"Because I am not in the habit of lying," replied the offended man.
"Look a heer white man I aint agwine ter hab no bigity in dis kote,"
said the judge as he pointed his long bony finger with a savage frown at the prisoner, "yer "nose dis heer kote is agwin ter mak itsef ojeous und a pine plank scandle und stinch to dem dat goes agin de law. Don"t dis heer warrant sezs how dat yu dun und dun dis heer depredashun und now yu ups und sez how dat yu didn"t. The jedge ob dis kote aint agwine agin his own affidavy und yu is foun gilty upon de hipsy dixsy ob dis heer warrant."
"But I beg that I may be allowed to introduce witnesses who would prove me innocent," exclaimed the prisoner.
"How in de name ob G.o.d is dey gwine to prube yu innercent when de warrant hab dun und foun yu gilty? tell me dat" asked the judge argumentively.
"Do you mean to convict a man in your court who has not been judicially tried," asked Mr. Sanders.
"Say dat ober agin" commanded the judge as he leaned forward using his open hand as a ear trumpet; "dis kote don"t comprehen de fa.s.sinashun ob de question," and the prisoner repeated the question with emphasis.
"Eggzackly so," exclaimed the judge, "I sees de pint; you is perseeding to put dis kote in contempt wid your obstropuous language; dis kote is gwine to rite its judgment so de boss can read it widout his specks. Hit has heerd de state pro und con und hit has measured out its ekality in golden stillyurds, and upon de hole kase und de aggrawashuns dareof yu is foun one hundred dollars und recognized fur your good behavens fur a year und a day. Officer," he continued addressing the negro, "size up dat white man"s pile und tak out er hundred dollars fur de fine fore yu turns him loose."
"Next case" he exclaimed, "dare is dat Betsy Collins agin; er witness fur de state agin Mr. Thomson" he continued deprecatingly, "allus a gittin up a great fl.u.s.tration agin de po house; a runnin to dis kote wid arrant lies lak hit was agwine ter trude itsef on brudder Thomson"s feelins."
"What is you doin heer Betsy Collins wid your rad eye a bunged up lak yu had been a salting a yellow jackets nest? I"m agwine to pospond dis kase twell brudder Tompson arrivs in kote und terryegates de complaint."
"De next case am a forsible stenshion kase I"m gwine ter let it go by too."
"Grate King" he exclaimed with an unjudicial gravity, as he bent his spectacled face to peruse a name upon his docket, "dat ar name retches from de Rappydan to de Jeemes rubber; w.i.l.l.yum Abender Dolbery Bowzer Indian Ginrul Mackintosh. Haint dat name dun und fling yo back outen jint? I"m ergwine to split hit rite wide open, und den I"m gwine to wide hit up agin. Mouter node yu wur er wagrant ur a secesh n.i.g.g.e.r toting dat secesh name und all dem Federick gyarments lak yu wuz de rare eend ob de bellion."
"Whose horg"s dat yu bin gitting yo rashuns offer?" the judge asked with a fearful grin, and the negro prisoner was for a moment confused, rea.s.suring himself however he pleaded "not guilty" to the warrant and asked that his case might be continued until his old master could be subponed.
The judge looked toward the prisoner with a scowl as he observed, "What"s dat white man"s name?"
"Ole Ma.r.s.er"s named arter me," the prisoner humbly replied.
"Ugh! Ugh!" said the judge "Dats a sarc.u.mstance agin you. I"m ergwine to put yu whey dere haint ergwine to be no mo sturbance betwixt yu and de horgs. Dis heer jedgment is ergwine to run agin yu twell dat ar horg is fotched into de kote; und hit is ergwine to run in de name of de state."
"Grate Jarryko!" exclaimed Joshua excitedly from among the bystanders, "dat dere jedgment ez same ez er surcle in de warter, hit haint got no eend, Grate King! dat secesh n.i.g.g.e.r hez dun und got hissef shot up forever und all dun and dun, by und twixt him und a piney woods rooter that is dun and woured up fo de bellion fell."
"Dis kote is gwine to rejourn till to morrow mornin. Make de pocklemashun, officer."
As the old negro judge by the aid of his staff was shuffling out of the court house the Colonel was prompted to ask him why he had been rudely taken from his home and brought as a prisoner before him. The old negro looked at the Colonel in a furtive way as he replied irritatingly. "De kote had to bate de trap wid one warmint ter catch anudder one." And thus the mountebanks and harlequins of these outrageous times were compounding dynamite in their laboratories that would ere long explode under their feet.
CHAPTER XII.
HOME AGAIN.
Alice felt that in the afflictive dispensations that were from day to day scourging the poor south, that in her own personal trials there was an inscrutable Providence enacting its ordinances, and by and by the "end would justify the means." Great and simple was the faith of this beautiful child of the sunny south, great and simple her faith in the unfailing source of truth, love, and Divine equity. Great was her faith in the possibilities and recuperative power of a country that had been scathed so remorselessly by the great storms of war. She had thrown around her life a great bulkhead of faith, and she could suffer almost uncomplainingly, for there was solace in tears and prayers when her spiritual discernment brought her face to face with Him who said, "I"ll never leave thee nor forsake thee."
After the arrest of her father she retired to her chamber for a short communion with her Savior, to whom she had yielded without reserve a heart soon to be cast again into the heated furnace of affliction. She came out of her room to respond to a feeble knock at the back door, and she opened it to admit Clarissa. Alice saw instantly that something had gone wrong with the negro, for there were great tears standing in her liquid eyes and her speech was broken and emotional.
"Miss Alice," she exclaimed, amid her sobs with her black face buried in her ap.r.o.n, "Ole Clarisy is so sorry, deed she is dat she trod on your feelins, but Ned he suaded me clare outen my senses, deed he did Missis, und I declares fore my Maker in heaben, dat when dat fool n.i.g.g.e.r s.p.a.ciated erbout dem hosses und kerriges, und horg und horminy pyannys he was agwine ter fetch home, und de silk umbrells und de whoop skeerts und sich lak, I jes drapped back into dat n.i.g.g.e.r busum und didn"t see wun bressed fing but kerriges und hosses er c.u.mmin und ergwine; und bress yo sole, Miss Alice, all dat nite long Ned was gwine on bout dem hosses und piany fortes und now und den he wud drap orf to sleep, und den I heerd him hollow to Joshaway "Git outen de way wid de rones, dese heer clay banks is ergwine to tak dis rode, Glang Shurmans! Glang Laflin!" und fo de Lord wun time dat stractified n.i.g.g.e.r pearched hissef pon de tip eend ob de bedsted und hilt on to de postes same ez a poll-parrot hollering "wo! wo! wo!" und him plum fast asleep; und when de fust lite of day c.u.m I heerd him er coaxin ole Saltpeter, dats our ole steer, wid a moufful of fodder, und den he hollered to me to fetch de blue chiss to put de munny in und me und him got into de steer kyart und dat ole Saltpeter jess turned hissef loose down dat rode same as mars Jon"s bay filly; but I haint neber seed no munny yet, nor de clay-banks nudder; und Ned he lowed how dat de bero man dun an sed dat de man dat was fetchin" de hosses to de souf, hed done und tucked de rong rode, und mout not git heer in time to pitch de c.r.a.p, but dat he was gwine to c.u.m sho, und I axed Ned ef he pinned his fafe to dat man und de hosses, und day er straying disserway und datterway twixt de norf and de souf und he lowed dat "n.o.body cud hit de rite rode all de time kase de bellion hed dun und flung all de rodes outen jint." Den I ups and sezs,"I nose wun rode dat haint flung outen jint und dis heer foot pa.s.senger is agwine to take hit rite back to de grate house;" und heer I is Miss Alice; und den I got er studdin erbout ole Ma.r.s.er und young Missis und it peared lak I was s...o...b..ng dem to de hart wid a pitchfork, und I sez to mysef sez I "Clarisy is yu ergwine ter leave dem po critters in de grate house wid de cussed n.i.g.g.e.rs er pirooting froo de land?" I dun c.u.m back now Miss Alice to slave fur yu und ole Ma.r.s.er twell I die; twell de ark angel stretches out his whings and taks me ter rest in his busum. I know I was a stracted fool when I drapped the kitchen key under de do, but bress your hart Miss Alice dar is sich a fl.u.s.trashun all ober de land, de n.i.g.g.e.rs lak ragged ruffins ergwine to de town und c.u.mmin back agin, er gallipin hosses und er blowin great big horns pine blank lak dam yaller mornin glories, dat I is so pestered dat I don"t know de fo eend ob de grate house frum de hind eend." "Is you been in de kitchen dis mornin Miss Alice?"
"Oh yes," replied Alice, "and everything is tidy and clean."
"Is!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Clarissa. "Well I"m ergwine in dar und cook ole marsa sum good wittles fur I knows he ergwine ter be most perished when he comes. Po ole marsa; it do pear lak he is suckin sorrow all de bressed time; to be sho dis wurrull is turned rong side outards; ef er ark angel was ter pearch upon de tip eend ef de chimney und see de ruinashun of dis po souf he wud"nt flop his whings but wun time fo he wud be clean outen site, dat he wud"n"t."
The coming back of the truant servant was a bright page in the life history of Alice. She had been so sad, so lonely, so forsaken. She had looked into the arching sky and saw nothing there but frowning clouds; she had introspected her poor heart and there was nothing there but the pictures of the dead; she thought of her friends and saw only grinning phantoms. Still sowing the wind and sowing, sowing, came back the echo.
She went into the parlor and seating herself at the piano thrummed its neglected chords, and was ever music or song so enrapturing. Surely an invisible choir supplemented her sweet voice. She arose from the piano and knelt at the little altar to pray for her father, who was at that moment in the hands of these merciless people; who like Huns and Vandals were riding rough shod over the south arresting arbitrarily the aged men whose learning, experience and virtue had ill.u.s.trated its civilization and given impulse and direction to its grandeur and glory. She was pleading with Him who had permitted his chosen people to be scourged by the lashes of the Egyptian task-masters; pleading not for her life but for another life, that like the wasted candle would flicker a little longer and go out. Alice then went to the kitchen and found Clarissa burnishing the tea service.
"Bress yor hart, young missis," Clarissa said "you allus c.u.ms lak a streak o" sunshine. Ef de clouds was a drapping rain all de time I cud see de bressed sun er shinin when yu"se erbout."
"I thank you Clarissa, but I don"t deserve your compliments," Alice replied. "I don"t feel as if I could cheer any one or make one human heart light or happy. What will they do with father Clarissa?" she continued.
"De good Lord in heaben only knows, missis. Pears lak dey ez wouring dat po man up wid leetle moufuls at de time, and he so innosen too."
"Poor father," she said to herself. "I have been made very strong by a refreshing influence. If you could only place your burdens upon me until I became wearied like yourself, I would be so happy."
At twilight the old man, foot sore and exhausted, tottered into the verandah very much in the spirit of Cataline "nursing wrath and breathing mischief." "How uniform in all ages," he vehemently exclaimed, "are the workings of tyranny; how plausible its pretexts; how detestable its purposes! I have thought of death and felt no fear when I invited him to come and to come quickly; but I beseech the great G.o.d now that he will spare me to behold my people rising in their majesty, with a const.i.tutional exercise of their power, to expel these barbarians from the country; to preserve our laws, our peace, our humanity; and to sustain the liberties of the people against the imminent perils to which they stand exposed."
He knew that he was powerless against that oppression that lacked every resource of intellectual vigor; he knew that whatever indignities were offered to person or property were condoned or excused; he knew that the manhood of the South was suffering a social attaint.
He told his daughter as best he could his humiliating experiences with interjections and volleys of wrath; how that when he was confronted by a black savage in the court he was told with fiendish laughter that the officer "had fotched the rong man," "dat de state had no charge agin him, but it mout hab fore he lef de town." Scarcely had the clear sun begun to overlook the trees the next morning when the negro officer again presented himself at the door with a requisition for Mr. Seymour.
"Yu is ordered ter kote ergin," the negro demanded. "The jedge sed how dat he made er mistake yestiddy und sent de rong man ter jail."
"Let me see your warrant," Colonel Seymour sternly asked.
"If yu fetches a witnis I"ll read de warrant," the ignorant brute replied.
Clarissa who was dusting the furniture in the hall, overhearing an animated conversation between her old master and the negro officer, peeped out of the door when the negro saw her and commanded her to come to him.
To go or to run, that was the question with Clarissa, but she made a virtue of necessity and timidly obeyed the order.
"Hold up your right hand, yu po n.i.g.g.e.r trash," the negro exclaimed.
"Oh Lordy, Mr. jedge, what has I dun und dun?" cried Clarissa; "Ergwine to de jail house fur nuffin in dis wurrul, me und ole marsa; und what is ergwine ter c.u.m ob miss Alice?"
"Hole your old mouf, I haint ergwine ter hurt yu. Stand rite dar as de witnis und den you is deescharged," and with that he took from his pocket a dirty yellow paper and began to spell out its contents.
The officer patronizingly remarked to Colonel Seymour as he was seating himself in the buggy, "I can gib yu er ride to de kote ef yu will excep of my sability." The Colonel thanked him, for his gouty joints were rebelling. By a cruel inexorable law of gravitation the old man was sinking from the level of a man to the condition of a slave. Alighting at the court house he was mortified to see a white man and a negro handcuffed together walking in the court room, in the custody of another negro officer. As he walked toward the black judge, a score of brutish negroes cried out "Yander is dat ole secesh, he"e ergwine to git jestis now."
"Fetch Mr. Seymour fore me, sar," commanded the judge; "whar is squire Wiggins und his affidavy?"
"Mr. Seymour, yu is scused of interruptin de squire heer in de joyment ob his social pribileges, and dis kote has found yu gilty. Let dis prisner be found er hundred dollars und ef yu haint got dat much munny handy, de kote will change de jedgment und send yu ter jail."
The Colonel had no difficulty in finding a friend who advanced for him the amount of the fine and he sought the carpet bagger Laflin to ask his protection against future indignities. The name Laflin stank in the nostrils of an outraged people. This free rover of reconstruction was shameless and conscienceless; the marplot of every conservative sentiment conceived for the betterment of the people; a human ogre with but one eye that fixed its stare upon the dollar whether enveloped in a tattered rag or a silken purse. The Colonel saw this man as he was coming out of a low groggery arm in arm with negroes. "Can I speak to you sir?" he replied.
Laflin turned fiercely upon him with the interrogatory.
"Who are you sir, and what is your business?"