"d.i.c.k"s got the family, Mr. Yancy. My folks, the Rhetts, was plain people."
"Some of "em ain"t so noticeably plain, either," said Yancy.
"Sho", you"ve a heap of good sense, Mr. Yancy!" and Cavendish shook him warmly by the hand. "The first time I ever seen her, I says, I"ll marry that lady if it takes an arm! Well, it did most of the time while I was co"tin" her."
"La!" cried Polly, blushing furiously. "You shouldn"t tell that, d.i.c.k.
Mr. Yancy ain"t interested."
"Yes, sir, I"d been hearin" about old man Rhett"s Polly fo" considerable of a spell," said Cavendish, looking at Polly reflectively. "He lived up at the head waters of the Elk River. Fellows who had been to his place, when girls was mentioned would sort of shake their heads sad-like and say, "Yes, but you had ought to see old man Rhett"s Polly, all the rest is imitations!" Seemed like they couldn"t get her off their minds. So I just slung my kit to my back, shouldered my rifle, and hoofed it up-stream. I says, I"ll see for myself where this here paragon lays it all over the rest of her sect, but sho--the closter I came to old man Rhett the mo" I heard of Polly!"
"d.i.c.k, how you do run on," cried Polly protestingly, but Chills and Fever"s knightly soul dwelt in its illusions, and the years had not made stale his romance. Also Polly was beaming on him with a wealth of affection.
"I seen her fo" the first time as I was warmin" the trail within a mile of old man Rhett"s. She was carrying a grist of co"n down to the mill in her father"s ox cart. When I clapped eyes on her I says, "I"ll marry that lady. I"ll make her the Countess of Lambeth--she"ll sh.o.r.e do fo"
the peerage any day!" That was yo" mommy, sneezic"s!" Mr. Cavendish paused to address himself to the baby whom Connie had relinquished to him.
"You bet I made time the rest of the way. I says, "She"s sixteen if she"s a day, and all looks!" I broke into old man Rhett"s clearin" on a keen run. He was a settin" afo" his do" smokin" his pipe and he glanced me over kind of weary-like and says, "Howdy!" It wa"n"t much of a greetin" the way he said it either; but I figured it was some better than bein" chased off the place. So I stepped indo"s, stood my rifle in a corner and hung up my cap. He was watchin" me and presently he drawled out, "Make yo"self perfectly at home, stranger."
"I says, "Squire"--he wa"n"t a squire, but they called him that--I says, "Squire, my name"s Cavendish. Let"s get acquainted quick. I"m here fo"
to co"te yo" Polly. I seen her on the road a spell back and I couldn"t be better suited."
"He says, "You had ought to be kivered up in salt, young man, else yo"ll spile in this climate."
"I says, "I"ll keep in any climate."
"He says, "Polly ain"t givin" her thoughts much to marryin", she"s busy keepin" house fo" her pore old father."
"I says, "I"ve come here special fo" to arouse them thoughts you mention. If I seem slow."
"He says, "You don"t. If this is yo" idea of bein" slow, I"d wish to avoid you when you was in a hurry."
"I says, "Put in yo" spare moments thinkin" up a suitable blessin" fo"
us."
"He says, "You"ll have yo" hands full. There"s a number of young fellows hereabouts that you don"t lay it over none in p"int of freshness or looks."
"I says, "Does she encourage any of "em?"
"He says, "Nope, she don"t. Ain"t I been tellin" you she"s givin" her mind to keepin" house fo" her pore old father?"
"I says, "If she don"t encourage "em none, she sh.o.r.e must disencourage "em. I "low she gets my help in that."
"He says, "They"ll run you so far into the mountings, Mr. Cavendish, you"ll never be heard tell of again in these parts."
"I says, "I"ll bust the heads offen these here galoots if they try that!"
"He asks, grinnin", "Have you arranged how yo" remains are to be sent back to yo" folks?"
"I says, "I"m an orphan man of t.i.tle, a peer of England, and you can leave me lay if it cones to that."
""Well,". he says, "if them"s yo" wishes, the buzzards as good as got you."" Cavendish lapsed into a momentary silence. It was plain that these were cherished memories.
"That"s what I call co"tin!" remarked Mr. Yancy, with conviction.
The Earl of Lambeth resumed
"It was as bad as old man Rhett said it was. Sundays his do"yard looked like a militia muster. They told it on him that he hadn"t cut a stick of wood since Polly was risin" twelve. I reckon, without exaggeration, I fit every unmarried man in that end of the county, and two lookin"
widowers from Nashville. I served notice on to them that I"d attend to that woodpile of old man Rhett"s fo" the future; that I was qualifying fo" to be his son-in-law, and seekin" his indors.e.m.e.nt as a provider. I took "em on one at a time as they happened along, and lambasted "em all over the place. As fo" the Nashville widowers," said Cavendish with a chuckle, and a nod to Polly, "I pretty nigh drownded one of "em in the Elk. We met in mid-stream and fit it out there; and the other quit the county. That was fo"teen years ago; but, mind you, I"d do it all over again to-morrow."
"But, d.i.c.k, you ain"t telling Mr. Yancy nothin" about yo" t.i.tle,"
expostulated Polly.
"I"d admire to hear mo" about that," said Yancy.
"I"m gettin" round to that. It was my great grandfather come over here from England. His name was Richard Keppel Cavendish, same as mine is.
He lived back yonder on the Carolina coast and went to raisin" tobacco.
I"ve heard my grandfather tell how he"d heard folks say his father was always hintin" in his licker that he was a heap better than he seemed, and if people only knowed the truth about him they"d respect him mo", and mebby treat him better. Well, sir, he married and riz a family; there was my grandfather and a pa.s.sel of girls--and that crop of children was the only decent crop he ever riz. I"ve heard my grandfather tell how, when he got old enough to notice such things, he seen that his father had the look of a man with something mysterious hangin" over him, but he couldn"t make it out what it was, though he gave it a heap of study. He seen, too, that let him get a taste of licker and he"d begin to throw out them hints, how if folks only knowed the truth they"d be just naturally fallin" over themselves fo" to do him a favor, instead of pickin" on him and tryin" to down him.
"My grandfather said he never knowed a man, either, with the same aversion agin labor as his father had. Folks put it down to laziness, but they misjudged him, as come out later, yet he never let on. He just went around sorrowful-like, and when there was a piece of work fo" him to do he"d spend a heap of time studyin" it, or mebby he"d just set and look at it until he was ready fo" to give it up. Appeared like he couldn"t bring himself down to toil.
"Then one day he got his hands on a paper that had come acrost in a ship from England. He was readin" it, settin" in the shade; my grandfather said he always noticed he was partial to the shade, and his wife was pesterin" of him fo" to go and plow out his truck-patch, when, all at once, he lit on something in the paper, and he started up and let out a yell like he"d been shot. "By gum, I"m the Earl of Lambeth!" he says, and took out to the nearest tavern and got b"ilin" full. Afterward he showed "em the paper and they seen with their own eyes where Richard Keppel Cavendish, Earl of Lambeth, had died in London. My great grandfather told "em that was his uncle; that when he left home there was several cousins--which was printed in the paper, too--but they"d up and died, so the t.i.tle naturally come to him.
"Well, sir, that was the first the family ever knowed of it, and then they seen what it was he"d meant when he throwed out them hints about bein" a heap better than he seemed. He said perhaps he wouldn"t never have told, only he couldn"t bear to be misjudged like he"d always been.
"He never done a lick of work after that. He said he couldn"t bring himself down to it; that it was demeanin" fo" a person of t.i.tle fo" to labor with his hands like a n.i.g.g.e.r or a common white man. He said he"d leave it to his family to see he didn"t come to want, it didn"t so much matter about them; and he lived true to his principles to the day of his death, and never riz his hand except to feed himself."
Cavendish paused. Yancy was feeling that in his own person he had experienced some of the best symptoms of a t.i.tle.
"Then what?" he asked.
"Well, sir, he lived along like that, never complainin", my grandfather said, but mighty sweet and gentlelike as long as there was plenty to eat in the house. He lived to be nigh eighty, and when he seen he was goin" to die he called my grandfather to him and says, "She"s yours, d.i.c.k,"--meanin" the t.i.tle--and then he says, "There"s one thing I"ve kep" from you. You"ve been a viscount ever since I come into the t.i.tle, and then he went on and explained what he wanted cut on his tombstone, and had my grandfather write it out, so there couldn"t be any mistake.
When he"d pa.s.sed away, my grandfather took the t.i.tle. He said it made him feel mighty solemn and grand-like, and it come over him all at once why it was his father hadn"t no heart fo" work."
"Does it always take "em that way?" inquired Yancy.
"It takes the Earls of Lambeth that way. I reckon you might say it was hereditary with "em. Where was I at?"
"Your grandpap, the second earl," prompted Polly.
"Oh, yes--well, he "lowed he"d emigrate back to England, but while he was studying how he could do this, along come the war. He said he couldn"t afford to fight agin his king, so he pulled out and crossed the mountings to avoid being drug into the army. He said he couldn"t let it get around that the Earls of Lambeth was shootin" English soldiers."
"Of course he couldn"t," agreed Yancy.
"It"s been my dream to take Polly and the children and go back to England and see the king about my t.i.tle. I "low he"d be some surprised to see us. I"d like to tell him, too, what the Earls of Lambeth done fo"
him--that they was always loyal, and thought a heap better of him than their neighbors done, and mebby some better than he deserved. Don"t you reckon that not hearin" from us, he"s got the notion the Cavendishes has petered out?"
Mr. Yancy considered this likely, and said so.
"You might send him writin" in a letter," he suggested.