"Yes, Martha," I said, as I knelt beside her and took the Stray in my arms, toward which he in his terror at the scene strained. "Father is a justice and he"ll make the license over there in the desk right. You must, Martha, you must! It gives you and the boy to me to care for."
"Yes, Martha," echoed Nickols" voice, out of which the strength was quickly going. "Help me wipe off as much of the slate as you can," and the wandering hand suddenly encountered the boy"s wee paddie resting on the edge of the bed and clasped it close.
And with the three of us crouched there beside him, father and Mr.
Goodloe bound them legally and in the name of G.o.d, just as the last flicker of strength flared up in Nickols" body. Immediately I rose with the child in my arms and Martha took Nickols" head on her faithful breast while the life ebbed away.
"Amen, Charlotte, amen," were his last whispered words and I understood that he was ratifying again my prayer for light to lead the way of his faltering steps.
And then came a stillness in which we all stood with bowed heads while Martha sobbed.
The death of Nickols Morris Powers was an event of national interest and telegrams and letters and representatives of the press poured into Goodloets from all parts of the country. Mr. Jeffries and the Governor stayed with us until it was all over, and when Mr. Jeffries left he pressed into father"s hand a large check of five figures.
"To help them build again, those who need it, in memory of him," he said.
The Governor and his staff spent time and effort in helping to reorganize Goodloets, but through it all it was the powerful Harpeth Jaguar on whom we all leaned. He came and went day and night, tireless, quiet, commanding, and with that great light shining from back of his eyes upon us all. And in his ministrations down in the Settlement he took Martha with him day after day. He forced her to use up all of the strength that she possessed each day so that she would drop with exhaustion at night. To me he left most of the comforting of Nell--and Harriet. Like all women of buoyant and shallow nature, Nell soon began to rebound from her tragedy and it was hard to keep Billy within decorous bounds in his comforting of her. It would have been impossible to have done it at all with the former Billy, but the quiet, steady light that shone in his honest eyes whenever he helped with Nell and the children spoke well for a reformed and perfectly satisfactory future for them all.
"Billy," I said to him one afternoon when he had taken all four of the kiddies out in his car to get wild grapes, when Harriet had counted on having wee Susan to herself for the afternoon, while Nell was interestedly busy over somber but much needed winter clothes for herself. "You have just got to make up your mind that Harriet is going to absolutely possess Sue for the future. I don"t know about any legalities but I am going to see that Harriet gets Susan."
"What you say goes, Charlotte, as it always has," he answered me, with honest adoring in his young eyes that had lost their reckless hunger.
"And if you aren"t careful you"ll lead us all into Kingdom Come in blind bridles. Be careful not to over-fill Goodloe"s fold. I don"t want to crowd you. I"ll take my turn when it comes." He was laughing as he spoke but there was a depth to the laughter that I understood.
"Thank you, Billy, for your consideration," I answered him, as I took small Sue"s hand and turned in at the Sproul gate.
Harriet sat on the steps in the fading sunlight and the small music box flung herself into the outstretched arms with a force that was alarming.
It was easy to see that Susan was most temperamental and would be a handful of anxieties in the years to come, anxieties that Harriet needed.
"Of course, she doesn"t belong to me and I"m a fool," Harriet muttered as Susan darted away to see what treasure for her lurked in the pocket of Mrs. Sproul"s beflowered silk skirt.
"I started plans to get her for you, just five minutes ago, dear," I said, as I sat down beside her. "I laid down the law to Billy on the subject."
"Charlotte," answered Harriet, as she looked with brooding into my eyes, "do you really believe that--that we will find them again and--and--_do_ you really believe?" And the question was so hungry and haunted and so like what had driven me for years that my heart ached in my breast for her, but I knew that I could only stand fast and pray that she be comforted. I couldn"t make her see.
"Yes, dear, I _know_--but I can"t make you know. Just go on--on _hungering_ like you are and you"ll be fed," I answered.
"You"ve always understood, Charlotte, and if you say that the pain will some day be eased I"ll--I"ll believe it. Yes, I"ll make a start by believing in you and there"s no telling where it will land me."
The confidence with which she raised her comforted eyes to mine made a stab of pain hit me full in the breast. Words that Gregory Goodloe had spoken to me out under the old graybeards were the weapon used. "With your hand in mine I can make this whole community see and know; separated from you--" In all humility I now understood what he meant.
And in all the weeks in which he and I had worked together Gregory Goodloe had given me not one single personal word or look. The priest had comforted and strengthened me but the man had forever shut me out of his heart. My suffering was intense, and yet, and yet I knew that in my heart there was strength to endure the want of him with all cheerfulness even to the end. At last I had found the key to my own hieroglyphics and I could be honest with myself. I knew that I loved Gregory Goodloe as it is seldom given to a woman to love a man, but I also knew that the awakening of spirit I had found was not in any way connected with my woman"s love for him, but had come to me from the years of suffering I had had while I sought it. I refused to acknowledge that a s.e.x spark had in any way set off the blaze; the fire had been laid in my soul and it would burn on without any of his tending. But even in that honest surety Nickols" mocking words "religion is suppressed s.e.x" haunted me. I knew it could not be true, so I put it all out of my mind as I left Harriet and walked down the street towards the Poplars.
I was due in the library to help father in the packing of some of his papers, for I had insisted that he go on to Washington to fulfill his appointment. Martha and the boy would be with me and if he only left me Dabney I could be safe and busy for the winter. Strange to say, Mammy"s disappointment at Dabney"s loss of a sojourn in a strange clime was greater than his own.
"I don"t believe in glorifying men by needing of them to any great measure," she declared. "With me in the house and the preacher across the fence it don"t make no difference how good looking you are, Miss Charlotte, you won"t be too much for our protection. Dabney can jest go on with the jedge."
"Of course, little miss, you don"t need me, but I sorter got rheumatics in my homesick and I begged off from Mas" Nickols," Dabney replied with the wily soothing that had made his conjugal life both pleasant and possible.
I was thinking of the argument and smiled with tenderness as I saw the old grizzled white head bent over a hoe down in the dahlias, which he was bedding. The young man from White Plains had stayed to put the garden to bed as far as possible, and had left with perfect confidence in Dabney and the likely yellow boy he had found.
And now in late October the garden was in a conflagration of blossoming glory. The borders of the walks blazed with the red and blue and gold and purple of chrysanthemums and asters and zinnias and dahlias, while long tendrils of russet autumn vines trailed in and over and around the flowers and shrubs and hedges. The tang of ripening and falling seed was mixed in all the perfume, and gorgeous leaves were beginning to rustle on the green gra.s.s. It was Nickols" first harvest of beauty, and somehow I felt that there was no need to regret that his eyes were not mortally there to gather the fruits.
I went from the front porch up to my room to take off my hat and see if Martha had come from a day with Mother Spurlock down in the Settlement.
I found instead of Martha or the boy or Mother Elsie, Jessie Litton seated at my desk and looking out the window across to Paradise Ridge.
"I came up to wait, Charlotte, because--because I"m in deep water and need a hand out. You have always helped and somehow I feel that you have so much more to give me now than you ever had. Clifton Gray told me last night that he loved me and is going to break his engagement with Let.i.tia c.o.c.krell. He had heard Let.i.tia and Nell talk over Nell"s mourning trousseau for the winter and he was disgusted--that, and--and I think it has been coming some time. He is with Mr. Goodloe a lot lately in getting things about the town started to going again and he is--is thinking. I don"t know how to help him think; it"s a thing I"ve never done. I am at sea myself but I know that he must not throw Let.i.tia over.
Will you talk to him?"
"I couldn"t help him if--if Mr. Goodloe can"t," I faltered, simply sick with distress.
"Cliff said not a week ago that your eyes made him feel like a light he saw ahead on a wooded island after he had drifted without a paddle two days in a canoe one time in Canada. You"ll have to talk to him. Give him a little life kernel; I"ve only got sh.e.l.ls for myself. I"m going down to Florida suddenly next week and when I come back I--I, well, I"ll either go into the movies or study with Mother Spurlock to get a deaconess"
cap." As she spoke I saw that the fight was on in Jessie"s soul, and it would be to a finish.
"G.o.d bless and keep you, dear," I held her back long enough to say as she picked up her sweater and left me. Hampton Dibrell has been constantly with Bessie Thornton since Ted Montgomery"s death, and I knew that Jessie"s time of trial had come, for her love for him had grown through her denial because of the taint of her mad mother. And somehow I felt sure of the outcome, that she would find strength to let him go. I didn"t know why I felt so sure; but I did, and I went down to the library with a great peace in my heart that I knew later would be in hers.
And I made my entry into father"s den in the midst of a scene of great moment. I paused and listened with profound respect. Tradition was on trial and the result I felt would be momentous. Father sat in his huge chair before a small crackling fire in the wide chimney, and Martha"s boy stood before him with a large, profusely ill.u.s.trated volume of Hans Christian Andersen clasped pa.s.sionately to his little breast. He had the floor.
"And Charlotte said they is no fairies anywhere and I say they is," he declaimed, while father listened attentively. Suddenly I saw what I had never seen before, that father"s white hair rose in a crest on one side and descended in a cascade on the other at exactly the same angle as the black locks of the young arguer before him, and as they calmly regarded each other I thought I had never seen such a likeness in personality as well as form of feature. Love flooded all over me and I wanted to hug them both but was restrained to silence by the gravity of the situation.
"And why did you argue that there are fairies?" father interrogated calmly and judicially.
"Charlotte said they ain"t here "cause she and me had never saw one, and I said, "How could a book and pictures be about nothing at all?" I showed her this book that Lady gaved me and she said, "Maybe, but ask Minister." I said, no, I"d ask you "cause you are older and mighter saw one onct. Did you?"
"Well, sir, you argued from a positive, about ten pounds of positive, I should judge from the size of that volume, while Charlotte certainly argued from a negative viewpoint," said father, and his eyes twinkled as he gave me an almost imperceptible wink. By his answer he also avoided answering the question of faith put to him.
"Did you see one?" came back the question in a tone that demanded an answer.
"Here comes Minister now and you can ask him," father said in all cravenness as Mr. Goodloe came in the door behind me and came and stood at my side. He had a huge yellow plume of goldenrod which he handed me without looking at me directly. I buried my nose in its crispness and watched to see him meet the issue.
The boy put the question carefully just as he had put it to father, but there was a quaver in his voice as he ended with his plea.
"Is they no fairies, "cause you can"t see "em?"
"Do you feel them in your heart?" was the counter question that came gravely from the lips of the Reverend Mr. Goodloe.
"Yes, here," answered the pleader as he laid his hand carefully on the pit of his stomach, which is nearer the seat of heartache than many a perturbed older person has come.
"Then for you there are fairies, right there in your heart, even if Charlotte has lost them out of hers," was the answer, with a theology that staggered me and set father smiling back into his youth.
"I"ll go tell her and maybe give her some of mine," exclaimed the boy as he ran from the room.
CHAPTER XX
THE COVERT OF WINGS
"Oh, the faith of youth, the faith that reaches out to give itself,"