HE next morning at breakfast Alfred Bishop1 announced his intention of going to Atlanta to talk to Perkins, and incidentally to call on his brother William, who was a successful wholesale3 merchant in that city.
"I believe I would," said Mrs. Bishop. "Maybe William will tell you what to do."
"I'd see Perkins fust," advised Abner Daniel. "Ef I felt shore Perkins had buncoed me I'd steer4 cleer o' William. I'd hate to heer 'im let out on that subject. He's made his pile by keepin' a sharp lookout5."
"I hain't had no reason to think I have been lied to," said Bishop, doggedly6, as he poured his coffee into his saucer and shook it about to cool. "A body could hear his death-knell rung every minute ef he'd jest listen to old women an'—"
"Old bachelors," interpolated Abner. "I reckon they are alike. The longer a man lives without a woman the more he gits like one. I reckon that's beca'se the man 'at lives with one don't see nothin' wuth copyin' in 'er, an' vice-a-versy."
Mrs. Bishop had never been an appreciative7 listener to her brother's philosophy. She ignored what he had just said and its accompanying smile, which was always Abner's subtle apology for such observations.
"Are you goin' to tell Adele about the railroad?" she asked.
"I reckon I won't tell 'er to git up a' excursion over it,'fore8 the cross-ties is laid," retorted Bishop, sharply, and Abner Daniel laughed—that sort of response being in his own vein9.
"I was goin' to say," pursued the softly treading wife, "that I wouldn't mention it to 'er, ef—ef—Mr. Perkins ain't to be relied on, beca'se she worries enough already about our pore way o' livin' compared to her uncle's folks. Ef she knowed how I spent last night she'd want to come back. But I ain't a-goin' to let brother Ab skeer me yet. It is jest too awful to think about. What on earth would we do? What would we, I say?"
That afternoon Bishop was driven to Darley by a negro boy who was to bring the buggy back home. He first repaired to a barber-shop, where he was shaved, had his hair cut, and his shoes blacked; then he went to the station half an hour before time and impatiently walked up and down the platform till the train arrived.
It was six o'clock when he reached Atlanta and made his way through the jostling crowd in the big passenger depot10 out into the streets. He had his choice of going at once to the residence of his brother, on Peachtree Street, the most fashionable avenue of the city, or looking up Perkins in his office. He decided11 to unburden his mind by at once calling on the lawyer, whose office was in a tall building quite near at hand.
It was the hour at which Perkins usually left for home, but the old planter found him in.
"Oh, it's you, Mr. Bishop," he said, suavely12, as he rose from his desk in the dingy13, disordered little room with its single window. He pushed a chair forward. "Sit down; didn't know you were in town. At your brother's, I reckon. How are the crops up the road? Too much rain last month, I'm afraid."
Bishop sank wearily into the chair. He had tired himself out thinking over what he would say to the man before him and with the awful contemplation of what the man might say to him.
"They are doin' as well as can be expected," he made answer; but he didn't approve of even that platitude14, for he was plain and outspoken15, and hadn't come all that distance for a mere16 exchange of courtesies. Still, he lacked the faculty17 to approach easily the subject which had grown so heavy within the last twenty-four hours, and of which he now almost stood in terror.
"Well, that's good," returned Perkins. He took up a pen as he resumed his seat, and began to touch it idly to the broad nail of his thumb. He was a swarthy man of fifty-five or sixty, rather tall and slender, with a bald head that sloped back sharply from heavy, jutting18 brows, under which a pair of keen, black eyes shone and shifted. "Come down to see your daughter," he said. "Good thing for her that you have a brother in town. By-the-way, he's a fine type of a man. He's making headway, too; his trade is stretching out in all directions—funny how different you two are! He seems to take to a swallow-tail coat and good cigars like a duck to water, while you want the open sky above you, sweet-smelling fields around, an' fishing, hunting, sowing, reaping, and chickens—fat, juicy ones, like your wife fried when I was there. And her apple-butter! Ice-cream can' t hold a candle to it."
"I 'lowed I'd see William 'fore I went back," said Bishop, rather irrelevantly19, and, for the lack of something else to do, he took out his eye-glasses and perched them on his sharp nose, only, on discovering the inutility of the act, to restore them clumsily to his pocket. He was trying to persuade himself, in the silence that followed, that, if the lawyer had known of his trade with the Tompkins heirs, he would naturally have alluded20 to it. Then, seeing that Perkins was staring at him rather fixedly21, he said—it was a verbal plunge22: "I bought some more timber-land yesterday!"
"Oh, you did? That's good." Perkins's eyes fluttered once or twice before his gaze steadied itself on the face of the man before him. "Well, as I told you, Mr. Bishop, that sort of a thing is a good investment. I reckon it's already climbing up a little, ain't it?"
"Not much yet." It struck Bishop that he had given the lawyer a splendid opportunity to speak of the chief cause for an advance in value, and his heart felt heavier as he finished. "But I took quite a slice the last time—five thousand acres at the old figure, you know—a dollar a acre."
"You don't say! That was a slice."
Bishop drew himself up in his chair and inhaled23 a deep breath. It was as if he took into himself in that way the courage to make his next remark.
"I got it from the Tompkins estate."
"You don't say. I didn't know they had that much on hand."
There was a certain skill displayed in the lawyer's choice of questions and observations that somehow held him aloof24 from the unlettered man, and there was, too, something in his easy, bland25 manner that defied the open charge of underhand dealing26, and yet Bishop had not paid out his railroad fare for nothing. He was not going back to his home-circle no wiser than when he left it. His next remark surprised himself; it was bluntness hardened by despair.
"Sence I bought the land I've accidentally heerd that you are some kin2 o' that family."
Perkins started slightly and raised his brows.
"Oh yes; on my wife's side, away off, some way or other. I believe the original Tompkins that settled there from Virginia was my wife's grandfather. I never was much of a hand to go into such matters."
The wily lawyer had erected27 as strong a verbal fence as was possible on such short notice, and for a moment it looked as if Bishop's frankness would not attempt to surmount28 it; but it did, in a fashion.
"When I heerd that, Perkins, it was natural fer me to wonder why you, you see—why you didn't tell them about the railroad."
The sallow features of the lawyer seemed to stiffen29. He drew himself up coldly and a wicked expression flashed in his eyes.
"Take my advice, old man," he snarled30, as he threw down his pen and stared doggedly into Bishop's face, "stick to your farming and don't waste your time asking a professional lawyer questions which have no bearing on your business whatever. Now, really, do I have to explain to you my personal reasons for not favoring the Tompkins people with a—I may say—any piece of information?"
Bishop was now as white as death; his worst suspicions were confirmed; he was a ruined man; there was no further doubt about that. Suddenly he felt unable to bridle31 the contemptuous fury that raged within him.
"I think I know why you didn't tell 'em," was what he hurled32 at the lawyer.
"You think you do."
"Yes, it was beca'se you knowed no road was goin' to be built. You told Pete Mosely the same tale you did me, an' Abe Tompkins unloaded on 'im. That's a way you have o' doin' business."
Perkins stood up. He took his silk hat from the top of his desk and put it on. "Oh yes, old man," he sneered33, "I'm a terribly dishonest fellow; but I've got company in this world. Now, really, the only thing that has worried me has been your unchristian act in buying all that land from the Tompkins heirs at such a low figure when the railroad will advance its value so greatly. Mr. Bishop, I thought you were a good Methodist."
"Oh, you kin laugh an' jeer34 all you like," cried Bishop, "but I can handle you fer this."
"You are not as well versed35 in the law as you are in fertilizers, Mr. Bishop," sneered the lawyer. "In order to make a case against me, you'd have to publicly betray a matter I told to you in confidence, and then what would you gain? I doubt if the court would force me to explain a private matter like this where the interests of my clients are concerned. And if the court did, I could simply show the letters I have regarding the possible construction of a railroad in your section. If you remember rightly, I did not say the thing was an absolute certainty. On top of all this, you'd be obliged to prove collusion between me and the Tompkins heirs over a sale made by their attorney, Mr. Trabue. There is one thing certain, Mr. Bishop, and that is that you have forfeited36 your right to any further confidence in this matter. If the road is built you 'll find out about it with the rest of your people. You think you acted wisely in attacking me this way, but you have simply cut off your nose to spite your face. Now I have a long car-ride before me, and it's growing late."
Bishop stood up. He was quivering as with palsy. His voice shook and rang like that of a madman.
"You are a scoundrel, Perkins," he said—"a dirty black snake in the grass. I want to tell you that."
"Well, I hope you won't make any charge for it."
"No, it's free." Bishop turned to the door. There was a droop37 upon his whole body. He dragged his feet as he moved out into the unlighted corridor, where he paused irresolutely38. So great was his agony that he almost obeyed an impulse to go back and fall at the feet of Perkins and implore39 his aid to rescue him and his family from impending40 ruin. The lawyer was moving about the room, closing his desk and drawing down the window-shade. Up from the street came the clanging of locomotive bells under the car-shed, the whir of street-cars, the clatter41 of cabs on the cobble-stones.
"It's no use," sighed Bishop, as he made his way down-stairs. "I'm ruined—Alan an' Adele hain't a cent to their names, an' that devil—" Bishop paused on the first landing like an animal at bay. He heard the steady step of Perkins on the floor above, and for a moment his fingers tingled42 with the thought of waiting there in the darkness and choking the life out of the subtle scoundrel who had taken advantage of his credulity.
But with a groan43 that was half a prayer he went on down the steps and out into the lighted streets. At the first corner he saw a car which would take him to his brother's, and he hastened to catch it.
William Bishop's house was a modern brick structure, standing44 on a well-clipped lawn which held a gothic summer-house and two or three marble statues. It was in the best portion of the avenue. Reaching it, the planter left the car and approached the iron gate which opened on to the granite45 steps leading up the terrace. It was now quite dark and many pedestrians46 were hurrying homeward along the sidewalks. Obeying a sudden impulse, the old man irresolutely passed by the gate and walked farther up the street. He wanted to gain time, to think whether it would be best for him in his present state of mind to meet those fashionable relatives—above all, his matter-of-fact, progressive brother.
"Somehow I don't feel one bit like it," he mused47. "I couldn't tell William. He'd think I wanted to borrow money an' ud git skeerd right off. He always was afeerd I'd mismanage. An' then I'd hate to sp'ile Adele's visit, an' she could tell thar was some'n wrong by me bein' heer in sech a flurry. I reckon I do show it. How could a body he'p it? Oh, my Lord, have mercy! It's all gone, all—all me'n Betsy has saved."
He turned at the corner of his brother's property and slowly retraced48 his halting steps to the gate, but he did not pause, continuing his way back towards the station. A glance at the house showed that all the lower rooms were lighted, as well as the big prismatic lamp that hung over the front door. Bishop saw forms in light summer clothing on the wide veranda49. "I 'll bet that tallest one is Sis," he said, pathetically. "I jest wish I could see 'er a little while. Maybe it ud stop this awful hurtin' a little jest to look at 'er an' heer 'er laugh like she always did at home. She'd be brave; she wouldn't cry an' take on; but it would hurt 'er away down in 'er heart, especially when she's mixin' with sech high-flyers an' money-spenders. Lord, what 'll I do fer cash to send 'er next month? I'm the land-porest man in my county."
As he went along he passed several fashionable hotels, from which orchestral music came. Through the plate-glass windows he saw men and women, amid palms and flowers, dining in evening dress and sparkling jewels.
Reaching the station, he inquired about a train to Darley, and was told that one left at midnight. He decided to take it, and in the mean time he would have nothing to occupy him. He was not hungry; the travel and worry had killed his appetite; but he went into a little caf? across the street from the depot and ordered a sandwich and a cup of coffee. He drank the coffee at a gulp50, but the food seemed to stick in his throat. After this he went into the waiting-room, which was thronged51 with tired women holding babies in their arms, and roughly clad emigrants52 with packs and oil-cloth bags. He sat in one of the iron-armed seats without moving till he heard his train announced, and then he went into the smoking-car and sat down in a corner.
He reached Darley at half-past three in the morning and went to the only hotel in the place. The sleepy night-clerk rose from his lounge behind the counter in the office and assigned him to a room to which a colored boy, vigorously rubbing his eyes, conducted him. Left alone in his room, he sat down on the edge of his bed and started to undress, but with a sigh he stopped.
"What's the use o' me lyin' down almost at daybreak?" he asked himself. "I mought as well be on the way home. I cayn't sleep nohow."
Blowing out his lamp, he went down-stairs and roused the clerk again. "Will I have to pay fer that bed ef I don't use it?" he questioned.
"Why, no, Mr. Bishop," said the clerk.
"Well, I believe I 'll start out home."
"Is your team in town?" asked the clerk.
"The team I'm a-goin' to use is. I'm goin' to foot it. I've done the like before this."
"Well, it's a purty tough stretch," smiled the clerk. "But the roads are good."
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