"Unmarried, eh?" inquired his chief inquisitor.
"Yas, suh--I means, naw, suh," stated Jeff. "I ain"t never been much of a hand fur marryin" round."
He forced an ingratiating smile. The smile fell as seed on barren soil--fell and died there.
"Mother and father? Either one or both of them living?"
Never had Jeff looked more the orphan than as he stood there confessing himself one. He fumbled his hat in his hands.
"No dependents at all then, I take it?"
"Yas, suh, dey sh.o.r.ely is," answered Jeff smartly, hope rekindling within him.
"Well, who is it that you help support--if it"s anybody?"
"Hit"s Jedge Priest--tha"s who. Jedge, he jes" natch.e.l.ly couldn"t git "long noways "thout me lookin" after him, suh. The older he git the more it seem lak he leans heavy on me."
"Well, Judge Priest may have to lean on himself for a while. Uncle Sam needs every able-bodied man he can get these times and you look to be as strong as a mule. Here, take this card and go on through that door yonder to the second room down the hall and let Doctor Dismukes look you over."
Jeff cheered up slightly. He knew Doctor Dismukes--knew him mighty well.
In Doctor Dismukes" hands he would be in the hands of a friend. Beyond question the doctor would understand the situation as this strange and most unsympathetic white man undoubtedly did not.
But Doctor Dismukes, all snap and smartness, went over him as though he had never seen him before in all his life. If Jeff had been a horse for sale and the doctor a professional horse coper, scarcely could the examination have been carried forward with a more businesslike dispatch.
"Jeff," said the doctor when he had finished and the other was rearranging his wardrobe, "you ought to be ashamed of yourself for being so healthy. Take your teeth now--your teeth are splendid. I only wish I had a set like "em."
"Is dey?" said Jeff despondently, for the first time in his life regretting his unblemished ivory.
"They certainly are. You wouldn"t need a gun, not with those teeth you wouldn"t--you could just naturally bite a German in two."
Jeff shivered. The very suggestion was abhorrent to his nature.
"Please suh, don"t--don"t talk lak that," he entreated. "I ain"t cravin" to bite n.o.body a-tall, "specially "tis Germans. Live an" let live--tha"s my sayin"."
"Yep," went on the doctor, prolonging the agony for the victim, "your teeth are perfect and your lungs are sound, your heart action is splendid and I know something about your appet.i.te myself, having seen you eat. Black boy, listen to me! In every respect you are absolutely qualified physically to make a regular man-eating bearcat of a soldier"--he paused--"in every respect excepting one--no, two."
If a drowning man clutching for a straw might be imagined as coincidentally asking a question, it is highly probable he would ask it in the tone now used by Jeff.
"Meanin"--meanin" w"ich, suh?"
"I mean your feet. You"ve got flat feet, Jeff--you"ve got the flattest feet I ever saw. I don"t understand it either. So far as I"ve been able to observe you"ve spent the greater part of your life sitting down.
Somebody must have hit you on the head with an ax when you were standing on a plowshare and broke your arches down."
It was an old joke, but it fitted the present case, and Jeff, not to be outdone in politeness, laughed louder at it than its maker did. Indeed Jeff felt he had reason to laugh; a great load was lifting from his soul.
"Jeff," went on the doctor, "deeply though it may grieve both of us, it nevertheless is my painful duty to inform you that you have two perfectly good exemptions from military service--a right one and a left one. Now grab your hat and get out of here."
"Boss," cried Jeff, "Ise gone. Exemptions, tek me away frum yere!"
So while many others went away to fight or to learn how to fight, as the case might be, Jeff stayed behind and did his bit by remaining steadfastly cheerful. Never before, sartorially speaking, had he cut so splendid a figure as now when such numbers of young white gentlemen of his acquaintance were putting aside civilian garb to put on khaki. Jeff had one of those adaptable figures. The garments to which he fell heir might never have fitted their original owner, but always they would fit Jeff. Gorgeous in slightly worn but carefully refurbished raiment, he figured in the wartime activities of the colored population and in ostensibly helpful capacities figured in some of the activities of the white folks too.
Going among his own set his frequent companion was that straw-colored light of his social hours, Ophelia Stubblefield. It helped to reconcile Jeff to the rigors of the period of enforced rationing as he reflected that the same issues and causes which made lump sugar a rarity and fat meat a scarcity had rid him of his more dangerous compet.i.tion in the quarter where his affections centered. Particularly on one account did he feel reconciled. A spirit of the most soothful resignation filled him when he gave thought to the moral certainty that the most formidable and fearsome of his rivals, that b.l.o.o.d.y-minded bravo, Smooth Crumbaugh, would daunt him never again with threats of articular dismemberment with a new-honed razor. For Smooth Crumbaugh was gone and gone for good.
First the draft had carried him away and then the pneumonia had carried him off. War had its compensations after all.
Wearing Ophelia upon one arm and wearing in the crook of the other a high hat which once had been the property of a young man now bossing an infantry battalion in the muddiest part of France, Jeff appeared prominently in the Armistice celebration at the First Ward Colored Baptist Church. Still so accoutered--Ophelia on his one hand and the high hat held in proper salute against his breast--he served upon the official reception committee headed by the Rev. Potiphar Grasty and by Prof. Rutherford B. H. Champers, princ.i.p.al of the Colored High School, which greeted the first returning squad of service men of color.
Home-comers who had been clear across the ocean brought back with them almost unbelievable but none the less fascinating accounts of life and customs in foreign parts. The tales these traveled ones had to tell were eagerly listened to and as eagerly pa.s.sed along, dowered at each time of retelling with prodigal enlargements and amplifications the most generous.
A ferment of discontent began to stir under the surface of things; a sort of inarticulate rebellion against existing conditions, which presently manifested itself in small irritations at various points of contact with the white race. It was nothing tangible as yet, nothing upon which one might put a hand or cap with a word of comprehensive description. Indeed it had been working for weeks like a yeast in the minds of sundry black folk before their Caucasian neighbors began to sense it at all, and for this there was a reason easily understandable by anyone born and reared in any sizable town in any one of the older states lying below Mason and Dixon"s Line. For in each such community there are two separate and distinct worlds--a black one and a white one--interrelated by necessities of civic coordination and in an economic sense measurably dependent one upon the other, and yet in many other aspects as far apart as the North Pole is from the South.
Regarding what the white world is feeling and thinking and saying, the lesser black world that is set down within it is nearly always better informed than is the other and larger group touching on new movements and growing sentiments amongst the darker-skinned factors. Into the white man"s house, serving in this or that domestic capacity, goes the negro as an observant witness to the moods and emotions of his or her employer and bringing away an understanding of the family complexities and the current trend of opinion as it shapes itself beneath that roof.
But the white man, generally speaking, views the negro"s private life only from the outside, and if he be a Southern-born white man, wise in his generation, seeks to look no further, for surface garrulity and surface exuberance do not deceive him, but serve only to make him realize all the more clearly that he is dealing with members of what at heart is one of the most secretive and sensitive of all the breeds of men. But since this started out to be the chronicle of an episode largely relating to Jeff Poindexter and one other and not a psychological study of actions and reactions as between the two most numerous races in this republic, it is perhaps as well that we should get on with our narrative.
If the leaven of unrest, vague and formless as it was at the outset, properly might be said to date from the time of the return of divers black veterans, it took on shape and substance after the advent of one Dr. J. Talbott Duvall, an individual engaging in manner, and in language, dress and deportment fascinating beyond degree; likewise an organizer by profession and a charmer of the opposite s.e.x by reason of qualifications both natural and acquired.
A doctor he was, as witness the handle to his name, and yet a doctor of any known variety he was not. Confessedly he was no doctor of medicine, though his speech dripped gorgeous ear-filling Latin words which sounded as though they might be the names of difficult and sinister diseases; nor was he doctor of divinity, though speedily he proved himself to be at home in pulpits. He was not a horse doctor or a corn doctor or a conjure doctor or a root-and-herb doctor or a healer by faith or the laying on of hands. His t.i.tle, it seemed, was his by virtue of a degree conferred upon him by a college--a white man"s college--somewhere in the North. His accent was that of a traveled cosmopolite superimposed upon the speech of a place away off somewhere called the West Indies. He had money and he spent it; he had a wardrobe of distinction and he wore it; he had a gift for argumentation and he exercised it; he had a way with the ladies and he used it. His coming had created a social furor; his subsequent ministrations amounted to what for lack of a better word is commonly called a sensation.
If there were those who from motives, let us say, of envy looked with the jaundiced eye of disfavor upon his mounting popularity and his constantly widening scope of influence they mainly kept their own counsel or at least refrained from voicing their private prejudices in public places. One gets fewer b.u.mps traveling with the crowd than against it.
Even so bold a spirit and customarily so outspoken a speaker as Aunt Dilsey Turner, Judge Priest"s black cook of many years" inc.u.mbency, saw fit somewhat to dissemble on the occasion of a call paid by Sister Eldora Menifee, who came dressed to kill and inspired by the zeal of the new convert to win yet other converts. Entering by way of the alley gate one fine forenoon, Sister Eldora found Aunt Dilsey sitting in the kitchen doorway hulling out a mess of late green peas newly picked from the house garden.
"Sist" Turner," began the visitor, "I hopes I ain"t disturbin" you by runnin" in on you this mawnin"."
"Honey," said Aunt Dilsey, "you"re jes" ez welcome ez day is frum night.
Lemme fetch you a cheer out yere on the gallery." And she made as if to heave her vast comfortable bulk upright.
"No"m, set right where you is," begged Sister Menifee. "I ain"t got only jes" a few minutes to stay. Things is mighty pressin" with me. I got quite a number of my lady frien"s to see to-day an" you happens to be the fust one on de list."
"Is tha" so?" inquired Aunt Dilsey. Her tone was cordiality itself, but one less carried away by the enthusiasm of the mission which had brought her than Sister Eldora Menifee was might have caught a latent gleam of hostility in the elder woman"s eye. "Well, go on, Ise lis"enin"."
"Well, Sist" Turner, ef you"s heared "bout de work I been doin" lately I reckin mebbe you kin guess whut brung me to yore do". I is solicitin"
you fur yore fellership ez a reg"lar member of de ladies" auxiliary of de new s"ciety w"ich Doct" J. Talbott Duvall is got up."
"Meanin" perzactly w"ich s"ciety? Dis yere Doct" Duvall "pears to be so busy gittin" up fust one thing an" then "nother seems lak I ain"t been able to keep track of his doin"s, "count of my bein" so slow gittin"
round on my feet by reason of de rheumatism."
"Meanin" de Shinin" Star Cullid Uplift and Progress League--dat"s de princ.i.p.alest activity in w"ich he"s now engaged. De dues is one dollar down on "nitiation an" twenty cents a week an"--"
"Wait jes" one minute, Sist" Menifee, ef you please. "Fore we gits any furder "long answer me dis one question Ise fixin" to ast you--do dis yere new lodge perpose to fune"lize de daid?"
"We ain"t tuck up dat point yit; doubtless we"ll come to de plans fur dat part later. Fur de time bein" de work is jes" to form de ladies"
auxiliary an" git de main objec"s set fo"th."
"Lis"en, chile. Me, I don"t aim never so long as I lives an" keeps my reason to jine no lodge w"ich don"t start out fust thing by fune"lizin"
de daid. Ise thinkin" now of de case of dat pore shif"less Sist"
Clarabelle Hardin dat used to live out yere on Plunkett"s Hill. She up an" jined one of dese newfandangle" lodges w"ich didn"t have nothin" to it but a fancy name an" a fancy strange n.i.g.g.e.r man runnin" it, an" right on top of dat she up an" died "thout a cent to her back. An" you know whut happen den? Well, I"m gwine tell you. Dat pore chile laid round de house daid fur gwine on three days an" den she jes" natch.e.l.ly had to git out to de cemetery de bes" way she could. Not fur me, honey, not fur me.
Dey got to have de money in de bank waitin" an" ready to bury de fus"
member dat pa.s.ses frum dis life before dey gits a cent of mine."