Homeward they went through the dewy fields.
"I wish I could have seen the Major before he died. If he could only have known how I suffered at causing him so much sorrow. And if you could have known."
"He did know and so did I-later. All that is over now."
They had reached the stone wall and Chad picked up the flag again.
"This is the only time I have ever carried this flag, unless I-unless it had been captured."
"You had captured it, Chad."
"There?" Chad pointed to the stile and Margaret nodded.
"There-here everywhere."
Seated on the porch, Mrs. Dean and Harry and Dan saw them coming across the field and Mrs. Dean sighed.
"Father would not say a word against it, mother," said the elder boy, "if he were here."
"No," said Dan, "not a word."
"Listen, mother," said Harry, and he told the two about Chad"s ride for Dan from Frankfort to Lexington. "He asked me not to tell. He did not wish Margaret to know. And listen again, mother. In a skirmish one day we were fighting hand to hand. I saw one man with his pistol levelled at me and another with his sabre lifted on Chad. He saw them both. My pistol was empty, and do you know what he did? He shot the man who was about to shoot me instead of his own a.s.sailant. That is how he got that scar. I did tell Margaret that."
"Yes, you must go down in the mountain first," Margaret was saying, "and see if there is anything you can do for the people who were so good to you-and to see Melissa. I am worried about her."
"And then I must come back to you?"
"Yes, you must come back to see me once more if you can. And then some day you will come again and buy back the Major"s farm"-she stopped, blushing. "I think that was his wish Chad, that you and I-but I would never let him say it."
"And if that should take too long?"
"I will come to you, Chad," said Margaret.
Old Mammy came out on the porch as they were climbing the stile.
"Ole Miss," she said, indignantly, "my Tom say that he can"t get nary a triflin" n.i.g.g.e.r to come out hyeh to wuk, an" ef that cawnfiel" ain"t ploughed mighty soon, it"s gwine to bu"n up."
"How many horses are there on the place, Mammy?" asked Dan.
"Hosses!" sniffed the old woman. "They ain"t NARY a hoss-nothin" but two ole broken-down mules."
"Well, I"ll take one and start a plough myself," said Harry.
"And I"ll take the other," said Dan.
Mammy groaned.
And still the wonder of that night to Chad and Margaret!
"It was General Hunt who taught me to understand-and forgive. Do you know what he said? That every man, on both sides, was right-who did his duty."
"G.o.d bless him," said Chad.
CHAPTER 31.
THE WESTWARD WAY
Mother Turner was sitting in the porch with old Jack at her feet when Chad and Dixie came to the gate-her bonnet off, her eyes turned toward the West. The stillness of death lay over the place, and over the strong old face some preternatural sorrow. She did not rise when she saw Chad, she did not speak when he spoke. She turned merely and looked at him with a look of helpless suffering. She knew the question that was on his lips, for she dumbly motioned toward the door and then put her trembling hands on the railing of the porch and bent her face down on them. With sickening fear, Chad stepped on the threshold-cap in hand-and old Jack followed, whimpering. As his eyes grew accustomed to the dark interior, he could see a sheeted form on a bed in the corner and, on the pillow, a white face.
"Melissa!" he called, brokenly. A groan from the porch answered him, and, as Chad dropped to his knees, the old woman sobbed aloud.
In low tones, as though in fear they might disturb the dead girl"s sleep, the two talked on the porch. Brokenly, the old woman told Chad how the girl had sickened and suffered with never a word of complaint. How, all through the war, she had fought his battles so fiercely that no one dared attack him in her hearing. How, sick as she was, she had gone, that night, to save his life. How she had nearly died from the result of cold and exposure and was never the same afterward. How she worked in the house and in the garden to keep their bodies and souls together, after the old hunter was shot down and her boys were gone to the war. How she had learned the story of Chad"s mother from old Nathan Cherry"s daughter and how, when the old woman forbade her going to the Bluegra.s.s, she had slipped away and gone afoot to clear his name. And then the old woman led Chad to where once had grown the rose-bush he had brought Melissa from the Bluegra.s.s, and pointed silently to a box that seemed to have been pressed a few inches into the soft earth, and when Chad lifted it, he saw under it the imprint of a human foot-his own, made that morning when he held out a rose-leaf to her and she had struck it from his hand and turned him, as an enemy, from her door.
Chad silently went inside and threw open the window to let the last sunlight in: and he sat there, with his face as changeless as the still face on the pillow, sat there until the sun went down and the darkness came in and closed softly about her. She had died, the old woman said, with his name on her lips.
Dolph and Rube had come back and they would take good care of the old mother until the end of her days. But, Jack-what should be done with Jack? The old dog could follow him no longer. He could live hardly more than another year, and the old mother wanted him-to remind her, she said, of Chad and of Melissa, who had loved him. He patted his faithful old friend tenderly and, when he mounted Dixie, late the next afternoon, Jack started to follow him.
"No, Jack," said Chad, and he rode on, with his eyes blurred. On the top of the steep mountain he dismounted, to let his horse rest a moment, and sat on a log, looking toward the sun. He could not go back to Margaret and happiness-not now. It seemed hardly fair to the dead girl down in the valley. He would send Margaret word, and she would understand.
Once again he was starting his life over afresh, with his old capital, a strong body and a stout heart. In his breast still burned the spirit that had led his race to the land, had wrenched it from savage and from king, had made it the high temple of Liberty for the worship of freemen-the Kingdom Come for the oppressed of the earth-and, himself the unconscious Shepherd of that Spirit, he was going to help carry its ideals across a continent Westward to another sea and on-who knows-to the gates of the rising sun. An eagle swept over his head, as he rose, and the soft patter of feet sounded behind him. It was Jack trotting after him. He stooped and took the old dog in his arms.
"Go back home, Jack!" he said.
Without a whimper, old Jack slowly wheeled, but he stopped and turned again and sat on his haunches-looking back.
"Go home, Jack!" Again the old dog trotted down the path and once more he turned.
"Home, Jack!" said Chad.
The eagle was a dim, black speck in the band of yellow that lay over the rim of the sinking sun, and after its flight, horse and rider took the westward way.