But it does not enter the province of this short sketch5 to give a history of the old town with its factories scattered along short canals, fed from the river, its traditions reaching back into the early days of the settling of Georgia—its "lover's leap" on the brink of a wide creek6, a cliff of gray rocks with lovely maidenhair ferns growing thickly around its base—but of the Galers living across the river from it in the midst of their small kingdom, surrounded by their black retainers, and of an old love story.
The house was big and white and squarely built, with the piazzas—without which no Southern house would have seemed complete—wide halls and large rooms belonging to a certain period of colonial architecture. The lower hall was ornamented8 with the antlers of a stag or two, some leopard-skin rugs, and with a stuffed owl9 perched above the door. The rooms wrere sparely furnished after the stiff fashion of the day, but linen10 closets and clothes-presses were full and overflowing11; for there wrere swift spinners and skillful weavers12 among the negro women on the place, and a careful mistress to look after them. In the rear of the main dwelling13 were the negro quarters, and off at one side the barns and stables. The grassy14 lawn was shaded with fine old oaks and mimosa trees. In the back yard the little negroes disported15, and a dozen hounds had their kennels16; for Mr. Jabez Galer was fond of riding forth17 over the river hills in the early dawn, with dogs and gun and hunting-horn. His family consisted of himself, his meek18, gentle sister, Miss Jane, and his grand-daughter, fair Pamela.
Mr. Jabez Galer was a character in his day and generation. He was impulsive19 and could be generous, but had a most tyrannical will and a violent temper. He ruled his household like an autocrat20. There was something domineering in his very tread, the roll of his keen eye, the fit of the white linen arraying his portly person. He was a rather fine-looking old man, gray-haired and blue-eyed, and with evidences of good living in every line of his clean-shaven face. No man could be more genial21 than he when in a good humor, or appreciate a story or a joke more keenly; and he was kind to his negroes. True, they did not dare disobey him without expecting and receiving punishment, and they worked hard; but they were well clothed, housed and fed, and enjoyed their regular holidays and merrymakings.
Mr. Galer's doors were always open to the wandering prospector22, the trader, the itinerant23 preacher, or, indeed, to any one who claimed his hospitality and seemed worthy24 of it, and his sister and granddaughter were free to entertain or be entertained by the society of Roswell; but his guests sometimes came in contact with his imperious will or his temper. To show what manner of man he was one experience is herein given:
A Kentucky horse-trader stopped at the house one night, and long after the other members of the family had retired25 he sat in the dining-room with his host drinking wine and telling stories. They both grew somewhat excited as the mellow26 vintage warmed their fancies. They told adventures of youthful gallantry. Mr. Galer had, in his time, figured prominently in society as a beau, dancing and paying compliments; and the Kentuckian admitted that he had also once felt proud of his nimble-footedness in treading the cotillon. He was invited to give an example of his skill, but declined. His host insisted, but he laughed contemptuously at the idea. Old Jabez Galer's choler rose. He went to the dining-room door and shouted for his own special servant, Elbert.
"Elbert, hey there! Elbert, you rascal27, bring down your fiddle28!"
An old negro man stumbled down the back stairway and into the room, rubbing open his sleepy eyes, a much abused and battered29 violin under his arm. He looked older than his master, his woolly head quite white, a complex tracery of wrinkles covering his shrewd black face; but he seemed active and strong, and betrayed not the slightest surprise at the midnight summons.
"Mars Galer up tu some mischief30, sho'," he muttered, sitting down, with his feet drawn31 up under him, and beginning to tune32 the violin. He gave a few preparatory scrapes across the strings33, and then began to play the old inspiring tunes34 his dusky people had danced to round many a brightly blazing bonfire, or in the light of the full moon. Mr. Galer turned the key in the door, reached down the gun resting in a rack above it, and deliberately35 leveled it at his astonished guest.
"Now dance, or I'll put a bullet through your head."
The Kentuckian was not a coward, but he had no weapon—how he longed for the pistols in his saddle-bags!—and realized that his host might do him mischief if not humored.
It was a curious scene, an extremely ludicrous one. The candles, set in tall, brass36 candlesticks, sputtered37 and flared38, the tallow melting down in a little gutter39 on one side. They cast only an uncertain, flickering40 light over the room, and the tall, awkward Kentuckian, in creaking boots, shuffled41 over the bare floor until the house fairly trembled, and Miss Jane turned on her high feather bed in a chamber42 above, wondering what unseemly sport could be going on. But the victim of Mr. Galer's whims43 was a wary44 man and given to dissimulation45 when occasion required. He appeared to find such humor in the situation that his host was thrown entirely46 off guard and allowed the gun to rest negligently47 on the table in front of him. In a twinkling it was snatched from his loosened grasp, and the Kentuckian stood between him and the door.
"Now you try your skill awhile, Mr. Galer, or you may play best man at the funeral," he said, grimly.
It was a neat revenge, and instead of trying to rouse the household to his protection Mr. Galer promptly48 began to keep time to the music with slow, old-fashioned steps. But he had lost the lightness and skill of his youth, and, soon exhausted49, had to beg for mercy. Elbert's eyes twinkled in secret glee over his master's discomfiture50, and he played a livelier strain than ever. Mr. Galer and the trader parted the next morning in the friendliest manner, and he told the story of his defeat with the keenest appreciation51.
With such a disposition52 to override53 all opposition54 to his wishes and desires, it is not to be supposed that his family had an easy life of it when wills clashed. It was only by stratagem55 that they could ever outwit him; and it was by stratagem that Pamela married the man she loved. It happened in this wise:
Adjoining Mr. Galer's plantation was one even larger and richer, belonging to Mr. Josiah Williamson, a man who had abundance of money, and was amply able to take life easy. He went away annually56 on a trip to the principal Northern cities, and even talked of some time going abroad. He and old Jabez Galer were warm friends, and it had long been understood between them that Pamela should become Mrs. Josiah Williamson when she arrived at a suitable age. At the date of this story she had reached eighteen, and her grandfather's plans for her future began to take active shape. One morning he stamped into the hall, threw his hat and riding-whip on a table, shouting in thundering tones:
"Permely! Per*me*ly! hey, Perme*lee!*"
The little negroes rolling in the sand in the back yard scampered57 away behind the kitchen, Miss Jane dropped the fine linen she was mending in the dining-room, and Elbert muttered over a half-polished boot: "Mars Jabe in one o' his tantrums 'g'in, ez I live."
"What is it, grandpa?" inquired a youthful voice from the upper hall, and Pamela stepped lightly down the broad, shallow stairs.
"Come here to me," he said, but in a softer tone; for she held the tenderest place in his heart; and she was fair enough to disarm58 even greater anger than his. She was a tall young person, with a certain charming dignity of carriage, a rather pale but lovely face, fine, pale brown hair, and steel-gray eyes. There was no vivid coloring about her, though plenty of character lay under that soft, subdued59 beauty. She was gowned in thin muslin befitting the summer day, with a narrow lace collar turned down around her slender neck. Mr. Galer laid his hands heavily on her shoulders, looking sternly into her clear eyes.
"What's this I hear about you and Sim Black?"
She looked down, and the whiteness of her face and throat turned to rose.
"I would hang my head," giving her a slight shake. "What do you suppose that young beggar had the impudence60 to do this morning when I went over to Roswell? to ask me for you—you—old Jabez Galer's grand-daughter; declared that he had always loved you, and that it was with your consent he came to me."
"Yes sir," she said, in a low tone, tracing a seam in the floor with the toe of her neat little shoe.
He stamped the floor. "Well, he'll not get you, do you hear? Do you think I raised you, educated you, to marry a miserable61 little lawyer without a rood of land or a nigger to his name? No, sirrah!"
"I thought you always intended me to be happy, sir," paling again before his wrath62, but firm.
"So I do, but you'll be happy in my way, marry the man I have selected for you, and his name is—Josiah Williamson."
She stared at him in a disconcertingly amazed, shocked way.
"Why, grandpa!"
"What's the matter, now?"
"He's as old as you are."
"He is not a year older than your aunt Jane."
"And I love Sim, dear grandpa," she pleaded.
"Don't you dare to think of him again! Williamson—"
"I will certainly not think of him," with a flash of her eyes.
"I have forbidden Black ever coming here again, and I'll wear him out with a cowhide if I ever hear of your speaking to him."
"Brother, brother," remonstrated63 Miss Jane's exasperatingly64 gentle voice from the dining-room door, her small person half hidden in an armful of mending.
"Don't 'brother' me! What have you been doing, not to look after this girl? But women are contrary creatures, all of them, and enough to drive a man distracted with their piety65 and sentimental66 foolishness!"
He went out upon the piazza7, and sat down to let his vexation cool, while Pamela was folded in her grandaunt's comforting little arms, to the detriment67 of the linen, which received a copious68 shower of tears. But if she wept she was also determined69. As old Elbert had once shrewdly said:
"Miss Pamely's er Galer, too, en got de Galer will, en de Galer temper, en things gwinter fly to pieces when she en ole Mars come tugether."
Mr. Galer sat on the piazza; but he waxed wroth every time he thought of young Black's presumption70. Stretching afar before his eyes were his own cotton-fields, girdled on one side by the winding71 curves of the Chattahoochee, and on the other by deep, green forests, and through the palpitant air of the summer noon floated a field song, chanted by the joyous72 mellow voices of his slaves. His heart swelled73 with the pride of riches. Sim Black, indeed! when Pamela could have the pick and choice of the country, by right of her beauty and her dowry. What if the young lawyer did possess a brilliant mind and an eloquent74 tongue, and culture far beyond the average man in that region? he had sprung from obscure origin, and his future honors were as yet but empty promises, while Josiah Williamson's wealth and position were solid facts.
That afternoon, as Pamela sat in her room bending listlessly over some gay patchwork75, Mammy Susannah came in, and from under the kerchief folded across her bosom76, drew a little note.
"Honey, Elbert say, fo' de lub o' de Lawd not tu let old Mars know 'e fetch dis."
Pamela sprang up, flushing and trembling, to receive her first love-letter. It was brief:
"Dearest:—As your grandfather has forbidden me to enter his house again, I shall walk by the althea hedge in your garden this evening where, I pray you, meet me.
"Your devoted77 Lover,
"JOHN SIMPSON BLACK."
Mr. Josiah Williamson came a-wooing that evening just as twilight78 fell and the whippoorwill began his plaintive79 serenade. The negroes understood his errand, from the groom80, who put up his horse, to the pickaninny peeping around the corner of the house; and there were nods and winks81 exchanged as he came nimbly up the piazza steps arrayed in his finest broadcloth and newest, tightest neck-stock.
He and Mr. Galer sat on the piazza and chatted awhile of plantation affairs, of the latest news from Washington, and of a public sale of slaves which had recently occurred in Roswell; and Miss Jane sat in the candle-lit parlor82, knitting; but Pamela had disappeared.
"Can I—ahem—speak to Miss Permely, this evening?" Mr. Williamson at last inquired. "Your note led me to hope so."
"Yes; I want that matter settled. I'll see if she's with her aunt."
But Miss Jane mused83 solitarily84 over the stocking heel, a great white winged moth85 circling about her meek head or diving ever and anon toward the flame of the candle.
"Where is Permely?" Mr. Galer inquired, frowning.
She dropped one of the long, shining needles with a clinking sound, and stooped to grope around the edge of her skirts for it.
"Why, Jabez, I don't know; I thought—"
"Leave your thoughts out of the question, Jane, and go call her. She is hiding somewhere about the house."
Miss Jane stood up and faced him, nerved to a fleeting86 courage.
"Brother, don't try to force the child into a loveless marriage. Think how young she is; think—"
"Do as I tell you, Jane; I know what is best for Permely;" and she silently obeyed.
But Mammy Susannah, hovering87 in the shadow of the stairway, had already slipped out into the garden. It was a beauty's bower88. The rising moon shone on beds of tulip and mignonette, on rows of flaunting89 hollyhocks, blue larkspur and yellow marigolds, on sweet pinks standing90 thickly in the border of the walks, and roses bending earthward under the weight of their own rich bloom and fragrance91; its silvered light fell on the althea hedge with its white and purple flowers, and on Pamela and her lover slowly pacing the walk beyond.
"Miss Pemely, honey!" Susannah called, low and cautiously.
She hurriedly withdrew her hand from Sim's clasp.
"I must go; grandpa wants me."
But he threw his arms about her to detain her a moment longer, loth to part from her so quickly. Their two young faces were almost on a level; for Black was short and dark, though strongly built, and square-shouldered, with keen black eyes, and a handsome, clean-shaven face. His eyes were alight with love's soft fire as they rested on her face.
"I cannot let you go so soon, beloved," he protested, tenderly.
"Ah, but think of grandpa's anger, should he find you here."
"It would take a stout92 heart to face it, I acknowledge," he said laughing. Then he took her face between his hands: "You'll not let them take you from me, Pamela?"
"Indeed I will not, Sim."
Her sweet eyes and mouth were kissed, and then Black vaulted93 over the low garden fence, while she hastened to the house, her light skirts brushing the tell-tale dew from flower and seeded grass, her fine, soft hair hanging damply around her throat and delicate ears.
It is not the purpose of this chronicle to give a minute account of Mr. Josiah Williamson's wooing, nor of its failure. Mr. Galer lived in a state of vexation from morning until night. He was nearly beside himself with baffled rage when he found that with characteristic family spirit Pamela declined to be cajoled or coerced94 into obedience95. All his ambitious plans threatened a total collapse96; and that the obstinacy97 of a slim young girl should be the cause made it all the more aggravating98. He thought of a hundred schemes by which he might overcome her contrary spirit, but only one appeared feasible. He chuckled99 grimly over it, and sent for Mr. Williamson to unfold his plan to him.
"I'll pretend to give my consent to her marriage with Black, set the day, invite the guests, and then contrive100 to have Sim detained over in Roswell, put in jail if it's necessary, but let Permely think he's changed his mind. Girls are touchy101 creatures, and Permely is so proud that she would marry you in a minute rather than not have a wedding at all."
It was not a situation to Mr. Williamson's liking102. He wanted no unwilling103 bride; and Pamela had shown her aversion for him so plainly that he was entirely disenchanted. But he dared not sav so. Like all of Mr. Galer's friends, he stood in wholesome104 fear of that gentleman's temper.
"Well, what do you say?" his friend impatiently demanded.
"It seems a little—er—don't you think—"
"Oh, if you don't wish to marry my grand-daughter, pray say so."
"But I do, I do," said Mr. Williamson, feeling himself a miserable coward for not protesting against deceiving the girl.
When he went away it was with the understanding that the whole matter must be kept a secret between them. But as he rode dejectedly around the corner of the garden, who should step out in front of him but Miss Jane Galer, such a sparkle of indignation in her eyes, such a flush on her delicate face, that she looked positively105 young and pretty. He stared at her, and she, without so much as a polite good-morning, said:
"I want to know, Josiah Williamson, if you are not ashamed of yourself for plotting against a young girl's happiness?"
"Blame your brother, Miss Jane—blame your brother," he said, in self-defense, having the grace to look very much ashamed of himself, though.
"You know he'd almost sell his own soul for the privilege of having his way; but you—I think you ought to have more pride than to want to marry Permely through fraud. What peace or pleasure do you think there would be in it?"
"Not much for me, I'll allow," he said, flicking106 the willow107 switch he carried at the flies swarming108 about his horse's head. "Miss Permely hasn't shown her best temper to me lately, and I don't know as I care to marry her at all. I want somebody that'll take life quietly and gently."
He looked down again at Miss Jane. She smoothed out her black silk apron109, still trembling with indignation.
"No better-tempered girl lives than Permely Galer; but think of the sore trial of being pestered110 all the time about marrying one man while she is in love with another. I heard all that brother Jabez said to you, and if you don't give up the idea of this marriage I'll tell Permely and Sim, and, more than that, I'll do all I can to help them if they want to run away."
Mr. Williamson was fascinated by her unexpected fire and spirit.
"I didn't know you were so spunky, Jane," he said, admiringly. "We used to go to school together, do you remember?"
"Why yes," she replied, surprised at the turn of his thoughts.
"You were a gentle little thing, but you had temper enough then. You look, for all the world, as you did the day Eben Sanders gave me such a thrashing."
She smiled faintly at the recollection. There were others hidden deep in her heart. Nobody knew that in those school days she had cherished many romantic fancies about Josiah Williamson, or what a blow it was to her when he went off and married a girl from another settlement. She had been on friendly terms with his wife, and had so far overcome her own feelings as to feel deeply, sincerely grieved when she died. Mr. Williamson dismounted and stood at her side.
"I don't know as I'd tell Jabez I overheard his plans if I were you. Maybe we can fix up the matter without that," he said, persuasively111.
"I cannot have Permely cheated out of her happiness," she said.
"She shall not be cheated, I promise you."
But apparently112 his promise amounted to very little, as Mr. Galer went on maturing his plans, inviting113 young Black to his house, and sending away to Atlanta for Pamela's wedding outfit114. His conscience smote115 him for his duplicity when the girl rapturously thanked him for his goodness; he wondered what she would say when she discovered the trick played upon her.
"Pshaw! she'll be glad enough for it when she comes to her senses. Women are never sane116 when they fancy they are in love."
Mr. Williamson behaved in the most discreet117 and admirable manner, showing only the interest of a familiar, elderly friend in Pamela's approaching marriage; but Miss Jane went about in a nervous, half-terrified way that attracted even her brother's attention.
"Any one would suppose that you were to be married, too!" he exclaimed one day.
"Oh, Jabez!" she gasped118, and fled from his presence, while he contemptuously muttered: "What idiots women are!"
The morning of the wedding-day dawned at last; and while the dew still hung heavy upon grass and flowers, Pamela declared that she must run over to Roswell for a piece of white ribbon. Mr. Galer frowned a little as he saw her hasten away in a crisp, white gown and a new calash, fair as the morning itself; and he grumblingly119 wondered why he could not have attended to the errand himself, unwilling to let her leave the place until she was safely married. Mammy Susannah accompanied her, and the two came back in a short time, Pamela flushed and trembling with an inward glow of happiness. She ran to her grandfather and threw her arms about his neck for a moment, the little package of ribbon unrolling itself over his waistcoat; then she embraced and kissed Miss Jane, who seemed no less agitated121 than she.
A great feast was spread that evening, and the wedding guests poured in until the crowd overflowed122 from the parlor into the great wide hall. Mr. Galer was a genial host, and even while he braced120 himself for the inevitable123 scene with Pamela when Sim failed to appear—and he had arranged with the town marshal that the young man should be detained—he moved about among the guests talking in his most agreeable manner. It was a little early, but the minister had already placed himself in position for the ceremony. Mr. Galer laughed jovially124.
"Plenty of time—plenty of time yet," he exclaimed. "Young folks are never prompt;" but even as he spoke125 silence fell upon the company, as through the doorway126 and down the room walked Mr. Josiah Williamson. But who was it leaning upon his arm, her gray silk gown rustling127 softly, her frightened face alternately flushing and paling like a girl's, her meek eyes cast down? Mr. Galer fell back, fumbling128 for his glasses, doubting the evidence of his natural vision. Could it be—could it be—yes, it was Miss Jane. Then he saw Sim Black standing boldly in the doorway with Pamela at his side, and the sight restored his speech and motion and he strode across the floor to them, just as the minister concluded the brief ceremony uniting the elderly couple, and laid his hand on the girl's shoulder.
"I can at least have my say about this part of the wedding."
But Sim clasped her hand in his, his black eyes, every feature of his handsome, strong young face betraying his joy and triumph.
"You are too late, sir; she is my wife."
"We were married in Roswell this morning. Forgive us, grandpa," said Pamela.
When he realized that he had been the one cheated, outwitted, his anger knew no bounds. He refused to listen to explanation or excuse, but turned everybody out of the house, gave the wedding supper to the negroes, and shut himself into his own room. But he had been fairly beaten at his own game, and in time he came to appreciate it, and to look with pride on Sim Black's career, while he and Josiah Williamson ended their years in brotherly love and peace.
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