She pa.s.sed quickly from the room in a panic of fear. She couldn"t meet him in this condition. She must wait a better moment.
Andy, arranging his tray, began to mix three mint juleps, humming a favorite song:
"Dis time er-nudder year, Oh, Lawd, how long!
In some lonesome graveyard-- Woh, Lawd, how long!"
Norton paused on the threshold with a smile and listened to the foolish melody. His whole being was quivering with the power that thrilled from a great act of will. He had just made a momentous decision. His work in hand was done. He had lived for years in an atmosphere poisoned by a yellow venomous presence. He had resolved to be free!--no matter what the cost.
His mind flew to the boy he had grown to love with deeper tenderness the past weeks. The only thing he really dreaded was his humiliation before those blue eyes. But, if the worst came to worst, he must speak. There were things darker than death--the consciousness to a proud and sensitive man that he was the slave to an inferior was one of them. He had to be free--free at any cost. The thought was an inspiration.
With brisk step he entered the library and glanced with surprise at the empty room.
"Tom not come?" he asked briskly.
"Nasah, I ain"t seed "im," Andy replied.
Norton threw his linen coat on a chair, and a dreamy look came into his deep-set eyes:
"Well, Andy, we"ve made a clean sweep to-day--the old state"s white again!"
The negro, bustling over his tray, replied with unction:
"Ya.s.sah, dat"s what I done tole "em, sah!"
"All government rests on force, Andy! The ballot is force--physical force.
Back of every ballot is a gun----"
He paused, drew the revolver slowly from his pocket and held it in his hand.
Andy glanced up from his tray and jumped in alarm:
"Ya.s.sah, dat"s so, sah--in dese parts sho, sah!" he ended his speech by a good-natured laugh at the expense of the country that allowed itself to be thus intimidated.
Norton lifted the gleaming piece of steel and looked at it thoughtfully:
"Back of every ballot a gun and the red blood of the man who holds it! No freeman ever yet voted away his right to a revolution----"
"Ya.s.sah--dat"s what I tells dem n.i.g.g.e.rs--you gwine ter giv "em er dose er de revolution----"
"Well, it"s done now and I"ve no more use for this thing--thank G.o.d!"
He crossed to the writing desk, laid the revolver on its top and walked to the lounge his face set with a look of brooding intensity:
"Bah! The big battles are all fought inside, Andy! There"s where the brave die and cowards run--inside----"
"Ya.s.sah!--I got de stuff right here fer de _inside_, sah!" he held up the decanter with a grin.
"From to-night my work outside is done," Norton went on moodily. "And I"m going to be free--free! I"m no longer afraid of one of my servants----"
He dropped into a seat and closed his fists with a gesture of intense emotion.
Andy looked at him in astonishment and asked incredulously:
"Who de debbil say you"se er scared of any n.i.g.g.e.r? Show dat man ter me--who say dat?"
"I say it!" was the bitter answer. He had been thinking aloud, but now that the negro had heard he didn"t care. His soul was sick of subterfuge and lies.
Andy laughed apologetically:
"Ya.s.sah! Cose, sah, ef you say dat hit"s so, why I say hit"s so--but all de same, "twixt you an" me, I knows tain"t so!"
"But from to-night!" Norton cried, ignoring Andy as he sprang to his feet and looked sharply about the room:
"Tell Cleo I wish to see her at once!"
"She gone out in de Squar ter hear de news, sah."
"The moment she comes let me know!" he said with sharp emphasis and turned quickly to the door.
"Ya.s.sah," Andy answered watching him go with amazement. "De Lawdy, major, you ain"t gwine off an" leave dese mint juleps lak dat, is ye?"
Norton retraced a step:
"Yes, from to-night I"m the master of my house and myself!"
Andy looked at the tray and then at Norton:
"Well, sah, yer ain"t got no objections to me pizinin" mysef, is ye?"
The master surveyed the grinning servant, glanced at the tray, smiled and said:
"No--you"ll do it anyhow, so go as far as you like!"
"Ya.s.sah!" the negro laughed as Norton turned again. "An" please, sah, won"t yer gimme jes a little advice befo" you go?"
Norton turned a puzzled face on the grinning black one:
"Advice?"
"Ya.s.sah. What I wants ter know, major, is dis. Sposen, sah, dat a gemman got ter take his choice twixt marryin" er lady dat"s forcin" herself on "im, er kill hissef?"
"Kill her!"
Andy broke into a loud laugh:
"Ya.s.sah! but she"s er dangous "oman, sah! She"s a fighter from Fightersville--an" fuddermo", sah, I"se engaged to annudder lady at the same time--an" I"se in lub wid dat one an" skeered er de fust one."
"Face it, then. Confess your love and fight it out! Fight it out and let them fight it out. You like to see a fight, don"t you?"