He did not dare to say that the quaint frock she was then wearinga plain checked household gingham used for childrens pinafores, with its ribbons of the same pattern, gathered in bows at the smart apron pocketshad become a part of her beauty, for he was already hopelessly conscious that she was lovely in anything, and he might be impelled to say so. He thanked her gravely and earnestly, but without gallantry or effusion, and had the satisfaction of seeing the mischief in her eyes increase in proportion to his seriousness, and heard her say with affected concern: Bear up, connle! Dont let it worry yo till the time comes, and took his leave.
On the following Sunday he was present at the Redlands Episcopal Church, and after the service stood with outward composure but some inward chafing among the gallant youth who, after the local fashion, had ranged themselves outside the doors of the building. He was somewhat surprised to find Mr. Champney, evidently as much out of place as himself, but less self-contained, waiting in the crowd of expectant cavaliers. Although convinced that the young Englishman had come only to see Miss Sally, he was glad to share his awkward isolation with another stranger, and greeted him pleasantly. The Dows pew, being nearer to the entrance than the Reeds, gave up its occupants first. Colonel Courtland lifted his hat to Miss Miranda and her niece at the same moment that Champney moved forward and ranged himself beside them. Miss Sally, catching Courtlands eye, showed the whites of her own in a backward glance of mischievous significance to indicate the following Reeds. When they approached, Courtland joined them, and finding himself beside Miss Octavia entered into conversation. Apparently the suppressed passion and sardonic melancholy of that dark-eyed young lady spurred him to a lighter, gayer humor even in proportion as Miss Sallys good-natured levity and sunny practicality always made him serious. They presently fell to the rear with other couples, and were soon quite alone.
A little haughty, but tall and erect in her well-preserved black grenadine dress, which gave her the appearance of a youthful but implacable widow, Miss Reed declared she had not seen the connle for a coons age, and certainly had not expected to have the honor of his company as long as there were niggers to be elevated or painted to look like white men. She hoped that he and paw and Sally Dows were happy! They hadnt yet got so far as to put up a nigger preacher in the place of Mr. Symes, their rector, but she understood that there was some talk of running Hannibal JohnsonMiss Dows coachmanfor county judge next year! No! she had not heard that the connle HIMSELF had thought of running for the office! He might laugh at her as much as he likedhe seemed to be in better spirits than when she first saw himonly she would like to know if it was Nothn style to laugh coming home from church? Of course if it WAS she would have to adopt it with the Fourteenth Amendment. But, just now, she noticed the folks were staring at them, and Miss Sally Dows had turned round to look. Nevertheless, Miss Octavias sallow cheek nearest the colonelthe sunny sidehad taken a faint brunettes flush, and the corners of her proud mouth were slightly lifted.
But, candidly, Miss Reed, dont you think that you would prefer to have old Hannibal, whom you know, as county judge, than a stranger and a Northern man like ME?
Miss Reeds dark eyes glanced sideways at the handsome face and elegant figure beside her. Something like a saucy smile struggled to her thin lips.
There mightnt be much to choose, Connle.
I admit it. We should both acknowledge our mistress, and be like wax in her hands.
Yo ought to make that pooty speech to Sally Dows, shes generally mistress around here. But, she added, suddenly fixing her eyes on him, how does it happen that yo aint walking with her instead of that Englishman? Yo know that its as plain as day that he took that land over there just to be near her, when he was no longer agent.
But Courtland was always master of himself and quite at ease regarding Miss Sally when not in that ladys presence. You forget, he said smilingly, that Im still a stranger and knew little of the local gossip; and if I did know it, I am afraid we didnt bargain to buy up with the LAND Mr. Champneys personal interest in the LANDLADY.
Yo d have had your hands full, for I reckon shes pooty heavily mortgaged in that fashion, already, returned Miss Reed with mere badinage than spitefulness in the suggestion. And Mr. Champney was run pooty close by a French cousin of hers when he was here. Yo havent got any French books to lend me, connlehave yo? Paw says you read a heap of French, and I find it mighty hard to keep up MY practice since I left the Convent at St. Louis, for paw dont knew what sort of books to order, and I reckon he makes awful mistakes sometimes.
The conversation here turning upon polite literature, it appeared that Miss Octavias French reading, through a shy, proud innocence and an imperfect knowledge of the wicked subtleties of the language, was somewhat broad and unconventional for a young lady. Courtland promised to send her some books, and even ventured to suggest some American and English novels not intensely Nothn nor metaphysicalaccording to the accepted Southern beliefs. A new respect and pitying interest in this sullen, solitary girl, cramped by tradition, and bruised rather than enlightened by sad experiences, came over him. He found himself talking quite confidentially to the lifted head, arched eyebrows, and aquiline nose beside him, and even thinking what a handsome high-bred BROTHER she might have been to some one. When they had reached the house, in compliance with the familiar custom, he sat down on one of the lower steps of the veranda, while she, shaking out her skirt, took a seat a step or two above him. This enabled him, after the languid local fashion, to lean on his elbow and gaze up into the eyes of the young lady, while she with equal languor looked down upon him. But in the present instance Miss Reed leaned forward suddenly, and darting a sharp quick glance into his very consciousness said:
And yo mean to say, connle, theres nothing between yo and Sally Dows?
Courtland neither flushed, trembled, grew confused, nor prevaricated.
We are good friends, I think, he replied quietly, without evasion or hesitation.
Miss Reed looked at him thoughtfully, I reckon that is soand no more. And thats why yo ve been so lucky in everything, she said slowly.
I dont think I quite understand, returned Courtland, smiling. Is this a paradoxor a consolation?
Its the TRUTH, said Miss Reed gravely. Those who try to be anything more to Sally Dows lose their luck.
That isare rejected by her. Is she really so relentless? continued Courtland gayly.
I mean that they lose their luck in everything. Something is sure to happen. And SHE cant help it either.
Is this a Sibylline warning, Miss Reed?
No. Its nigger superstition. It came from Mammy Judy, Sallys old nurse. Its part of their regular Hoo-doo. She bewitched Miss Sally when she was a baby, so that everybody is bound to HER as long as they care for her, and she isnt bound to THEM in any way. All their luck goes to her as soon as the spell is on them, she added darkly.
I think I know the rest, returned Courtland with still greater solemnity. You gather the buds of the witch-hazel in April when the moon is full. You then pluck three hairs from the young ladys right eyebrow when she isnt looking
I think I know the rest, returned Courtland with still greater solemnity. You gather the buds of the witch-hazel in April when the moon is full. You then pluck three hairs from the young ladys right eyebrow when she isnt looking
Yo can laugh, connle, for yo re luckybecause yo re free.
Im not so sure of that, he said gallantly, for I ought to be riding at this moment over to the Infirmary to visit my Sunday sick. If being made to pleasantly forget ones time and duty is a sign of witchcraft I am afraid Mammy Judys enchantments were not confined to only one Southern young lady.
The sound of quick footsteps on the gravel path caused them both to look up. A surly looking young fellow, ostentatiously booted and spurred, and carrying a heavy rawhide riding-whip in his swinging hand, was approaching them. Deliberately, yet with uneasy self-consciousness, ignoring the presence of Courtland, he nodded abruptly to Miss Reed, ascended the steps, brushed past them both without pausing, and entered the house.
Is that yor manners, Mr. Tom? called the young lady after him, a slight flush rising to her sallow cheek. The young man muttered something from the hall which Courtland did not catch. Its Cousin Tom Higbee, she explained half disdainfully. Hes had some ugliness with his horse, I reckon; but paw ought to teach him how to behave. AndI dont think he likes Nothn men, she added gravely.
Courtland, who had kept his temper with his full understanding of the intruders meaning, smiled as he took Miss Reeds hand in parting. Thats quite enough explanation, and I dont know why it shouldnt be even an apology.
Yet the incident left little impression on him as he strolled back to Redlands. It was not the first time he had tasted the dregs of former sectional hatred in incivility and discourtesy, but as it seldom came from his old personal antagoniststhe soldiersand was confined to the callow youth, previous non-combatants and politicians, he could afford to overlook it. He did not see Miss Sally during the following week.
CHAPTER IV
On the next Sunday he was early at church. But he had perhaps accented the occasion by driving there in a light buggy behind a fast thoroughbred, possibly selected more to the taste of a smart cavalry officer than an agricultural superintendent. He was already in a side pew, his eyes dreamily fixed on the prayer-book ledge before him, when there was a rustle at the church door, and a thrill of curiosity and admiration passed over the expectant congregation. It was the entrance of the Dows party, Miss Sally well to the fore. She was in her new clothes, the latest fashion in Louisville, the latest but two in Paris and New York.
It was over twenty years ago. I shall not imperil the effect of that lovely vision by recalling to the eye of to-day a fashion of yesterday. Enough, that it enabled her to set her sweet face and vapory golden hair in a horseshoe frame of delicate flowers, and to lift her oval chin out of a bewildering mist of tulle. Nor did a certain light polonaise conceal the outlines of her charming figure. Even those who were constrained to whisper to each other that Miss Sally must be now going on twenty-five, did so because she still carried the slender graces of seventeen. The organ swelled as if to welcome her; as she took her seat a ray of sunlight, that would have been cruel and searching to any other complexion, drifted across the faint pink of her cheeks, and nestling in her nebulous hair became itself transfigured. A few stained-glass Virtues on the windows did not come out of this effulgence as triumphantly, and it was small wonder that the devotional eyes of the worshipers wandered from them to the face of Sally Dows.
When the service was over, as the congregation filed slowly into the aisle, Courtland slipped mutely behind her. As she reached the porch he said in an undertone:
I brought my horse and buggy. I thought you might possibly allow me to driveBut he was stopped by a distressful knitting of her golden brows. No, she said quickly, but firmly, you must notit wont do. As Courtland hesitated in momentary perplexity, she smiled sweetly: Well walk round by the cemetery, if you like; it will take about as long as a drive. Courtland vanished, gave hurried instructions and a dollar to a lounging negro, and rejoined Miss Sally as the delighted and proud freedman drove out of the gate. Miss Sally heaved a slight sigh as the gallant equipage passed. It was a mighty pooty turnout, connle, and Id have just admired to go, but it would have been rather hard on the other folks. Theres the Reeds and Maxwells and Robertsons that are too pooah to keep blood horses, and too proud to ride behind anything else. It wouldnt be the right thing for us to go whirling by, scattering our dust over them. There was something so subtly pleasant in this implied partnership of responsibility, that Courtland forgot the abrupt refusal and thought only of the tact that prompted it. Nevertheless, here a spell seemed to fall upon his usually ready speech. Now that they were together for the first time in a distinctly social fashion, he found himself vacantly, meaninglessly silent, content to walk beside this charming, summery presence, brushed by its delicate draperies, and inhaling its freshness. Presently it spoke.
It would take more than a thousand feet of lumber to patch up the cowsheds beyond the Moseley pasture, and an entirely new building with an improved dairy would require only about two thousand more. All the old material would come in good for fencing, and could be used with the new post and rails. Dont yo think it would be better to have an out-and-out new building?
Yes, certainly, returned Courtland a little confusedly. He had not calculated upon this practical conversation, and was the more disconcerted as they were passing some of the other couples, who had purposely lingered to overhear them.
And, continued the young girl brightly, the freight question is getting to be a pretty serious one. Aunt Miranda holds some shares in the Briggsville branch line, and thinks something could be done with the directors for a new tariff of charges if she put a pressure on them; Tyler says that there was some talk of their reducing it one sixteenth per cent. before we move this years crop.
Courtland glanced quickly at his companions face. It was grave, but there was the faintest wrinkling of the corner of the eyelid nearest him. Had we not better leave these serious questions until to-morrow? he said, smiling.
Miss Sally opened her eyes demurely. Why, yo seemed SO quiet, I reckoned yo must be full of business this morning; but if yo prefer company talk, well change the subject. They say that yo and Miss Reed didnt have much trouble to find one last Sunday. She dont usually talk much, but she keeps up a power of thinking. I should reckon, she added, suddenly eying him critically, that yo and she might have a heap o things to say to each other. Shes a good deal in yo fashion, connle, she dont forget, butmore slowlyI dont know that THATS altogether the best thing for YO!
Courtland lifted his eyes with affected consternation. If this is in the light of another mysterious warning, Miss Dows, I warn you that my intellect is already tottering with them. Last Sunday Miss Reed thrilled me for an hour with superstition and Cassandra-like prophecy. Dont things ever happen accidentally here, and without warning?
I mean, returned the young lady with her usual practical directness, that Tave Reed remembers a good many horrid things about the wah that she ought to forget, but dont. But, she continued, looking at him curiously, she allows she was mighty cut up by her cousins manner to yo.