Mr. Mason felt the water rolling down his back in streams as he thought of a hot drive through the Florida sand and woods, but he could not say no, Jake"s honest face was so anxious and pleading.
"Yes, I"ll come, but how?" he asked.
"Oh, I"ll be hyar wid de mule an" de shay. Noon, sharp," Jake replied.
"Thankee, Mas"r Mason, thankee. We couldn"t bury Miss Dory without a word of pra"r. I kin say de Lawd"s, but I want somethin" about de resurrection an" de life what I hearn in Virginny. An" now I mus" go "long home. Ole Miss"ll be wantin" me an" de chile."
"What child?" Mr. Mason asked, in some surprise.
Jake"s face was a study as he hesitated a minute, winking to keep his tears back before he said, "Sartin", thar"s a chile. Why shouldn"t thar be, but fo" G.o.d it"s all right. Miss Dory said so, an" Elder Covil knows, only he"s done gone Norf or somewhar. It"s all right, an" you"ll know "tis the minit you see Miss Dory"s face--innocent as a baby"s. Good day to you."
He doffed his hat with a kind of grace one would hardly have expected, and walked rapidly away, leaving the Rev. Mr. Mason to think over what he had heard, and wonder that he didn"t ask the name of the family he was to visit. "Miss Dory, ole Miss, and Jake," were all he had to guide him, but the last name was sufficient.
"Oh, yes," the landlord said, when questioned. "It"s old Mrs. Harris and her grand-daughter out in the palmetto clearing; they"re Crackers. The old woman is half demented, the whole family was queer, and the girl the queerest of all--won"t talk and keeps her mouth shut as to her marriage, if there was one."
"Who was the man?" Mr. Mason asked, and the landlord replied, "Some Northern cuss she met in Georgia where she was staying a spell with her kin. A high blood, they say. Attracted by her pretty face, I suppose, and then got tired of her, or was too proud to own up. I wasn"t landlord then, but I"ve heard about it. I think he was here once three or four years ago. He came on the "Hatty" and staid on her--the house was so full. Didn"t register, nor anything--nor tell his name to a livin" soul.
One or two ast him square, I b"lieve, but he either pretended not to hear "em, or got out of it somehow. Acted prouder than Lucifer. Walked along the sh.o.r.e and in the woods, and went to the clearin"--some said to buy that limb of a Mandy Ann, but more to see Miss Dory. All the time he was on the boat he was so stiff and starched that n.o.body wanted to tackle him, and that girl--I mean Miss Dory--has kept a close mouth about him, and when her baby was born, and some of the old cats talked she only said, "It is all right, I"m a good girl," and I b"lieve she was. But that Northern cuss needs killin". He sends her money, they say, through some friend in Palatka, who keeps his mouth shut tight, but neither she nor Jake will use a cent of it. They are savin" it to educate the little girl and make a lady of her, if n.o.body claims her. A lady out of a Cracker! I"d laugh! That Jake is a dandy. He"s free, but has stuck to the Harrises because his father belonged to old Mrs.
Harris. He is smarter than chain lightnin", if he is a n.i.g.g.e.r, and knows more than a dozen of some white men. He drives a white mule, and has managed to put a top of sail cloth on an old ramshackle buggy, which he calls a "shay." You"ll go to the funeral in style."
Mr. Mason made no reply. He was thinking of Dory, and beginning to feel a good deal of interest in her and her story, and anxious to see her, even if she were dead. At precisely twelve o"clock on the day appointed for the funeral Jake drove his white mule and shay to the door of the Brock House. He had on his Sunday clothes, and around his tall hat was a band of black alpaca, the nearest approach to mourning he could get, for c.r.a.pe was out of the question. If possible, it was hotter than on the previous day, and the sail cloth top was not much protection from the sun as they drove along the sandy road, over bogs and stumps, palmetto roots and low bridges, and across brooks nearly dried up by the heat.
The way seemed interminable to Mr. Mason, for the mule was not very swift-footed, and Jake was too fond of him to touch him with a whip. A pull at the lines, which were bits of rope, and a "Go "long dar, you lazy ole t"ing, "fore I takes the hide off"n you" was the most he did to urge the animal forward, and Mr. Mason was beginning to think he might get on faster by walking, when a turn in the road brought the clearing in view.
It had improved some since we first saw it, and was under what the natives called right smart cultivation for such a place. Jake had worked early and late to make it attractive for his young mistress. He had given the log-house a coat of whitewash, and planted more climbing roses than had been there when the man from the North visited it. A rude fence of twisted poles had been built around it, and standing before this fence were three or four ox-carts and a democrat wagon with two mules attached to it. The people who had come in these vehicles were waiting expectantly for Jake and the minister, and the moment they appeared in sight the white portion hurried into the house and seated themselves--some in the few chairs the room contained, some on the table, and some on the long bench Jake had improvised with a board and two boxes, and which threatened every moment to topple over. There were a number of old women with sunbonnets on their heads--two or three higher-toned ones with straw bonnets--a few younger ones with hats, while the men and boys were all in their shirt sleeves. Some of them had come miles that hot day to pay their last respects to Miss Dory, who, in the room adjoining where they sat, lay in her coffin, clad, as Jake had said, in her best gown, the white one she had worn with so much pride the day the stranger came. She had never worn it since, but had said to Mandy Ann a few days before she died, "I should like to be buried in it, if you can smarten it up." And Mandy Ann who understood, had done her best at smartening, and when Sonsie and others said it was "yaller as saffern, an" not fittin" for a buryin"," she had washed and ironed it, roughly, it is true, but it was white and clean, and Sonsie was satisfied. Mandy Ann had tried to freshen the satin bows, but gave it up, and put in their place bunches of wild flowers she had gathered herself. With a part of the dollar given her by "the man from the Norf,"
she had commissioned Ted to buy her a ring in Jacksonville. It had proved too small for any finger, except her little one, and she had seldom worn it. Now, as she dressed her mistress for the last time an idea came to her; she was a well-grown girl of sixteen, and understood many things better than when she was younger. Going to Jake, she said, "Ain"t thar somethin" "bout a ring in that pra"r book you got in Richmon" an" reads on Sundays?"
"Yes, in de weddin" service," Jake replied, and Mandy continued: "Doan"
it show dey"s married for shoo"!"
"For shoo? Yes. I wish Miss Dory had one," Jake answered.
Mandy Ann nodded. She had learned what she wanted to know, and going to the little paper box where she kept her ring she took it up, looked at it lovingly, and tried it on. She had paid fifty cents for it, and Ted had told her the real price was a dollar, but he had got it for less, because the jeweler was selling out. It tarnished rather easily, but she could rub it up. It was her only ornament, and she prized it as much as some ladies prize their diamonds, but she loved her young mistress more than she loved the ring, and her mistress, though dead, should have it.
It needed polishing, and she rubbed it until it looked nearly as well as when Ted brought it to her from Jacksonville.
"I wish to de Lawd I knew ef dar was any partic"lar finger," she thought, as she stood by the coffin looking at the calm face of her mistress.
By good luck she selected the right finger, on which the ring slipped easily, then folding the hands one over the other, and putting in them some flowers, which, while they did not hide the ring, covered it partially, so that only a very close observer would be apt to think it was not real, she said, "If you wasn"t married with a ring you shall be buried with one, an" it looks right nice on you, it do, an" I hope ole granny Thomas"ll be hyar an" see it wid her snaky eyes speerin" "round.
Axed me oncet who I s"posed de baby"s fader was, an" I tole her de gemman from de Norf, in course, an" den made up de lie an" tole her dey had a weddin" on de sly in Georgy--kinder runaway, an" his kin was mad an" kep" him to home "cept oncet when he comed hyar to see her, an" I "clar for"t I doan think she b"lieve a word "cept that he was hyar.
Everybody knowd that. I reckon she will gin in when she see de ring."
Pleased with what she had done, Mandy Ann left the room just as the first instalment of people arrived, and with them old granny Thomas. In the little community of Crackers scattered through the neighborhood there were two factions, the larger believing in Eudora, and the smaller not willing to commit themselves until their leader Mrs. Thomas had done so. On the strength of living in a frame house, owning two or three negroes and a democrat wagon, she was a power among them. What she thought some of those less favored than herself thought. When she "gave in" they would, and not before. Up to the present time there had been no signs of "giving in" on the part of the lady, whose shoulders still hunched and whose head shook when Eudora was mentioned. She should go to the funeral, in course, she said. She owed it to ole Miss Harris, and she really had a good deal of respect for the n.i.g.g.e.r Jake. So she came in her democrat wagon and straw bonnet, and because she was Mrs. Thomas, walked uninvited into the room where the coffin stood, and looked at Eudora.
"I"d forgot she was so purty. It"s a good while sense I seen her," she thought, a feeling of pity rising in her heart for the young girl whose face had never looked fairer than it did now with the seal of death upon it. "And s"true"s I live she"s got a ring on her weddin" finger! Why didn"t she never war it afore an" let it be known?" she said to herself, stooping down to inspect the ring, which to her dim old eyes seemed like the real coin. "She wouldn"t _lie_ in her coffin, an" I b"lieve she was good after all, an" I"ve been too hard on her," she continued, waddling to a seat outside, and communicating her change of sentiment to the woman next to her, who told it to the next, until it was pretty generally known that "ole Miss Thomas had _gin in_, "case Miss Dory had on her weddin" ring."
Nearly every one else present had "gin in" long before, and now that Mrs. Thomas had declared herself, the few doubtful ones followed her lead, and there were only kind, pitying words said of poor Dory, as they waited for the minister to come, and the services to begin.
CHAPTER VI
THE SERVICES
The blacks were outside the house, and the whites inside, when Jake drove his shay to the door, and the Rev. Mr. Mason alighted, wiping the sweat from his face and looking around with a good deal of curiosity. A mulatto boy came forward to take charge of the mule, and Jake ushered the minister into the room where the coffin stood, and where were the four men he had asked to be bearers.
"I s"pose I"d or"ter of had six," he said in a whisper; "but she"s so light, four can tote her easy, an" they"s all very "spectable. No low-downs. I means everything shall be fust-cla.s.s."
Wrapped in shawls, with her head nodding up and down, old Mrs. Harris sat, more deaf and more like a dried mummy than she had been on the occasion of the stranger"s visit. Jake had bought her an ear trumpet, but she seldom used it, unless compelled by Mandy Ann, who now sat near her with the little girl who, at sight of Jake, started to meet him.
But, Mandy Ann held her back and whispered, "Can"t you done "have yerself at yer mammy"s funeral an" we the only mourners?"
The child only understood that she was to keep quiet, and sat down in her little chair, while Jake motioned to Mr. Mason that he was to see Miss Dory.
During her illness her hair had fallen out so fast that it had been cut off, and now lay in soft rings around her forehead, giving her more the look of a child than of a girl of twenty, as the plate on her coffin indicated. "Eudora, aged twenty," was all there was on it, and glancing at it Mr. Mason wondered there was no other name. Jake saw the look and whispered. "I wan"t gwine to lie an" put on "Eudora Harris," for she ain"t Eudora Harris, an" I didn"t know t"other name for shoo. Ain"t she lovely!"
"She is, indeed," Mr. Mason said, feeling the moisture in his eyes, as he looked at the young, innocent face on which there was no trace of guilt.
He was sure of that without Jake"s repeated a.s.sertion, "Fo" G.o.d, it"s all right, for she tole me so. Mostly, she"d say nothin". She"d promised she wouldn"t, but jess fo" she died she said agen to me, "I tole him I"d keep dark till he come for me, but it"s all right. Send for Elder Covil "crost the river. He knows." I"ve tole you this afore, I reckon, but my mind is so full I git rattled."
By this time the bent figure sitting in the rocking-chair, near the coffin began to show signs of life and whimper a little.
""Scuse me," Jake said, pulling a shawl more squarely around her shoulders and straightening her up. "Mas"r Mason, this is ole Miss Lucy.
Miss Lucy, this is Mas"r Mason, come to "tend Miss Dory"s funeral. Peart up a little, can"t you, and speak to him."
There didn"t seem to be much "peart up" in the woman, who began at once to cry. Instantly Mandy Ann started up and wiped her face, and settled her cap, and taking the trumpet screamed into it that she was to behave herself and speak to the gemman.
"Dory"s dead," she moaned, and subsided into her shawl and cap, with a faint kind of cry.
"Dory"s dead," was repeated, in a voice very different from that of the old woman--a child"s clear, sweet voice--and turning, Mr. Mason saw a little dark-haired, dark-eyed girl standing by Mandy Ann.
Mr. Mason was fond of children, and stooping down he kissed the child, who drew back and hid behind Jake.
"Me "fraid," she said, covering her face with her hands, and looking with her bright eyes through her fingers at the stranger.
Something in her eyes attracted and fascinated, and at the same time troubled Mr. Mason, he scarcely knew why. The old grandmother was certainly demented. The landlord had said Eudora and the whole family were queer. Was the child going to be queer, too, and did she show it in her eyes? They were very large and beautiful, and the long, curling lashes, when she closed them, fell on her cheeks like those of her dead mother, whom she resembled. She seemed out of place in her surroundings, but he could not talk to her then. The people in the next room were beginning to get restless, and to talk in low tones of their crops and the weather, and the big alligator caught near the hotel. It was time to begin, and taking the little girl in his arms, Jake motioned to Mr.
Mason. In the door between the two rooms was a stand covered with a clean white towel. On it was a Bible, a hymn-book, a cup of water, and two or three flowers in another cup. Mr. Mason did not need the Bible.
Jake had asked for the Resurrection and the Life, and he had brought his prayer-book, and began the beautiful burial service of the Church, to which the people listened attentively for a while; then they began to get tired, and by the time the long reading was through there were unmistakable signs of discontent among them. They had expected something more than reading a chapter. They wanted remarks, with laudations of the deceased. Miss Dory was worthy of them, and because there were none they fancied the minister did not believe it was all right with her, and they resented it. Even old Miss Thomas had "gin in," and thar was the weddin"
ring, an" no sermon,--no remarks, and they didn"t like it. Another grievance was that no hymn was given out, and there was the hymn-book at hand. They had at least expected "Hark from the tombs," if nothing else, but there was nothing. Singing const.i.tuted a large part of their religious worship, and they did not mean to have Miss Dory buried without this attention.
As Mr. Mason finished the services and sat down, he was startled with an outburst of "Shall we meet beyond the river." Everybody joined in the song, negroes and all, their rich, full voices dominating the others, and making Mr. Mason thrill in every nerve as the quaint music filled the house, and went echoing out upon the summer air. When the "Beautiful River" was finished some one outside the door took up the refrain:
"Oh, that will be joyful, joyful, joyful; Oh, that will be joyful, When we meet to part no more."
This appealed to the blacks, who entered into the singing heart and soul, some of the older ones keeping time with a swinging motion of their bodies, and one old lady in her enthusiasm bringing down her fist upon the doorstep, on which she was sitting, and shouting in a way which warned Jake of danger. He knew the signs, and putting down the little girl, who had fallen asleep in his lap, he went to the old negress, who was beginning to get under full headway, and holding her uplifted arm, said to her:
"Hush, Aunt Judy, hush; this ain"t no place to have the pow". This ain"t a pra"r meetin"; tis a "Piscopal funeral, this is, such as they have in Virginny."
What Judy might have said is uncertain, for there came a diversion in the scene. The child had followed Jake to the door, where she stood wide-eyed and attentive, and when the last words of the hymn ended, she sang in a clear, shrill voice, "Be joyful when we meet to part no more."
Her voice was singularly sweet and full, and Mr. Mason said to himself, "She"ll be a singer some day, if she is not crazy first." Nothing now could keep old Judy from one more burst, and her "Yes, thank de Lawd, we"ll meet to part no mo"," rang out like a clarion, and the religious services were over.