De whole possetucky on "em sit an" listen.
"Fus" yo" pa talk; den Mist" Vanrevel, bofe on "em mighty cole an"
civilized. Den yo" pa git wo"m up, Missy, like he do, "case he so useter have his own way; "tain"t his fault, he ja.s.s cain"t help hollerin" an"
cussin" if anybody "pose him; but Mist" Vanrevel he ja.s.s as suvvige, but he stay cole, w"ich make yo" pa all de hotter. He holler mighty strong, Missy, an" some de back ranks "gun snickerin" at him. Uhuh! He fa"r jump, he did; an" den bimeby Mist" Vanrevel he say dat no man oughter be given de pilverige to sell another, ner to wollop him wid a blacksnake, whether he "buse dat pilverige er not. "My honabul "ponent," s"s he, "Mist" Carewe, rep"sent in hisseif de "ristocratic slave-ownin" cla.s.s er de Souf, do" he live in de Nawf an" "ploy free labor; yit it sca"sely to be b"lieve dat any er you would willin"ly trus" him wid de powah er life an" death ovah yo" own chillun, w"ich is virchously what de slave-ownah p"sess."
"Missy, you ja.s.s oughter see yo" pa den! He blue in de face an" dance de quadrille on de boa"ds. He leave his cha"h, git up, an" run "cross to de odder side de platfawm, an" shake be fis" ovah dat man"s head, an"
screech out how it all lies dat de slaves evah "ceive sich a treatments.
"Dat all lies, you pu"juh!" he holler. "All lies, you misabul thief," he holler. "All lies, an" you know it, you low-bawn slandah" an" scoun"le!"
"An" wid dat Mist" Vanrevel, be laff in yo" pa face, an" tuhn to de crowd, he did, an" say: "You reckon dat if dish yuh man a slave-ownah, an" a slave had anguhed him as I have anguhed him tonight, does any er you b"lieve dat dat slave wouldn" be tied up an" whipped tell de blood run, an" den sole down de rivuh to-morrer?"
"Well, suh, "co"se mos" on "em b"lieve same as yo" pa; but dat sutney fotch "em, an" win de de-bate, "case dey ja.s.s natchully lay back an"
roah, dey did, Missy; dey laff an" stomp an" holler tell you could a hearn "em a mild away. An" honey, yo" pa"d a millyum times druther Mist"
Vanrevel"d a kilt him dan tuhn de laff on him. He"d shoot a man, honey, ef he ja.s.s s"picion him to grin out de cornder his eye at him; an" to stan" up dah wid de whole county fa"r roahin" at him--it"s de G.o.d"s mussy be did"n have no ahms wid him, dat night! Ole Mist" Chen"eth done brung him home, an" yo" pa reach out an" kick me squah" out"n" de liberry winder soon"s he ketch sight er me!" The old man"s gravity gave way to his enjoyment of the recollection, and he threw back his head to laugh. "He sho" did, honey! Uhuh! Ho, ho, ho! He sho" did, honey, he sho" did!"
Nevertheless, as he lifted the tray again and crossed the room to go, his solemnity returned. "Missy," he said earnestly, "ef dat young gelmun fall in love wid you, w"ich I knows he will ef he ketch sight er you, lemme say dis, an" please fo" to ba"h in mine: better have nuttin" do wid him fo" he own sake; an" "bove all, keep him fur sway f"um dese p"emises. Don" let him come in a mild er dis house."
"Nelson, was that all the quarrel between them?"
"Blessed Mussy! ain" dat "nough? Ef dey"s any mo" I ain" hearn what dat part were," he answered quickly, but with a dogged tightening of the lips which convinced Miss Betty that he knew very well.
"Nelson, what was the rest of it?"
"Please, Missy, I got pack yo" pa trunk; an" it time, long ago, fer me to be at my wu"k." He was half out of the door.
"What was the rest of it?" she repeated quietly.
"Now, honey," he returned with a deprecatory shake of his head, "I got my own wu"k "tend to; an" I ain"t nevah ax n.o.body what "twas, an" I ain"t goin" ax "em. An" lemme ja.s.s beg you f oiler de ole man"s advice: you do de same, "case n.o.body ain"t goin" tell you. All I know is dat it come later and were somep"n "bout dat riprarin Crailey Gray. Yo" pa he sent a channelge to Mist" Vanrevel, an" Mist" Vanrevel "fuse to fight him "cause he say he don" b"lieve shootin" yo" pa goin" do yo" pa any good, an" he still got hope mekkin" good citizen outer him. Dat brung de laff on yo" pa ag"in; an" he "clare to G.o.d ef he ketch Vanrevel on any groun" er hisn he shoot him like a mad dog. "Pon my livin" soul he mean dem wuds, Missy! Dey had hard "nough time las" night keepin" him fum teahin" dat man to pieces at de fiah. You mus" keep dat young gelmun "way fum heah!"
"He came home with me last night, Nelson; I told father so."
"Yes"m. Yo" pa tole me you say dat, but he reckon you done it to mek him madder, "cause you mad, too. He say he done see dat Crailey Gray comin"
"long de hedge wid you."
"He was mistaken, it was Mr. Vanrevel."
Nelson rolled his eyes fervently to heaven. "Den dat young man run pintedly on he death! Ef you want keep us all dis side er de Jawdan Rivuh, don" let him set foot in dis neighbo"hood when yo" pa come back!
An", honey--" his voice sank to a penetrating whisper--""fo" I do a lick er wu"k I goin" out in de stable an" git down on my knees an"
retu"n thanksgiving to de good G.o.d "case he hole Carewe Street in de dahkness las" night!"
This was the speech he chose for his exit, but, after closing the door behind him, he opened it again, and said, cheerfully:
"Soon"s I git de trunk fix f" yo" pa, I bring "roun" dat bay colt wid de side saddle. You better set "bout gittin" on yo" ridin"-habit, Missy. De roads is mighty good dis sunshiny wedduh."
"Nelson?"
"Do you think such an attack as father had this morning--is--dangerous?"
He had hoped for another chance to laugh violently before he left her, and this completely fitted his desire. "Ho, ho, he!" he shouted. "No"m, no, no, honey! He ja.s.s git so mad it mek him sick. You couldn" kill dat man wid a broad-ax, Missy!"
And he went down the hail leaving the reverberations of his hilarity behind him. The purpose of his visit had been effected, for, when Miss Betty appeared upon the horse-block in her green habit and gauntlets, she was smiling; so that only a woman--or a wise old man--could have guessed that she had wept bitterly that morning.
She cantered out to the flat, open country to the east, where she found soft dirt-roads that were good for the bay colt"s feet, and she reached a cross-road several miles from town before she was overcome by the conviction that she was a wicked and ungrateful girl. She could not place the exact spot of her guilt, but she knew it was there, somewhere, since she felt herself a guilty thing.
For the picture which Nelson had drawn rose before her: the one man standing alone in his rage on the platform, overwhelmed by his calm young adversary, beaten and made the b.u.t.t of laughter for a thousand.
Her father had been in the wrong in that quarrel, and somehow she was sure, too, he must have been wrong in the "personal" one, as well: the mysterious difficulty over Fanchon"s Mr. Gray, who had looked so ashamed last night. What feud could they make over him, of all people in the world? He looked strong enough to take care of his own quarrels, even if he was so rigorously bound by Fanchon"s ap.r.o.n-string when it came to a word with another girl!
But the conclusion that her father had been in error did not lessen the pathetic appeal of the solitary figure facing the ridicule of the crowd.
She felt that he always honestly believed himself in the right; she knew that he was vain; that he had an almost monstrous conception of his dignity; and, realizing the bitterness of that public humiliation which he had undergone, she understood the wrath, the unspeakable pain and sense of outrage, which must have possessed him.
And now she was letting him go forth upon a journey--his way beset with the chances of illness and accident--whence he might never return; she was letting him go without seeing him again; letting him go with no word of farewell from his daughter. In brief: she was a wicked girl. She turned the colt"s head abruptly to the west and touched his flanks with her whip.
So it fell out that as the packet foamed its pa.s.sage backward from Carewe"s wharf into the current, the owner of the boat, standing upon the hurricane deck, heard a cry from the sh.o.r.e, and turned to behold his daughter dash down to the very end of the wharf on the well-lathered colt. Miss Betty"s hair was blown about her face; her cheeks were rosy, her eager eyes sparkling from more than the hard riding.
"Papa!" she cried, "I"m sorry!"
She leaned forward out of the saddle, extending her arms to him appealingly in a charming gesture, and, absolutely ignoring the idlers on the wharf and the pa.s.sengers on the steamer, was singly intent upon the tall figure on the hurricane-deck. "Papa--good-by. Please forgive me!"
"By the Almighty, but that"s a fine woman!" said the captain of the boat to a pa.s.senger from Rouen. "Is she his daughter?"
"Please forgive me!" the clear voice came again, with its quaver of entreaty, across the widening water; and then, as Mr. Carewe made no sign, by word or movement, of hearing her, and stood without the slightest alteration of his att.i.tude, she cried to him once more:
"Good-by!"
The paddle-wheels reversed; the boat swung down the river, Mr. Carewe still standing immovable on the hurricane-deck, while, to the gaze of those on the steamer, the figure on the bay colt at the end of the wharf began to grow smaller and smaller. She was waving her handkerchief in farewell, and they could see the little white speck in the distance, dimmer and dimmer, yet fluttering still as they pa.s.sed out of sight round the bend nearly three-quarters of a mile below.
CHAPTER IX. The Rule of the Regent
Betty never forgot her first sight of the old friend of her family.
Returning with a sad heart, she was walking the colt slowly through the carriage-gates, when an extravagantly stout lady, in green muslin ill.u.s.trated with huge red flowers, came out upon the porch and waved a fat arm to the girl. The visitor wore a dark-green turban and a Cashmere shawl, while the expanse of her skirts was nothing short of magnificent: some cathedral-dome seemed to have been misplaced and the lady dropped into it. Her outstretched hand terrified Betty: how was she to approach near enough to take it?
Mrs. Tanberry was about sixty, looked forty, and at first you might have guessed she weighed nearly three hundred, but the lightness of her smile and the actual buoyancy which she somehow imparted to her whole dominion lessened that by at least a hundred-weight. She ballooned out to the horse-block with a billowy rush somewhere between bounding and soaring; and Miss Betty slid down from the colt, who shied violently, to find herself enveloped, in spite of the dome, in a vast surf of green and red muslin.
"My charming girl!" exclaimed the lady vehemently, in a voice of such husky richness, of such merriment and unction of delight, that it fell upon Miss Betty"s ear with more of the quality of sheer gayety than any she had ever heard. "Beautiful child! What a beautiful child you are!"
She kissed the girl resoundingly on both cheeks; stepped back from her and laughed, and clapped her fat hands, which were covered with flashing rings. "Oh, but you are a true blue Beauty! You"re a Princess! I am Mrs.
Tanberry, Jane Tanberry, young Janie Tanberry. I haven"t seen you since you were a baby and your pretty mother was a girl like us!"
"You are so kind to come," said Betty hesitatingly. "I shall try to be very obedient."
"Obedient!" Mrs. Tanberry uttered the word with a shriek. "You"ll be nothing of the kind. I am the light-mindedest woman in the universe, and anyone who obeyed me would be embroiled in everlasting trouble every second in the day. You"ll find that I am the one that needs looking after, my charmer!"
She tapped Miss Betty"s cheek with her jeweled fingers as the two mounted the veranda steps. "It will be worry enough for you to obey yourself; a body sees that at the first blush. You have conscience in your forehead and rebellion in your chin. Ha, ha, ha!" Here Mrs.
Tanberry sat upon, and obliterated, a large chair, Miss Carewe taking a stool at her knee.
"People of our age oughtn"t to be bothered with obeying; there"ll be time enough for that when we get old and can"t enjoy anything. Ha, ha!"