"Will you tell me if Miss Wallingford--"
"Ma.r.s.e Clancy, hab Miss Wallingford sent you word dat she want you to know "bout her "fairs?"
"I understand," he said almost savagely, and throwing a quarter into the basket he pa.s.sed on.
There had been a tacit understanding at first that Mara"s part in Aun"
Sheba"s traffic should not be revealed. The girl had not wholly shaken off the influence of her aunt"s opposition, and she shrank with almost morbid dread from being the subject of remark even among those of her own cla.s.s.
The chief and controlling motive for secrecy, however, had been distrust, the fear that the undertaking would not be successful. As the days had pa.s.sed this fear had been removed. Aun" Sheba did not come to make her returns until after she had taken her supper in the evening, and at about ten in the morning she reached Mara"s home by an unfrequented side street.
There were those, however, who had begun to notice the regularity of her visits and among them was Owen Clancy. We have also seen that the daintiness of the viands had caused surmises.
Mara had become preoccupied with her success and with plans for increasing it. At first Aun" Sheba had supplemented her attempts, and her plan had been entered on so quietly and carried forward so smoothly that even Mrs.
Hunter was becoming reconciled to the scheme although she tried to conceal the fact. It would be hard to find two women more ignorant of the world, or more averse to being known by it, yet from it the unsophisticated girl now hoped to divert a little sustaining rill of currency without a ripple of general comment until the hour should come when she could reveal the truth to Clancy as a rebuke to his course and as a suggestion that a man might do more and yet not compromise himself. Full of these thoughts and hopes, her life, if not happy, had at least ceased to stagnate and was growing in zest and interest.
The day on which occurred the events just narrated was destined to prove a fateful one. When Aun" Sheba came in the evening it was soon evident that she had something on her mind. She paid little heed to the accounts while Mara was writing them down and explaining the margin of profit, as the girl was always careful to do, for it satisfied her conscience that her over-loyal partner was prospering now as truly as before. After everything had been attended to and the programme arranged for the morning, Aun"
Sheba still sat and fidgeted in her chair. Mara leaned back in hers and looking across the kitchen table said: "Be honest now. There"s something you want to say."
"Don"t want ter say it, but s"pose I ought."
"I reckon you had, Aun" Sheba."
The woman"s native shrewdness had been sharpened by the varied experience of her calling, and she had become convinced that the policy of secrecy would be a failure. What would be Mara"s course when compelled to face the truth, was the question that troubled her. The kind soul hoped that it would make no difference, and proposed to use all her tact to induce the girl to continue her enterprise openly, believing that this course would be best for several reasons. She had the wit to know that Mara would yield far more out of consideration for her than for any thought of self, so she said as a masterpiece of strategy, "Ma.r.s.e Clancy ax me to-day if I stole de cakes."
"What," cried Mara, flushing hotly.
"Jes dat--ef I stole de cakes; an" anoder man say I was gittin" new reseets or dat somebody was coachin" me, whateber dat is. Den he put it right straight, "Did you make "em?""
"Oh, Aun" Sheba, I"ve thoughtlessly been causing trouble. I should have continued to make the cakes just as you did, and it was only to divert my mind that I tried other ways. I won"t do so any more."
"Dunno "bout dat, honey."
"Indeed I will not when I promise you."
"I doesn"t want any sech a promise. De folks like de new-fangle" cakes betteh, an" gwine back to de ole way wouldn"t do no good. It"s all boun"ter come out dat I"se sellin" fer you as well as fer me. Ma.r.s.e Clancy axed ef you wasn"t, leastways he "gan to ax when I shut him up."
"How did you shut him up?" said Mara, breathing quickly.
"By axin" him anoder question. Yah, yah, I"se Yankee "nuff fer dat. I say, "Hab Miss Wallingford sen" you word dat she want you to know "bout her "fairs"?"
"Didn"t he say anything after that?"
"Yes, he say "I understand," an" I"spect he do, fer he drap a quarter in my basket an" look as if he was po"ful mad as he walk away. He better min"
his own business."
Mara understood Clancy and Aun" Sheba did not. The young girl was troubled and perplexed, for she could not but see in her lover"s mind the effect of her step. She felt that it was natural he should be hurt and even angered to learn that, after all he had offered to do for her, she should avail herself of Aun" Sheba"s services instead of his. What she feared most was that he would take it as final evidence that she was hostile to him personally and not merely estranged because he would not conform his views and life to her own. Her secret and dearest purpose, that of teaching him that he could live without compromise as she could, might be defeated.
What if the very act should lead to the belief that she no longer wished to have any part in his life? A girl cannot feel that same toward a man who has told her openly of his love, for such words break down the barriers of maidenly reserve even in her own self-communings. Since he had spoken so plainly she could think more plainly. She knew well how mistaken Aun" Sheba was in her judgment, but could not explain that Clancy felt he was not only rejected as a lover but had been ignored even as a helpful friend; and her own love taught her to gauge the bitterness of this apparent truth.
She soon became conscious that Aun" Sheba was watching her troubled face, and to hide her deeper thoughts she said, "Yes, I suppose it is all bound to come out. Well, let it. You shall not be misjudged." "Law sake, Missy, wot does I keer! De ting dat trouble me is dat you"se gwine to keer too much. I doan want you to gib up and I doan want you to be fl.u.s.tered ef you fin" it"s known. De pa"hnership, as you call "im, been doin" you a heap o"
good. You"se min" been gettin" int"usted an" you fo"gits you"se troubles.
Dat"s wot pleases me. Now to my po" sense, folks is a heap betteh off, takin" keer ob dem selves, dan wen dey worry "bout wat dis one say an" dat one do. Dere is lots ob folks dat"ll talk "bout you a month dat won"t lif"
dere finger for you a minit. An" wat can dey say, honey, dat"ll harm you?
You prouder"n all ob dem, but you got dis kin" ob pride. Ef de rent fall due you fight again eben you"se ole nuss payin" it. Talk"s only breff, but an empty pocket mean an orful lot ob trouble to folks who ain"t willin" to take out ob dere pocket wat dey didn"t put dere."
"Yes, Aun" Sheba, I think it would be the worst kind of trouble."
"I know it ud be fer you, but dar"s Unc. He"d like his pocket filled ebery day an" he wouldn"t keer who filled it ef he could spend. He"d say de Lawd pervided. Unc."d rather trust de Lawd dan work any day."
"I am afraid you are not very religious," said Mara, smiling.
"Well, I of"n wonder wedder I"se "ligious or no," resumed Aun" Sheba, introspectively. "Some sarmons and prars seem like bread made out ob bran, de bigger de loaf de wuss it is. Unc. says I"se very cole an backsliden, but I"d be a heap colder ef I didn"t keep up de wood-pile.
"And you help others keep up their wood-piles."
"Well, I reckon I does, but dere ain"t much "ligion in dat. Dat"s kin" ob human natur which de preacher say am bad, bery bad stuff. De Lawd knows I say my prars sho"t so as to be up an" doin". Anyhow I doan belebe he likes ter be hollered at so, as dey do in our meetin" an" Unc. says dat sech talk am "phemous. But dat ain"t heah nor dar. We"se gwine right along, honey, ain"t we? We"se gwine ter min" our own business jes" as if we"se the bigges" pahners in de town?"
"Yes, Aun" Sheba, you can say what you please hereafter, and I want you to come and go openly. I should have taken the stand before and saved you from coming out evenings. It has been far more on Aunty"s account than on my own."
"Well, honey, now my min"s at res" an" I belebe we do po"ful lot ob trade.
Dat orful human natur gwine to come in now an" I belebe dat folks who know you an" all "bout you"se family will help you, "stid ob talkin" agin you.
You see. You knows I doan" mean no disrespec" to ole Missus, but she"d jes sit down an" starbe, tinkin" ob de good dinners she orter hab, an" did hab in de ole times. All you"se folks in hebin is a smilin" on you, honey. Dey is, fer I feels it in my bones. You"se got de co"age ob you pa an" granpa an" dey know, jes" as we knows, dat ole Missus take a heap mo" comfort grumblin" dan in bein" hungry."
"Oh, Aun" Sheba, do you truly think they know about my present life?" the girl asked, with wet eyes.
"Dat"s a bery deep question, honey, but it kin" a seem reason"ble ter me dat wen you gettin" on well an" wen you doin" good to some po" soul de Lawd"ll sen" an angel to tell "em. Wen dey ain"t hearin" notin" I spects dey"s got to tink as we does dat no news is good news."
The girl was deeply moved, for the vernacular of her old nurse had been familiar from childhood and did not detract from the sacred themes suggested. "Oh, that I could have seen my father," she sighed. "Portraits are so unsatisfying. Tell me again just how he looked."
"He"d be proud ob you, honey, an" you kin be proud ob him. You hab his eyes, only you"se is bigger and of"n look as if you"se sorrowin" way down in you soul. Sometimes, eben wen you was a baby, you"d look so long an"
fixed wid you big sad eyes as if you seed it all an" know"d it all dat I used to boo-hoo right out. Nuder times I"d be skeered, fer you"d reach out you"se little arms as ef you seed you"se moder an" wanted to go to her. De Lawd know bes" why he let such folks die. She was like a pa.s.sion vine creepin" up de oak--all tender and clingin" an" lubin", wid tears in her blue eyes ebin wen he pettin" her, an" he was tall an" straight an" strong wid eyes dat laffed or flashed jes as de "casion was. I kin see him now come marchin" down Meetin" Street at de head ob his men, all raised hisself. He walk straight as an arrow wid his sword flashin" in de sunshine an" a hundred men step tromp, tromp, arter him as ef dey proud to follow. Missy Mary stood on de balc"ny lookin" wid all her vi"let eyes an"
wabin" her hank"chief. Oh, how purty she look! de roses in her cheek, her bref comin" quick, bosom risin" an" fallin", an" she a-tremblin" an" alibe all ober wid excitement an" pride an" lub. Wen he right afore de balc"ny his voice rung out like a trumpet, "Right "bout, face. "Sent arms." I dun declar dat "fore we could wink dey was all in line frontin" us wid dere guns held out. Den he s"lute her wid his sword an" she take a red rose fum her bosom an" trow it to him an" he pick it up an" put it to his lips; den it was "Right "bout! March!" an" away dey went tromp, tromp, towa"ds de Bat"ry. I kin see it all. I kin see it all. O Lawd, Lawd, dey"s all dead,"
and she rocked back and forth, wiping her eyes with her ap.r.o.n.
Mara sprang up, her streaming tears dried by the hotness of her indignation as she cried, "And I too can see him, with his little band, dashing against almost an army and then trodden in the soil he died to defend. No, no, Owen Clancy, never!"
"Ah," said a low stern voice, "that"s the true spirit. Now, Mara, you are your father"s child. Never forget; never forgive," and they saw that Mrs.
Hunter stood with them in the dim kitchen.
"Dunno "bout dat, Missus. Reckon de wah am ober, an" what we gwine ter do wid de Lawd"s prar? Dar, dar, honey, "pose you"se nerves. "Taint bes" to tink too much ob de ole times, an" I mustn"t talk to you so no mo"."
CHAPTER IX
A NEW SOLACE
On her way home Aun" Sheba shook her head more than once in perplexity and disapprobation over what she had heard. She had the freedom of speech of an old family servant who had never been harshly repressed even when a slave, and now was added the fearlessness of a free woman. Her affection for Mara was so strong that in her ignorance she shared in some of the girl"s prejudices against the North, but not in her antipathy. The thought that Clancy had waned in his regard or that he could even think of a Northern girl after having "kep" company" with Mara, had been exasperating, but now Aun" Sheba began to suspect that the estrangement was not wholly his fault. "She set agin him by his gwine Norf an" his habin" to do wid de folks dat she an" ole Missus hates. Doan see why he is mad at me "bout it. Reckon he"s mad anyhow an" can"t speak peac"ble to n.o.body. Well, I likes him a heap betteh in dat view ob de case an" he kin glower at me all he please "long as he ain"t "sertin" young Missy case she is po". Couldn"t stan" dat no how. He"s willin" an" she ain"t, an" dat wat she mean by sayin" "No, Owen Clancy, nebbeh." She won"t lis"n to him kase he doan hate de Norf like pizen. Now dat is foolishness, an" she"s sot up to it by de ole Missus. De Norf does as well as it know how. To be sure, it ain"t quality like young Missy, but it buy de cotton an" it got de po"r. Wat"s mo", it gib me a chance to wuck fer mysef. I would do as much fer young Missy as eber. I"d wuck my fingers off fer her, but I likes ter do it like white folks, kase I lub her. She orten" be so hard on young Clancy. He got his way ter make and dere"d be no good in his b.u.t.tin" his head agin a wall. Tings am as dey is, an" I"m glad dey is as dey am. Dey"s a long sight betteh fer cullud folks and white folks too, ef dey"s a min"
ter pull wid de curren" sted ob agin it. Ma.s.sa Clancy"s no fool. He know dis. He los" his pa an his prop"ty too, but he know betteh dan to go on hatin" fereber. Dey can"t spec" me to uphole dem in dis fer it agin de Scripter an" my feelin"s. Ole Missus bery "ligious. She dun fergit wat de words mean she say ebry Sunday, But den, wot de use ob callin" ole Missus to "count. She neber could see ony her side ob de question. It don make any dif"ence to her how many widers dere is in de Norf an" she hab jes dinged her "pinions inter young Missy eber sence she was bawn. I"se glad ter do fer dem long as I lib, but I"se gwine ter speak my min" too."