The fourth Sunday came shining with the dangerous beauty of flame. Between Sunday School and the 11:00 o"clock service, Andrew Berry called Rev. Pearson aside.
"Is de deacon board tole yuh?"
""Bout whut?"
"De new preacher dey got here tuh try out tuhnight?"
"Naw, but Hambo did tell me tuh strow fire dis mawnin". Reckon he wuz throwin" me uh hint right den."
"Ahm sho he wuz. De Black Herald got it dat dey got you on de let-loose and de onliest thing dat keeps some of "em hangin" on is dey don"t b"lieve n.o.body kin preach lak you, but if dis man dey got here tuhday kin surpa.s.s yuh, den dere"ll be some changes made. Harris and de Black Dispatch say he kin drive all over yuh."
"Maybe he kin, Andrew. Ain"t dat him over dere, talkin" tuh Sister Williams?"
"Yeah. He"ll be tuh de service tuh hear you so he kin know how tuh do tuhnight when he gits up tuh preach."
John Pearson shook hands politely when he was introduced to Rev. Felton Cozy when he entered the church. Rev. Cozy was cordially invited to sit in the pulpit, which he did very pompously. All during the prayer service that led up to the sermon he was putting on his Oxford gla.s.ses, glaring about the church and taking them off again.
Rev. Pearson preached his far-famed, "Dry Bones" sermon, and in the midst of it the congregation forgot all else. The church was alive from the pulpit to the door. When the horse in the valley of Jehoshaphat cried out, "Ha, ha! There never was a horse like me!" He brought his hearers to such a frenzy that it never subsided until two Deacons seized the preacher by the arms and reverently set him down. Others rushed up into the pulpit to fan him and wipe his face with their own kerchiefs.
"Dat"s uh preachin" piece uh plunder, you hear me?" Sister Hall gloated. "Dat other man got tuh go some if he specks tuh top dat."
"Can"t do it," Brother Jeff avowed, "can"t be done."
"Aw, you don"t know," contended Sister Scale. "Wait "til you hear de tother one."
"Elder Pearson ain"t preached lak dat in uh long time. Reckon he know?"
"Aw naw. Dey kep" it from "im. When he know anything, de church"ll be done done whut dey going tuh do."
When Rev. Cozy arose that night the congregation slid forward to the edge of its seat.
"Well, y"all done heard one sermon tuhday, and now Ah stand before you, handlin" de Alphabets." He looked all about him to get the effect of his statement. "Furthermo", Ah got uhnother serus job on mah hands. Ahm a race man! Ah solves the race problem. One great problem befo" us tuhday is whut is de blacks gointer do wid de whites?"
After five minutes or more Sister Boger whispered to Sister Pindar, "Ah ain"t heard whut de tex" wuz."
"Me neither."
Cozy had put on and removed his gla.s.ses with the wide black ribbon eight times.
"And Ah say unto you, de Negro has got plenty tuh feel proud over. Ez fur back ez man kin go in his-to-ree, de black man wuz always in de lead. When Caesar stood on de Roman forum, uccordin" tuh de best authority, uh black man stood beside him. Y"all say "Amen." Don"t let uh man preach hisself tuh death and y"ll set dere lak uh b.u.mp on uh log and won"t he"p "im out. Say "Amen"!!
"And fiftly, Je-sus, Christ, wuz uh colored man hisself and Ah kin prove it! When he lived it wuz hot lak summer time, all de time, wid de sun beamin" down and scorchin" hot-how could he be uh white man in all dat hot sun? Say "Amen"! Say it lak you mean it, and if yuh do mean it, tell me so! Don"t set dere and say nothin"!
"Furthermo" Adam musta been uh colored man "cause de Bible says G.o.d made "im out de dust uh de earth, and where is anybody ever seen any white dust? Amen! Come on, church, say "Amen"!
"And twelfth and lastly, all de smartest folks in de world got colored blood in "em. Wese de smartest people G.o.d ever made and de prettiest. Take our race-wese uh mingled people. Jes" lak uh great bouquet uh flowers. Eve"y color and eve"y kind. n.o.body don"t need tuh go hankerin" after no white womens. We got womens in our own race jes" ez white ez anybody. We got "em so black "til lightnin" bugs would follow "em at twelve o"clock in de day-thinkin" iss midnight and us got "em in between.
"And nothin" can"t go on nowhere but whut dere"s uh n.i.g.g.e.r in it! Say "Amen"!"
"Amen! He sho is tellin" de truth now!"
At the close of the service, many came forward and shook Cozy"s hand and Harris glowed with triumph. He was dry and thirsty for praise in connection with his find so he tackled Sisters Watson and Boger on the way home.
"How y"all lak de sermon tuhnight?"
"Sermon?" Sister Boger made an indecent sound with her lips, "dat wan"t no sermon. Dat wuz uh lecture."
"Dat"s all whut it wuz," Sister Watson agreed and switched on off.
Harris knew that he must find some other weapon to move the man who had taken his best side-girl from him.
CHAPTER 22.
Harris, Hattie and one-eyed Fred Tate went on with their plans for the complete overthrow of Rev. Pearson thru the public chastis.e.m.e.nt of Sister Berry, but things began to happen in other directions.
While she held a caucus one afternoon with supporters, Hambo sat at Zeke"s house and sent one of Zeke"s children to find John.
"John, youse in boilin" water and tuh you-look lak "tain"t no help fuh it. Dat d.a.m.n "oman you got b"lieves in all kinds uh roots and conjure. She been feedin" you outa her body fuh years. Go home now whilst she"s off syndicatin" wid her gang-and rip open de mattress on yo" bed, de pillow ticks, de bolsters, dig "round de door-steps in front de gate and look and see ain"t some uh yo" draws and shirt-tails got pieces cut offa "em. Hurry now, and come back and let us know whut you find out. G"wan! Don"t stop tuh race yo" lip wid mine, and don"t try tuh tell me whut you think. Jes" you g"wan do lak Ah tell yuh."
John Pearson went and returned with a miscellany of weird objects in bottles, in red flannel, and in toadskin.
"Lawd, Hambo, here"s uh piece uh de tail uh-uh shirt Ah had "fo" Lucy died. Umph! Umph! Umph!"
"Ha! Ah wuz spectin" dat!"
"Whut kin Ah do "bout it, Hambo?"
"Give it here. Less take it tuh uh hoodoo doctor and turn it back on her, but whut you got tuh do is tuh beat de blood outa her. When you draw her wine dat breaks de spell-don"t keer whut it is."
"Don"t you fret "bout dat. Ah "bominates sich doings. She gointer git her wine drawed dis day, de Lawd bein" may helper. Ahm goin" on home and be settin" dere when she come."
Hattie saw the hole at the gate and the larger one at the front steps before she entered the yard. Inside, the upturned rugs, the ripped-up beds, all had fearful messages for her. Who had done this thing? Had her husband hired a two-headed doctor to checkmate her? How long had he been suspecting her? Where was he now?
"Hattie," John called from the dining-room. She would have bolted, but she saw he made ready to stop her. She stood trembling in the hallway like a bird before a reptile.
"Whut you jumpin" on me fuh?" she cried out as he flung himself upon her.
"You too smart uh woman tuh ast dat, and when Ah git th"ew wid you, you better turn on de fan, and make me some tracks Ah ain"t seen befo" do Ahm gointer kill yuh. Hoodooin" me! Stand up dere, "oman, Ah ain"t hit you yet."
And when the neighbors pulled him from her weakening body he dropped into a chair and wept hard. Wept as he had not wept since his daughter"s serious illness, emptying out his feelings.
Hattie fled the house, not even waiting to bathe her wounds nor change her clothes. When John"s racking sobs had ceased, the stillness after the tumult soothed him. He bathed and slept fourteen hours. In the morning he wrote to each of his children a shy letter. On the third day Hattie struck. He was sued for divorce.
"Ahm sho glad," he told Zeke and Hambo, "she made me jes" ez happy by quittin" ez Lucy did when she married me."
"Yeah, but if she prove adultery on you in de cotehouse, you sho goin" tuh lose yo" church," Hambo warned. "You got tuh fight it."
CHAPTER 23.
Time is long by the courthouse clock.
John Pearson sat restlessly in his seat. Sitting alone except for Zeke"s oldest son. Zeke had to work that day and his sister-in-law excused herself on the grounds that she "never had been to any courthouse and she didn"t want no bother with it. Courthouses were bad luck to colored people-best not to be "round there." Many of the people John had approached for witnesses had said the same thing. "Sho, sho," they wanted him to win, but "you know dese white folks-de laws and de cotehouses and de jail houses all b"longed tuh white folks and po" colored folks-course, Ah never done nothin" tuh be "rested "bout, but-Ah"ll be prayin" fuh yuh, Elder. You bound tuh come out more"n conquer."
So John sat heavily in his seat and thought about that other time nearly thirty years before when he had sat handcuffed in Cy Perkins" office in Alabama. No fiery little Lucy here, thrusting her frailty between him and trouble. No sun of love to rise upon a gray world of hate and indifference. Look how they huddled and joked on the other side of the room. Hattie, the destroyer, was surrounded by cheer. Sullen looks his way. Oh yes, she had witnesses!
Mule-faced, slew-foot Emma Hales was there-rolling her c.o.c.k-eye triumphantly at him. Why should she smite out at his head? He remembered the potato pones, the baked chicken with corn-bread dressing, the marble cake, the potato pies that he had eaten in her house many times. He had eaten but never tarried. Never said a word out of the way to her in all his life. He wondered, but Emma knew. She remembered too well how often he had eaten her dinners and hurried away to the arms of the gray-eyed Ethel.
Deacon Harris now outwardly friendly, but he had been told weeks before of Harris"s activity against him. Harris should not be hostile, he had taken no woman who loved Harris, for none had wanted him. His incompetence was one of the behind-hand jokes of the congregation. He was blind to human motives but Harris hated him with all the fury of the incompetent for the full-blooded loins.
The toadies were there. Armed with hammers. Ever eager to break the feet of fallen idols. Contemptuous that even the feet of idols should fall among them. No fury so hot as that of a sycophant as he stands above a G.o.d that has toppled from a shrine. Faces of G.o.ds must not be seen of him. He has worshipped beneath the feet so long that if a G.o.d but lowers his face among them, they obscene it with spit. "Ha!" they cried, "what kind of a divinity is this that levels his face with mine? G.o.ds show feet-not faces. Feet that crush-feet that crumble-feet that have no eyes for men"s suffering nor ears for agony, lest indeed it be a sweet offering at G.o.d"s feet. If G.o.ds have no power for cruelty, why then worship them? G.o.ds tolerate sunshine, but bestir themselves that men may have storms. From the desolation of our fireplaces, let us declare the glory. If he rides upon the silver-harnessed donkey, let us cry "hosanna". If he weeps in compa.s.sion, let us lynch him. The sky-rasping mountain-peak fills us with awe, but if it tumbles into the valley it is but boulders. It should be burst asunder. Too long it has tricked us into worship and filled our souls with envy. Crush! Crush! Crush! Lord, thou hast granted thy servant the boon of pounding upon a peak."
So the toadies were there. Vindictively setting the jaw-muscles. Taking folks for fools! But, yes they would testify. Their injury was great. Let his silk-lined broadcloth look to itself. They meant to rip it from his back today. Think of it, folks! We rip up broadcloth and step on Stetsons. Costly walking-sticks can be made into wood for the cook stove.
Hattie was a G.o.ddess for the moment. She sat between the Cherubim on the altar of destruction. She chewed her gum and gloated. Those who held themselves above me, shall be abased. Him who pastored over a thousand shall rule over none. Even as I. His name shall be a hissing, and Hattie"s shall be the hand that struck the harp. Selah. Let the world hiss with Hattie. If he but looked with longing! But no, only hurt and scorn was in his eyes. Hurt that so many of his old cronies surrounded her and scorn of herself. Let him ache! If she could but ache him more!
Court was set. The waves of pang that palpitated in the room did not reach up to the judge"s bench. No. His honor took his seat as a walrus would among a bed of clams. He sat like a brooding thought with his eyes outside the room. It was just another day with the clerk and the stenographer.
"Hattie Pearson, pwop wah blah!"
John saw the smirking antic.i.p.ation on the faces of the lawyers, the Court attendants, the white spectators, and felt as if he had fallen down a foul latrine.
"Now, how was it, Hattie?" The look around the room at the other whites, as if to say, "Now listen close. You"re going to hear something rich. These n.i.g.g.e.rs!"
"So you wanta quit yo" husband, do you, Hattie? How come? Wasn"t he all right? Is that him? Why he looks like he oughta be okeh. Had too many women, eh? Didn"t see you enough, is that it? Ha! ha! couldn"t you get yo"self another man on the side? What you worrying about a divorce for? Why didn"t you g"wan leave him and get yourself somebody else? You got divorce in yo" heels, ain"t you? You must have the next one already picked out. Ha! ha! Bet he ain"t worth the sixty dollars."
So it went on with each of the witnesses in turn. John laughed grimly to himself at the squirming of prospective witnesses who would have fled but found it too late. One by one he saw four of his erstwhile intimates take the stand against him.
Finally the Clerk cast about for defense witnesses, "Say, Reverend, where"s yo" witnesses?"
"Ain"t got none."
"Why? Couldn"t you find anybody to witness for you?"
"Yes suh, but who kin tell de truth and swear dat he know uh man ain"t done nothin" lak dat?"
The Court laughed, but sobered with a certain respect.
"You want to enter a plea of denial?"
"Naw suh. Ahm goin" tuh say Ah did it all."
"You don"t care, then, if Hattie has her freedom?"
"Naw suh, Ah sho don"t. Matters uh difference tuh me whut she do, uh where she go."
The fun was over in the Court. Whisperings. Formalities. Papers. It was all over. He saw former friends slinking off to avoid his eye. Hattie was outside, flourishing her papers with over-relish. Loud talking and waving them as if they were a certificate of her virtue.
Hambo"s short st.u.r.dy legs overtook John as he went down the marble steps, and Hambo"s big hand smacked his shoulders.
"Well, you, ole mullet-headed tumble-bug, you!"
John eyed him wearily, "How come didn"t but four uh y"all testify aginst me? Ah thought Ah had five friends."
"You---!" Hambo went into a fit of most obscene swearing, "why didn"t you call me fuh uh witness? Didn"t Ah tell yuh to?"
"Yeah, but-"
"Take yo" but out my face. Ah wanted tuh git up dere and talk some chat so bad "til de seat wuz burning me. Ah wanted tuh tell "bout de mens Ah"ve knowed Hattie tuh have. She could make up uh "scursion train all by herself. Ah wanted tuh tell de judge "bout all dat conjure and all dem roots she been workin" on you. Feedin" you outa her body-."
"And dat"s how come Ah didn"t have "em tuh call yuh. Ah didn"t want de white folks tuh hear "bout nothin" lak dat. Dey knows too much "bout us as it is, but dey some things dey ain"t tuh know. Dey"s some strings on our harp fuh us tuh play on and sing all tuh ourselves. Dey thinks wese all ignorant as it is, and dey thinks wese all alike, and dat dey knows us inside and out, but you know better. Dey wouldn"t make no great "miration if you had uh tole "em Hattie had all dem mens. Dey spectin" dat. Dey wouldn"t zarn "tween uh woman lak Hattie and one lak Lucy, uh yo" wife befo" she died. Dey thinks all colored folks is de same dat way. De only difference dey makes is "tween uh n.i.g.g.e.r dat works hard and don"t sa.s.s "em, and one dat don"t. De hard worker is uh good n.i.g.g.e.r. De loafer is bad. Otherwise wese all de same. Da.s.s how come Ah got up and said, "Yeah, Ah done it," "cause dey b"lieved it anyhow, but dey b"lieved de same thing "bout all de rest."
It was late afternoon when John stumbled out of the courthouse with his freedom that had been granted to Hattie.
"You tellin" de truth, John," Hambo agreed at last, "but don"t you come puttin" me in wid dem other crabs. Don"t you come talkin" tuh me lak dat! Ah knock yuh so dead dat yuh can"t eben fall. Dey"ll have tuh push yuh over. Pick up dem d.a.m.n big foots uh your"n and come on up tuh mah house. Ah got barbecued spare-ribs and death puddin" ready cooked."
On the way over there was a great deal of surface chatter out of Hambo. John kept silent except when he had to answer. At Hambo"s gate he paused. "Ain"t it funny, Hambo, you know all uhbout me. Us been friends fuh twenty years. Don"t it look funny, dat all mah ole pleasures done got tuh be new sins? Maybe iss "cause Ahm gittin" ole. Havin" women didn"t useter be no sin. Jus" got sinful since Ah got ole."
""Tain"t de sin so much, John. You know our people is jus" lak uh pa.s.sle uh crabs in uh basket. De minute dey see one climbin" up too high, de rest of "em reach up and grab "em and pull "im back. Dey ain"t gonna let n.o.body git nowhere if dey kin he"p it."
CHAPTER 24.