"I shall never marry," said John to himself.
V.
THE MASTER"S HOME-COMING
The Garnet estate was far from baronial in its extent. Rosemont"s whole area was scarcely sixty acres, a third of which was wild grove close about three sides of the dwelling. The house was of brick, large, with many rooms in two tall stories above a bas.e.m.e.nt. At the middle of the north front was a square Greek porch with wide steps spreading to the ground. A hall extended through and let out upon a rear veranda that spanned the whole breadth of the house. Here two or three wooden pegs jutted from the wall, on which to hang a saddle, bridle, or gourd, and from one of which always dangled a small cowhide whip. Barbara and Johanna, hand in hand--Johanna was eleven and very black--often looked on this object with whispering awe, though neither had ever known it put to fiercer use than to drive chickens out of the hall. Down in the yard, across to the left, was the kitchen. And lastly, there was that railed platform on the hip-roof, whence one could see, in the northeast, over the tops of the grove, the hills and then the mountains; in the southeast the far edge of Turkey Creek battle-ground; and in the west, the great setting sun, often, from this point, commended to Barbara as going to bed quietly and before dark.
The child did not remember the father. Once or twice during the war when otherwise he might have come home on furlough, the enemy had intervened.
Yet she held no enthusiastic unbelief in his personal reality, and prayed for him night and morning: that G.o.d would bless him and keep him from being naughty--"No, that ain"t it--an" keep him f"om bein"--no, don"t tell me!--and ast him why he don"t come see what a sweet mom-a I"m dot!"
People were never quite done marveling that even Garnet should have won the mistress of this inheritance, whom no one else had ever dared to woo. Her hair was so dark you might have called it black--her eyes were as blue as June, and all the elements of her outward beauty were but the various testimonies of a n.o.ble mind. She had been very willing for Rosemont to be founded here. There was a belief in her family that the original patentee--he that had once owned the whole site of Suez and more--had really from the first intended this spot for a college site, and when Garnet proposed that with his savings they build and open upon it a male academy, of which he should be princ.i.p.al, she consented with an alacrity which his vanity never ceased to resent, since it involved his leaving the pulpit. For Princ.i.p.al Garnet was very proud of his moral character.
On the same afternoon in which John March first saw the Major and Jeff-Jack, Barbara and Johanna were down by the spring-house at play.
This structure stood a good two hundred yards from the dwelling, where a brook crossed the road. Three wooded slopes ran down to it, and beneath the leafy arches of a hundred green shadows that only at noon were flecked with sunlight, the water gla.s.sed and crinkled scarce ankle deep over an unbroken floor of naked rock.
The pair were wading, Barbara in the road, Johanna at its edge, when suddenly Barbara was aware of strange voices, and looking up, was fastened to her footing by the sight of two travelers just at hand. One was on horseback; the other, a youth, trod the stepping stones, ragged, dusty, but bewilderingly handsome. Johanna, too, heard, came, and then stood like Barbara, awe-stricken and rooted in the water. The next moment there was a whirl, a bound, a splash--and Barbara was alone.
Johanna, with three leaping strides, was out of the water, across the fence, and scampering over ledges and loose stones toward the house, mad with the joy of her news:
"Mahse John Wesley! Mahse John Wesley!"--up the front steps, into the great porch and through the hall--"Mahse John Wesley! Mahse John Wesley!
De waugh done done! De waugh ove" dis time fo" sho"! Glory!
Glory!"--down the back steps, into the kitchen--"Mahse John Wesley!"--out again and off to the stables--"Mahse John Wesley!" While old Virginia ran from the kitchen to her cabin rubbing the flour from her arms and crying, "Tu"n out! tu"n out, you laazy black n.i.g.g.e.rs! Mahse John Wesley Gyarnet a-comin" up de road!"
Barbara did not stir. She felt the soldier"s firm hands under her arms, and her own form, straightened and rigid, rising to the glad lips of the disabled stranger who bent from the saddle; but she kept her eyes on the earth. With her dripping toes stiffened downward and the youth clasping her tightly, they moved toward the house. In the grove gate the horseman galloped ahead; but Barbara did not once look up until at the porch-steps she saw yellow Willis, the lame ploughman, smiling and limping forward round the corner of the house; Trudie, the house girl, trying to pa.s.s him by; Johanna wildly dancing; Aunt Virginia, her hands up, calling to heaven from the red cavern of her mouth; Uncle Leviticus, her husband, Cornelius"s step-father, holding the pawing steed; gladness on every face, and the mistress of Rosemont drawing from the horseman"s arm to welcome her ragged guest.
Barbara gazed on the bareheaded men and courtesying women grasping the hand of their stately master.
"Howdy, Mahse John Wesley. Welcome home, sah. Ya.s.s, sah!"
"Howdy, Mahse John Wesley. Ya.s.s, sah; da.s.s so, sot free, but niggehs yit, te-he!--an" Rosemont niggehs yit!" Chorus, "Da.s.s so!" and much laughter.
"Howdy, Mahse John Wesley. Miss Rose happy now, an" whensomever she happy, us happy. Ya.s.s, sah. De good Lawd be praise! Now is de waugh over an" finish" an" eended an" gone!" Chorus, "Pra-aise Gawd!"
The master replied. He was majestically kind. He commended their exceptional good sense and prophesied a reign of humble trust and magnanimous protection.--"But I see you"re all--" he smiled a gracious irony--"anxious to get back to work."
They laughed, pushed and smote one another, and went, while he mounted the stairs; they, strangers to the sufferings of his mind, and he as ignorant as many a far vaster autocrat of the profound failure of his words to satisfy the applauding people he left below him.
In the hall Jeff-Jack let Barbara down. Thump-thump-thump--she ran to find Johanna. A fear and a hope quite filled her with their strife, the mortifying fear that at the brook Mr. Ravenel had observed--and the reinspiring hope that he had failed to observe--that she was without shoes! She remained away for some time, and came back shyly in softly squeaking leather. As he took her on his knee she asked, carelessly:
"Did you ever notice I"m dot socks on to-day?" and when he cried "No!"
and stroked them, she silently applauded her own tact.
Virginia and her mistress decided that the supper would have to be totally reconsidered--reconstructed. Jeff-Jack and Barbara, the reticule on her arm, walked in the grove where the trees were few. The flat out-croppings of gray and yellow rocks made grotesque figures in the gra.s.s, and up from among the cedar sprouts turtle-doves sprang with that peculiar music of their wings, flew into distant coverts, and from one such to another tenderly complained of love"s alarms and separations.
When Barbara asked her escort where his home was, he said it was going to be in Suez, and on cross-examination explained that Flatrock was only a small plantation where his sister lived and took care of his father, who was old and sick.
He seemed to Barbara to be very easily amused, even laughing at some things she said which she did not intend for jokes at all. But since he laughed she laughed too, though with more reserve. They picked wild flowers. He gave her forget-me-nots.
They did not bring their raging hunger into the house again until the large tea-bell rang in the porch, and the air was rife with the fragrance of Aunt Virginia"s bounty: fried ham, fried eggs, fried chicken, strong coffee, and hot biscuits--of fresh Yankee flour from Suez. No wine, and no tonic before sitting down. In the pulpit and out of it Garnet had ever been an ardent advocate of total abstinence. He never, even in his own case, set aside its rigors except when chilled or fatigued, and always then took ample care not to let his action, or any subsequent confession, be a temptation in the eyes of others who might be weaker than he.
Barbara sat opposite Jeff-Jack. What of that? Johanna, standing behind mom-a"s chair, should not have smiled and clapped her hands to her mouth. Barbara ignored her. As she did again, after supper, when, silent, on the young soldier"s knee, amid an earnest talk upon interests too public to interest her, she could see her little nurse tiptoeing around the door out in the dim hall, grinning in white gleams of summer lightning, beckoning, and pointing upstairs. The best way to treat such things is to take no notice of them.
In the bright parlor the talk was still on public affairs. The war was over, but its issues were still largely in suspense and were not questions of boundaries or dynasties; they underlay every Southern hearthstone; the possibilities of each to-morrow were the personal concern and distress of every true Southern man, of every true Southern woman.
Thus spoke Garnet. His strong, emotional voice was the one most heard.
Ravenel held Barbara, and responded scarcely so often as her mother, whose gentle self-command rested him. Not such was its effect upon the husband. His very flesh seemed to feel the smartings of trampled aspirations and insulted rights. More than once, under stress of his sincere though florid sentences, he rose proudly to his feet with a hand laid unconsciously on his freshly bandaged arm, as though all the pain and smart of the times were centring there, and tried good-naturedly to reflect the satirical composure of his late adjutant. But when he sought to make light of "the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune," he could not quite hide the exasperation of a spirit covered with their contusions; and when he spoke again, he frowned.
Mrs. Garnet observed Ravenel with secret concern. Men like Garnet, addicted to rhetoric, have a way of always just missing the vital truth of things, and this is what she believed this stripling had, in the intimacies of the headquarter"s tent, discerned in him, and now so mildly, but so frequently, smiled at. "Major Garnet," she said, and silently indicated that some one was waiting in the doorway. The Major, standing, turned and saw, faltering with conscious overboldness on the threshold, a tawny figure whose shoulders stared through the rags of a coa.r.s.e cotton shirt; the man of all men to whom he was just then the most unprepared to show patience.
VI.
TROUBLE
Outside it was growing dark. The bright red dot that, from the railed housetop, you might have seen on the far edge of Turkey Creek battle-ground, was a watch-fire beside the blackberry patch we know of.
Here sat Judge March guarding his wagon and mules. One of them was sick.
The wagon, under a load of barreled pork and general supplies, had slumped into a hole and suffered a "general giving-way." While in Suez the Judge had paid Cornelius off, written a note to be given by him to Major Garnet, and agreed, in recognition of his abundant worthlessness, to part with him from date, finally.
Yet the magnanimous Cornelius, still with him when the wagon broke, went back to Suez for help and horse medicine, but trifled so sadly, or so gayly, that at sunset there was no choice but to wait till morning.
John, however, had to be sent home. But how? On the Judge"s horse, behind Cornelius? The father hesitated. But the mulatto showed such indignant grief and offered such large promises, the child, of course, siding with the teamster, and after all, they could reach Widewood so soon after nightfall, that the Judge sent them. From Widewood, Cornelius, alone, was to turn promptly back----
"Well, o" co"se, sah! Ain"t I always promp"?"--
Promptly back by way of Rosemont, leave the note there and then bring the Judge"s horse to him at the camp-fire. If lights were out at Rosemont he could give the letter to some servant to be delivered next morning.
"Good-bye, son. I can"t hear yo" prayers to-night. I"ll miss it myself.
But if yo" dear motheh ain"t too ti-ud maybe she"ll hear "em."
It suited Cornelius to turn aside first to Rosemont.
"You see, Johnnie, me an" Majo" Gyarnet is got some ve"y urgen" business to transpiah. An" den likewise an" mo"oveh, here"s de triflin" matteh o"
dis letteh. What contents do hit contain? I"s done yo" paw a powerful favo", an" yit I has a sneakin" notion dat herein yo" paw express hisseff wid great la.s.situde about me. An" thus, o" co"se, I want to know it befo" han," caze ef a man play you a trick you don"t want to pay him wid a favo". Trick fo" trick, favo" fo" favo", is de rule of Cawnelius Leggett, Esquire, freedman, an" ef I fines, when Majo" Gyarnet read dis-yeh letteh, dat yo" paw done intercallate me a trick, I jist predestinatured to git evm wid bofe of"m de prompes" way I kin. You neveh seed me mad, did you? Well, when you see Cawnelius Leggett mad you wants to run an" hide. He wou"n"t hu"t a chile no mo"n he"d hu"t a chicken, but ef dere"s a _man_ in de way--jis" on"y in de _way_--an"
specially a _white_ man--Lawd! he betteh teck a tree!"
The windows of Rosemont had for some time been red with lamplight when they fastened their horse to a swinging limb near the spring-house and walked up through the darkening grove to the kitchen. Virginia received her son with querulous surprise. "Gawd"s own fool," she called him, "fuh runnin" off, an" de same fool double" an" twisted fo" slinkin" back."
But when he arrogantly showed the Judge"s letter she lapsed into silent disdain while she gave him an abundant supper. After a time the child was left sitting beside the kitchen fire, holding an untasted biscuit.
Throughout the yard and quarters there was a stillness that was not sleep, though Virginia alone was out-of-doors, standing on the moonlit veranda looking into the hall.
She heard Major Garnet ask, with majestic forbearance, "Well, Cornelius, what do you want?"
The teamster advanced with his ragged hat in one hand and the letter in the other. The Major, flushing red, lifted his sound arm, commandingly, and the mulatto stopped. "Boy, can it be that in my presence and in the presence of your mistress you dare attempt to change the manners you were raised to?"