"Now, Tom," said Betty, with a bustling little air of excitement as she rose from the breakfast table that first morning at Belle Plain, "I am ready if you are. I want you to show me everything!"
"I reckon you"ll notice some changes," remarked Tom.
He went from the room and down the hall a step or two in advance of her.
On the wide porch Betty paused, breathing deep. The house stood on an eminence; directly before it at the bottom of the slight descent was a small bayou, beyond this the forest stretched away in one unbroken ma.s.s to the Mississippi. Here and there, gleaming in the brilliant morning light, some great bend of the river was visible through the trees, while the Arkansas coast, blue and distant, piled up against the far horizon.
"What is it you want to see, anyhow, Betty?" Tom demanded, turning on her.
"Everything--the place, Tom--Belle Plain! Oh, isn"t it beautiful! I had no idea how lovely it was!" cried Betty, as with her eyes still fixed on the distant panorama of woods and water she went down the steps, Tom at her heels--he bet she"d get sick of it all soon enough, that was one comfort!
"Why, Tom! Why does the lawn look like this?"
"Like what?" inquired Tom.
"Why, this--all weeds and briers, and the paths overgrown?" and as Betty surveyed the unkempt waste that had once been a lawn, a little frown fixed itself on her smooth brow.
Mr. Ware rubbed his chin reflectively with the back of his hand.
"That sort of thing looked all right, Bet," he said, "but it kept five or six of the best hands out of the fields right at the busiest time of the year."
"Haven"t I slaves enough?" she asked.
The dull color crept into Ware"s cheeks. He hated her for that "I!" So she was going to come that on him, was she? And he"d worked himself like a horse to bring in more land. Why, he"d doubled the acreage in cotton and corn in the last four years! He smothered his sense of hurt and indignation.
"Don"t you want to see the crops, Bet? Let me order a team and show you about, you couldn"t walk over the place in a week!" he urged.
The girl shook her head and moved swiftly down the path that led from terrace to terrace to the margin of the bayou. At the first terrace she paused. All below was a wilderness of tangled vines and brush. She faced Tom rather piteously. What had been lost was more than he could possibly understand. Her father had planned these grounds which he was allowing a riotous second growth to swallow up.
"It"s positively squalid!" cried Betty, with a little stamp of her foot.
Ware glanced about with dull eyes. The air of neglect and decay which was everywhere visible, and which was such a shock to Betty, had not been reached in a season, he was really convinced that the place looked pretty much as it had always looked.
"I"ll tell you, Betty, I"m busy this morning; you poke about and see what you want done and we"ll do it," he said, and made a hasty retreat to his office, a little brick building at the other side of the house.
Betty returned to the porch and seating herself on the top step with her elbows on her knees and her chin sunk in the palms of her hands, gazed about her miserably enough. She was still seated there when half an hour later Charley Norton galloped up the drive from the highroad. Catching sight of her on the porch he sprang from the saddle, and, throwing his reins to a black boy, hurried to her side.
"Inspecting your domain, Betty?" he asked, as he took his place near her on the step.
"Why didn"t you tell me, Charley--or at least prepare me for this?" she asked, almost tearfully.
"How was I to know, Betty? I haven"t been here since you went away, dear--what was there to bring me? Old Tom would make a cow pasture out of the Garden of Eden, wouldn"t he--a beautiful, practical, sordid soul he is!"
"What am I going to do, Charley?"
"Keep after him until you get what you want, it"s the only way to manage Tom that I know of."
"It"s horrid to have to a.s.sert one"s self!"
"You"ll have to with Tom--you must, Betty--he won"t understand anything else." Then he added: "Let"s look around and see what"s needed, a season or two of care will remedy the most of this neglect. Just make Tom put a lot of hands in here with brush-hooks and axes and soon you"ll not know the place!"
Norton spent the day at Belle Plain; and though he was there on his good behavior as the result of an agreement they had reached on board The Naiad, he proposed twice.
"My intentions are all right, Betty," he a.s.sured her in extenuation.
"But I"ve the worst memory imaginable. Oh, yes, the lower terrace is badly gullied, but it"s no great matter, it can be fixed with a little work."
It was soon plain to Betty that Tom"s ideals, if he possessed any, had not led him in the direction of what he termed display. His social impulse had suffered atrophy. The house was utterly disorganized; there was a dearth of suitable servants. Those she had known were gone--sold, she learned. Tom explained that there had been no need for them since he had lived pretty much in his office, what had been the use in keeping darkies standing about doing nothing? He had got rid of those show n.i.g.g.e.rs and put their price in husky field hands, who could be made to do a day"s work and not feel they were abused.
But Tom was mistaken in his supposition that Betty would soon tire of Belle Plain. She demanded men, and teams, and began on the lawns. This interested and fascinated her. She was out at sun-up to direct her laborers. She had the advantage of Charley Norton"s presence and advice for the greater part of each day in the week, and Sundays he came to look over what had been accomplished, and, as Tom firmly believed, to put that little fool up to fresh nonsense. He could have booted him!
As the grounds took shape before her delighted eyes, Betty found leisure to inst.i.tute a thorough reformation indoors. A number of house servants were rescued from the quarters and she began to instruct them in their new duties.
Tom was sick at heart. The little fool would cripple the place. It gave him acute nausea to see the gangs at work about the lawns; it made him sicker to pa.s.s through the house. There were five or six women in the kitchen now--he was d.a.m.ned if he could see what they found to do--there was a butler and a page. Betty had levied on the stables for one of the best teams to draw the family carriage, which had not been in use since her mother"s death; there was a coachman for that, and another little monkey to ride on the rumble and hop down and open gates. This came of sending girls away to school--they only learned foolishness.
And those n.i.g.g.e.rs about the house had to be dressed for their new work; the butler, a cracking plow-hand he was, wore better clothes than he--Tom--did. No wonder he was sick;--and waste! Tom knew all about that when the bills began to come in from Memphis. Why, that pink-faced chit, he always referred to her in his own mind now as a pink-faced chit, was evolving a scheme of life that would cost eight or ten thousand dollars a year to maintain, and she was talking of decorators for the house, either from New Orleans or Philadelphia, and new furniture from top to bottom.
Tom felt that he was being robbed. Then he realized with a sense of shock that here was a fortune of over half a million in lands and slaves which he had managed and manipulated all these years, but which was not his. It was true that under the terms of his stepmother"s will he would inherit it in the event of Betty"s death--well, she looked like dying, a whole lot--she was as strong as a mule, those soft rounded curves covered plenty of vigorous muscle; Tom hated the very sight of her. A pink-faced chit bubbling over with life and useless energy, a perfect curse she was, with all sorts of extravagant tastes and he was powerless to check her, for, although he was still her guardian, there were certain provisions of the will--he consulted the copy he kept locked up in his desk in the office--that permitted her to do pretty much as she pleased with her income. It was a h.e.l.l of a will! She could spend fifteen or twenty thousand dollars a year if she wanted to and he couldn"t prevent it. It was an iniquitous doc.u.ment!
Well, the place could go straight off to the devil, he wouldn"t wear out his life economizing for her to waste--he didn"t get a thank-you--and he knew that n.o.body took off the land bigger crops than he did, while bale for bale his cotton outsold all other cotton raised in the county--that was the kind of a manager he was. He wagged his head in self-approval.
And what did he get out of it? A lump sum each year with a further lump sum of twenty thousand dollars when she came of age--soon now--or married. Tom"s eyes bulged from their sockets--she"d be doing that next, to spite him!
Betty"s sphere of influence rapidly extended itself. She soon began to have her doubts concerning the treatment accorded the slaves, and was not long in discovering that Hicks, the overseer, ran things with a heavy hand. Matters reached a crisis one day when, happening to ride through the quarters, she found him disciplining a refractory black.
She turned sick at the sight. Here was a slave actually being whipped by another slave while Hicks stood looking on with his hands in his pockets, and with a brutal satisfied air. When he caught sight of the girl, he sang out,
"That"ll do; he"s had enough, I reckon, to learn him!" He added sullenly to Betty, "Sorry you seen this, Miss!"
"How dare you order such a punishment without authority!" cried Betty furiously.
Hicks gave her a black scowl.
"I don"t need no authority to whip a shirker," he said insolently, as he turned away.
"Stop!" commanded Betty, her eyes blazing. She strove to keep her voice steady. "You shall not remain at Belle Plain another hour."
Hicks said nothing. He knew it would take more than her saying so to get him off the place. Betty turned her horse and galloped back to the house. She felt that she was in no condition to see Tom just at that moment, and dismounting at the door ran up-stairs to her room.
Meantime the overseer sought out Ware in his office. His manner of stating his grievance was singular. He began by swearing at his employer. He had been insulted before all the quarter--his rage fairly choked him, he could not speak.
Tom seized the opportunity to swear back. He wanted to know if he hadn"t troubles enough without the overseer"s help? If he"d got himself insulted it was his own affair and he could lump it, generally speaking, and get out of that office! But Tom"s fury quickly spent itself. He wanted to know what the matter was.
"Sent you off the place, did she; well, you"ll have to eat crow. I"ll do all I can. I don"t know what girls were ever made for anyhow, d.a.m.ned if I do!" he added plaintively, as a realization of a stupendous mistake on the part of nature overwhelmed him.
Hicks consented to eat crow only after Mr. Ware had cursed and cajoled him into a better and more forgiving frame of mind. Then Tom hurried off to find Betty and put matters right; a more difficult task than he had reckoned on, for Betty was obdurate and her indignation flared up at mention of the incident; all his powers of argument and persuasion were called into requisition before she would consent to Hicks remaining, and then only on that most uncertain tenure, his good behavior.
"Now you come up to the house," said Tom, when he had won his point and gone back to Hicks, "and get done with it. I reckon you talked when you should have kept your blame familiar mouth shut! Come on, and get it over with, and say you"re sorry."
Later, after Hicks had made his apology, the two men smoked a friendly pipe and discussed the situation. Tom pointed out that opposition was useless, a losing game, you could get your way by less direct means. She wouldn"t stay long at Belle Plain, but while she did remain they must avoid any more crises of the sort through which they had just pa.s.sed, and presently; she"d be sick of the place. Tom wagged his head. She was sick of it already only she hadn"t the sense to know it. It wasn"t good enough. Nothing suited-the house--the grounds--nothing!