He was puzzled as to his duty. To his ready protest that he was not apolitician his friend had instantly replied that his word would have tentimes the weight for that reason. So deep was his brooding he did notnotice the two boys in a heated argument at the corner of the house.
Robbie Lee had drawn2 his barefoot friend, John, thus far. He had balkedand refused to go farther.
"Come on, John," Robbie pleaded.
"I'm skeered.""Scared of what?""Colonel Lee.""Didn't you come to see him?""I thought I did.""Well, didn't ye?""Yes.""Come on, then!""No--""What you scared of him for?""He's a great man.""But he's my Papa.""He don't want to be bothered with little boys.""Yes, he does, too. He hears everything I've got to say to him.""Ain't you skeered of him?""No!"Robbie seized John's hand again and before he could draw back draggedhim to his father's side.
Lee turned the friendliest smile on John's flushed face and won hisconfidence before a word was spoken.
"Well, Robbie, what's your handsome little friend's name?""John Doyle, Papa.""Your father lives on the farm just outside our gate, doesn't he?""Yessir," the boy answered eagerly.
His embarrassment4 had gone. But it was hard to begin his story. It hadseemed easy at first, the need was so great. Now it seemed that he hadno right to make the request he had in his heart.
He hung his head and dug his big toe in the gravel5.
Robbie hastened to his rescue.
"John wants to tell you something, Papa," he began tenderly.
"All right," Lee cheerfully answered as he drew one boy within each armand hugged them both. "What can I do for you, Johnnie?""I dunno, sir. I hope you can do somethin'.""I will, if I can. I like to do things for boys. I was a little boy oncemyself and I know exactly how it feels. What is it?"Again the child hesitated.
Lee studied the lines of his finely molded face and neck and throat. Ahandsomer boy of ten he had never seen. He pressed his arm closer andheld him a moment until he looked up with a tear glistening7 in his blueeyes.
"Tell me, sonny--""My Ma's been cryin' all day, sir, and I want to do somethin' to helpher--"He paused and his voice failed.
"What has she been crying about?""We've lost our home, sir, and my daddy's drunk.""You've lost your home?""Yessir. The sheriff come this mornin'. And he's goin' to put us out.
Ma's most crazy. I ain't been a very good boy here lately--""No?""No, sir. I've been runnin' away and goin' fishin' and hurtin' my Ma'sfeelin's and now I wish I hadn't done it. I heard her sayin' thismornin' while she wuz cryin', that you wuz the only man she knowed onearth who could help us. She was afeared to come to see you. And Islipped out to tell ye. I thought if I could get you to come to see us,maybe you could tell Ma what to do and that would make up for my hurtin'
her so when I run away from my lessons this week."The Colonel gently pressed the boys away and rose with quick decision.
"I'll ride right up, sonny, and see your mother.""Will you, Colonel Lee?" the child asked with pathetic eagerness.
"Just as soon as I can have my horse saddled."Lee turned abruptly8 into the house and left the boy dazed. He threw hisarms around Robbie, hugged him in a flash and was gone. Up the dusty wayto the gate the little bare feet flew to tell glad tidings to a lonelywoman.
She stood beside the window looking out on the wreck9 of her life in astupor of wordless pain. She saw her boy leap the fence as a hound andrushed from the house in alarm to meet him.
He was breathless, but he managed to gasp10 his message.
"Ma--Ma--Colonel Lee's comin' to see you!""To see me?""Yes'm. I told him we'd lost our home and he said he'd come right up.
And he's comin', too--"The mother looked into the child's flushed face, saw the love light inhis eyes and caught him to her heart.
"Oh, boy, boy, you're such a fine young one--my baby--as smart as awhip. You'll beat 'em all some day and make your poor old mother proudand happy.""I'm going to try now, Ma--you see if I don't.""I know you will, my son.""I'll never run away again. You see if I do."The boy stopped suddenly at the sight of Colonel Lee swiftlyapproaching.
"Run and wash your face," the mother whispered, "and tell your brothersto put on clean shirts. I want them to see the Colonel, too."The boy darted11 into the house.
The woman looked about the yard to see if there were any evidences ofcarelessness. She had tried to keep it clean. The row of flowers thatflamed in the beds beside the door was the finest in the county. Sheknew that. She was an expert in the culture of the prolific12 tall cosmosthat blooms so beautifully in the Indian summers of Old Virginia.
A cur dog barked.
"Get under the house, sir!" she commanded.
The dog continued to look down the road at the coming horseman.
"Get under the house, I say--" she repeated and the dog slowly obeyed.
She advanced to meet her visitor. He hitched13 his horse to a swinginglimb outside the gate and hurried in.
No introduction was necessary. The Colonel had known her husband foryears and he had often lifted his hat to his wife in passing.
He extended his hand and grasped hers in quick sympathy.
"I'm sorry to learn of your great misfortune from your fine boy, Mrs.
Doyle."The woman's eyes filled with tears in spite of her firm resolution to bedignified.
"He _is_ a fine--boy--isn't he, Colonel?""One of the handsomest little chaps I ever saw. You should be proud ofhim.""I am, sir."She drew her figure a bit higher instinctively16. The movement was notlost on the keen observer of character. He had never noticed before thedistinction of her personality. In a simple calico dress, and fortyyears of age, she presented a peculiarly winsome17 appearance. Herfeatures were regular, and well rounded, the coloring of cheeks andneck and hands the deep pink of perfect health. Her eyes were a brightglowing brown. They were large, soulful eyes that spoke3 the love of amother. She might scold her husband if provoked. But those eyes couldnever scold a child. They could only love him into obedience18 andhelpfulness. They were shining mother eyes.
Lee studied her in a quick glance before speaking. He knew instinctivelythat he could trust her word.
"Is there anything I can do, Mrs. Doyle?""Oh, I hope so, sir. My man's gone all to pieces to-day. He'sgood-hearted and kind if I do have to say it myself. But when thesheriff come to put us out, he just flopped19 and quit. And then he gotdrunk. I don't blame him much. If I hadn't been a woman and the motherof three fine boys and two as pretty little gals20 as the Lord ever giveto a woman, I reckon I'd a got drunk, too."She stopped, overcome with emotion and Lee hastened to ask:
"How did it happen, Mrs. Doyle?""Well, sir, you see, we hadn't quite paid for the place. You know it'shard with a big family of children on a little farm o' ten acres. It'shard to make a livin' let alone save money to pay for the land. But wewuz doin' it. We didn't have but two more payments to make when my mansigned a note for his brother. His brother got sick and couldn't payand they come down on us and we're turned out o' house and home. Thesheriff's give us till Wednesday to get out and we've nowhere to go--"A sob21 caught her voice.
"Don't say that, Madame. No neighbor of mine will ever be without a homeso long as I have a house with a roof on it.""Thank you, Colonel Lee," she interrupted, "but you know I can't let myman be a renter and see my husband and my sons workin' other people'sland like nigger slaves. I got pride. I jus' can't do it. I'd ratherstarve.""I understand, Madame," Lee answered.
The two older boys came awkwardly out into the yard. One of them wasfourteen years old and the other sixteen.
The mother beckoned22 and they came to her with embarrassed step. Her facelighted with pride in their stalwart figures and well-shaped, regularfeatures.
"Here's my oldest boy, William, Colonel Lee."The Colonel took the outstretched hand with cordial grasp.
"I'm glad to know you, young man.""And glad to see you, sir," he stammered23, blushing.
"My next boy Drury, sir. He ain't but fourteen but he's a grown man."Drury flushed red but failed to make a sound.
When they had moved away and leaned against the fence watching the sceneout of the corner of an eye, the mother turned to the Colonel and asked:
"Do you blame me if I'm proud of my boys, Colonel?""I do not, Madame.""The Lord made me a mother. All I know is to raise fine children andlove 'em. My little gals is putty as dolls."John suddenly appeared beside her and pulled her skirt.
"What's the matter?" she whispered.
"Pa's waked up. I told him Colonel Lee's here and he's washed his faceand walks straight. Shall I fetch him out, too?""Yes, run tell him to come quick."The boy darted back into the house.
"Johnnie's father wants to see you, Colonel Lee," the woman apologized.
"I'll be glad to talk to him, Madame.""He'll be all right now. Your comin' to see us'll sober him. He'll beawful proud of the honor, sir."Doyle emerged from the house and walked quickly toward the Colonel.
His head was high. He smiled a welcome to his guest and his step wasstraight, light and springing, as if he were not quite sure he couldrest his full weight on one foot and tried to get them both down at thesame time.
Lee's face was a mask of quiet dignity. The tragedy in the woman's heartmade the more pathetic the comedy of the half-drunken husband. Besides,he was philosopher enough to know that more than half the drunkenness ofthe world was the pitiful effort to smother24 a heartache.
The man's smile was a peculiarly winning one. His face was covered witha full growth of blond beard cut moderately long. He never shaved. Hiswife trimmed his beard in the manner most becoming to the shape of hishead, the poise25 of his neck and evenly formed shoulders. He wore hishair full long and it curled about his neck in a deep blond wave. Hemight have posed for the model of Hoffman's famous picture of Christ.
His eyes, a clear blue, were the finest feature of his personality. Inspite of his lack of education, in spite of his shabby clothes, in spiteof the smell of liquor he was a personality. His clean, high forehead,his aquiline26 nose, his straight eyebrows27, his fair skin, his tall figurespoke the heritage of the great Nordic race of men. The race whoseleaders achieved the civilization of Rome, conquered Europe and finallydominated civilization.
The difference between this man and the leader who wore the uniform ofa Colonel was not in racial stock. It was purely28 an accident of theconditions of birth and training. Behind Lee lay two hundred years ofwealth and culture. The poorer man was his kinsman29 of the centuries. Theworld had not been kind to him. He had lost the way of material success.
Perhaps some kink in his mind, a sense of comedy, a touch of the oldwanderlust of the ages.
Lee wondered what had kept him poor as he looked at the figureapproaching. It was straight and fine in spite of the liquor.
Doyle's brain was just clear enough to realize that he had been highlyhonored in a call from the foremost citizen of Virginia. His politenesswas extreme. And it was true. It was instinctive15. It leaped fromcenturies of racial inheritance.
"We're proud of the honor you've done us, Colonel Lee," he announced.
He grasped the extended hand with a cordial, dignified14 greeting.
"I only hope I can be of some service to you and your family, Mr.
Doyle.""I'm sure you can, sir. Won't you come in, Colonel?""Thank you, it's so pleasant outside, we'll just sit down by the well,if you don't mind.""Yessir. All right, sir."Lee moved slowly toward the platform of the well with its old oakenbucket and tall sweep.
His wife threw a warning at her husband under her breath.
"Don't you say nothin' foolish now--""I won't.""Your tongue's too long when it gets to waggin'.""I'll mind, Ma," he smiled.
The woman called softly to her distinguished30 guest:
"You'll excuse me, Colonel, while I look after the supper. I'll be backin a minute.""Certainly, Madame."He could not have bowed with graver courtesy to the wife of Stephen A.
Douglas.
"Have a seat here on the well, Colonel," Doyle invited.
Lee took his seat on the weather-beaten oak boards.
Doyle turned his foot on a rounded stone and set down a littleungracefully in spite of his effort to be fully6 himself. He saw at oncehis misstep and hastened to apologize.
"I'm sorry, Colonel, you've caught me with the smell of liquor, sir--"He paused and looked over his garden in an embarrassed way.
"I know what has happened to you, Mr. Doyle, and you have my deepestsympathy.""Thank you, sir.""I might have done the same thing if I'd been in your position. Though,of course, liquor won't help things for you."Doyle smiled around the corners of his blue eyes.
"No, sir, except while it's a swimmin' in the veins31. Then for a littlewhile you're great and rich and you don't care which a way the windblows.""The farm is lost beyond hope?""Yessir, clean gone--world without end.""You had a lawyer?""The best in the county, old Jim Randolph. I didn't have no money to payhim. He said we'd both always voted the Whig ticket and he'd waive32 hisretainer. I didn't know what he was wavin', but anyhow he tuck my case.
And I will say he put up a nasty fight for me. He made one of thegreatest speeches I ever heared in my life. Hit wuz mighty33 nigh worthlosin' the farm ter hear him tell how I'd been abused and how fine afeller I wuz. An' when he los' the case, he cussed the Judge, he cussedthe jury, he cussed the lawyers. He swore they was all fools and didn'tknow the first principles er law nohow. I sho enjoyed the fight, ef Idid lose it. I couldn't pay him nothin' yet. But I did manage to get hima gallon of the best apple brandy I ever tasted.""What do you think of doing?""I ain't had time ter think, sir. I don't think fast nohow and the firstthing I had to do when I come home and tole the ole 'oman and she bustout cryin'--wuz ter get drunk. Somehow I couldn't stand it.""You've never learned a trade?""No sir--nothin' 'cept farmin'. I said to myself--what's the use? Thesedamned nigger slaves have learned all the trades. They say in the olddays, they wuz just servants in the house and stables, and field hands.
Now they've learnt _all_ the trades. They're mechanics, blacksmiths,carpenters, wagon34 makers35 and everything. What chance has a poor whiteman got agin 'em? They don't have to worry about nothin'. They haveeverything they need before they lift their hands to do anything. Theygot plenty to eat for themselves and their families, no matter how manychildren they have. All they can eat, all they can wear, a warm houseand a big fire in the winter. I have to fight and scratch to keep a roofover my head, wood in my fireplace, clothes on my back and somethin' toeat on my table. How can I beat the slave at a trade? Tain't no use totry. Ef you want to build a house, your own carpenters can do it. And ifyou haven't enough slave carpenters of your own, your neighbors have.
They can hire 'em to you cheaper than I can work and live. They're goin'
to _live_ anyhow. That's settled because they're slaves. They're worthtwelve hundred dollars apiece. Their life is precious. Mine don't count.
I got to look after that myself and I got to look after my wife andchildren, too. Hit ain't right, Colonel, this Slavery business. You knowthat as well as I do. I've heard you say it, too--""I agree with you, Mr. Doyle. But if we set them all free to-morrow, andyou had to compete with their labor36, you couldn't live down to theirstandard of wages, could you?""No, I couldn't. They would kill me at that game, too. That's why I hatea free nigger worse than a slave--"He paused and his face knotted with fury.
"Damn 'em all--why are they here anyhow?""Come, come, my friend," Lee protested. "It doesn't help to swear aboutit. They _are_ here. Not by any wish of mine or of yours. We inheritedthis curse from the past. We have clung to old delusions37 while our smartYankee friends have shifted the responsibilities on others.""What _can_ I do, Colonel?" Doyle asked desperately38. "I don't know howto do anything but farm. I can't go into the fields and work with slavesas a field hand. And I couldn't get such work to do if I'd do it. I'lldie before I'll come down to it. I might rent a little farm alongside ofa free nigger. But he can beat me at that game. He can live on less andwork longer hours than I do. He'll underbid me as a cropper. He can liveand pay the owner four-fifths of the crop. I'd starve. What am I goin'
to do?""Had you thought of moving West into one of the new Territories justopening?""Yessir. I'd thought of it. But how am I goin' to get there with a wifeand five children?"Lee rose and looked about the place thoughtfully.
"How much could you realize from the sale of your things?"Doyle scratched his head doubtfully.
"I ain't got no idee, sir. I'm afraid not much. Ye see it's just homestuff. The old 'oman's awful smart. She raises enough chickens andturkeys and ducks and guineas to eat, and she sells a few eggs and youngchickens and turkeys when they brings anything in the market. I got sixsheep, a cow, a calf39, a mule40, a couple o' pigs in the pen. But theywon't bring much money. Ye see I never felt so poor ez long ez I had a_home_ where I can live independent like. That house ain't much, sir.
But you ain't no idea how deep down in my heart it's got."He paused and looked at it. The Colonel followed his gaze. It was asmall frame structure standing41 in a yard filled with trees. A one-storyaffair with a sharp, gabled attic42. Two dormer windows projected fromthe high roof and a solid brick chimney at each end gave it dignity. Anarrow porch came straight out from the front door. On either side ofthe porch were built wooden benches and behind them on a lattice grewa luxuriant rambler rose. It was still blooming richly in the warmSeptember sun.
"Ye see, sir," Doyle went on, "what we've got that's worth havin' can'tbe sold. I love the smell o' them roses. I wake up in the night and thebreeze brings it in the window and it puts me to sleep like an old songmy mother used to sing when I was a little shaver--"He stopped short.
"I didn't mean to snivel, sir.""I understand, my friend. No apologies are necessary.""And that big scuppernong grape vine out there in the garden--I couldn'tsell that. I planted it fifteen years ago. Folks told us we was too furnorth here fur it to grow good. But I knowed better. You can see itscovered a place as big ez the house. And you can smell them ripe grapesa hundred yards before ye get to the gate. I make a little wine outen'em. We have 'em to eat a whole month. That garden keeps us goin' winterand summer. You see them five rows of flat turnips43 and the ruttabaggersbeside 'em? I've cabbage enough banked under them pine tops to make afifty-gallon barrel o' kraut and give us cabbage with our bacon allwinter. We've got turnip44 greens, onions and collards. I've got corn andwheat in my crib and bacon enough to last me till next year. I raisethe finest watermelons and mushmelons in the county and it ain't muchtrouble to live here. I never knowed how well off I wuz till the Sheriffcome and told me I had to go.""You're in the prime of life. You can go to a new country and begin overagain. Why not?""If I could get there. I reckon I could."He stopped short as his wife appeared by his side. She had heard ColonelLee's last question.
"Of course, you can begin over again. Haven't we got three of the finestboys the Lord ever give a mother? They ain't got no chance here nohow.
My baby boy's one o' the smartest youngsters in the county. Ef old AndyJackson wuz a poor boy an' got ter be President, he might do the samething ef we give him a chance--""Yes, I reckon we could, ef we had a chance," Doyle agreed doubtfully.
"But it would be a hard pull to leave my ole Virginy home. You know thatwould pull you, Colonel--now wouldn't it?""Yes, it would," was the earnest answer.
"You see I wuz born in this country an' me daddy before me. I like ithere. I like the feel of the air in the fall. There's a flock o' ducksnow circlin' over that bend o' the river. The geese are comin'. I heard'em honk45 high up in the sky last night. I like my oysters46 and terrapin47.
I like to shoot ducks and geese, rabbits and quail48. I like the smello' the water. I like the smell o' these fields. I like the way the sunshines and the winds blow down here. It's in my blood.""But you'll go if you can get away," his wife interrupted cheerfully.
Two little girls timidly drew near. Their faces were washed clean andtheir shining blonde hair gleamed in circles of golden light as the raysof the setting sun caught it.
Lee smiled, took them both in his arms and kissed them.
A tear softened49 his eyes as he placed them on the ground.
"You're darling little dolls. No wonder your mother loves you.""Run back in the house now, honeys," the mother said.
The children slowly obeyed, glancing back at the great man who hadkissed them. They wondered why their daddy hadn't kissed them oftener.
"What do you think we ought to do, Colonel Lee?" the woman askedeagerly.
"I can tell you what I would do, Madame, in your place--""What?"The husband and wife spoke the word in chorus.
"I'd go West and begin again.""But how'm I goin' to get away, sir?" the man asked blankly.
"Sell your things for the best price you can get and I'll loan you thebalance of the money you'll need.""Will you, sir?" the woman gasped50.
"I ain't got no security for ye, Colonel--" Doyle protested.
"You are my friend and neighbor, Mr. Doyle. You're in distress51. Youdon't need security. I'll take your note, sir, without endorsement52.""Glory to God!" the mother cried with face uplifted in a prayer ofthanksgiving.
Doyle couldn't speak for a moment. He looked out over the roadway andgot control of his feelings before trying. There was a lump in histhroat which made his speech thick when at last he managed to graspLee's hand.
"I dunno how to thank you, sir.""It will be all right, Mr. Doyle. Look after the sale of your things andI'll find out the best way for you to get there and let you know."He mounted his horse and rode away into the fading sunset as theywatched him through dimmed eyes.
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