When the editor reached his office on the second morning after the raid, his desk was piled with telegrams from every quarter of the state. The Governor had issued a proclamation disarming3 every white military company and by wire had demanded the immediate4 surrender of their rifles to the negro Adjutant-General. The same proclamation had created an equal number of negro companies who were to receive these guns and equipments.
The negroid state Government would thus command an armed black guard of fifty thousand men and leave the white race without protection.
Evidently His Excellency was a man of ambitions. It was rumored5 that he aspired6 to the Vice-Presidency and meant to win the honor by a campaign of such brilliance7 that the solid negro-ruled South would back him in the National Convention.
Beyond a doubt, this act was the first step in a daring attempt inspired by the radical8 fanatics9 in Congress to destroy the structure of white civilization in the South.[Pg 27]
And the Governor's resources were apparently10 boundless11. President Johnson, though a native Southerner, was a puppet now in the hands of his powerful enemies who dominated Congress. These men boldly proclaimed their purpose to make the South negro territory by confiscating12 the property of the whites and giving it to the negroes. Their bill to do this, House Bill Number Twenty-nine, introduced by the government leader, Thaddeus Stevens, was already in the calendar and Mr. Stevens was pressing for its passage with all the skill of a trained politician inspired by the fiercest hate. The army had been sent back into the prostrate13 South to enforce the edicts of Congress and the negro state government could command all the Federal troops needed for any scheme concocted14.
But the little Governor had a plan up his sleeve by which he proposed to startle even the Black Radical Administration at Washington. He was going to stamp out "Rebellion" without the aid of Federal troops, reserving his right to call them finally as a last resort. That they were ready at his nod gave him the moral support of their actual presence.
That any man born of a Southern mother and reared in the South under the conditions of refinement15 and culture, of the high ideals and the courage of the old régime, could fall so low as to use this proclamation, struck Norton at first as impossible. He refused to believe it. There must be some misunderstanding. He sent a messenger to the Capitol for a copy of the document before he was fully16 convinced.
And then he laughed in sheer desperation at the farce-tragedy to which the life of a brave people had been reduced. It was his business as an editor to record[Pg 28] the daily history of the times. For a moment in imagination he stood outside his office and looked at his work.
"Future generations simply can't be made to believe it!" he exclaimed. "It's too grotesque17 to be credible18 even to-day."
It had never occurred to him that the war was unreasonable19. Its passions, its crushing cost, its bloodstained fields, its frightful20 cruelties were of the great movements of the race from a lower to a higher order of life. Progress could only come through struggle. War was the struggle which had to be when two great moral forces clashed. One must die, the other live. A great issue had to be settled in the Civil War, an issue raised by the creation of the Constitution itself, an issue its creators had not dared to face. And each generation of compromisers and interpreters had put it off and put it off until at last the storm of thundering guns broke from a hundred hills at once.
It had never been decided21 by the builders of the Republic whether it should be a mighty22 unified23 nation or a loose aggregation24 of smaller sovereignties. Slavery made it necessary to decide this fundamental question on which the progress of America and the future leadership of the world hung.
He could see all this clearly now. He had felt it dimly true throughout every bloody25 scene of the war itself. And so he had closed the eyes of the lonely dying boy with a reverent26 smile. It was for his country. He had died for what he believed to be right and it was good. He had stood bareheaded in solemn court martials and sentenced deserters to death, led them out in the gray morning to be shot and ordered them dumped[Pg 29] into shallow trenches27 without a doubt or a moment's hesitation28. He had walked over battlefields at night and heard the groans29 of the wounded, the sighs of the dying, the curses of the living, beneath the silent stars and felt that in the end it must be good. It was war, and war, however cruel, was inevitable30—the great High Court of Life and Death for the nations of earth.
But this base betrayal which had followed the honorable surrender of a brave, heroic army—this wanton humiliation31 of a ruined people by pot-house politicians—this war on the dead, the wounded, the dying, and their defenseless women—this enthronement of Savagery32, Superstition33, Cowardice34 and Brutality35 in high places where Courage and Honor and Chivalry36 had ruled—these vandals and camp followers37 and vultures provoking violence and exciting crime, set to rule a brave people who had risked all for a principle and lost—this was a nightmare; it was the reduction of human society to an absurdity38!
For a moment he saw the world red. Anger, fierce and cruel, possessed39 him. The desire to kill gripped and strangled until he could scarcely breathe.
Nor did it occur to this man for a moment that he could separate his individual life from the life of his people. His paper was gaining in circulation daily. It was paying a good dividend40 now and would give his loved ones the luxuries he had dreamed for them. The greater the turmoil41 the greater his profits would be. And yet this idea never once flashed through his mind. His people were of his heart's blood. He had no life apart from them. Their joys were his, their sorrows his, their shame his. This proclamation of a traitor[Pg 30] to his race struck him in the face as a direct personal insult. The hot shame of it found his soul.
When the first shock of surprise and indignation had spent itself, he hurried to answer his telegrams. His hand wrote now with the eager, sure touch of a master who knew his business. To every one he sent in substance the same message:
"Submit and await orders."
As he sat writing the fierce denunciation of this act of the Chief Executive of the state, he forgot his bitterness in the thrill of life that meant each day a new adventure. He was living in an age whose simple record must remain more incredible than the tales of the Arabian Nights. And the spell of its stirring call was now upon him.
The drama had its comedy moments, too. He could but laugh at the sorry figures the little puppets cut who were strutting42 for a day in pomp and splendor43. Their end was as sure as the sweep of eternal law. Water could not be made to run up hill by the proclamation of a Governor.
He had made up his mind within an hour to give the Scalawag a return blow that would be more swift and surprising than his own. On the little man's reception of that counter stroke would hang the destiny of his administration and the history of the state for the next generation.
On the day the white military companies surrendered their arms to their negro successors something happened that was not on the programme of the Governor.
The Ku Klux Klan held its second grand parade. It was not merely a dress affair. A swift and silent[Pg 31] army of drilled, desperate men, armed and disguised, moved with the precision of clockwork at the command of one mind. At a given hour the armory44 of every negro military company in the state was broken open and its guns recovered by the white and scarlet45 cavalry46 of the "Invisible Empire."
Within the next hour every individual negro in the state known to be in possession of a gun or pistol was disarmed47. Resistance was futile48. The attack was so sudden and so unexpected, the attacking party so overwhelming at the moment, each black man surrendered without a blow and a successful revolution was accomplished49 in a night without a shot or the loss of a life.
Next morning the Governor paced the floor of his office in the Capitol with the rage of a maddened beast, and Schlitz, the Carpetbagger, was summoned for a second council of war. It proved to be a very important meeting in the history of His Excellency.
The editor sat at his desk that day smiling in quiet triumph as he read the facetious50 reports wired by his faithful lieutenants51 from every district of the Klan. An endless stream of callers had poured through his modest little room and prevented any attempt at writing. He had turned the columns over to his assistants and the sun was just sinking in a smother52 of purple glory when he turned from his window and began to write his leader for the day.
It was an easy task. A note of defiant53 power ran through a sarcastic54 warning to the Governor that found the quick. The editorial flashed with wit and stung with bitter epigram. And there was in his consciousness of power a touch of cruelty that should have[Pg 32] warned the Scalawag against his next act of supreme55 folly56.
But His Excellency had bad advisers57, and the wheels of Fate moved swiftly toward the appointed end.
Norton wrote this editorial with a joy that gave its crisp sentences the ring of inspired leadership. He knew that every paper in the state read by white men and women would copy it and he already felt in his heart the reflex thrill of its call to his people.
He had just finished his revision of the last paragraph when a deep, laughing voice beside his chair slowly said:
"May I come in?"
He looked up with a start to find the tawny58 figure of the girl whose red hair he had stroked that night bowing and smiling. Her white, perfect teeth gleamed in the gathering59 twilight60 and her smile displayed two pretty dimples in the brownish red cheeks.
"I say, may I come in?" she repeated with a laugh.
"It strikes me you are pretty well in," Norton said good-humoredly.
"Yes, I didn't have any cards. So I came right up. It's getting dark and nobody saw me——"
The editor frowned and moved uneasily
"You're alone, aren't you?" she asked.
"The others have all gone to supper, I believe."
"Yes, I waited 'til they left. I watched from the Square 'til I saw them go."
"Why?" he asked sharply.
"I don't know. I reckon I was afraid of 'em."
"And you're not afraid of me?" he laughed.
"No."
"Why not?"
"Because I know you."[Pg 33]
Norton smiled:
"You wish to see me?"
"Yes."
"Is there anything wrong at Mr. Peeler's?"
"No, I just came to thank you for what you did and see if you wouldn't let me work for you?"
"Work? Where—here?"
"Yes. I can keep the place clean. My mother said it was awful. And, honest, it's worse than I expected. It doesn't look like it's been cleaned in a year."
"I don't believe it has," the editor admitted.
"Let me keep it decent for you."
"Thanks, no. It seems more home-like this way."
"Must it be so dirty?" she asked, looking about the room and picking up the scattered61 papers from the floor.
Norton, watching her with indulgent amusement at her impudence62, saw that she moved her young form with a rhythmic63 grace that was perfect. The simple calico dress, with a dainty little check, fitted her perfectly64. It was cut low and square at the neck and showed the fine lines of a beautiful throat. Her arms were round and finely shaped and bare to an inch above the elbows. The body above the waistline was slender, and the sinuous65 free movement of her figure showed that she wore no corset. Her step was as light as a cat's and her voice full of good humor and the bubbling spirits of a perfectly healthy female animal.
His first impulse was to send her about her business with a word of dismissal. But when she laughed it was with such pleasant assurance and such faith in his friendliness66 it was impossible to be rude.[Pg 34]
She picked up the last crumpled67 paper and laid it on a table beside the wall, turned and said softly:
"Well, if you don't want me to clean up for you, anyhow, I brought you some flowers for your room—they're outside."
She darted68 through the door and returned in a moment with an armful of roses.
"My mother let me cut them from our yard, and she told me to thank you for coming that night. They'd have killed us if you hadn't come."
"Nonsense, they wouldn't have touched either you or your mother!"
"Yes, they would, too. Goodness—haven't you anything to put the flowers in?"
She tipped softly about the room, holding the roses up and arranging them gracefully69.
Norton watched her with a lazy amused interest. He couldn't shake off the impression that she was a sleek70 young animal, playful and irresponsible, that had strayed from home and wandered into his office. And he loved animals. He never passed a stray dog or a cat without a friendly word of greeting. He had often laid on his lounge at home, when tired, and watched a kitten play an hour with unflagging interest. Every movement of this girl's lithe71 young body suggested such a scene—especially the velvet72 tread of her light foot, and the delicate motions of her figure followed suddenly by a sinuous quick turn and a childish laugh or cry. The faint shadows of negro blood in her creamy skin and the purring gentleness of her voice seemed part of the gathering twilight. Her eyes were apparently twice the size as when first he saw them, and the pupils, dilated73 in the dusk, flashed with unusual brilliance.[Pg 35]
She had wandered into the empty reporters' room without permission looking for a vase, came back and stood in the doorway74 laughing:
"This is the dirtiest place I ever got into in my life. Gracious! Isn't there a thing to put the flowers in?"
The editor, roused from his reveries, smiled and answered:
"Put them in the pitcher75."
"Why, yes, of course, the pitcher!" she cried, rushing to the little washstand.
"Why, there isn't a drop of water in it—I'll go to the well and get some."
She seized the pitcher, laid the flowers down in the bowl, darted out the door and flew across the street to the well in the Court House Square.
The young editor walked carelessly to the window and watched her. She simply couldn't get into an ungraceful attitude. Every movement was instinct with vitality76. She was alive to her finger tips. Her body swayed in perfect rhythmic unison77 with her round, bare arms as she turned the old-fashioned rope windlass, drew the bucket to the top and dropped it easily on the wet wooden lids that flapped back in place.
She was singing now a crooning, half-savage melody her mother had taught her. The low vibrant78 notes of her voice, deep and tender and quivering with a strange intensity79, floated across the street through the gathering shadows. The voice had none of the light girlish quality of her age of eighteen, but rather the full passionate80 power of a woman of twenty-five. The distance, the deepening shadows and the quiet of the town's lazy life, added to the dreamy effectiveness of the song.[Pg 36]
"Beautiful!" the man exclaimed. "The negro race will give the world a great singer some day——"
And then for the first time in his life the paradox81 of his personal attitude toward this girl and his attitude in politics toward the black race struck him as curious. He had just finished an editorial in which he had met the aggressions of the negro and his allies with the fury, the scorn, the defiance82, the unyielding ferocity with which the Anglo-Saxon conqueror83 has always treated his inferiors. And yet he was listening to the soft tones of this girl's voice with a smile as he watched with good-natured indulgence the light gleam mischievously85 from her impudent86 big eyes while she moved about his room.
Yet this was not to be wondered at. The history of the South and the history of slavery made such a paradox inevitable. The long association with the individual negro in the intimacy87 of home life had broken down the barriers of personal race repugnance88. He had grown up with negro boys and girls as playmates. He had romped89 and wrestled90 with them. Every servant in every home he had ever known had been a negro. The first human face he remembered bending over his cradle was a negro woman's. He had fallen asleep in her arms times without number. He had found refuge there against his mother's stern commands and sobbed91 out on her breast the story of his fancied wrongs and always found consolation92. "Mammy's darlin'" was always right—the world cruel and wrong! He had loved this old nurse since he could remember. She was now nursing his own and he would defend her with his life without a moment's hesitation.
And so it came about inevitably93 that while he had[Pg 37] swung his white and scarlet legions of disguised Clansmen in solid line against the Governor and smashed his negro army without the loss of a single life, he was at the same moment proving himself defenseless against the silent and deadly purpose that had already shaped itself in the soul of this sleek, sensuous94 young animal. He was actually smiling with admiration95 at the beautiful picture he saw as she lifted the white pitcher, placed it on the crown of red hair, and crossed the street.
She was still softly singing as she entered the room and arranged the flowers in pretty confusion.
Norton had lighted his lamp and seated himself at his desk again. She came close and looked over his shoulder at the piles of papers.
"How on earth can you work in such a mess?" she asked with a laugh.
"Used to it," he answered without looking up from the final reading of his editorial.
"What's that you've written?"
The impudent greenish gray eyes bent96 closer.
"Oh, a little talk to the Governor——"
"I bet it's a hot one. Peeler says you don't like the Governor—read it to me!"
The editor looked up at the mischievous84 young face and laughed aloud:
"I'm afraid you wouldn't understand it."
The girl joined in the laugh and the dimples in the reddish brown cheeks looked prettier than ever.
"Maybe I wouldn't," she agreed.
He resumed his reading and she leaned over his chair until he felt the soft touch of her shoulder against his. She was staring at his paste-pot, extended her tapering97, creamy finger and touched the paste.[Pg 38]
"What in the world's that?" she cried, giggling98 again.
"Paste."
Another peal99 of silly laughter echoed through the room.
"Lord, I thought it was mush and milk—I thought it was your supper!—don't you eat no supper?"
"Sometimes."
The editor looked up with a slight frown and said:
"Run along now, child, I've got to work. And tell your mother I'm obliged for the flowers."
"I'm not going back home——"
"Why not?"
"I'm scared out there. I've come in town to live with my aunt."
"Well, tell her when you see her."
"Please let me clean this place up for you?" she pleaded.
"Not to-night."
"To-morrow morning, then? I'll come early and every morning—please—let me—it's all I can do to thank you. I'll do it a month just to show you how pretty I can keep it and then you can pay me if you want me. It's a bargain, isn't it?"
The editor smiled, hesitated, and said:
"All right—every morning at seven."
"Thank you, major—good night!"
She paused at the door and her white teeth gleamed in the shadows. She turned and tripped down the stairs, humming again the strangely appealing song she had sung at the well.
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