After dinner we were shown into the library, wherein were many law books, and the General, catching the longing glance that I shot at them, turned with bewitching patronage, bowed and said:
"You have expressed your determination to become acquainted with the law and to practice the wiles of its logic; and so, if you can make no better arrangements, I pray, sir, that you make this room your office."
Alf"s eyes bulged out at this, doubtless looking upon me as the most fortunate man alive, and in my country bluntness I blurted: "You are the kindest man I ever saw."
In this room we talked for two hours or more, and the afternoon--or the evening, as we say in the South--was well p.r.o.nounced when I declared that it was time for us to go. Alf looked up surprised, and in a voice sad with appeal, he asked if it were very late. I could have given him the exact time, but was afraid to take out my grandfather"s watch--afraid that the General and his daughter might think that I was seeking to make a display, so I simply said: "Yes, time that we were going."
"Don"t be in a hurry, gentlemen," the General protested; "don"t let a trivial matter rob us of your society."
Alf pulled back, but I insisted, and so we took our leave. The old gentleman came out upon the porch with us. "Henry!" he yelled, turning about, "who the devil left that gate open? Go and shut it, you lazy scoundrel. Those infamous new-comers over on the creek take my place for a public highway. And I hope to be hung up by the heels if I don"t fill the last one of them full of shot."
"I"ll never forget you," Alf remarked as we walked along, down through the meadow. "You have stood by me, and you bet your life I don"t forget such things. Of course, I have known the old man ever since I can remember, but he never treated me so well before. And when the time comes, if I can get him in that dining-room I don"t believe he"ll refuse me. It"s a blamed big pity that I can"t talk as you can, but you just stick to me and I will talk all right after a while."
"Oh, I"ll stick to you," I replied, "but I didn"t notice that I talked in a way to amount to anything. I felt as stupid as an a.s.s looks. What did the girl say? You were talking to her very earnestly over by the window."
"To save my life, I can"t recall anything she said, Bill, but I know that every word she spoke was dripped honey. I"d almost give my life to take her in my arms and hug her just once. Ever feel that way about a girl?"
I was beginning to feel just exactly that way, but I told him no, whereupon he said: "But you may one of these days, and whenever you do, you call on me to help you, and I"ll do it, I don"t care who the girl is or how high up she may stand. Many a night I have lain in bed and wished that Millie might be going along the road by herself and that about three men would come up and say something out of the way to her, just so I could spring out and wipe the face of the earth with them. I"m not as big as you are, but for her I"ll bet I can whip any three men you ever saw. By the way, don"t even speak Millie"s name at home. The folks don"t know that I"m in love with her. There"s one thing that stands in my favor."
"What is it?" I asked. He looked up at me, but was silent, and becoming interested by his manner I was about to repeat the question, when he said: "I"m not at liberty to speak of it yet. You"ve noticed that Guinea has more education than I have. Well, her education has something to do with the point that"s in my favor, but I"ve said too much already and we"d better drop the subject."
I was burning to know more, for I recalled the change of manner that had come over Mr. Jucklin at the time he spoke of having sent his daughter away to school, and I was turning this over and over in my mind, when Alf said: "A young fellow named Dan Stuart often goes to see Millie, and I don"t know how much she thinks of him, but some of his people are high flyers, and that may have an influence in his favor. Doc Etheredge, out here, is his cousin, and old man Etheredge owned nearly a hundred and fifty negroes at one time. But when that girl stands up at the altar to marry some one else, they will find me there putting in my protest."
When we reached home I found Guinea sitting under a tree, reading, and I had joined her when the old man called me. Looking about I saw him standing at the end of the house, beckoning to me. "I want to see you a minute," he said, as I approached him. I wondered whether he was again going to show me his chickens, and it was a relief when he conducted me in an opposite direction. He looked back to see if we were far enough away, and then, coming closer to me, he said: "This is the way I came to do it."
"Do what?" I asked, not over pleased that he should have called upon me to leave the girl.
"Wallow him, the old General. He claimed that my hogs had been gettin"
into his field, and I told him that I didn"t feel disposed to keep my hogs up when everybody else"s were runnin" at large, and then he called me a scoundrel and we clinched. I took him so quick that he wasn"t prepared for me, and I give a sort of a hem stich and down he went, right in the middle of the road. And there I was right on top of him. He didn"t say a word, while I was wallowin" him, but when I let him up, he looked all round and then said: "Lim Jucklin, if I thought anybody was lookin" I"d kill you right here. You are the first man that ever wallowed a Lundsford and lived, and the novelty of the thing sorter appeals to me. You know that I"m not afraid of the devil, and keep your mouth shut about this affair, and we"ll let it drap." And he meant just what he said, and I did keep my mouth shut, not because I was afraid of his hurtin" me, but because I was sorry to humiliate him. Ever hear of John Mortimer Lacey? Well, shortly after that him and Lundsford fit a duel and Lacey went to New Orleans and died there. So, don"t say anything about it."
"About what? Lacey"s going to New Orleans and dying there?"
"No, cadfound it all, about my wallerin" the General."
"I won"t," I answered, and then I thought to touch upon a question that had taken a fast hold upon me. "By the way, you spoke of having sent your daughter to school at Raleigh----"
"The devil I did! Well, what"s that got to do with you or with anyone else, for that matter? I"ll be--you must excuse me, sir," he quickly added, bowing. "I"m not right bright in my mind at times. Pecked right at my eye, and if I hadn"t dodged I"d be one-eyed this minute--yes, I would, as sure as you are born. But here, let us drop that wallowin"
business and that other affair with it, and not mention it again. Don"t know why I done it in the first place, but I reckon it was because I"m not right bright in my mind at times. You"ll excuse my snap and snarl, won"t you? Go on back there, now, and talk about your books."
"I am the one to ask pardon, Mr. Jucklin. I ought to have had better sense than to touch upon something that didn"t concern me. I guess there must be a good deal of the brute in me, and it seems to me that I spend nearly half my time regretting what I did the other half."
"Why, Lord love your soul, man, you haven"t done nothin". But you draw me close to you when you talk of regrettin" things. I have spent nearly all my life in putty much that fix. After you"ve lived in this neighborhood a while you"ll hear that old Lim has been in many a fight, but you"ll never hear that anybody has ever whupped him. You may hear, though, that he has rid twenty mile of a cold night to beg the pardon of a man that he had thrashed. We"ll shake hands right here, and if you say the word we"ll go right now and make them chickens fight. No, it"s Sunday. Kiver to kiver, you understand. Go on back there, now."
With Guinea I sat and saw the sun go down behind a yellow gullied hill.
From afar up and down the valley came the lonesome "pig-oo-ee!" of the farmers, calling their hogs for the evening"s feed. We heard the flutter of the chickens, flying to roost, and the night hawk heard them, too, for his eager, hungry scream pierced the still air. On a smooth old rock at the verge of the ravine the girl"s brother stood, arms folded, looking out over the darkening low land, and from within the house, where Mrs. Jucklin sat alone, there came a sad melody: "Come, thou fount of every blessing."
The girl"s eyes were upward turned. "Every evening comes with a new mystery," she said. "We think we know what to expect, but when the evening comes it is different from what it was yesterday."
"And it is thus that we are enabled to live without growing tired of the world and of ourselves," I replied. "And I wish that I had come like the evening--with a mystery," I added.
I heard her musical cluck and even in the dusk I could see the light of her smile. "But why should you want to come with a mystery?" she asked.
"To inspire those about me with an interest regarding me. Even the stray dog is more interesting than the dog that is vouched for by the appearance of his master. I never saw a pack-peddler that I did not long to know something of his life, his emotions, the causes that sent him adrift, but I can"t find this interest in a man whom I understand."
She laughed again. "But haven"t you some little mystery connected with your life?" she asked.
"None. I have read myself into a position a few degrees above the clod-hopper, but that"s all. If there were a war, I would be a soldier, but as there is no war, I am going to be a lawyer."
"It would be nice, I should think, to stand up and make speeches," she said. "But wouldn"t you rather be a doctor?"
I don"t know why I said it, but I replied that I hated doctors, and she did not laugh at this, but was silent. I waited for her to say something, but she uttered not a word. It was now dark, and I could just discern Alf"s figure, standing on the rock. The song in the house was hushed.
"I don"t really mean that I hate doctors," I said, seeking to right myself, if, indeed, I had made a mistake; and she simply replied: "Oh."
"I mean that I should not like to practice medicine," I added, and again she said: "Oh." A lamp had been lighted in the sitting-room, and thither we went, to join Old Lim and his wife, who were warm in the discussion of a religious question. The Book said that whatever a man"s hands found to do he must do, and, therefore, he held that it was right to do almost anything on Sunday.
"Even unto the fighting of chickens?" his wife asked.
"Oh, I knowed what you was a-gittin" at. Knowed it while you was a-beatin" the bush all round. When a woman begins to beat the bush, it"s time to look out, Mr. Hawes. I came in here just now, and I knowed in a minute that wife, there, was goin" to accuse me of havin" a round with Sam and Bob, but I pledge you my word that I didn"t. Just went in and exchanged a few words with "em. Man"s got a right to talk to his friends, I reckon; but if he ain"t, w"y, it"s time to shut up shop."
Alf came in and, with Guinea, sang an old song, and their father sat there with the tears shining in his eyes. He leaned over, and I heard him whisper to his wife: "Did have just a mild bit of a round, Susan, and I hope that you and the Lord will forgive me for it. If you do I know the Lord will. I"m an old liar, Susan."
"No, you are not, Lemuel," she answered, in a low voice. "You are the best man in the world, and everybody loves you."
I saw him squeeze her wrinkled hand.
I could not sleep, but in a strange disturbance tossed about. Alf was talking in a dream. I got up and sat for a time at the window, looking out toward the gullied hill that had turned out the light of the sun. On the morrow my work was to begin. And what was to be the result? Was it intended that I should reach the bar and win renown, or had I been listed for the life of a pedagogue? Was my love for the girl so new that it dazzled me? No, it was now a pa.s.sion, wounded and sore. But why? By that little word, "Oh." I put on my clothes, tip-toed down stairs and walked about the yard. The moon was full, low above the scrub oaks. A streak of shimmering light ran down toward the spring, and over it I slowly strode. I heard the water gurgling from under the moss-covered spring-house, and I saw the leaf-shadow patch-work moving to and fro over the smooth slabs of stone. Long I stood there, looking at the pictures, listening to the music; and turning back toward the house, I had gone some distance when I chanced to look up, and then, thrilled, I slowly sank upon my knees. At one of the large windows, in the northeast end of the house, stood Guinea, in a loose, white robe, the light of the full moon falling upon her. Behind her head her hands were clasped, and she stood there like a marble cross. Her face was upward turned, and the low yellow moon was bronzing her brown hair--a glorified marble cross, with a crown of gold, I thought, as I bowed in my worship. My forehead touched the path, and when I lifted my head--the cross was gone.
CHAPTER VI.
We ate breakfast early the next morning, while the game c.o.c.ks were yet crowing in their coop. When I went down I heard the jingling of trace chains, and I knew that the old man was making ready to plow the young corn. I had insisted upon walking to the school-house, telling Alf that all I wanted was to know the direction, but he declared that it was no more than just that I should be driven over the first morning of the session. So, together we went on the buck-board. Guinea had laughingly told me not to be afraid of the creek, that the large boys were at home, plowing, and as we were skirting the gullied hill I glanced back and saw her standing in the yard, looking after us. The road lay mostly through the woods, with many a turn and dip down among thick bushes to cross a crooked stream. Sometimes we came upon small clearings, where tired-looking men were grubbing new-land for tobacco, and I remember that a half-grown boy, with a sullen look, threw a chunk at us and viciously shouted that if we would stop a minute he would whip both of us. I imagined that he was kept from school by the imperious demand of the tobacco patch, and I sympathized with him in his wrath against mankind. A little further along we came within sight of an old log house, and then the laughter of children reached our ears. We had arrived at the place where my work was to begin. Alf put me down, and, saying that he must get back home, drove away; and a hush fell upon the children as I turned toward the house. Inside I found a cow-bell, and when I had rung the youngsters to their duties, I made them a short speech, telling them that I was sure we should become close friends. I had some difficulty in arranging them into cla.s.ses, for it appeared that each child had brought an individual book. But I was glad to see that old McGuffy"s readers prevailed, for in many parts of the South they had been supplanted by books of flimsy text, and now to see them cropping up gave me great pleasure. There they were, with the same old lessons that had fired me with ambition, the words of Shakspeare and the speeches of great Americans.
By evening my work was well laid out, and as I took my way homeward, with Guinea in my mind, there was a strong surge within my breast, the leaping of a determination to win her.
As I neared home, coming round by the spring, I saw the girl running down the path, the picture of a young deer, and how that picture did remain with me, and how on an occasion held by the future, it was to be vivified.
"Oh, you have got back safe and dry," she cried, halting upon seeing me.
"Why, I thought you would come back dripping. No, I didn"t," she quickly added. "Don"t you know I told you that all the large boys were at work?
Wait until I get the jar of b.u.t.ter and I"ll go to the house with you."
"Let me get it for you," I replied, turning back with her.
"You can"t get it," she said, laughing; "you"ll fall into the spring.
But, then, you might hold it as a remembrance to temper the severity of the ducking yet to come."
"Miss Guinea," I made bold to say, standing at the door of the spring-house, "do you know that you talk with exceeding readiness?"