"Why wouldn"t you be a legal witness, Tamar?"
""_Caze I got de same man_--an" dat"s de suspiciouses" thing dey kin bring up ag"ins" a witness--so dey tell me. Ef "twarn"t for dat, I"d "a" had her fun"al preached las" month."
"But even supposing the matter had been stirred up--and you had been unable to prove that everything was as you wished--wouldn"t your minister have preached a funeral sermon anyway?"
"Oh yas, "m, cert"n"y. On"y de fun"al he"d preach wouldn"t help her to rest in her grave--dat"s de on"ies" diffe"ence. Like as not dey"d git ole Brother Philemon Peters down f"om de bottom-lands to preach wrath--an" I wants grace preached at Sister Sophy-Sophia"s fun"al, even ef I has to wait ten years for it. She died in pain, but I hope for her to rest in peace--an" not to disgrace heaven wid crutches under her wings, nuther. I know half a dozen loud-prayers, now, dat "d be on"y too glad to "tract attention away f"om dey own misdoin"s by rakin" out scandalizemint on a dead "oman. Dey"d "spute de legalness of dat marriage in a minute, jes to keep folks f"om lookin" up dey own weddin"
papers--yas, "m. But me an" de broom--we layin" low, now, an" keepin"
still, but we"ll speak when de time comes at de jedgmint day, ef she need a witness."
"But tell me, Tamar, why didn"t Pompey take his bride to the church if they wanted a regular wedding?"
"Dey couldn"t, missy. Dey couldn"t on account o" Sis" Sophy-Sophia"s secon" husband, Sam Sanders. He hadn"t made no secon" ch"ice yit--an", you know, when de fust one of a parted couple marries ag"in, dey "bleeged to take to de broomstick--less"n dey go whar "tain"t known on "em. Dat"s de rule o" divo"cemint. When Yaller Silvy married my Joe wid a broomstick, dat lef" me free for a chu"ch marriage. An" I tell you, _I had it, too_. But ef she had a"tempted to walk up a chu"ch aisle wid Joe--an" me still onmarried--well, I wush dey"d "a" tried it! I"d "a" been standin" befo" de pulpit a-waitin" for "em--an" I"d "a" quoted some Scripture at "em, too. But dey acted accordin" to law. Dey married quiet, wid a broomstick, an" de nex" Sunday walked in chu"ch together, took de same pew, an" he turned her pages mannerly for her--an" dat"s de ladylikest behavior Silvy ever been guilty of in her life, I reckon. She an" him can"t nair one of "em read, but dey sets still an" holds de book an" turns de pages--an" Gord Hisself couldn"t ax no mo" for chu"ch behavior. But lemme go on wid my washin", missy--for Gord"s sake."
Laughing again now, she drew a match from the ledge of one of the rafters, struck it across the sole of her bare foot, and began to light the fire under her furnace. And as she flattened herself against the ground to blow the kindling pine, she added, between puffs, and without so much as a change of tone:
"Don"t go, please, ma"am, tell I git dis charcoal lit to start dese shirts to bile. I been tryin" to fix my mouf to ax you is you got air ole crepe veil you could gimme to wear to chu"ch nex" Sunday--please, ma"am? I "clare, I wonder what"s de sign when you blowin" one way an" a live coal come right back at yer "gins" de wind?" And sitting upon the ground, she added, as she touched her finger to her tongue and rubbed a burnt spot upon her chin: "Pompey "d be mighty proud ef I could walk in chu"ch by his side in full sisterly mo"nin" nex" Sunday for po" Sister Sophy-Sophia--yas, "m. I hope you kin fin" me a ole crepe veil, please, ma"am."
Unfortunately for the full blossoming of this mourning flower of Afro-American civilization, as it is sometimes seen to bloom along the by-ways of plantation life, there was not a second-hand veil of crepe forth-coming on this occasion. There were small compensations, however, in sundry effective accessories, such as a crepe collar and bonnet, not to mention a funereal fan of waving black plumes, which Pompey flourished for his wife"s benefit during the entire service. Certainly the "speritu"l foster-sister" of the mourning bride, if she witnessed the tribute paid her that Sunday morning in full view of the entire congregation--for the bridal pair occupied the front pew under the pulpit--would have been obdurate indeed if she had not been somewhat mollified.
Tamar consistently wore her mourning garb for some months, and, so far as is known, it made no further impression upon her companions than to cause a few smiles and exchanges of glances at first among those of lighter mind among them, some of whom were even so uncharitable as to insinuate that Sis" Tamar wasn"t "half so grieved as she let on." The more serious, however, united in commending her act as "mos"
Christian-like an" sisterly conduc"." And when, after the gentle insistence of the long spring rains, added to the persuasiveness of Tamar"s mourning, the grave of her solicitude sank to an easy level, bespeaking peace to its occupant, Tamar suddenly burst into full flower of flaming color, and the mourning period became a forgotten episode of the past. Indeed, in reviewing the ways and doings of the plantation in those days, it seems ent.i.tled to no more prominence in the retrospect than many another incident of equal ingenuousness and novelty. There was the second wooing of old Aunt Salina-Sue, for instance, and Uncle "Riah"s diseases; but, as Another would say, these are other stories.
Another year pa.s.sed over the plantation, and in the interval the always expected had happened to the house of Pompey the coachman. It was a tiny girl child, black of hue as both her doting parents, and endowed with the name of her sire, somewhat feminized for her fitting into the rather euphonious Pompeylou. Tamar had lost her other children in infancy, and so the pansy-faced little Pompeylou of her mid-life was a great joy to her, and most of her leisure was devoted to the making of the pink calico slips that went to the little one"s adorning.
On her first journey into the great world beyond the plantation, however, she was not arrayed in one of these. Indeed, the long gown she wore on this occasion was, like that of her mother, as black as the rejuvenated band of crepe upon her father"s stovepipe hat; for, be it known, this interesting family of three was to form a line of chief mourners on the front pew of Rose-of-Sharon Church on the occasion of the preaching of the funeral of the faithfully mourned and long-lamented Sophy-Sophia, whose hour of posthumous honor had at length arrived. The obsequies in her memory had been fixed for an earlier date, but in deference to the too-recent arrival of her "nearest of kin" was then too young to attend, they had been deferred by Tamar"s request, and it is safe to say that no child was ever brought forward with more pride at any family gathering than was the tiny Miss Pompeylou when she was carried up the aisle "to hear her step-mammy"s funeral preached."
It was a great day, and the babe, who was on her very best six-months-old behavior, listened with admirable placidity to the "sermon of grace," on which at a future time she might, perhaps, found a genealogy. Her only offence against perfect church decorum was a sometimes rather explosive "Agoo!" as she tried to reach the ever-swaying black feather fan that was waved by her parents in turn for her benefit. Before the service was over, indeed, she had secured and torn the proud emblem into bits; but Tamar only smiled at its demolition by the baby fingers. It was a good omen, she said, and meant that the day of mourning was over.
THE DEACON"S MEDICINE
When the doctor drove by the Gregg farm about dusk, and saw old Deacon Gregg perched cross-legged upon his own gatepost, he knew that something was wrong within, and he could not resist the temptation to drive up and speak to the old man.
It was common talk in the neighborhood that when Grandmother Gregg made things too warm for him in-doors, the good man, her spouse, was wont to stroll out to the front gate and to take this exalted seat.
Indeed, it was said by a certain Mrs. Frequent, a neighbor of prying proclivities and ungentle speech, that the deacon"s wife sent him there as a punishment for misdemeanors. Furthermore, this same Mrs. Frequent did even go so far as to watch for the deacon, and when she would see him laboriously rise and resignedly poise himself upon the narrow area, she would remark:
"Well, I see Grandma Gregg has got the old man punished again. Wonder what he"s been up to now?"
Her constant repet.i.tion of the unkind charge finally gained for it such credence that the diminutive figure upon the gate-post became an object of mingled sympathy and mirth in the popular regard.
The old doctor was the friend of a lifetime, and he was sincerely attached to the deacon, and when he turned his horse"s head towards the gate this evening, he felt his heart go out in sympathy to the old man in durance vile upon his lonely perch.
But he had barely started to the gate when he heard a voice which he recognized as the deacon"s, whereupon he would have hurried away had not his horse committed him to his first impulse by unequivocally facing the gate.
"I know three"s a crowd," he called out cheerily as he presently drew rein, "but I ain"t a-goin" to stay; I jest--Why, where"s grandma?" he added, abruptly, seeing the old man alone. "I"m sh.o.r.e I heard--"
"You jest heerd me a-talkin" to myself, doctor--or not to myself, exactly, neither--that is to say, when you come up I was addressin" my remarks to this here pill."
"Bill? I don"t see no bill." The doctor drew his buggy nearer. He was a little deaf.
"No; I said this pill, doctor. I"m a-holdin" of it here in the pa"m o"
my hand, a-studyin" over it."
"What"s she a-dosin" you for now, Enoch?"
The doctor always called the deacon by his first name when he approached him in sympathy. He did not know it. Neither did the deacon, but he felt the sympathy, and it unlocked the portals of his heart.
"Well"--the old man"s voice softened--"she thinks I stand in need of "em, of co"se. The fact is, that yaller-spotted steer run ag"in her clo"esline twice-t to-day--drug the whole week"s washin" onto the ground, an" then tromped on it. She"s inside a-renchin" an" a-starchin"
of "em over now. An" right on top o" that, I come in lookin" sort o"
puny an" peaked, an" I happened to choke on a muskitty jest ez I come in, an" she declared she wasn"t a-goin" to have a consumpted man sick on her hands an" a clo"es-destroyin" steer at the same time. An" with that she up an" wiped her hands on her ap.r.o.n, an" went an" selected this here pill out of a bottle of a.s.sorted sizes, an" instructed me to take it.
They never was a thing done mo" delib"rate an" kind--never on earth. But of co"se you an" she know how it plegs me to take physic. You could mould out ice-cream in little pill shapes an" it would gag me, even ef "twas vanilly-flavored. An" so, when I received it, why, I jest come out here to meditate. You can see it from where you set, doctor. It"s a purty sizeable one, and I"m mighty suspicious of it."
The doctor cleared his throat. "Yas, I can see it, Enoch--of co"se."
"Could you jedge of it, doctor? That is, of its capabilities, I mean?"
"Why, no, of co"se not--not less"n I"d taste it, an" you can do that ez well ez I can. If it"s quinine, it"ll be bitter; an" ef it"s soggy an"--"
"Don"t explain no mo", doctor. I can"t stand it. I s"pose it"s jest ez foolish to investigate the inwardness of a pill a person is bound to take ez it would be to try to lif the veil of the future in any other way. When I"m obligated to swaller one of "em, I jest take a swig o"
good spring water and repeat a po"tion of Scripture and commit myself unto the Lord. I always seem foreordained to choke to death, but I notice thet ef I recover from the first spell o" suffocation, I always come through. But I "ain"t never took one yet thet I didn"t in a manner prepare to die."
"Then I wouldn"t take it, Enoch. Don"t do it." The doctor cleared his throat again, but this time he had no trouble to keep the corners of his mouth down. His sympathy robbed him for the time of the humor in the situation. "No, I wouldn"t do it--doggone ef I would."
The deacon looked into the palm of his hand and sighed. "Oh yas, I reckon I better take it," he said, mildly. "Ef I don"t stand in need of it now, maybe the good Lord"ll sto"e it up in my system, some way, "g"inst a future attackt."
"Well"--the doctor reached for his whip--"well, _I_ wouldn"t do it--_steer or no steer_!"
"Oh yas, I reckon you would, doctor, ef you had a wife ez worrited over a wash-tub ez what mine is. An" I had a extry shirt in wash this week, too. One little pill ain"t much when you take in how she"s been tantalized."
The doctor laughed outright.
"Tell you what to do, Enoch. Fling it away and don"t let on. She don"t question you, does she?"
"No, she "ain"t never to say questioned me, but--Well, I tried that once-t. Sampled a bitter white capsule she gave me, put it down for quinine, an" flung it away. Then I chirped up an" said I felt a heap better--and that wasn"t no lie--which I suppose was on account o" the relief to my mind, which it always did seem to me capsules was jest constructed to lodge in a person"s air-pa.s.sages. Jest lookin" at a box of "em"ll make me low-sperited. Well, I taken notice thet she"d look at me keen now an" ag"in, an" then look up at the clock, an" treckly I see her fill the gou"d dipper an" go to her medicine-cabinet, an" then she come to me an" she says, says she, "Open yore mouth!" An" of co"se I opened it. You see that first capsule, ez well ez the one she had jest administered, was mostly morphine, which she had give me to ward off a "tackt o" the neuraligy she see approachin", and here I had been tryin"
to live up to the requi"ements of quinine, an" wrastlin" severe with a sleepy spell, which, ef I"d only knew it, would o" saved me. Of co"se, after the second dose-t, which I swallered, I jest let nature take its co"se, an" treckly I commenced to doze off, an" seemed like I was a feather-bed an" wife had hung me on the fence to sun, an" I remember how she seemed to be a-whuppin" of me, but it didn"t hurt. Of co"se nothin"
couldn"t hurt me an" me all benumbed with morphine. An" I s"pose what put the feather-bed in my head was on account of it bein" goose-pickin"
time, an" she was werrited with windy weather, an" she tryin" to fill the feather-beds. No, I won"t never try to deceive her ag"in. It never has seemed to me thet she could have the same respect for me after ketchin" me at it, though she "ain"t never referred to it but once-t, an" that was the time I was elected deacon, an" even then she didn"t do it outspoke. She seemed mighty tender over it, an" didn"t no mo"n remind me thet a officer in a Christian church ought to examine hisself mighty conscientious an" be sure he was free of deceit, which, seemed to me, showed a heap "o" consideration. She "ain"t got a deceitful bone in her body, doctor."
[Ill.u.s.tration: "SAYS SHE, "OPEN YORE MOUTH." AN" OF CO"SE I OPENED IT"]
"Why, bless her old soul, Enoch, you know thet I think the world an" all o" Grandma Gregg! She"s the salt o" the earth--an" rock-salt at that.
She"s saved too many o" my patients by her good nursin", in spite o" my poor doctorin", for me not to appreciate her. But that don"t reconcile me to the way she doses you for her worries."
"It took me a long time to see that myself, doctor. But I"ve reasoned it out this a-way: I s"pose when she feels her temper a-risin" she"s "feerd thet she might be so took up with her troubles thet she"d neglect my health, an" so she wards off any attackt thet might be comin" on. I taken notice that time her strawberry preserves all soured on her hands, an" she painted my face with iodine, a man did die o" the erysipelas down here at Battle Creek, an" likely ez not she"d heerd of it. Sir? No, I didn"t mention it at the time for fear she"d think best to lay on another coat, an" I felt sort o" disfiggured with it. Wife ain"t a scoldin" woman, I"m thankful for that. An" some o" the peppermints an"
things she keeps to dole out to me when she"s fretted with little things--maybe her yeast"ll refuse to rise, or a thunder-storm"ll kill a settin" of eggs--why, they"re so disguised thet _"cep"n thet I know they"re medicine_--"