"Just a moment—'til I read this over——"
The foreman nodded.
He scanned the scrawled6 pencil manuscript twice and handed it up without changing a letter:
"Set the title in heavy black-faced caps—black—the blackest you've got."
He read the title over again musingly8, his strong mouth closing with a snap at its finish:
THE BLACK LEAGUE AND THE KU KLUX KLAN DOWN WITH ALL SECRET SOCIETIES
The foreman took the manuscript with a laugh:
"You've certainly got 'em guessing, major——"
"Who?"
"Everybody. We've all been thinking until these editorials began that you were a leader of the Klan."[Pg 4]
A smile played about the corners of the deep-set brown eyes as he swung carelessly back to his desk and waved the printer to his task with a friendly sweep of his long arm:
"Let 'em think again!"
A shout in the Court House Square across the narrow street caused him to lift his head with a frown:
"Salesday—of course—the first Monday—doomsday for the conquered South—God, the horror of it all!"
He laid his pencil down, walked to the window and looked out on the crowd of slouching loafers as they gathered around the auctioneer's block. The negroes outnumbered the whites two to one.
A greasy10, loud-mouthed negro, as black as ink, was the auctioneer.
"Well, gemmen an' feller citizens," he began pompously11, "de fust piece er property I got ter sell hain't no property 'tall—hit's dese po' folks fum de County Po' House. Fetch 'em up agin de wall so de bidders12 can see 'em——"
He paused and a black court attendant led out and placed in line against the weatherbeaten walls fifty or sixty inmates14 of the County Poor House—all of them white men and women. Most of them were over seventy years old, and one with the quickest step and brightest eye, a little man of eighty-four with snow-white hair and beard, was the son of a hero of the American Revolution. The women were bareheaded and the blazing Southern sun of August beat down piteously on their pinched faces.
The young editor's fists slowly clinched15 and his breath came in a deep quivering draught16. He watched as in a trance. He had seen four years' service in the[Pg 5] bloodiest17 war in history—seen thousands swept into eternity18 from a single battlefield without a tear. He had witnessed the sufferings of the wounded and dying until it became the routine of a day's work. Yet no event of all that fierce and terrible struggle had stirred his soul as the scene he was now witnessing—not even the tragic19 end of his father, the editor of the Daily Eagle—who had been burned to death in the building when Sherman's army swept the land with fire and sword. The younger man had never referred to this except in a brief, hopeful editorial in the newly christened Eagle and Phoenix, which he literally20 built on the ashes of the old paper. He had no unkind word for General Sherman or his army. It was war, and a soldier knew what that meant. He would have done the same thing under similar conditions.
Now he was brushing a tear from his cheek. A reporter at work in the adjoining room watched him curiously21. He had never before thought him capable of such an emotion. A brilliant and powerful editor, he had made his paper the one authoritative22 organ of the white race. In the midst of riot, revolution and counter revolution his voice had the clear ring of a bugle23 call to battle. There was never a note of hesitation24, of uncertainty25 or of compromise. In the fierce white heat of an unconquered spirit, he had fused the souls of his people as one. At this moment he was the one man hated and feared most by the negroid government in power, the one man most admired and trusted by the white race.
And he was young—very young—yet he had lived a life so packed with tragic events no one ever guessed his real age, twenty-four. People took him to be more[Pg 6] than thirty and the few threads of gray about his temples, added to the impression of age and dignity. He was not handsome in the conventional sense. His figure was too tall, his cheek bones too high, the nostrils26 too large and his eyebrows27 too heavy. His great height, six feet three, invariably made him appear gaunt and serious. Though he had served the entire four years in the Confederate army, entering a private in the ranks at eighteen, emerging a major in command of a shattered regiment28 at twenty-two, his figure did not convey the impression of military training. He walked easily, with the long, loose stride of the Southener, his shoulders slightly stooped from the habit of incessant29 reading.
He was lifting his broad shoulders now in an ominous30 way as he folded his clenched31 fists behind his back and listened to the negro auctioneer.
"Come now, gemmens," he went on; "what's de lowes' offer ye gwine ter start me fer dese folks? 'Member, now, de lowes' bid gets 'em, not de highes'! 'Fore3 de war de black man wuz put on de block an' sole ter de highes' bidder13! Times is changed——"
"Yas, Lawd!" shouted a negro woman.
"Times is changed, I tells ye!—now I gwine ter sell dese po' white folks ter de lowes' bidder. Whosomever'll take de Po' House and bode32 'em fer de least money gits de whole bunch. An' you has de right ter make 'em all work de Po' farm. Dey kin9 work, too, an' don' ye fergit it. Dese here ones I fotch out here ter show ye is all soun' in wind and limb. De bedridden ones ain't here. Dey ain't but six er dem. What's de lowes' bid now, gemmens, yer gwine ter gimme ter bode 'em by de month? Look 'em all over, gemmens, I warrants[Pg 7] 'em ter be sound in wind an' limb. Sound in wind an' limb."
The auctioneer's sonorous33 voice lingered on this phrase and repeated it again and again.
The watcher at the window turned away in disgust, walked back to his desk, sat down, fidgeted in his seat, rose and returned to the window in time to hear the cry:
"An' sold to Mister Abum Russ fer fo' dollars a month!"
Could it be possible that he heard aright? Abe Russ the keeper to the poor!—a drunkard, wife beater, and midnight prowler. His father before him, "Devil Tom Russ," had been a notorious character, yet he had at least one redeeming34 quality that saved him from contempt—a keen sense of humor. He had made his living on a ten-acre red hill farm and never used a horse or an ox. He hitched35 himself to the plow36 and made Abe seize the handles. This strange team worked the fields. No matter how hard the day's task the elder Russ never quite lost his humorous view of life. When the boy, tired and thirsty, would stop and go to the spring for water, a favorite trick of his was to place a piece of paper or a chunk37 of wood in the furrow38 a few yards ahead. When the boy returned and they approached this object, the old man would stop, lift his head and snort, back and fill, frisk and caper39, plunge40 and kick, and finally break and run, tearing over the fields like a maniac41, dragging the plow after him with the breathless boy clinging to the handles. He would then quietly unhitch himself and thrash Abe within an inch of his life for being so careless as to allow a horse to run away with him.
But Abe grew up without a trace of his father's sense[Pg 8] of humor, picked out the strongest girl he could find for a wife and hitched her to the plow! And he permitted no pranks42 to enliven the tedium44 of work except the amusement he allowed himself of beating her at mealtimes after she had cooked his food.
He had now turned politician, joined the Loyal Black League and was the successful bidder for Keeper of the Poor. It was incredible!
The watcher was roused from his painful reverie by a reporter's voice:
"I think there's a man waiting in the hall to see you, sir."
"Who is it?"
The reporter smiled:
"Mr. Bob Peeler."
"What on earth can that old scoundrel want with me? All right—show him in."
The editor was busy writing when Mr. Peeler entered the room furtively45. He was coarse, heavy and fifty years old. His red hair hung in tangled46 locks below his ears and a bloated double chin lapped his collar. His legs were slightly bowed from his favorite mode of travel on horseback astride a huge stallion trapped with tin and brass47 bespangled saddle. His supposed business was farming and the raising of blooded horses. As a matter of fact, the farm was in the hands of tenants48 and gambling49 was his real work.
Of late he had been displaying a hankering for negro politics. A few weeks before he had created a sensation by applying to the clerk of the court for a license50 to marry his mulatto housekeeper51. It was common report that this woman was the mother of a beautiful octoroon daughter with hair exactly the color of old[Pg 9] Peeler's. Few people had seen her. She had been away at school since her tenth year.
The young editor suddenly wheeled in his chair and spoke with quick emphasis:
"Mr. Peeler, I believe?"
The visitor's face lighted with a maudlin52 attempt at politeness:
"Yes, sir; yes, sir!—and I'm shore glad to meet you, Major Norton!"
He came forward briskly, extending his fat mottled hand.
Norton quietly ignored the offer by placing a chair beside his desk:
"Have a seat, Mr. Peeler."
The heavy figure flopped53 into the chair:
"I want to ask your advice, major, about a little secret matter"—he glanced toward the door leading into the reporters' room.
The editor rose, closed the door and resumed his seat:
"Well, sir; how can I serve you?"
The visitor fumbled54 in his coat pocket and drew out a crumpled55 piece of paper which he fingered gingerly:
"I've been readin' your editorials agin' secret societies, major, and I like 'em—that's why I made up my mind to put my trust in you——"
"Why, I thought you were a member of the Loyal Black League, Mr. Peeler?"
"No, sir—it's a mistake, sir," was the smooth lying answer. "I hain't got nothin' to do with no secret society. I hate 'em all—just run your eye over that, major."
He extended the crumpled piece of paper on which was scrawled in boyish writing:[Pg 10]
"We hear you want to marry a nigger. Our advice is to leave this country for the more congenial climate of Africa.
"By order of the Grand Cyclops, ku klux klan."
The young editor studied the scrawl7 in surprise:
"A silly prank43 of schoolboys!" he said at length.
"You think that's all?" Peeler asked dubiously56.
"Certainly. The Ku Klux Klan have more important tasks on hand just now. No man in their authority sent that to you. Their orders are sealed in red ink with a crossbones and skull57. I've seen several of them. Pay no attention to this—it's a fake."
"I don't think so, major—just wait a minute, I'll show you something worse than a red-ink crossbones and skull."
Old Peeler tipped to the door leading into the hallway, opened it, peered out and waved his fat hand, beckoning58 someone to enter.
The voice of a woman was heard outside protesting:
"No—no—I'll stay here——"
Peeler caught her by the arm and drew her within:
"This is Lucy, my housekeeper, major."
The editor looked in surprise at the slender, graceful59 figure of the mulatto. He had pictured her coarse and heavy. He saw instead a face of the clean-cut Aryan type with scarcely a trace of negroid character. Only the thick curling hair, shining black eyes and deep yellow skin betrayed the African mother.
Peeler's eyes were fixed60 in a tense stare on a small bundle she carried. His voice was a queer muffled61 tremor62 as he slowly said:
"Unwrap the thing and show it to him."
The woman looked at the editor and smiled contemptuously,[Pg 11] showing two rows of perfect teeth, as she slowly drew the brown wrapper from a strange object which she placed on the desk.
The editor picked the thing up, looked at it and laughed.
It was a tiny pine coffin63 about six inches long and two inches wide. A piece of glass was fitted into the upper half of the lid and beneath the glass was placed a single tube rose whose peculiar64 penetrating65 odor already filled the room.
Peeler mopped the perspiration66 from his brow.
"Now, what do you think of that?" he asked in an awed67 whisper.
In spite of an effort at self-control, Norton broke into a peal68 of laughter:
"It does look serious, doesn't it?"
"Serious ain't no word for it, sir! It not only looks like death, but I'm damned if it don't smell like it—smell it!"
"So it does," the editor agreed, lifting the box and breathing the perfume of the pale little flower.
"And that ain't all," Peeler whispered, "look inside of it."
He opened the lid and drew out a tightly folded scrap69 of paper on which was written in pencil the words:
"You lying, hypocritical, blaspheming old scoundrel—unless you leave the country within forty-eight hours, this coffin will be large enough to hold all we'll leave of you.
K. K. K."
The editor frowned and then smiled.
"All a joke, Peeler," he said reassuringly70.[Pg 12]
But Peeler was not convinced. He leaned close and his whiskey-laden breath seemed to fill the room as his fat finger rested on the word "blaspheming:"
"I don't like that word, major; it sounds like a preacher had something to do with the writin' of it. You know I've been a tough customer in my day and I used to cuss the preachers in this county somethin' frightful71. Now, ye see, if they should be in this Ku Klux Klan—I ain't er skeered er their hell hereafter, but they sho' might give me a taste in this world of what they think's comin' to me in the next. I tell you that thing makes the cold chills run down my back. Now, major, I reckon you're about the level-headest and the most influential72 man in the county—the question is, what shall I do to be saved?"
Again Norton laughed:
"Nothing. It's a joke, I tell you——"
"But the Ku Klux Klan ain't no joke!" persisted Peeler. "More than a thousand of 'em—some say five thousand—paraded the county two weeks ago. A hundred of 'em passed my house. I saw their white shrouds73 glisten74 in the moonlight. I said my prayers that night! I says to myself, if it don't do no good, at least it can't do no harm. I tell you, the Klan's no joke. If you think so, take a walk through that crowd in the Square to-day and see how quiet they are. Last court day every nigger that could holler was makin' a speech yellin' that old Thad Stevens was goin' to hang Andy Johnson, the President, from the White House porch, take every foot of land from the rebels and give it to the Loyal Black League. Now, by gum, there's a strange peace in Israel! I felt it this mornin' as I walked through them crowds—and comin' back to this[Pg 13] coffin, major, the question is—what shall I do to be saved?"
"Go home and forget about it," was the smiling answer. "The Klan didn't send that thing to you or write that message."
"You think not?"
"I know they didn't. It's a forgery76. A trick of some devilish boys."
Peeler scratched his red head:
"I'm glad you think so, major. I'm a thousand times obliged to you, sir. I'll sleep better to-night after this talk."
"Would you mind leaving this little gift with me, Peeler?" Norton asked, examining the neat workmanship of the coffin.
"Certainly—certainly, major, keep it. Keep it and more than welcome! It's a gift I don't crave77, sir. I'll feel better to know you've got it."
The yellow woman waited beside the door until Peeler had passed out, bowed her thanks, turned and followed her master at a respectful distance.
The editor watched them cross the street with a look of loathing78, muttering slowly beneath his breath:
"Oh, my country, what a problem—what a problem!"
He turned again to his desk and forgot his burden in the joy of work. He loved this work. It called for the best that's in the strongest man. It was a man's work for men. When he struck a blow he saw the dent75 of his hammer on the iron, and heard it ring to the limits of the state.
Dimly aware that some one had entered his room unannounced, he looked up, sprang to his feet and extended[Pg 14] his hand in hearty79 greeting to a stalwart farmer who stood smiling into his face:
"Hello, MacArthur!"
"Hello, my captain! You know you weren't a major long enough for me to get used to it—and it sounds too old for you anyhow——"
"And how's the best sergeant80 that ever walloped a recruit?"
"Bully," was the hearty answer.
The young editor drew his old comrade in arms down into his chair and sat on the table facing him:
"And how's the wife and kids, Mac?"
"Bully," he repeated evenly and then looked up with a puzzled expression.
"Look here, Bud," he began quietly, "you've got me up a tree. These editorials in The Eagle and Phoenix cussin' the Klan——"
"You don't like them?"
"Not a little wee bit!"
The editor smiled:
"You've got Scotch81 blood in you, Mac—that's what's the matter with you——"
"Same to you, sir."
"But my great-great-grandmother was a Huguenot and the French, you know, had a saving sense of humor. The Scotch are thick, Mac!"
"Well, I'm too thick to know what you mean by lambastin' our only salvation82. The Ku Klux Klan have had just one parade—and there hasn't been a barn burnt in this county or a white woman scared since, and every nigger I've met to-day has taken off his hat——"
"Are you a member of the Klan, Mac?" The question was asked with his face turned away.[Pg 15]
The farmer hesitated, looked up at the ceiling and quietly answered:
"None of your business—and that's neither here nor there—you know that every nigger is organized in that secret Black League, grinning and whispering its signs and passwords—you know that they've already begun to grip the throats of our women. The Klan's the only way to save this country from hell—what do you mean by jumpin' on it?"
"The Black League's a bad thing, Mac, and the Klan's a bad thing——"
"All right—still you've got to fight the devil with fire——"
"You don't say so?" the editor said, while a queer smile played around his serious mouth.
"Yes, by golly, I do say so," the farmer went on with increasing warmth, "and what I can't understand is how you're against 'em. You're a leader. You're a soldier—the bravest that ever led his men into the jaws83 of death—I know, for I've been with you—and I just come down here to-day to ask you the plain question, what do you mean?"
"The Klan is a band of lawless night raiders, isn't it?"
"Oh, you make me tired! What are we to do without 'em, that's the question?"
"Scotch! That's the trouble with you"—the young editor answered carelessly. "Have you a pin?"
The rugged84 figure suddenly straightened as though a bolt of lightning had shot down his spine85.
"What's—what's that?" he gasped86.
"I merely asked, have you a pin?" was the even answer,[Pg 16] as Norton touched the right lapel of his coat with his right hand.
The farmer hesitated a moment, and then slowly ran three trembling fingers of his left hand over the left lapel of his coat, replying:
"I'm afraid not."
He looked at Norton a moment and turned pale. He had been given and had returned the signs of the Klan. It might have been an accident. The rugged face was a study of eager intensity87 as he put his friend to the test that would tell. He slowly thrust the fingers of his right hand into the right pocket of his trousers, the thumb protruding88.
Norton quietly answered in the same way with his left hand.
The farmer looked into the smiling brown eyes of his commander for a moment and his own filled with tears. He sprang forward and grasped the outstretched hand:
"Dan Norton! I said last night to my God that you couldn't be against us! And so I came to ask—oh, why—why've you been foolin' with me?"
The editor tenderly slipped his arm around his old comrade and whispered:
"The cunning of the fox and the courage of the lion now, Mac! It was easy for our boys to die in battle while guns were thundering, fifes screaming, drums beating and the banners waving. You and I have something harder to do—we've got to live—our watchword, 'The cunning of the fox and the courage of the lion!' I've some dangerous work to do pretty soon. The little Scalawag Governor is getting ready for us——"
"I want that job!" MacArthur cried eagerly.[Pg 17]
"I'll let you know when the time comes."
The farmer smiled:
"I am a Scotchman—ain't I?"
"And a good one, too!"
With his hand on the door, the rugged face aflame with patriotic89 fire, he slowly repeated:
"The cunning of the fox and the courage of the lion!—And by the living God, we'll win this time, boy!"
Norton heard him laugh aloud as he hurried down the stairs. Gazing again from his window at the black clouds of negroes floating across the Square, he slowly muttered:
"Yes, we'll win this time!—but twenty years from now—I wonder!"
He took up the little black coffin and smiled at the perfection of its workmanship:
"I think I know the young gentleman who made that and he may give me trouble."
He thrust the thing into a drawer, seized his hat, strolled down a side street and slowly passed the cabinet shop of the workman whom he suspected. It was closed. Evidently the master had business outside. It was barely possible, of course, that he had gone to the galleries of the Capitol to hear the long-expected message of the Governor against the Klan. The galleries had been packed for the past two sessions in anticipation91 of this threatened message. The Capital city was only a town of five thousand white inhabitants and four thousand blacks. Rumors92 of impending93 political movements flew from house to house with the swiftness of village gossip.
He walked to the Capitol building by a quiet street. As he passed through the echoing corridor the rotund[Pg 18] figure of Schlitz, the Carpetbagger, leader of the House of Representatives, emerged from the Governor's office.
The red face flushed a purple hue94 as his eye rested on his arch-enemy of the Eagle and Phoenix. He tried to smile and nodded to Norton. His smile was answered by a cold stare and a quickened step.
Schlitz had been a teamster's scullion in the union Army. He was not even an army cook, but a servant of servants. He was now the master of the Legislature of a great Southern state and controlled its black, ignorant members with a snap of his bloated fingers. There was but one man Norton loathed95 with greater intensity and that was the shrewd little Scalawag Governor, the native traitor96 who had betrayed his people to win office. A conference of these two cronies was always an ill omen5 for the state.
He hurried up the winding97 stairs, pushed his way into a corner of the crowded galleries from which he could see every face and searched in vain for his young workman.
He stood for a moment, looked down on the floor of the House and watched a Black Parliament at work making laws to govern the children of the men who had created the Republic—watched them through fetid smoke, the vapors98 of stale whiskey and the deafening99 roar of half-drunken brutes100 as they voted millions in taxes, their leaders had already stolen.
The red blood rushed to his cheeks and the big veins101 on his slender swarthy neck stood out for a moment like drawn102 cords.
He hurried down to the Court House Square, walked with long, leisurely103 stride through the thinning crowds, and paused before a vacant lot on the opposite side of[Pg 19] the street. A dozen or more horses were still tied to the racks provided for the accommodation of countrymen.
"Funny," he muttered, "farmers start home before sundown, and it's dusk—I wonder if it's possible!"
He crossed the street, strolled carelessly among the horses and noted104 that their saddles had not been removed and the still more significant fact that their saddle blankets were unusually thick. Only an eye trained to observe this fact would have noticed it. He lifted the edge of one of the blankets and saw the white and scarlet105 edges of a Klan costume. It was true. The young dare-devil who had sent that message to old Peeler had planned an unauthorized raid. Only a crowd of youngsters bent106 on a night's fun, he knew; and yet the act at this moment meant certain anarchy107 unless he nipped it in the bud. The Klan was a dangerous institution. Its only salvation lay in the absolute obedience108 of its members to the orders of an intelligent and patriotic chief. Unless the word of that chief remained the sole law of its life, a reign109 of terror by irresponsible fools would follow at once. As commander of the Klan in his county he must subdue110 this lawless element. It must be done with an iron hand and done immediately or it would be too late. His decision to act was instantaneous.
He sent a message to his wife that he couldn't get home for supper, locked his door and in three hours finished his day's work. There was ample time to head these boys off before they reached old Peeler's house. They couldn't start before eleven, yet he would take no chances. He determined111 to arrive an hour ahead of them.[Pg 20]
The night was gloriously beautiful—a clear star-gemmed sky in the full tide of a Southern summer, the first week in August. He paused inside the gate of his home and drank for a moment the perfume of the roses on the lawn. The light from the window of his wife's room poured a mellow112 flood of welcome through the shadows beside the white, fluted113 columns. This home of his father's was all the wreck114 of war had left him and his heart gave a throb115 of joy to-night that it was his.
Behind the room where the delicate wife lay, a petted invalid116, was the nursery. His baby boy was there, nestling in the arms of the black mammy who had nursed him twenty odd years ago. He could hear the soft crooning of her dear old voice singing the child to sleep. The heart of the young father swelled117 with pride. He loved his frail118 little wife with a deep, tender passion, but this big rosy-cheeked, laughing boy, which she had given him six months ago, he fairly worshipped.
He stopped again under the nursery window and listened to the music of the cradle. The old lullaby had waked a mocking bird in a magnolia beside the porch and he was answering her plaintive119 wail120 with a thrilling love song. By the strange law of contrast, his memory flashed over the fields of death he had trodden in the long war.
"What does it matter after all, these wars and revolutions, if God only brings with each new generation a nobler breed of men!"
He tipped softly past the window lest his footfall disturb the loved ones above, hurried to the stable, saddled his horse and slowly rode through the quiet streets[Pg 21] of the town. On clearing the last clump121 of negro cabins on the outskirts122 his pace quickened to a gallop123.
He stopped in the edge of the woods at the gate which opened from Peeler's farm on the main road. The boys would have to enter here. He would stop them at this spot.
The solemn beauty of the night stirred his soul to visions of the future, and the coming battle which his Klan must fight for the mastery of the state. The chirp124 of crickets, the song of katydids and the flash of fireflies became the martial125 music and the flaming torches of triumphant126 hosts he saw marching to certain victory. But the Klan he was leading was a wild horse that must be broken to the bit or both horse and rider would plunge to ruin.
There would be at least twenty or thirty of these young marauders to-night. If they should unite in defying his authority it would be a serious and dangerous situation. Somebody might be killed. And yet he waited without a fear of the outcome. He had faced odds127 before. He loved a battle when the enemy outnumbered him two to one. It stirred his blood. He had ridden with Forrest one night at the head of four hundred daring, ragged128 veterans, surrounded a crack union regiment at two o'clock in the morning, and forced their commander to surrender 1800 men before he discovered the real strength of the attacking force. It stirred his blood to-night to know that General Forrest was the Commander-in-Chief of his own daring Clansmen.
Half an hour passed without a sign of the youngsters. He grew uneasy. Could they have dared to ride so early that they had reached the house before his arrival?[Pg 22] He must know at once. He opened the gate and galloped129 down the narrow track at a furious pace.
A hundred yards from Peeler's front gate he drew rein130 and listened. A horse neighed in the woods, and the piercing shriek131 of a woman left nothing to doubt. They were already in the midst of their dangerous comedy.
He pressed cautiously toward the gate, riding in the shadows of the overhanging trees. They were dragging old Peeler across the yard toward the roadway, followed by the pleading voice of a woman begging for his worthless life.
Realizing that the raid was now an accomplished132 fact, Norton waited to see what the young fools were going to do. He was not long in doubt. They dragged their panting, perspiring133 victim into the edge of the woods, tied him to a sapling and bared his back. The leader stepped forward holding a lighted torch whose flickering134 flames made an unearthly picture of the distorted features and bulging135 eyes.
"Mr. Peeler," began the solemn muffled voice behind the cloth mask, "for your many sins and blasphemies136 against God and man the preachers of this county have assembled to-night to call you to repentance——"
The terror-stricken eyes bulged138 further and the fat neck twisted in an effort to see how many ghastly figures surrounded him, as he gasped:
"Oh, Lord—oh, hell—are you all preachers?"
"All!" was the solemn echo from each sepulchral139 figure.
"Then I'm a goner—that coffin's too big——"
"Yea, verily, there'll be nothing left when we get through—Selah!" solemnly cried the leader.[Pg 23]
"But, say, look here, brethren," Peeler pleaded between shattering teeth, "can't we compromise this thing? I'll repent137 and join the church. And how'll a contribution of fifty dollars each strike you? Now what do you say to that?"
The coward's voice had melted into a pious140 whine141.
The leader selected a switch from the bundle extended by a shrouded142 figure and without a word began to lay on. Peeler's screams could be heard a mile.
Norton allowed them to give him a dozen lashes143 and spurred his horse into the crowd. There was a wild scramble144 to cover and most of the boys leaped to their saddles. Three white figures resolutely145 stood their ground.
"What's the meaning of this, sir?" Norton sternly demanded of the man who still held the switch.
"Just a little fun, major," was the sheepish answer.
"A dangerous piece of business."
"For God's sake, save me, Major Norton!" Peeler cried, suddenly waking from the spell of fear. "They've got me, sir—and it's just like I told you, they're all preachers—I'm a goner!"
Norton sprang from his horse and faced the three white figures.
"Who's in command of this crowd?"
"I am, sir!" came the quick answer from a stalwart masquerader who suddenly stepped from the shadows.
Norton recognized the young cabinet-maker's voice, and spoke in low tense tones:
"By whose authority are you using these disguises, to-night?"
"It's none of your business!"[Pg 24]
The tall sinewy146 figure suddenly stiffened147, stepped close and peered into the eyes of the speaker's mask:
"Does my word go here to-night or must I call out a division of the Klan?"
A moment's hesitation and the eyes behind the mask fell:
"All right, sir—nothing but a boyish frolic," muttered the leader apologetically.
"Let this be the end of such nonsense," Norton said with a quiet drawl. "If I catch you fellows on a raid like this again I'll hang your leader to the first limb I find—good night."
A whistle blew and the beat of horses' hoofs148 along the narrow road told their hurried retreat.
Norton loosed the cords and led old Peeler to his house. As the fat, wobbling legs mounted the steps the younger man paused at a sound from behind and before he could turn a girl sprang from the shadows into his arms, and slipped to her knees, sobbing149 hysterically151:
"Save me!—they're going to beat me—they'll beat me to death—don't let them—please—please don't let them!"
By the light from the window he saw that her hair was a deep rich red with the slightest tendency to curl and her wide dilated152 eyes a soft greenish grey.
He was too astonished to speak for a moment and Peeler hastened to say:
"That's our little gal90, Cleo—that is—I—mean—of—course—it's Lucy's gal! She's just home from school and she's scared to death and I don't blame her!"
The girl clung to her rescuer with desperate grip, pressing her trembling form close with each convulsive sob150.[Pg 25]
The man drew the soft arms down, held them a moment and looked into the dumb frightened face. He was surprised at her unusual beauty. Her skin was a delicate creamy yellow, almost white, and her cheeks were tinged153 with the brownish red of ripe apple. As he looked in to her eyes he fancied that he saw a young leopardess from an African jungle looking at him through the lithe154, graceful form of a Southern woman.
And then something happened in the shadows that stood out forever in his memory of that day as the turning point of his life.
Laughing at her fears, he suddenly lifted his hand and gently stroked the tangled red hair, smoothing it back from her forehead with a movement instinctive155, and irresistible156 as he would have smoothed the fur of a yellow Persian kitten.
Surprised at his act, he turned without a word and left the place.
And all the way home, through the solemn starlit night, he brooded over the strange meeting with this extraordinary girl. He forgot his fight. One thing only stood out with increasing vividness—the curious and irresistible impulse that caused him to stroke her hair. Personally he had always loathed the Southern white man who stooped and crawled through the shadows to meet such women. She was a negress and he knew it, and yet the act was instinctive and irresistible.
Why?
He asked himself the question a hundred times, and the longer he faced it the angrier he became at his stupid folly157. For hours he lay awake, seeing in the darkness only the face of this girl.
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pompously
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redeeming
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hitched
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maniac
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tedium
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brass
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tenants
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gambling
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license
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housekeeper
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crumpled
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dubiously
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skull
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beckoning
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graceful
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| 膨胀； 凸出（部）； 打气； 折皱 | |
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whine
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