"Well, he can"t make me b"lieve it," she rejoined, with a shake of her head.
"An" you would n" lack ter go up dere an" "joy all dese privileges?"
asked uncle Wellington, with some degree of earnestness.
The old woman laughed until her sides shook. "Who gwine ter take me up dere?" she inquired.
"You got de money yo"se"f."
"I ain" got no money fer ter was"e," she replied shortly, becoming serious at once; and with that the subject was dropped.
Uncle Wellington pulled a hoe from under the house, and took his way wearily to the potato patch. He did not feel like working, but aunt Milly was the undisputed head of the establishment, and he did not dare to openly neglect his work.
In fact, he regarded work at any time as a disagreeable necessity to be avoided as much as possible.
His wife was cast in a different mould. Externally she would have impressed the casual observer as a neat, well-preserved, and good-looking black woman, of middle age, every curve of whose ample figure--and her figure was all curves--was suggestive of repose. So far from being indolent, or even deliberate in her movements, she was the most active and energetic woman in the town. She went through the physical exercises of a prayer-meeting with astonishing vigor. It was exhilarating to see her wash a shirt, and a study to watch her do it up.
A quick jerk shook out the dampened garment; one pa.s.s of her ample palm spread it over the ironing-board, and a few well-directed strokes with the iron accomplished what would have occupied the ordinary laundress for half an hour.
To this uncommon, and in uncle Wellington"s opinion unnecessary and unnatural activity, his own habits were a steady protest. If aunt Milly had been willing to support him in idleness, he would have acquiesced without a murmur in her habits of industry. This she would not do, and, moreover, insisted on his working at least half the time. If she had invested the proceeds of her labor in rich food and fine clothing, he might have endured it better; but to her pa.s.sion for work was added a most detestable thrift. She absolutely refused to pay for Wellington"s clothes, and required him to furnish a certain proportion of the family supplies. Her savings were carefully put by, and with them she had bought and paid for the modest cottage which she and her husband occupied. Under her careful hand it was always neat and clean; in summer the little yard was gay with bright-colored flowers, and woe to the heedless pickaninny who should stray into her yard and pluck a rose or a verbena! In a stout oaken chest under her bed she kept a capacious stocking, into which flowed a steady stream of fractional currency. She carried the key to this chest in her pocket, a proceeding regarded by uncle Wellington with no little disfavor. He was of the opinion--an opinion he would not have dared to a.s.sert in her presence--that his wife"s earnings were his own property; and he looked upon this stocking as a drunkard"s wife might regard the saloon which absorbed her husband"s wages.
Uncle Wellington hurried over the potato patch on the morning of the conversation above recorded, and as soon as he saw aunt Milly go away with a basket of clothes on her head, returned to the house, put on his coat, and went uptown.
He directed his steps to a small frame building fronting on the main street of the village, at a point where the street was intersected by one of the several creeks meandering through the town, cooling the air, providing numerous swimming-holes for the amphibious small boy, and furnishing water-power for grist-mills and saw-mills. The rear of the building rested on long brick pillars, built up from the bottom of the steep bank of the creek, while the front was level with the street. This was the office of Mr. Matthew Wright, the sole representative of the colored race at the bar of Chinquapin County. Mr. Wright came of an "old issue" free colored family, in which, though the negro blood was present in an attenuated strain, a line of free ancestry could be traced beyond the Revolutionary War. He had enjoyed exceptional opportunities, and enjoyed the distinction of being the first, and for a long time the only colored lawyer in North Carolina. His services were frequently called into requisition by impecunious people of his own race; when they had money they went to white lawyers, who, they shrewdly conjectured, would have more influence with judge or jury than a colored lawyer, however able.
Uncle Wellington found Mr. Wright in his office. Having inquired after the health of the lawyer"s family and all his relations in detail, uncle Wellington asked for a professional opinion.
"Mistah Wright, ef a man"s wife got money, whose money is dat befo" de law--his"n er her"n?"
The lawyer put on his professional air, and replied:----
"Under the common law, which in default of special legislative enactment is the law of North Carolina, the personal property of the wife belongs to her husband."
"But dat don" jes" tech de p"int, suh. I wuz axin" "bout money."
"You see, uncle Wellington, your education has not rendered you familiar with legal phraseology. The term "personal property" or "estate"
embraces, according to Blackstone, all property other than land, and therefore includes money. Any money a man"s wife has is his, constructively, and will be recognized as his actually, as soon as he can secure possession of it."
"Dat is ter say, suh--my eddication don" quite "low me ter understan"
dat--dat is ter say"----
"That is to say, it "s yours when you get it. It is n"t yours so that the law will help you get it; but on the other hand, when you once lay your hands on it, it is yours so that the law won"t take it away from you."
Uncle Wellington nodded to express his full comprehension of the law as expounded by Mr. Wright, but scratched his head in a way that expressed some disappointment. The law seemed to wobble. Instead of enabling him to stand up fearlessly and demand his own, it threw him back upon his own efforts; and the prospect of his being able to overpower or outwit aunt Milly by any ordinary means was very poor.
He did not leave the office, but hung around awhile as though there were something further he wished to speak about. Finally, after some discursive remarks about the crops and politics, he asked, in an offhand, disinterested manner, as though the thought had just occurred to him:----
"Mistah Wright, w"ile"s we "re talkin" "bout law matters, what do it cos" ter git a defoce?"
"That depends upon circ.u.mstances. It is n"t altogether a matter of expense. Have you and aunt Milly been having trouble?"
"Oh no, suh; I was jes" a-wond"rin"."
"You see," continued the lawyer, who was fond of talking, and had nothing else to do for the moment, "a divorce is not an easy thing to get in this State under any circ.u.mstances. It used to be the law that divorce could be granted only by special act of the legislature; and it is but recently that the subject has been relegated to the jurisdiction of the courts."
Uncle Wellington understood a part of this, but the answer had not been exactly to the point in his mind.
"S"pos"n", den, jes" fer de argyment, me an" my ole "oman sh"d fall out en wanter separate, how could I git a defoce?"
"That would depend on what you quarreled about. It "s pretty hard work to answer general questions in a particular way. If you merely wished to separate, it would n"t be necessary to get a divorce; but if you should want to marry again, you would have to be divorced, or else you would be guilty of bigamy, and could be sent to the penitentiary. But, by the way, uncle Wellington, when were you married?"
"I got married "fo" de wah, when I was livin" down on Rockfish Creek."
"When you were in slavery?"
"Yas, suh."
"Did you have your marriage registered after the surrender?"
"No, suh; never knowed nuffin" "bout dat."
After the war, in North Carolina and other States, the freed people who had sustained to each other the relation of husband and wife as it existed among slaves, were required by law to register their consent to continue in the marriage relation. By this simple expedient their former marriages of convenience received the sanction of law, and their children the seal of legitimacy. In many cases, however, where the parties lived in districts remote from the larger towns, the ceremony was neglected, or never heard of by the freedmen.
"Well," said the lawyer, "if that is the case, and you and aunt Milly should disagree, it would n"t be necessary for you to get a divorce, even if you should want to marry again. You were never legally married."
"So Milly ain"t my lawful wife, den?"
"She may be your wife in one sense of the word, but not in such a sense as to render you liable to punishment for bigamy if you should marry another woman. But I hope you will never want to do anything of the kind, for you have a very good wife now."
Uncle Wellington went away thoughtfully, but with a feeling of unaccustomed lightness and freedom. He had not felt so free since the memorable day when he had first heard of the Emanc.i.p.ation Proclamation.
On leaving the lawyer"s office, he called at the workshop of one of his friends, Peter Williams, a shoemaker by trade, who had a brother living in Ohio.
"Is you hearn f"m Sam lately?" uncle Wellington inquired, after the conversation had drifted through the usual generalities.
"His mammy got er letter f"m "im las" week; he "s livin" in de town er Groveland now."
"How "s he gittin" on?"
"He says he gittin" on monst"us well. He "low ez how he make five dollars a day w"ite-washin", an" have all he kin do."
The shoemaker related various details of his brother"s prosperity, and uncle Wellington returned home in a very thoughtful mood, revolving in his mind a plan of future action. This plan had been vaguely a.s.suming form ever since the professor"s lecture, and the events of the morning had brought out the detail in bold relief.
Two days after the conversation with the shoemaker, aunt Milly went, in the afternoon, to visit a sister of hers who lived several miles out in the country. During her absence, which lasted until nightfall, uncle Wellington went uptown and purchased a cheap oilcloth valise from a shrewd son of Israel, who had penetrated to this locality with a stock of notions and cheap clothing. Uncle Wellington had his purchase done up in brown paper, and took the parcel under his arm. Arrived at home he unwrapped the valise, and thrust into its capacious jaws his best suit of clothes, some underwear, and a few other small articles for personal use and adornment. Then he carried the valise out into the yard, and, first looking cautiously around to see if there was any one in sight, concealed it in a clump of bushes in a corner of the yard.
It may be inferred from this proceeding that uncle Wellington was preparing for a step of some consequence. In fact, he had fully made up his mind to go to the North; but he still lacked the most important requisite for traveling with comfort, namely, the money to pay his expenses. The idea of tramping the distance which separated him from the promised land of liberty and equality had never occurred to him. When a slave, he had several times been importuned by fellow servants to join them in the attempt to escape from bondage, but he had never wanted his freedom badly enough to walk a thousand miles for it; if he could have gone to Canada by stage-coach, or by rail, or on horseback, with stops for regular meals, he would probably have undertaken the trip. The funds he now needed for his journey were in aunt Milly"s chest. He had thought a great deal about his right to this money. It was his wife"s savings, and he had never dared to dispute, openly, her right to exercise exclusive control over what she earned; but the lawyer had a.s.sured him of his right to the money, of which he was already constructively in possession, and he had therefore determined to possess himself actually of the coveted stocking. It was impracticable for him to get the key of the chest. Aunt Milly kept it in her pocket by day and under her pillow at night. She was a light sleeper, and, if not awakened by the abstraction of the key, would certainly have been disturbed by the unlocking of the chest. But one alternative remained, and that was to break open the chest in her absence.
There was a revival in progress at the colored Methodist church. Aunt Milly was as energetic in her religion as in other respects, and had not missed a single one of the meetings. She returned at nightfall from her visit to the country and prepared a frugal supper. Uncle Wellington did not eat as heartily as usual. Aunt Milly perceived his want of appet.i.te, and spoke of it. He explained it by saying that he did not feel very well.
"Is you gwine ter chu"ch ter-night?" inquired his wife.