Soon the three sisters went to their chambers and the south parlour was deserted. Caroline called to Henry in the study to put out the light before he came upstairs. They had been gone about an hour when he came into the room bringing the lamp which had stood in the study. He set it on the table and waited a few minutes, pacing up and down. His face was terrible, his fair complexion showed livid; his blue eyes seemed dark blanks of awful reflections.
Then he took the lamp up and returned to the library. He set the lamp on the centre table, and the shadow sprang out on the wall. Again he studied the furniture and moved it about, but deliberately, with none of his former frenzy. Nothing affected the shadow. Then he returned to the south room with the lamp and again waited. Again he returned to the study and placed the lamp on the table, and the shadow sprang out upon the wall. It was midnight before he went upstairs. Mrs. Brigham and the other sisters, who could not sleep, heard him.
The next day was the funeral. That evening the family sat in the south room. Some relatives were with them. n.o.body entered the study until Henry carried a lamp in there after the others had retired for the night. He saw again the shadow on the wall leap to an awful life before the light.
The next morning at breakfast Henry Glynn announced that he had to go to the city for three days. The sisters looked at him with surprise.
He very seldom left home, and just now his practice had been neglected on account of Edward"s death. He was a physician.
"How can you leave your patients now?" asked Mrs. Brigham wonderingly.
"I don"t know how to, but there is no other way," replied Henry easily.
"I have had a telegram from Doctor Mitford."
"Consultation?" inquired Mrs. Brigham.
"I have business," replied Henry.
Doctor Mitford was an old cla.s.smate of his who lived in a neighbouring city and who occasionally called upon him in the case of a consultation.
After he had gone Mrs. Brigham said to Caroline that after all Henry had not said that he was going to consult with Doctor Mitford, and she thought it very strange.
"Everything is very strange," said Rebecca with a shudder.
"What do you mean?" inquired Caroline sharply.
"Nothing," replied Rebecca.
n.o.body entered the library that day, nor the next, nor the next. The third day Henry was expected home, but he did not arrive and the last train from the city had come.
"I call it pretty queer work," said Mrs. Brigham. "The idea of a doctor leaving his patients for three days anyhow, at such a time as this, and I know he has some very sick ones; he said so. And the idea of a consultation lasting three days! There is no sense in it, and _now_ he has not come. I don"t understand it, for my part."
"I don"t either," said Rebecca.
They were all in the south parlour. There was no light in the study opposite, and the door was ajar.
Presently Mrs. Brigham rose--she could not have told why; something seemed to impel her, some will outside her own. She went out of the room, again wrapping her rustling skirts around that she might pa.s.s noiselessly, and began pushing at the swollen door of the study.
"She has not got any lamp," said Rebecca in a shaking voice.
Caroline, who was writing letters, rose again, took a lamp (there were two in the room) and followed her sister. Rebecca had risen, but she stood trembling, not venturing to follow. The doorbell rang, but the others did not hear it; it was on the south door on the other side of the house from the study. Rebecca, after hesitating until the bell rang the second time, went to the door; she remembered that the servant was out.
Caroline and her sister Emma entered the study. Caroline set the lamp on the table. They looked at the wall. "Oh, my G.o.d," gasped Mrs.
Brigham, "there are--there are two--shadows." The sisters stood clutching each other, staring at the awful things on the wall. Then Rebecca came in, staggering, with a telegram in her hand. "Here is--a telegram," she gasped. "Henry is--dead."
MAJOR PERDUE"S BARGAIN
By JOEL CHANDLER HARRIS
Copyright 1899 by Charles Scribner"s Sons.
When next I had an opportunity to talk with Aunt Minervy Ann, she indulged in a hearty laugh before saying a word, and it was some time before she found her voice.
"What is so funny to-day?" I inquired.
"Me, suh--nothin" tall "bout me, an" "tain"t only ter day, nudder.
Hit"s eve"y day sence I been big "nuff fer to see myse"f in de spring branch. I laughed den, an" I laugh now eve"y time I see myse"f in my min"--ef I" got any min". I wuz talkin" ter Hamp las" night an"
tellin" "im how I start in ter tell you sump"n "bout Ma.r.s.e Paul Conant"
shoulder, an" den eend up by tellin" you eve"ything else I know but dat.
"Hamp low, he did, "Dat ain"t nothin", bekaze when I ax you ter marry me, you start in an" tell me "bout a n.i.g.g.e.r gal "cross dar in Jasper County, which she make promise fer ter marry a man an" she crossed her heart; an" den when de time come she stood up an" marry "im an" fin"
out "tain"t de same man, but somebody what she ain"t never see" befo"."
"I "speck dat"s so, suh, bekaze dey wuz sump"n like dat happen in Jasper County. You know de Waters fambly--dey kep" race-hosses. Well, suh, "twuz right on der plantation. Warren Waters tol" me "bout dat hisse"f. He wuz de hoss-trainer, an" he "uz right dar on de groun".
When de gal done married, she look up an" holler, "You ain"t my husban", bekaze I ain"t make no promise fer ter marry you." De man he laugh, an" say, "Don"t need no promise atter you done married."
"Well, suh, dey say dat gal wuz skeer"d--skeer"d fer true. She sot on"
look in der fire. De man sot an" look at "er. She try ter slip out de do", an" he slipped wid "er. She walked to"rds de big house, an" he walkt wid "er. She come back, an" he come wid "er. She run an" he run wid "er. She cry an" he laugh at "er. She dunner what to do. Bimeby she tuck a notion dat de man mought be de Ol" Boy hisse"f, an" she dropped down on her knees an" "gun ter pray. Dis make de man restless; look like he frettin". Den he "gun ter shake like he havin" chill.
Den he slip down out"n de cheer. Down he went on his all-fours. Den his cloze drapped off, an" bless gracious! dar he wuz, a great big black s.h.a.ggy dog wid a short chain roun" his neck. Some un um flung a chunk of fire at "im, an" he run out howlin".
"Dat wuz de last dey seed un "im, suh. Dey flung his cloze in de fire, an" dey make a blaze dat come plum out"n de top er de chimbley stack.
Dat what make me tell Hamp "bout it, suh. He ax me fer ter marry "im, an" I wan"t so mighty sho" dat he wan"t de Ol" Boy."
"Well, that is queer, if true," said I, "but how about Mr. Conant"s crippled shoulder?"
"Oh, it"s de trufe, suh. Warren Waters tol" me dat out"n his own mouf, an" he wuz right dar. I dunno but what de gal wuz some er his kinnery.
I don"t min" tellin" you dat "bout Ma.r.s.e Paul, suh, but you mustn"t let on "bout it, bekaze Ma.r.s.e Tumlin an" Miss Vallie des" ez tetchous "bout dat ez dey kin be. I"d never git der fergivunce ef dey know"d I was settin" down here tellin" "bout dat.
"You know how "twaz in dem days. De folks what wuz de richest wuz de wussest off when de army come home from battlin". I done tol" you "bout Ma.r.s.e Tumlin. He ain"t had nothin" in de roun" worl" but a whole pa.s.sel er lan", an" me an" Miss Vallie. I don"t count Hamp, bekaze Hamp "fuse ter blieve he"s free twel he ramble "roun" an" fin" out de patterollers ain"t gwine ter take "im up. Dat how come I had ter sell ginger-cakes an" chicken-pies dat time. De money I made at dat ain"t last long, bekaze Ma.r.s.e Tumlin he been use" ter rich vittles, an" he went right downtown an" got a bottle er chow-chow, an" some olives, an"
some sardines, an" some cheese, an" you know yo"se"f, suh, dat money ain"t gwine ter las" when you buy dat kin" er doin"s.
"Well, suh, we done mighty well whiles de money helt out, but "tain"t court-week all de time, an" when dat de case, money got ter come fum some"rs else "sides sellin" cakes an" pies. Bimeby, Hamp he got work at de liberty stable, whar dey hire out hosses an" board um. I call it a hoss tavern, suh, but Hamp, he "low it"s a liberty stable. Anyhow, he got work dar, an" dat sorter he"p out. Sometimes he"d growl bekaze I tuck his money fer ter he"p out my white folks, but when he got right mad I"d gi" Miss Vallie de wink, an" she"d say: "Hampton, how"d you like ter have a little dram ter-night? You look like youer tired." I could a-hugged "er fer de way she done it, she "uz dat cute. An" den Hamp, he"d grin an" low, "I ain"t honin" fer it, Miss Vallie, but "twon"t do me no harm, an" it may do me good."
"An" den, suh, he"d set down, an" atter he got sorter warmed up wid de dram, he"d kinder roll his eye and low, "Miss Vallie, she is a fine white "oman!" Well, suh, "tain"t long "fo" we had dat n.i.g.g.e.r man trained--done trained, bless you" soul! One day Miss Vallie had ter go "cross town, an" she went by de liberty stable whar Hamp wuz at, leastways, he seed "er some"rs; an" he come home dat night lookin" like he wuz feelin" bad. He "fuse ter talk. Bimeby, atter he had his supper, he say, "I seed Miss Vallie downtown ter-day. She wuz wid Miss Irene, an" dat "ar frock she had on look mighty shabby." I low, "Well, it de bes" she got. She ain"t got money like de Chippendales, an" Miss Irene don"t keer how folks" cloze look. She too much quality fer dat."
Hamp say, "Whyn"t you take some er yo" money an" make Miss Vallie git er nice frock?" I low, "Whar I got any money?" Hamp he hit his pocket an" say, "You got it right here."
"An" sho" "nuff, suh, dat n.i.g.g.e.r man had a roll er money--mos" twenty dollars. Some hoss drovers had come long an" Hamp made dat money by trimmin" up de ol" mules dey had an" makin" um look young. He"s got de art er dat, suh, an" dey paid "im well. Dar wuz de money, but how wuz I gwine ter git it in Miss Vallie"s han"? I kin buy vittles an" she not know whar dey come fum, but when it come ter buyin" frocks--well, suh, hit stumped me. Dey wan"t but one way ter do it, an" I done it.
I make like I wuz mad. I tuck de money an" went in de house dar whar Miss Vallie wuz sewin" an" mendin". I went stompin" in, I did, an"
when I got in I started my tune.
"I low, "Ef de Perdues gwine ter go scandalizin" deyse"f by trottin"
down town in broad daylight wid all kinder frocks on der back, I"m gwine "way fum here; an" I dun"ner but what I"ll go anyhow. "Tain"t bekaze dey"s any lack er money, fer here de money right here." Wid dat I slammed it down on de table. "Dar! take dat an" git you a frock dat"ll make you look like sump"n when you git outside er dis house.
An" whiles you er gittin", git sump"n for ter put on yo" head!""
Whether it was by reason of a certain dramatic faculty inherent in her race that she was able to summon emotions at will, or whether it was mere unconscious reproduction, I am not prepared to say. But certain it is that, in voice and gesture, in tone and att.i.tude, and in a certain pa.s.sionate earnestness of expression, Aunt Minervy Ann built up the whole scene before my eyes with such power that I seemed to have been present when it occurred. I felt as if she had conveyed me bodily into the room to become a witness of the episode. She went on, still with a frown on her face and a certain violence of tone and manner: