"Don"t put it that way," I spoke up, "for perhaps you are not yet acquainted with the causes that led to it."
"No cause, sir, should lead to murder."
"I agree with you there, but many a man has been compelled to kill in order to save his own life."
He sneered at me. "But has many a man been compelled to stand for hours in a public road, and in order to save his own life shoot down an innocent person? I always held that Alf Jucklin was a dangerous and a desperate man, and everybody knows that he comes of that breed. I never did like him; and he took a dislike to me without cause. Stood near a church in a crowd of men one day when I seemed to be under discussion and declared that a man to be a doctor ought to be smart and to be smart a man must say something to prove the thought within him; and then he asked if any one had ever heard me say anything worth remembering."
I felt that he wanted to quarrel with me, and I was in the humor to gratify him. "And did anyone ever hear you say a thing worth remembering?" I asked.
"Sir!" he snarled.
"You heard what I said. And I take a degree of cool pleasure in telling you before we go further that you can"t ride a high horse over me."
"A pedagogue"s pedantry," he muttered.
"A man"s truth," I replied. "And by the way," I added, "you appear to be well horsed. Suppose you ride on ahead."
"Does this road belong to you, sir?" he demanded, turning a severe brow upon me.
"A part of it does, and I am going to ride over that part without annoyance. Do you understand?"
"Sir, I can understand impudence even if I can"t say a thing worth remembering. But rather than have words with you I will ride on, not to accommodate you, but to preserve my own dignity and self-respect."
"Good!" I mockingly cried, "and if you continue to improve in expression I shall after a while be forced to believe that Alf"s estimate of you was placed too low."
"I thank you, sir, for giving me the opportunity to say that a jury"s estimate will hereafter most influence your friend, and that he will be placed high enough."
"You continue to improve, Doctor, and I believe that your last remark is worth remembering. At least, I shall remember it, and when this trouble is over, no matter what the result may be, I will hold you to account for it. And to prove that I am in earnest I"ll lend you the weight of this." And with that I cut at his face with a switch. His horse shied and the apple tree sprout whistled in the air. He said something about hoping to meet me again and rode off at a brisk canter. I knew that I had acted unwisely, felt it even while the impulse was rising fresh and strong within me, but I was in no humor to bear with him. I rode along more slowly than I was disposed, to let him pa.s.s out of my sight, for every time I looked up and saw him I felt a new anger. And I was relieved when a turn in the road placed him beyond my view. I heard a galloping behind, and, looking round, I saw the old General coming with a cavalryman"s recklessness. He dashed up and did not draw rein until he was almost upon me.
"Whoa! I have been trying to overtake you, Hawes. What did I tell you?
Didn"t I say that the country was gone? I"ll swear I don"t know what we are coming to when a man is shot down in the road like that."
"General, did you overtake me to ride to town with me?"
"I did; yes, sir."
"Then you mustn"t talk that way."
"I beg your pardon, sir. Perhaps I should not have expressed myself in that manner. Let us ride along and discuss it quietly. Tell me what you know."
"It were better, General----"
"Never mind about your grammar and your bookish phrasing. Tell me what led up to it."
"Must I tell you that your daughter is----"
"By G----, sir, what do you mean?"
"You needn"t turn on me, sir."
"Surely not. Pardon me. What about it?"
"I don"t know that I ought to tell you--a man of more judgment wouldn"t--but I suppose I must now that I have gone so far. Alf is in love with your daughter, and on that account Stuart insulted him, abused him at the point of a pistol."
Then I told him all that I could, all but the fact that Stuart had spoken slightingly of the girl, for I knew that this would only enrage him and, indeed, set him harder against Alf, as he would doubtless believe that my friend had simply forged a mean excuse. For some distance after I had told him the story, he rode along in silence, troubled of countenance and with his head hanging low. But just before we came into the town he looked up and said: "Poor fool, I can"t help him."
"But you can see that justice is done."
"Mr. Hawes, in this instance we may take different views of justice.
Pardon me, but your friendship--and, indeed, I can but honor you for it--your friendship may cry out against justice."
"I admit, General, that my friendship is strong, although I have known the young man but a short time, yet I think that I respect justice."
"We all think so until justice pinches us," he replied, placing himself in firm opposition to me, yet doing it kindly. "I am more concerned in this, Mr. Hawes, than you can well conceive. I can say this, but I cannot follow it up with an explanation. But the fact that he stood waiting there in the road is what will tell most against him. Had he met him at another time, under almost any other conditions, it would have been different, would have taken away the aspect of calculated murder.
Yes, I am deeply concerned and on two accounts. But I cannot mention them. Dan Stuart was near to me; I had known him all his life and he was a young man of promise, was popular throughout the community--more popular than Alf, and this will have its effect."
"But wasn"t he more popular because he had more money?" I asked, and the old General gave me a look of reproof.
"Money does not make so much difference in the South, sir. You have been filling your head with Northern books. It is refinement, sir, real worth that weighs in the South."
"I hope not to antagonize you, General, but I am of the South and I have cause to hold an opposite opinion. Have I not seen the most vulgar of men held in high favor because they were rich? The mere existence of a state line does not change human nature. Man is not changed even by the lines drawn about empires."
"I admit, sir, that the South has undergone a change, but in my day a man was measured according to his real worth, not in gold, but in honorable qualities."
"It is but natural to look back with the prejudiced eye of affection, General, and it is respectful that I should not argue with you. I turn here to the livery-stable. Good-morning."
"I honor you for your consideration, sir," he replied, bowing. "Let us hope for the best, but I must stand by justice."
When I had put up my horse I went directly to the jail. A crowd hung about the doors, eager to see the prisoner. When I told the jailer who I was he admitted me without a word. Alf sprang from a bench, seeing me enter the corridor, and came forward to the bars of his cell.
"Not much room for shaking hands here, Bill," he said, smiling sadly.
"It is already an age since I left home. How are you, old man? Tell me how they took it. No, don"t. I know. Well, I gave myself up and the sheriff wouldn"t believe me at first, but he got it through his head after a while. He was very kind and when he had locked me in here he went to see whether I could be let out on bail, but I understand that I can"t. It"s all right; I might as well be in here. Bill, I have tried to feel sorry for killing him, but I can"t. I reckon I must be about as mean as they make them. And it will all come out pretty soon, for court is still in session and all they"ve got to do is to rig up their jury after the inquest and go ahead. I"m going to make the best of it. The worst feature is the disgrace and suffering at home, and, of course, that almost tears my heart out when I let it. But to tell you the truth, I"d rather be hanged than to be on the grid-iron all the time. Who"s that?"
Etheredge came into the corridor. He leered at Alf and Alf sneered at him. "I suppose you found the dog that I told you was lying in the road--the dog that tried to bite me," said Alf, with a cold smile.
"Jucklin, I didn"t come in here to be insulted."
"All right, there"s the door. Say, there, jailer, you have just let in a gray rat and I wish you"d come and drive him out."
I turned to Etheredge and pointed to the door. "I must respect your wish," he said, speaking to me. "I"ve an engagement with you--you are to be my guest," and without another word he strode away.
I remained with Alf as long as the jailer thought it prudent to let me stay, and then I went about the town to gather its sentiment. And I was grieved to find that every one declared it to be cold-blooded murder. My heart was heavy as I rode toward home, for the old people were looking to me for encouragement. Guinea met me at the gate. She tried to smile, but failed.
"Don"t try to look pleased at seeing me," I said. "It is too much of an effort." And if she could not smile she could give me a look of grat.i.tude. She went with me to the stable, saying not a word; and when I had turned the horse loose she followed me to the sitting-room. At the door I faltered, but Mrs. Jucklin"s voice bade me enter. She was sitting in a rocking-chair, with the Bible in her lap, and placing her hand upon the book, she thus spoke to me: "Don"t hesitate to talk, for His rod and His staff shall comfort me."
I had not noticed the old man, so bent were my eyes upon his wife, but now he arose into view, and, coming to me, he whispered: "From the stock that stood at the stake."
I told them all I knew, which was not much; and then knelt down and prayed with them.