and sometimes in expression the two Logans were much alike, but that in complexion and disposition they were utterly dissimilar. Jack Logan was of dark and sallow complexion, had curly black hair, and was about six feet, one inch in height. He was reserved, quiet, sober in his habits, and peaceably inclined. The other John had a ruddy complexion, hair a shade lighter than his cousin"s, and a temper so fiery and quarrelsome that he was forever in some broil with his comrades. He was a hard drinker, too, and a gambler. He was nearly two inches taller than Jack Logan, and was the tallest man in the regiment. Jack Logan, up to the beginning of the war, had always lived in Kenelworth, but the other John Logan, although born in Kenelworth, had lived a wandering life. Other facts which Stump revealed explained the message in Jack Logan"s last letter to Mary.
Stump and Logan had been close friends, and the former had learned from his friend the reason of the hasty marriage. Mary Hollis, at the time, was living with her cousins, two old maidens, who were ardent British sympathizers, and, therefore, did their utmost to prejudice the young girl against her lover, until he, fearing that if his sweetheart remained under the influence of her Tory relatives, she would finally be estranged from him, persuaded her to marry him at once. It was just after the battles of Trenton and Princeton, and Logan, elated by these two victories for the American cause, was inclined, like many other hopeful young patriots, to believe that the war would soon be over. So, although he knew that for the present he must be separated from his bride much of the time, and that he was but poorly able to provide for her, rashly persuaded her to marry him. As the months went by, and the Continental army, instead of achieving fresh victories, was suffering loss and increasing hardship, Logan grew more and more remorseful and unhappy about his young wife and infant son. The night before the battle of Monmouth, he seemed to have a premonition of his fate on the morrow, and was more than ever troubled over the future for his wife and babe. He wrote his wife, asking forgiveness for having persuaded her into the imprudent marriage, promising that if his life was spared, he would try to atone to her for all she had suffered, and begging her in any case to find shelter with her sister until the war would be over. After Logan was killed, Stump had himself managed to convey this letter to Mary at Morristown; but he could only stay a few minutes with her, as his regiment was hurrying eastward. During the Virginia campaign several years later, when Stump"s regiment was with Lafayette around Yorktown--about twenty miles from Lawsonville--he had intended to ask for leave of absence, and go to see how it fared with his former comrade"s widow; but, hearing that she had married again and removed to Kentucky, he did not go to Lawsonville.
When Abner Logan returned to Williamsburg the day after his conference with Peter Stump, he found a letter from Mason Rogers. Mr. Rogers wrote that he had questioned several men who had been in the fight at Blue Licks and who remembered the Page brothers well. The elder brother was Marshall, the name of the younger was Marcemus. Rogers further wrote that two women who had been in Bryan Station during the siege and who were now living in Fayette County, remembered that Marcemus Page, after his escape from the Indians, had come back to Bryan"s for the little orphan boy whom he took to the mother"s people in Virginia. These witnesses could swear that it was Marshall Page"s wife who had died at the station in August, 1782, while the men were in pursuit of the Indians. Moreover, one of the women remembered that Marcemus Page had told her that he intended, after placing Marshall"s little stepson in the care of the boy"s Virginia relations, to go on to Maryland. The woman also said that Marcemus had told her that his own wife, who had died that spring on the way into Kentucky, was a native of Maryland, from Charles County.
After hearing what these women said, Rogers, knowing that Barton Stone was a native of Charles County, Maryland, had then gone to see him.
Stone, though but a lad when his family had removed from Charles County, remembered the Page family. There were two brothers, Marshall and Marcemus, and Marcemus had married Mary Beale, a cousin of Stone"s mother; and soon afterward had left Maryland with his wife to join his brother somewhere in Virginia, intending to go on with him to settle in the backwoods of Kentucky.
After receiving Rogers" letter, Abner Logan lost no time in returning to Kentucky. The day following his arrival at Cane Ridge, he sent Major Gilcrest a note asking for an interview. The messenger brought back the note unopened and the verbal message from Gilcrest declining to hold any intercourse with Abner or to receive any written communication from him.
Rogers then advised communicating with the Major through a lawyer, but Abner felt that he must see Betty before he could decide upon this course. He contrived, through Aunt Dilsey, to convey a note to the girl. She wrote back that she would meet him that afternoon at their former trysting-place. Here, accordingly, the two lovers met, after a separation of over half a year, and renewed their vows of love and fealty.
Abner gave Betsy a full account of everything, and consulted with her as to the best way to communicate with her father; for it was imperative that Major Gilcrest should immediately be made acquainted with Abner"s true history and his right to the Hite inheritance. Betsy urged her lover not to place his affairs in the hands of a lawyer until she had first tried what she could do with her father. She also thought that her mother, first of all, should be told everything. To this Abner agreed.
That night Betsy had a long talk with her mother. Poor Mrs. Gilcrest, who for many years had been oppressed by the dark secret of her early life, felt now, when she had learned all that her daughter had to reveal, as if a great burden was lifted from her spirit. She rejoiced not only in the certainty that her own clandestine marriage was valid, and that her cousin had been a lawfully wedded wife, but also because of the knowledge that Abner Logan, whom she had always greatly liked, was the son of her well-beloved cousin and foster sister, Mary Hollis, and that he was in every respect a suitable mate for Betsy.
In her relief and joy she felt that she now had courage to confess all to her husband. The next evening she nerved herself for this ordeal.
Mrs. Gilcrest could not have chosen a less favorable occasion for her purpose; for Major Gilcrest had just learned, through one of the servants, that Betsy had met her lover the afternoon before. He was furiously exasperated that his daughter had thus set at naught his commands; and he raved in so frenzied a style of disobedience, deception, and of the infamy of any girl who would hold clandestine meetings with a man, that poor, cowardly Mrs. Gilcrest"s newly acquired valor evaporated before the fire of her husband"s wrath, and she dared not confess the secret she had withheld during all their married life.
She did, however, intercede for Abner, venturing her conviction that in birth and character he was fit to wed with Betsy. But the poor creature was so cowed by her habitual awe of her lord and master, and by his present irascible temper, as well as by the burden of her own yet unconfessed secret, that the stammering, incoherent tale she told of the two John Logans, of the time and place of Mary Hollis" death, and of Abner"s being Andrew Hite"s legal heir, was anything but convincing.
Her feeble attempt at explanation and intercession, instead of softening the obstinate Major, only wrought him up to a still higher pitch of exasperation.
Mrs. Gilcrest"s effort to enlighten her husband having failed, young Logan engaged an attorney, through whom the lord of Oaklands was perforce convinced of Abner"s legitimacy and right to the Hite possessions.
But there still remained in the secret drawer of the Major"s escritoire those doc.u.mentary proofs against "A. D."s" political integrity, and in the Major"s mind those convictions of the young man"s connection with dangerous Spanish intrigues. More than that, there was the Major"s ingrained obstinacy and his aversion to confessing himself in the wrong. So that, although he was not unduly covetous of the Hite inheritance, and although, had he not been so hara.s.sed and imbittered by his daughter"s defiance, he would have rejoiced that Abner Logan was well born and prosperous, just now he was in a humor the reverse of rejoicing or yielding. Therefore his opposition to Betsy"s suitor was as firm as ever; and the two lovers appeared as far as ever from the attainment of their hopes.
CHAPTER XXIX.
AUNT DILSEY TO THE RESCUE
"Send Miss Betsy to me at once," was Gilcrest"s order to a negro girl who was sweeping the hall one cold, snowy morning in December, as he strode into the house, whip in hand, clad in overcoat and riding-boots.
"Where"s your mistress?"
"In the settin"-room, marstah."
"Then send Miss Betsy to me there. Put down that broom, and go at once--move quickly, n.i.g.g.e.r!" With a grim look he went into the sitting-room, where his wife was dawdling over her tambour frame; and Polly sped up the stairs. In the upper hall she encountered Aunt Dilsey.
"Whut"s the mattah, gal?" asked the old negress. "You look lak a rabbit skeered outen a bresh heap."
"Marstah"s stompin" an" ragin" "roun lak a mad bull down thah," panted the girl. "He say teh fotch Miss Betsy to him to oncet in the settin"-room. She"s gwine kotch it sho "nough this time."
""Deed she hain"t, long"s her brack mammy"s heah teh p"otect her! Ma.r.s.e Hi"s losin" his las" grain o" sense; but he bettah min" how he capers "roun". He"s been p.u.s.s.ecutin" thet bressed chile long "nough--all kaze she"s true teh her "fections, an" woan give in when he say she shan"t hev thet nice, rosy-cheek, perlite young gemmin she"s begaged to. Ole Dilsey"s done kep" still long "nough; it"s time fer her teh lay down de law a bit. I hain"t feared o" Ma.r.s.e Hi, ef he does stomp an" rumpage.
You heahs me, doan you?"
In this, as in all other large households throughout the Southern States, the "black mammy" was an indispensable part of the family. The real mother usually gave her children careful attention and superintended their training; but she took upon herself little of the drudgery and burden of their upbringing. A subordinate nurse was the children"s guardian and companion when they went out for play or exercise, but the "black mammy" ruled over this negro and was the highest authority on all matters pertaining to the nursery. Even the real mother humored this foster mother in the management of the children; and when, as in the case of Mrs. Gilcrest, the mistress was frail of health and una.s.sertive by nature, the black mammy"s authority became almost paramount. And such was the nature of Dilsey"s authority.
Silas Gilcrest, Hiram"s father, had bought Dilsey from a Ma.s.sachusetts slave-ship when she was a child of twelve years. She was just from Africa, and could not speak a word of English. Silas Gilcrest brought her at once into his own house, where she served first as nurse to the infant Hiram, and later as upper house servant. Her skin was black as ebony, but she was of superior intelligence and of stout and loyal heart. She nursed Hiram Gilcrest in his babyhood, was his caretaker and faithful attendant in boyhood, and his loyal adherent in early manhood.
When he married, she went with him from Ma.s.sachusetts to Virginia, and from there she and her husband and two children accompanied Hiram and his wife to Kentucky.
When Betsy, Hiram"s first-born, was laid in old Dilsey"s arms, she had just buried her own baby, and all the mother love of her pa.s.sionate nature went out to this tiny scion of the house of Gilcrest.
Thenceforward, the unreasoning, self-sacrificing devotion which in former days Dilsey had lavished upon Hiram was transferred to his daughter.
As time went on, and her cares and responsibilities multiplied with the advent of each new baby to her master and mistress, Mammy Dilsey, though still faithful and devoted, became more and more self-important and dictatorial. She felt herself superior in education and position to the other negroes, and almost, if not quite, as important a part of the household as the master himself. As for Mrs. Gilcrest, Dilsey"s regard for her was compounded of admiration and pitying patronage. She loved and tended and ruled over all the children, but Betsy was her idol, for whom she would cheerfully have laid down her own life. Throughout Betsy"s disagreement with her father, Dilsey had been her confidant and comforter; and her indignation against her master for the past few months had only thus far been restrained from actual outbreak by Betty"s entreating her to be silent, lest by want of tactful patience she might still further provoke the irascible spirit of the master of Oaklands. On this particular morning, however, Aunt Dilsey"s spirit was stirred within her, and she felt it high time to a.s.sert herself.
When Betsy reached the sitting-room she found her mother crying helplessly and her father fuming up and down the room.
"What do you mean by this, girl?" he asked, flourishing a folded paper in her face. "Did I not command you to have nothing more to do with that worthless fellow? And here you are actually writing to him, and bribing my servants to fetch his letters and to take him your answers!
What do you mean?"
"I mean, sir," Betsy answered, facing him bravely, "that I"ll not submit to your tyrannical treatment any longer--keeping me a prisoner in these grounds, and forbidding me to hold any communication with the man I love and honor and mean to marry. I have been for weeks under restraint; not even allowed to walk about the yard without a spying black slave at my heels. More than this, two weeks ago you intercepted a letter addressed to me, and you now hold in your hand--without any right whatever--a note of mine to Mr. Logan. What if I did "stoop to bribe a servant" to carry a message to my lover? That is little in comparison with your keeping me in durance, and intercepting my letters. And you talk to me of "stooping" and of dishonor!"
"Betsy! Betsy! my dear, my dear!" wailed her mother, "don"t use such language. Oh, oh, you and your father are killing me!"
"Mother, mother, have you no feeling for your daughter, that you have said no word to help her in all these months? Are you so under the thrall of that tyrant that you meekly submit without a protest to such treatment of me? Yes," she said, turning to her father, who stood motionless, his eyes blazing, his face white with pa.s.sion, "you are a tyrant, but I defy you. You shall not break my spirit. I mean to marry Abner Logan as soon as he says the word."
"Be silent, before I strike you!" cried her father, advancing toward her. "Go! Fling yourself into your lover"s arms as soon as you please.
I wash my hands of you, you willful, pa.s.sionate hussy!"
"Stop! stop! this instant, Hiram Gilcrest," shrieked his wife, rising from her chair and stamping her foot. Then she rushed to him, caught his arm and actually shook him, crying: "You shall not heap such abuse on my child! I have been silent long enough."
If the portrait of old Silas Gilcrest, hanging above the mantel, had opened its mouth and spoken, father and daughter could not have been more astounded than at this outbreak. In the whole course of her married life this was the first time that Jane Gilcrest had ever a.s.serted herself, or raised her voice against her lord and master.
"Yes, you are a brute to use such language and to treat your daughter so! And now, I suppose you"ll beat me, next; you look as though you"d like to fell us both to the earth with that whip--oh! oh! oh!" she shrieked, and fell back in a swoon.
Betsy, white, unnerved, and more frightened than she had ever been in her life, sprang to her mother"s aid, who recovered from her faint only to go into violent hysterics. Gilcrest stood dazed and motionless, staring at his wife, with the riding-whip unconsciously clenched in his hand.
[Ill.u.s.tration: _At this juncture the door was flung open by old Dilsey._]
At this juncture, the door was flung open by old Dilsey. She stood a second on the threshold, as though paralyzed at the tableau before her.
Mrs. Gilcrest leaned back in her chair, moaning and trembling; Betsy crouched by her side, in reality trying to pacify her mother, though apparently seeking shelter from her father, who stood before them with the uplifted whip. Then, her black eyes blazing, the negress sprang forward with the swiftness and fierceness of a tiger; and charging upon her master with such force as almost to throw him down, she seized his arm and wrenched the whip from his grasp.