"Bow dar, sc.r.a.pe dar; Doan hang about de doah.
Shine up ter de pretty gals, An" lead "em on de floah"--
his fiddle seconding his exhortation with such inciting strains that soon there was not a foot but was keeping time.
Suky observed that the musician had eyes for her only, and that toward all others he maintained his depressing superiority. In vain did Mandy lavish tokens of favor on "Mister Johnsing." Jeff did not lose his sudden and unexpected indifference; while the great ring glistening on his finger added to the mystery. There were many whispered surmises; but gradually the conjecture that he had "foun" a heap ob Link.u.m money"
was regarded as the best explanation of the marked change in his bearing.
Curiosity soon became more potent than Jeff"s fiddle, and the ""freshments" were hurried up. So far from resenting this, Jeff put his violin under his arm and stalked across the improvised ball-room to Miss Suky, oblivious of the fact that she had a suitor on either side.
"Gemmen," he remarked with condescension, "dis lady am degaged ter me durin" de "freshments period,"" and he held out his arm in such a way that the ma.s.sive ring glittered almost under Suky"s nose. The magnet drew. His arm was taken in spite of the protests of the enamored swains.
"Permit me de suggestation," continued Jeff, "dat ter a lady ob yer "finement, dis place am not fit ter breve in. Wha"s mo", I doan "cline ter hab dese yer common n.i.g.g.ahs a-whisperin" an" a-pintin" an"
a-"jecturin" about us. Lemme yet yer a seat under de lite ob de risin"
moon. De dusk"ll obscuate yer loveleness so I"se dar" tell all de news."
Suky, mystified and expectant, but complacent over another conquest, made no objections to these whispered "suggestations," and was led to a seat under the shadow of a tree. A chorus of not very flattering remarks broke out, ceasing as suddenly when Jeff returned for a portion of the cake and cider.
"Mister Wobbles, yer"s prettin" on high de airs ter-night," Suky remarked, with an interrogation point in her voice.
"Here"s ter de health ob Mrs. Wobbles," he answered, lifting the cider to his lips.
"I"se no "jections ter dat. Who is she ter be?" replied Suky, very innocently.
"It"s not my "tention ter go furder and far" wuss. Dis am a case wha de presen" company am not "cepted."
"No, not axcepted jes" yet, Mr. Wobbles, if yer"se "dressin" yer remarks ter me. Yer is goin" on jes" a little too far."
"P"raps a little far; but yer"ll soon catch up wid me. Yer"se a lady dat got a min" ob her own, I hope?"
"It"s mine yet, anyhow."
"An" yer kin keep as mum as a possum w"en de cawn is in de milk?"
"Dat "pends."
"Ob cose it does. But I"ll trus" yer; yer ain" de one ter bite yer own nose off. Does yer see dat ar ring, Suky? Law! how pretty dat look on yer degaged finger!"
""Tain" dar yet."
"Lemme put it dar. Ki! wouldn"t dey look an" gape an" pint in dar yonder w"en yer come a-sailin" in wid dat ring on?"
"Yes; dey tink me a big fool ter be captivated by a ring--bra.s.s, too, like anuff."
"No, Suky, it"s gole--yallow gole, di "plexion ob yer own fair han".
But, law! dis ain" nuffin ter what I"se "ll git yer. Yer"se shall hab rings an" dresses an" jules till yer "stinguish de oder gals like de sun put out de stars."
"What yer foun", Jeff Wobbles?"
"I"se foun" what"ll make yer a lady if yer hab sense. I"se gib yer de compliment ob s"lecting yer ter shar" my fine if yer"ll lemme put dis ring on yer degaged finger."
"Yer doan say nuffin "bout lub in dis yer "rangement," Suky simpered, sidling up to him.
"Oh, dat kind ob sent"ment "ll do fer common n.i.g.g.ahs," Jeff explained with dignity. "I"se hurd my missus talk "bout "liances "twixt people of quality. Ki! Suky, I"se in a"sition now ter make a "liance wid yer. Yer ain" like dat low gal, Mandy. What Mister Johnsing ebber hab ter gib her but a lickin" some day? I"se done wid dat common cla.s.s; I may fiddle fur "em now an" den, jes" ter see dem sport deysefs, while I"se lookin" on kin" ob s"periur like, yer know. But den, dey ain" our kin"
ob folks. Yer"se got qulities dat"ll shine like de risin" moon dar."
Then in a whisper he added, "De Link.u.m sogers is off dar ter the east"erd. One night"s trabel an" dey"d sen" us on ter Washin"on. Onst yer git dar, an" hab all de jules an" dresses dat I gib yer, dar"s not a culled gemmen dereaway but "ud bow down ter yer."
Here was a dazzling vista that Suky could not resist. Her ideas of freedom, like those of Jeff, were not very exalted. At that period, slave property in the vicinity of the Union lines was fast melting away; and scarcely a night elapsed but some one was missing, the more adventurous and intelligent escaping first, and others following as opportunity and motive pointed the way. The region under consideration had not yet been occupied by the Federals, and there was still no slight risk involved in flight. Suky did not realize the magnitude of the project. She was not the first of her s.e.x to be persuaded by a cavalier and promised gold to take a leap into the dark.
As a result of Jeff"s representations the ""liance" was made there and then, secrecy promised, and an escape to Washington agreed upon as soon as circ.u.mstances permitted--Suky"s mind, I regret to say, dwelling more on "gemmen bowing down" to her than on the devotion of the allied suitor.
No lady of rank in Timbuctoo could have sailed into the kitchen ball-room with greater state than Suky now after the compact had been made, Jeff supporting her on his arm with the conscious air of one who has taken the prize from all compet.i.tors. With the a.s.surance of a potentate he ensconced himself in the orchestra corner and called the dancers to their feet.
But the spirit of mutiny was present. Eager eyes noted that the ring on his bow-hand was gone. Then it was seen glistening on Suky"s hand as she ostentatiously fanned herself. The clamor broke out, "Mister Johnsing," incited by Mandy and the two swains between whom Suky had been sandwiched, leading the revolt against Jeff"s arrogance and success.
There were many, however, who had no personal wrongs to right, and who did not relish being made a cat"s-paw by the disaffected. These were bent on the natural progression and conclusion of the dance. In consequence of the wordy uproar the master of the premises appeared and cleared them all out, sending his own servants to their quarters.
Jeff nearly came to grief that night, for a party of the malcontents followed him on his homeward walk. Suspecting their purpose, he dodged behind some shrubbery, heard their threats to break his head and smash his fiddle, and then went back to a tryst with Suky.
That sagacious damsel had been meditating on the proposed alliance.
Even in her rather sophisticated mind she had regarded a semblance of love as essential; but since Jeff had put everything on such superior grounds, she felt that she should prove herself fit for new and exalted conditions of life by seeing to it that he made good all his remarkable promises. She remembered that he had not yet opened the box of money, and became a little sceptical as to its contents. Somebody might have watched Jeff, and have carried it off.
True, she had the ring, but that was not the price of her hand. Nothing less than had been promised would answer now; and when she stole out to meet Jeff she told him so. Under the witching moonlight he began to manifest tendencies to sentiment and tenderness. Her response was prompt: "Go "long! what dese common n.i.g.g.ah ways got ter do wid a "liance? Yer show me de gole in dat box--dat"s de bargain. Den de "liance hole me fas", an" I"ll help yer spen" de money in Washin"on.
We"ll hab a weddin" scrumptious as white folks. But, law sakes! Jeff Wobbles, "t ain" no kin" ob "liance till I see dat gole an" hab some ob it too!"
Jeff had to succ.u.mb like many a higher-born suitor before him, with the added chagrin of remembering that he had first suggested the purely businesslike aspect of his motive.
"Berry well; meet me here ter-morrer night when I whistle like a whip-o"-will. But yer ain" so smart as yer tink yer are, Suky. Yer"se made it cl"ar ter me dat I"se got ter keep de han"lin" ob dat gole or you"ll be a-carryin" dis "liance business too far! If I gib yer gole, I expec" yer ter shine up an be "greeable-like ter me ebbery way yer know how. Dat"s only fa"r, doggoned ef it ain"!" and Jeff spoke in a very aggrieved tone.
Wily Suky chucked him under the chin, saying: "Show me de color ob de gole an" de "liance come out all right." Then she retired, believing that negotiations had proceeded far enough for the present.
Jeff went home feeling that he had been forewarned and forearmed. Since her heart responded to a golden key only, he would keep that key and use it judiciously.
During the early hours of the following night Jeff was very wary and soon discovered that he was watched. He coolly slipped the collar from a savage dog, and soon there was a stampede from a neighboring grove.
An hour after, when all had become quiet again, he took the dog and, armed with an axe, started out, fully resolved on breaking the treasure-box which he had been h.o.a.rding.
The late moon had risen, giving to Jeff a gnome-like aspect as he dug at the root of the persimmon-tree. The mysterious box soon gleamed with a pale light in his hand, like the leaden casket that contained Portia"s radiant face. Surely, when he struck the "open sesame" blow, that beauty which captivates young and old alike would dazzle his eyes.
With heart now devoid of all compunction, and exultant in antic.i.p.ation, he struck the box, shaving off the end he held furthest from him. An "ancient fish-like smell" filled the air; Jeff sank on the ground and stared at sardines and rancid oil dropping instead of golden dollars from his treasure-box. They scarcely touched the ground before the dog snapped them all up.
The bewildered negro knew not what to think. Had fish been the original contents of the box, or had the soldier"s spook transformed the gold into this horrid mess? One thing, however, was clear--he had lost, not only Suky, but prestige. The yellow girl would scorn him, and tell of his preposterous promises. Mandy had been offended beyond hope, and he would become the laughing-stock and byword of all the colored boys for miles around.
"Dar"s nuffin lef fer me but ter put out fer freedom," he soliloquized; "ki! I"se a-gwine ter git eben wid dat yallar gal yet. I"ll cut stick ter-morrer night and she"ll tink I "sconded alone, totin" de box wid me, and dat she was too sharp in dat "liance business."
So it turned out; Jeff and his fiddle vanished, leaving nothing to sustain Suky under the gibes of her a.s.sociates except the ring, which she eventually learned was as brazen as her own ambition.
Jeff wandered into the service of a Union officer whose patience he tried even more than that of his tolerant Southern mistress; but when by the camp-fire he brought out his violin, all his shortcomings were condoned.