But Chichester, being a man of quick perceptions, gathered from the animosity of the old man, and the rather uneasy att.i.tude of Miss Babe, that the discussion of Peevy"s appet.i.te had its origin in the lover-like attentions which he had been paying to the girl. Certainly Peevy was excusable, and if his attentions had been favorably received, he was to be congratulated, Chichester thought; for in all that region it would have been difficult to find a lovelier specimen of budding womanhood than the young girl who had striven so unsuccessfully to hide her embarra.s.sment as her grandfather proceeded, with the merciless recklessness of age, to criticize Peevy"s strength and weakness as a trencherman.
As Chichester had occasion to discover afterward, Peevy had his peculiarities; but he did not seem to be greatly different from other young men to be found in that region. One of his peculiarities was that he never argued about anything. He had opinions on a great many subjects, but his reasons for holding his opinions he kept to himself.
The arguments of those who held contrary views he would listen to with great patience, even with interest; but his only reply would be a slow, irritating smile and a shake of the head. Peevy was homely, but there was nothing repulsive about his homeliness. He was tall and somewhat angular; he was sallow; he had high cheek-bones, and small eyes that seemed to be as alert and as watchful as those of a ferret; and he was slow and deliberate in all his movements, taking time to digest and consider his thoughts before replying to the simplest question, and even then his reply was apt to be evasive. But he was good-humored and obliging, and, consequently, was well thought of by his neighbors and acquaintances.
There was one subject in regard to which he made no concealment, and that was his admiration for Miss Babe Hightower. So far as Peevy was concerned, she was the one woman in the world. His love for her was a pa.s.sion at once patient, hopeful, and innocent. He displayed his devotion less in words than in his att.i.tude; and so successful had he been that it was generally understood that by camp-meeting time Miss Babe Hightower would be Mrs. Tuck Peevy. That is to say, it was understood by all except Grandsir Hightower, who was apt to chuckle sarcastically when the subject was broached.
"They hain"t arry livin" man," he would say, "what"s ever seed anybody wi" them kind er eyes settled down an" married. No, sirs! Hit"s the vittles Tuck Peevy"s atter. Why, bless your soul an" body! he thes natchally dribbles at the mouth when he gits a whiff from the dinner-pot."
Certainly no one would have supposed that Tuck Peevy ever had a sentimental emotion or a romantic notion, but Grandsir Hightower did him great injustice. Behind his careless serenity he was exceedingly sensitive. It is true he was a man difficult to arouse; but he was what his friends called "a mighty tetchy man" on some subjects, and one of these subjects was Babe. Another was the revenue men. It was generally supposed by Peevy"s acquaintances on Lost Mountain that he had a moonshine apparatus over on Sweet.w.a.ter; but this supposition was the result, doubtless, of his well-known prejudice against the deputies sent out to enforce the revenue laws.
It had been the intention of Chichester to remain only a few days in that neighborhood; but the Hightowers were so hospitably inclined, and the outcroppings of minerals so interesting, that his stay was somewhat prolonged. Naturally, he saw a good deal of Peevy, who knew all about the mountain, and who was frequently able to go with him on his little excursions when Abe Hightower was otherwise engaged. Naturally enough, too, Chichester saw a great deal of Babe. He was interested in her because she was young and beautiful, and because of her quaint individuality. She was not only unconventional, but charmingly so. Her crudeness and her ignorance seemed to be merely phases of originality.
Chichester"s interest in Babe was that of a studiously courteous and deferent observer, but it was jealously noted and resented by Tuck Peevy. The result of this was not at first apparent. For a time Peevy kept his jealous suggestions to himself, but he found it impossible to conceal their effect. Gradually, he held himself aloof, and finally made it a point to avoid Chichester altogether. For a time Babe made the most of her lover"s jealousy. After the manner of her s.e.x, she was secretly delighted to discover that he was furious at the thought that she might inadvertently have cast a little bit of a smile at Mr. Chichester; and on several occasions she heartily enjoyed Peevy"s angry suspicions. But after a while she grew tired of such inconsistent and foolish manifestations. They made her unhappy, and she was too vigorous and too practical to submit to unhappiness with that degree of humility which her more cultivated sisters sometimes exhibit. One Sunday afternoon, knowing Chichester to be away, Tuck Peevy sauntered carelessly into Hightower"s yard, and seated himself on the steps of the little porch.
It was his first visit for several days, and Babe received him with an air of subdued coolness and indifference that did credit to her s.e.x.
"Wharbouts is your fine gent this mornin"?" inquired Peevy, after a while.
"Wharbouts is who?"
"Your fine gent wi" the sto"-clo"es on."
"I reckon you mean Cap"n Chichester, don"t you?" inquired Babe innocently.
"Oh, yes!" exclaimed Peevy; "he"s the chap I"m a-making my inquirements atter."
"He"s over on Sweet.w.a.ter, I reckon. Leastways thar"s whar he started to go."
"On Sweet.w.a.ter. Oh, yes!" Peevy paused and ran his long slim fingers through his thin straight hair. "I"m mighty much afeard," he went on after a pause, "that that fine gent o" yourn is a-gwine ter turn out for to be a snake. That"s what I"m afeard un."
"Well," said Babe, with irritating coolness, "he don"t do any of his sneakin" aroun" here. Ef he sneaks, he goes some"ers else to sneak. He don"t hang aroun" an" watch his chance to drap in an" pay his calls. I reckon he"d walk right in at the gate thar ef he know"d the Gov"ner er the State wuz a-settin" here. I"m mighty glad I hain"t saw none er his sneakin"."
Peevy writhed under this comment on his own actions, but said nothing in reply.
"You don"t come to see folks like you useter," said Babe, softening a little. "I reckon you er mighty busy down thar wi" your c.r.a.ps."
Peevy smiled until he showed his yellow teeth. It was not intended to be a pleasant smile.
"I reckon I come lots more"n I"m wanted," he replied. "I hain"t got much sense," he went on, "but I got a leetle bit, an" I know when my room"s wuth more"n my comp"ny."
"Your hints has got more wings"n stings," said Babe. "But ef I had in my min" what you er got in yourn--"
"Don"t say the word, Babe!" exclaimed Peevy, for the first time fixing his restless eyes on her face. "Don"t!"
"Yes, I"ll say it," said Babe solemnly. "I oughter "a" said it a long time ago when you wuz a-cuttin" up your capers bekaze Phli Varnadoe wuz a-comin" here to see Pap. I oughter "a" said it then, but I"ll say it now, right pine-blank. Ef I had in my min" what you er got in yourn, I wouldn"t never darken this door no more."
Peevy rose, and walked up and down the porch. He was deeply moved, but his face showed his emotion only by a slight increase of sallowness.
Finally he paused, looking at Babe.
"I lay you"d be mighty glad ef I didn"t come no more," he said, with a half smile. "I reckon it kinder rankles you for to see old Tuck Peevy a-hangin" roun" when the t"other feller"s in sight." Babe"s only reply was a scornful toss of the head.
"Oh, yes!" Peevy went on, "hit rankles you might"ly; yit I lay it won"t rankle you so much atter your daddy is took an" jerked off to Atlanty. I tell you, Babe, that ar man is one er the revenues--they hain"t no two ways about that."
Babe regarded her angry lover seriously.
"Hit ain"t no wonder you make up your min" ag"in" him when you er done made it up ag"in" me. I know in reason they must be somep"n "nother wrong when a great big grown man kin work hisself up to holdin" spite.
Goodness knows, I wish you wuz like you useter be when I fust know"d you."
Peevy"s sallow face flushed a little at the remembrance of those pleasant, peaceful days; but, somehow, the memory of them had the effect of intensifying his jealous mood.
""Tain"t me that"s changed aroun"," he exclaimed pa.s.sionately, "an"
"tain"t the days nuther. Hit"s you--you! An" that fine gent that"s a hanging roun" here is the "casion of it. Ever"whar I go, hit"s the talk.
Babe, you know you er lovin" that man!"
Peevy was wide of the mark, but the accusation was so suddenly and so bluntly made that it brought the blood to Babe"s face--a tremulous flush that made her fairly radiant for a moment. Undoubtedly Mr.
Chichester had played a very pleasing part in her youthful imagination, but never for an instant had he superseded the homely figure of Tuck Peevy. The knowledge that she was blushing gave Babe an excuse for indignation that women are quick to take advantage of. She was so angry, indeed, that she made another mistake.
"Why, Tuck Peevy!" she cried, "you sh.o.r.ely must be crazy. He wouldn"t wipe his feet on sech as me!"
"No," said Peevy, "I "lowed he wouldn"t, an" I "lowed as how you wouldn"t wipe your feet on me." He paused a moment, still smiling his peculiar smile. "Hit"s a long ways down to Peevy, ain"t it?"
"You er doin" all the belittlin"," said Babe.
"Oh, no, Babe! Ever"thing"s changed. Why, even them dogs barks atter me.
Ever"thing"s turned wrong-sud-outerds. An" you er changed wuss"n all."
"Well, you don"t reckon I"m a-gwine ter run out"n the gate thar an"
fling myself at you, do you?" exclaimed Babe.
"No, I don"t. I"ve thes come to-day for to git a cle"r understan"in"."
He hesitated a moment and then went on: "Babe, will you marry me to-morrow?" He asked the question with more eagerness than he had yet displayed.
"No, I won"t!" exclaimed Babe, "ner the nex" day nuther. The man I marry"ll have a lots better opinion of me than what you er got."
Babe was very indignant, but she paused to see what effect her words would have. Peevy rubbed his hands nervously together, but he made no response. His serenity was more puzzling than that of the mountain. He still smiled vaguely, but it was not a pleasing smile. He looked hard at Babe for a moment, and then down at his clumsy feet. His agitation was manifest, but it did not take the shape of words. In the trees overhead two jays were quarreling with a catbird, and in the upper air a bee-martin was fiercely pursuing a sparrow-hawk.
"Well," he said, after a while, "I reckon I better be gwine."
"Wait till your hurry"s over," said Babe, in a gentler tone.
Peevy made no reply, but pa.s.sed out into the road and disappeared down the mountain. Babe followed him to the gate, and stood looking after him; but he turned his head neither to the right nor to the left, and in a little while she went into the house with her head bent upon her bosom. She was weeping. Grandsir Hightower, who had shuffled out on the porch to sun himself, stared at the girl with amazement.
"Why, honey!" he exclaimed, "what upon the top side er the yeth ails you?"
"Tuck has gone home mad, an" he won"t never come back no more," she cried.
"What"s the matter wi" "im?"
"Oh, he"s thes mad along er me."