"Well, wish me luck, Solomon, I"m off--come, Hannibal!" he said. At heart he cherished small hope of seeing Betty, advantageous as he felt an interview might prove. However, on reaching Belle Plain he and Hannibal were shown into the cool parlor by little Steve. It was more years than the judge cared to remember since he had put his foot inside such a house, but with true grandeur of soul he rose to the occasion; a sublimated dignity shone from every battered feature, while he fixed little Steve with so fierce a glance that the grin froze on his lips.
"You are to say that judge Sloc.u.m Price presents his compliments and condolences to Miss Malroy--have you got that straight, you pinch of soot?" he concluded affably. Little Steve, impressed alike by the judge"s air of condescension and his easy flow of words, signified that he had. "You may also say that judge Price"s ward, young Master Hazard, presents his compliments and condolences--" What more the judge might have said was interrupted by the entrance of Betty, herself.
"My dear young lady--" the judge bowed, then he advanced toward her with the solemnity of carriage and countenance he deemed suitable to the occasion, and her extended hand was engulfed between his two plump palms. He rolled his eyes heavenward. "It"s the Lord"s to deal with us as His own inscrutable wisdom dictates," he murmured with pious resignation. "We are all poorer, ma"am, that he has died--just as we were richer while he lived!" The rich cadence of the judge"s speech fell sonorously on the silence, and that look of horror which had never quite left Betty"s eyes since they saw Charley Norton fall, rose out of their clear depths again. The judge, instantly stricken with a sense of the inadequacy of his words, doubled on his spiritual tracks. "In a round-about way, ma"am, we"re bound to believe in the omnipresence of Providence--we must think it--though a body might be disposed to hold that west Tennessee had got out of the line of divine supervision recently. Let me lead you to a chair, ma"am!"
Hannibal had slipped to Betty"s side and placed his hand in hers. The judge regarded the pair with great benevolence of expression. "He would come, and I hadn"t the heart to forbid it. If I can be of any service to you, ma"am, either in the capacity of a friend--or professionally--I trust you will not hesitate to command me--" The judge backed toward the door.
"Did you walk out, Judge Price?" asked Betty kindly.
"Nothing more than a healthful exercise--but we will not detain you, ma"am; the pleasure of seeing you is something we had not reckoned on!"
The judge"s speech was thick and unctuous with good feeling. He wished that Mahaffy might have been there to note the reserve and dignity of his deportment.
"But you must let me order luncheon for you," said Betty. At least this questionable old man was good to Hannibal.
"I couldn"t think of it, ma"am--"
"You"ll have a gla.s.s of wine, then," urged Betty hospitably. For the moment she had lost sight of what was clearly the judge"s besetting sin.
The judge paused abruptly. He endured a moment of agonizing irresolution.
"On the advice of my physician I dare not touch wine--gout, ma"am, and liver--but this restriction does not apply to corn whisky--in moderation, and as a tonic--either before meals, immediately after meals or at any time between meals--always keeping in mind the idea of its tonic properties--" The judge seemed to mellow and ripen. This was much better than having the dogs sicked on you! His manner toward Betty became almost fatherly. Poor young thing, so lonely and desolate in the midst of all this splendor--he surrept.i.tiously wiped away a tear, and when little Steve presented himself and was told to bring whisky, audibly smacked his lips--a whole lot better, surely!
"I am sorry you think you must hurry away, Judge Price," said Betty. She still retained the small brown hand Hannibal had thrust into hers.
"The eastern mail gets in to-day, ma"am, and I have reason to think my share of it will be especially heavy, for it brings the bulk of my professional correspondence." In ten years the judge had received just one communication by mail--a bill which had followed him through four states and seven counties. "I expect my secretary--" boldly fixing Solomon Mahaffy"s status, "is already dipping into it; an excellent a.s.sistant, ma"am, but literary rather than legal."
Little Steve reappeared bearing a silver tray on which was a decanter and gla.s.s.
"Since you insist, ma"am," the judge poured himself a drink, "my best respects--" he bowed profoundly.
"If you are quite willing, judge, I think I will keep Hannibal. Miss Bowen, who has been here--since--" her voice broke suddenly.
"I understand, ma"am," said the judge soothingly. He gave her a glance of great concern and turned to Hannibal. "Dear lad, you"ll be very quiet and obedient, and do exactly as Miss Malroy says? When shall I come for him, ma"am?"
"I"ll send him to you when he is ready to go home. I am thinking of visiting my friends in North Carolina, and I should like to have him spend as much time as possible with me before I start for the East."
It had occurred to Betty that she had done little or nothing for the child; probably this would be her last opportunity.
The state of the judge"s feelings was such that with elaborate absence of mind he poured himself a second drink of whisky; and that there should be no doubt the act was one of inadvertence, said again, "My best respects, ma"am," and bowed as before. Putting down the gla.s.s he backed toward the door.
"I trust you will not hesitate to call upon me if I can be of any use to you, ma"am--a message will bring me here without a moment"s delay." He was rather disappointed that no allusion had been made to his recent activities. He reasoned correctly that Betty was as yet in ignorance of the somewhat dangerous eminence he had achieved as the champion of law and order. However, he reflected with satisfaction that Hannibal, in remaining, would admirably serve his ends.
Betty insisted that he should be driven home, and after faintly protesting, the judge gracefully yielded the point, and a few moments later rolled away from Belle Plain behind a pair of sleek-coated bays, with a negro in livery on the box. He was conscious of a great sense of exaltation. He felt that he should paralyze Mahaffy. He even temporarily forgot the blow his hopes had sustained when Betty spoke of returning to North Carolina. This was life--broad acres and n.i.g.g.e.rs--princ.i.p.ally to trot after you toting liquor--and such liquor!--he lolled back luxuriantly with half-closed eyes.
"Twenty years in the wood if an hour!" he muttered. "I"d like to have just such a taste in my mouth when I come to die--and probably she has barrels of it!" he sighed deeply, and searched his soul for words with which adequately to describe that whisky to Mahaffy.
But why not do more than paralyze Solomon--that would be pleasant but not especially profitable. The judge came back quickly to the vexed problem of his future. He desired to make some striking display of Miss Malroy"s courtesy. He knew that his credit was experiencing the pangs of an early mortality; he was not sensitive, yet for some days he had been sensible of the fact that what he called the commercial cla.s.s was viewing him with open disfavor, but he must hang on in Raleigh a little longer--for him it had become the abode of hope. The judge considered the matter. At least he could let people see something of that decent respect with which Miss Malroy treated him.
They were entering Raleigh now, and he ordered the coachman to pull his horses down to a walk. He had decided to make use of the Belle Plain turnout in creating an atmosphere of confidence and trust--especially trust. To this end he spent the best part of an hour interviewing his creditors. It amounted almost to a ma.s.s-meeting of the adult male population, for he had no favorites. When he invaded virgin territory he believed in starting the largest possible number of accounts without delay. The advantage of his system, as he explained its workings to Mahaffy, was that it bred a n.o.ble spirit of emulation. He let it be known in a general way that things were looking up with him; just in what quarter he did not specify, but there he was, seated in the Belle Plain carriage and the inference was unavoidable that Miss Malroy was to recognize his activities in a substantial manner.
Mahaffy, loafing away the afternoon in the county clerk"s office, heard of the judge"s return. He heard that Charley Norton had left a will; that Thicket Point went to Miss Malroy; that the Norton cousins in middle Tennessee were going to put up a fight; that Judge Price had been retained as counsel by Miss Malroy; that he was authorized to begin an independent search for Charley Norton"s murderer, and was to spare no expense; that Judge Price was going to pay his debts. Mahaffy grinned at this and hurried home. He could believe all but the last, that was the crowning touch of unreality.
The judge explained the situation.
"I wouldn"t withhold hope from any man, Solomon; it"s the cheapest thing in the world and the one thing we are most miserly about extending to our fellows. These people all feel better--and what did it cost me?--just a little decent consideration; just the knowledge of what the unavoidable a.s.sociations of ideas in their own minds would do for them!"
What had seemed the corpse of credit breathed again, and the judge and Mahaffy immediately embarked upon a characteristic celebration. Early candlelight found them making a beginning; midnight came--the gray and purple of dawn--and they were still at it, back of closed doors and shuttered windows.
CHAPTER XXVI. BETTY LEAVES BELLE PLAIN
Hannibal had devoted himself loyally to the judge"s glorification, and Betty heard all about the letter, the snuffing of the candles and the reward of five thousand dollars. It vastly increased the child"s sense of importance and satisfaction when he discovered she had known nothing of these matters until he told her of them.
"Why, where would Judge Price get so much money, Hannibal?" she asked, greatly astonished.
"He won"t have to get it, Miss Betty; Mr. Mahaffy says he don"t reckon no one will ever tell who wrote the letter--he "lows the man who done that will keep pretty mum--he just da.s.sent tell!" the boy explained.
"No, I suppose not--" and Betty saw that perhaps, after all, the judge had not a.s.sumed any very great financial responsibility. "He can"t be a coward, though, Hannibal!" she added, for she understood that the risk of personal violence which he ran was quite genuine. She had formed her own unsympathetic estimate of him that day at Boggs" race-track; Mahaffy in his blackest hour could have added nothing to it. Twice since then she had met him in Raleigh, which had only served to fix that first impression.
"Miss Betty, he"s just like my Uncle Bob was--he ain"t afraid of nothing! He totes them pistols of his--loaded--if you notice good you can see where they bulge out his coat!" Hannibal"s eyes, very round and big, looked up into hers.
"Is he as poor as he seems, Hannibal?" inquired Betty.
"He never has no money, Miss Betty, but I don"t reckon he"s what a body would call pore."
It might have baffled a far more mature intelligence than Hannibal"s to comprehend those peculiar processes by which the judge sustained himself and his intimate fellowship with adversity--that it was his magnificence of mind which made the squalor of his daily life seem merely a pa.s.sing phase--but the boy had managed to point a delicate distinction, and Betty grasped something of the hope and faith which never quite died out in Sloc.u.m Price"s indomitable breast.
"But you always have enough to eat, dear?" she questioned anxiously.
Hannibal promptly rea.s.sured her on this point. "You wouldn"t let me think anything that was not true, Hannibal--you are quite sure you have never been hungry?"
"Never, Miss Betty; honest!"
Betty gave a sigh of relief. She had been reproaching herself for her neglect of the child; she had meant to do so much for him and had done nothing! Now it was too late for her personally to interest herself in his behalf, yet before she left for the East she would provide for him.
If she had felt it was possible to trust the judge she would have made him her agent, but even in his best aspect he seemed a dubious dependence. Tom, for quite different reasons, was equally out of the question. She thought of Mr. Mahaffy.
"What kind of a man is Mr. Mahaffy, Hannibal?"
"He"s an awful nice man, Miss Betty, only he never lets on; a body"s got to find it out for his own self--he ain"t like the judge."
"Does he--drink, too, Hannibal?" questioned Betty.
"Oh, yes; when he can get the licker, he does." It was evident that Hannibal was cheerfully tolerant of this weakness on the part of the austere Mahaffy. By this time Betty was ready to weep over the child, with his knowledge of shabby vice, and his fresh young faith in those old tatterdemalions.
"But, no matter what they do, they are very, very kind to you?" she continued quite tremulously.