a little nibble of dat money--half of dat cash spondulix is mine."
"Yes"m, but I is de man of de fambly an" I oughter keep it an" han" it out to you as you needs it."
"I needs my half right now," Pearline snapped, placing both her hands upon the clutching paws of Plaster Sickety.
"Whut you gwine do wid twelve dollars an" fo" bits?" Plaster demanded in irate tones.
"Buy me a hat!" Pearline told him.
"You"s a fool!" Plaster informed her. "Female hats ain"t furnicher."
"Dis money furnishes me wid a hat," she announced positively.
Then they sat for a few minutes in silence, both keeping their hands spread out over the money.
"Whut you gwine do wid yo" twelve dollars an" fo" bits?" Pearline demanded at last.
"I figgers on buyin" a fiddle," Plaster told her. "Plenty money kin be made playin" fiddles, an" I b"lieves I could learn to fiddle ef I had a good chance."
"I ain"t gwine hab no fiddlin" n.i.g.g.e.r in my house," Pearline snorted.
"I"s druther be married to a phoneygraft."
"You ain"t gwine be married to nothin" very long ef you don"t leggo dis money, n.i.g.g.e.r!" Plaster snarled.
"I is."
"You ain"t."
"Don"t gimme no sa.s.s."
"You sa.s.sed me fust."
The woman raised one hand from the money and made an unexpected sideswipe at Plaster"s jaw with her open palm. The blow landed with a smack that jarred the very marrow of his bones and keeled him over the edge of the porch to the ground. As he fell sprawling, the chain tightened and jerked Pearline off her perch and she fell to the ground with a squall. Then for ten minutes there was a Kilkenny cat sc.r.a.p on the front lawn.
Pearline bit and scratched and pulled hair and tore clothes. She had decidedly the best of the rookus until her unusual activities caused her to get a twist of the chain around her neck. Plaster thanked the Lord and choked her into inaction and submission by the simple process of pretending to escape from her and thus tightening the chain.
When she was choked almost to suffocation, he edged her to the porch, lifted the twenty-five dollars and thirty cents into his own pockets, and released the chain.
[Ill.u.s.tration: "THE BLOW LANDED WITH A SMACK THAT JARRED THE VERY MARROW OF HIS BONES AND KEELED HIM OVER THE EDGE OF THE PORCH TO THE GROUND."]
When Pearline recovered her breath she dropped flat upon the ground at her feet and howled like a Comanche until the going down of the sun.
Plaster did not attempt to console or quiet her. When he spoke again, he reached out and touched the bawling woman with his foot.
"Git up idjit!" he exclaimed. "Ma.r.s.e John expecks us to come an" repote to him an" git dese here handcuffs tuck off."
Sheriff John Flournoy was waiting for them as they came across his lawn to the porch where he sat.
Then for half an hour he listened to a tirade of crimination and recrimination which crackled with profane expletives like thorns under a pot. When Plaster paused to breathe, Pearline took up the complaint.
When Pearline stopped from exhaustion, Plaster resumed his lamentations.
When the storm of vituperation subsided, Flournoy sat in his chair like a man who had been pounded over the head with a brick. It was some time before he could formulate his ideas. Then he spoke with difficulty.
"I judge from what I have heard that your three days" experience together has convinced you that your tastes are entirely dissimilar and your natures incompatible."
"Yes, suh, dat"s c"reck."
"The information you offer conveys to me the impression that a woman loves shadows, but a man loves sunshine and glare; a woman loves dress, but a man loves tobacco; a woman desires daintiness and neatness attended with any degree of discomfort, but a man prefers comfort with no matter how much litter and mess; a woman loves indoor sports, like sewing, and a man loves outdoor sports, like whittling sticks and making the acquaintance of a hound-dog with fleas on his body and mud on his feet; a man loves to sing and hear himself sing, and the woman prefers to hear some other man sing; a woman wants her female companions with their confidences and their secrets, and a man desires his male companions and their secrets, but neither party to the matrimonial alliance is willing that the partner should keep a secret. Am I right as far as I"ve gone?"
"Dat"s right!" they said in positive tones.
"But de fuss part, Ma.r.s.e John, is de money!" the woman shrieked.
"Certainly," Flournoy agreed softly. "Matrimony is always a matter of money."
Then Flournoy took a key from his pocket and opened the bracelets on their wrists. The chain fell at their feet. The bride and bridegroom looked away, each ignoring the presence of the other.
Plaster Sickety thrust both hands into his pockets, brought out twenty-five dollars and thirty cents and laid it into the open palm of the sheriff.
"Fer Gawd"s sake, git me a deevo"ce!" he pleaded.
"Make it two, Ma.r.s.e John," the girl urged. "I"s plum" nauseated wid dat n.i.g.g.e.r man."
The bride and bridegroom turned and walked away, choosing different paths and going in opposite directions. They did not look back.
The sheriff stooped and picked up the rattling chain.
Then he went into the house and slammed the door.
The evening and the morning were the third day, and--
FOURTH TALE
PRINCESS OR PERCHERON
BY PERLEY POORE SHEEHAN
I.
Some queer things had taken place in this same hall--some very queer things; but there were indications that this present affair was going to be queerer yet.
The old duke always had been a worthy descendant of his ancestors; like them, a little mad, with flashes of genius, very fine, very brutal, a murderer at heart, with a love for poetry and philosophic speculation.
The guests were already in a smiling tremor of curiosity when they arrived. Some of them whispered among themselves: