The bishop grew more hopeful. The holy greed for souls fell upon him.
The young man must be guarded and watched; he must be washed and clothed, as well as fed, and right here the little wife must be consulted. He went out, leaving the youth to himself, and sought his brown-eyed, sweet-faced little wisp of a woman, where she sat writing his most pressing business letters for him.
"Dearest, may I interrupt you?"
"In a minute, James; in a minute. I"ll just address these."
He dropped into a deep chair and waited, with troubled eyes regarding her. "There!" She rubbed vigorously down on the blotter. "These are all done, every blessed one, James. Now what?"
In an instant she was curled up, feet and all, like a kitten in his lap, her small brown head, its wisps of fine, straight hair straying over temples and rounded cheeks, tucked comfortably under his chin; and thus every point was carefully talked over.
With many exclamations of anxiety and doubt, and much discreet suggestion from the small adviser, it was at last settled. Frale was to be properly clothed from the missionary boxes sent every year from the North. He should stay with them for a while until a suitable place could be found for him. Above all things he must be kept out of bad company.
"Oh, dear! Poor Ca.s.sandra! After all her hopes--and she might have done so much for her people--if only--" Tears stood in the brown eyes and even ran over and dropped upon the bishop"s coat and had to be carefully wiped off, for, as he feelingly remarked,--
"I can"t go about wearing my wife"s tears in plain view, now, can I?"
And then Doctor Hoyle"s young friend--she must hear his letter. How interesting he must be! Couldn"t they have him down? And when the bishop next went up the mountain, might she accompany him? Oh, no. The trip was not too rough. It was quite possible for her. She would go to see Ca.s.sandra and the old mother. "Poor Ca.s.sandra!"
But the self-respecting old stepmother and her daughter did not allow these kind friends to trespa.s.s on any missionary supplies, for Uncle Jerry was despatched down the mountain with a bundle on the back of his saddle, which was quietly left at the bishop"s door; and Frale next appeared in a neat suit of homespun, home woven and dyed, and home-made clothing.
CHAPTER VIII
IN WHICH DAVID THRYNG MAKES A DISCOVERY
Standing on the great hanging rock before his cabin, Thryng imagined himself absolutely solitary in the centre of a wide wilderness. Even the Fall Place, where lived the Widow Farwell, although so near, was not visible from this point; but when he began exploring the region about him, now on foot and now on horseback, he discovered it to be really a country of homes.
Every mule path branching off into what seemed an inaccessible wild led to some cabin, often set in a hollow on a few acres of rich soil, watered by a never failing spring, where the forest growth had been cut away to make cultivation possible. Sometimes the little log house would be perched like a lonely eagle"s nest on a mere shelflike ledge jutting out from the mountain wall, but always below it or above it or off at one side he found the inevitable pocket of rich soil acc.u.mulated by the wash of years, where enough corn and cow-peas could be raised for cattle, and cotton and a few sheep to provide material for clothing the family, with a few fowls and pigs to provide their food.
Here they lived, those isolated people, in quiet independence and contented poverty, craving little and often having less, caring nothing for the great world outside their own environment, looking after each other in times of sickness and trouble, keeping alive the traditions of their forefathers, and clinging to the ancient family feuds and friendships from generation to generation.
David soon learned that they had among themselves their cla.s.s distinctions, certain among them holding their heads high, in the knowledge of having a self-respecting ancestry, and training their children to reckon themselves no "common trash," however much they deprecated showing the pride that was in them.
Many days pa.s.sed after Frale"s departure before David learned more of the young man"s unhappy deed. He had gone down to give the old mother some necessary care and, finding her alone, remained to talk with her.
Pleased with her quaint expressions and virile intellect, he led her on to speak of her youth; and one morning, weary of the solitude and silence, she poured out tales of Ca.s.sandra"s father, and how, after his death, she "came to marry Farwell." She told of her own mother, and the hard times that fell upon them during the bitter days of the Civil War.
The traditions of her family were dear to her, and she was well pleased to show this young doctor who had found the key to her warm, yet reserved, heart that she "wa"n"t no common trash," and her "chillen wa"n"t like the run o" chillen."
"Seems like I"m talkin" a heap too much o" we-uns," she said, at last.
"No, no. Go on. You say you had no school; how did you learn? You were reading your Bible when I came in."
"No. Thar wa"n"t no schools in my day, not nigh enough fer me to go to.
Maw, she could read, an" write, too, but aftah paw jined the ahmy, she had to work right ha"d and had nothin" to do with. Paw, he had to jine one side or t"othah. Some went with the North and some went with the South,--they didn"t keer much. The" wa"n"t no n.i.g.g.ahs up here to fight ovah. But them war cruel times when the bushwackers come searchin"
"round an" raidin" our homes. They were a bad lot--most of "em war desertahs from both ahmies. We-uns war obleeged to hide in the bresh or up the branch--anywhar we could find a place to creep into. Them were bad times fer the women an" chillen left at home.
"Maw used to save ev"y sc.r.a.p of papah she could find with printin" on hit to larn we-uns our lettahs off"n. One time come "long a right decent captain and axed maw could she get he an" his men suthin" to eat. He had nigh about a dozen sogers with him; an" maw, she done the bes" she could,--cooked corn-bread, an" chick"n an" sich. I c"n remember how he sot right on the hearth where you"re settin" now, an" tossed flapjacks fer th" hull crowd.
"He war right civil when he lef", an" said he"d like to give maw suthin", but they hadn"t nothin" but Confed"rate money, an" hit wa"n"t worth nothin" up here; an" maw said would he give her the newspapah he had. She seed the end of hit standin" out of his pocket; an" he laughed and give hit out quick, an" axed her what did she want with hit; and she "lowed she could teach me a heap o" readin" out o" that papah, an" he laughed again, an" said likely, fer that hit war worth more"n the money.
All the schoolin" I had war just that thar papah, an" that old spellin"-book you see on the shelf; I c"n remembah how maw come by that, too."
"Tell me how she came by the spelling-book, will you?"
"Hit war about that time. Paw, he nevah come home again. I cyan"t remembah much "bouts my paw. Maw used to say a heap o" times if she only had a spellin"-book like she used to larn out"n, "at she could larn we-uns right smart. Well, one day one o" the neighbors told her "at he"d seed one at Gerret"s, ovah t"othah side Lone Pine Creek, nigh about eight mile, I reckon; an" she "lowed she"d get hit. So she sont we-uns ovah to Teasley"s mill--she war that scared o" the Gorillas she didn"t like leavin" we-uns home alone--an" she walked thar an" axed could she do suthin" to earn that thar book; an" ol" Miz Gerret, she "lowed if maw"d come Monday follerin" an" wash fer her, "at she mount have hit.
Them days we-uns an" the Teasleys war right friendly. The" wa"n"t no feud "twixt we-uns an" Teasleys then--but now I reckon thar"s bound to be blood feud." She spoke very sadly and waited, leaving the tale of the spelling-book half told.
"Why must there be "blood feud" now? Why can"t you go on in the old way?"
"Hit"s Frale done hit. He an" Ferd"nan" Teasley, they set up "stillin"
ovah in Dark Cornder yandah. Hit do work a heap o" trouble, that thar. I reckon you-uns don"t have nothin" sich whar you come from?"
"We have things quite as bad. So they quarrelled, did they?"
"Yaas, they quarrelled, an" they fit."
"No doubt they had been drinking."
"Yas, I reckon."
"But just a drunken quarrel between those two ought not to affect all the rest. Couldn"t you patch it up among you, and keep the boy at home?
You must need his help on the place."
"We need him bad here, but the" is no way fer to make up an" right a blood feud. Frale done them mean. He lifted his hand an" killed his friend. Hit war Sunday evenin" he done hit. They had been havin" a singin" thar at the mill, an" preachah, he war thar too, an" all war kind an" peaceable; an" Ferd an" Frale, they sot out fer thar "still"--Ferd on foot an" Frale rid"n" his horse--the one you have now--they used to go that-a-way, rid"n" turn about--one horse with them an" one horse kep" alluz hid nigh the "still" lest the gov"nment men come on "em suddent like. Frale, he war right cute, he nevah war come up with.
""Pears like they stopped "fore they"d gone fer, disputin" "bouts somethin". Ol" Miz Teasley say she heered ther voices high an" loud, an"
then she heered a shot right quick, that-a-way, an" nothin" more; an"
she sont ol" man Teasley an" the preachah out, an" the hull houseful follered, an" thar they found Ferd lyin" shot dade--an" Frale--he an"
the horse war gone. Ferd, he still held his own gun in his hand tight, like he war goin" to shoot, with the triggah open an" his fingah on hit--but he nevah got the chance. Likely if he had, hit would have been him a-hidin" now, an" Frale dade. I reckon so."
Thryng listened in silence. It made him think of the old tales of the Scottish border. So, in plain words, the young man was a murderer. With deep pity he recalled the haunted look in Frale"s eyes, and the sadness that trembled around Ca.s.sandra"s lips as she said, "I reckon there is no trouble worse than ours." A thought struck him, and he asked:--
"Do you know what they quarrelled about?"
"He nevah let on what-all was the fuss. Likely he told Ca.s.s, but she is that still. Hit"s right hard to raise a blood feud thar when we-uns an"
the Teasleys alluz war friends. She took keer o" me when my chillen come, an" I took keer o" her with hern. Ferd"nan" too, he war like my own, fer I nursed him when she had the fever an" her milk lef" her. Ca.s.s war only three weeks old then, an" he war nigh on a year, but that little an" sickly--he like to "a" died if I hadn"t took him." She paused and wiped away a tear that trickled down the furrow of her thin cheek.
"If hit war lef" to us women fer to stir "em up, I reckon thar wouldn"t be no feuds, fer hit"s hard on we-uns when we"re friendly, an" Ferd like my own boy that-a-way."
"But perhaps--" David spoke musingly--"perhaps it was a woman who stirred up the trouble between them."
The widow looked a moment with startled glance into his face, then turned her gaze away. "I reckon not. The" is no woman far or near as I evah heern o" Frale goin" with."
Still pondering, David rose to go, but quickly resumed his seat, and turned her thoughts again to the past. He would not leave her thus sad at heart.
"Won"t you finish telling me about the spelling-book?"
"I forget how come hit, but maw didn"t leave we chillen to Teasleys"