"I heard yer comin'," she said, agreeably. "My white folks ain't up yit. Marse Andy al'ays sleeps late on er wet day, en young miss just got back from town en is in 'er room, tryin' ter res'. She saddled de hoss 'erse'f 'bout2 midnight en rode off. She said she couldn't sleep nohow widout knowin' how Tobe Keith was gittin' on. I tried ter stop 'er, en so did 'er pa, but she would go."
"And did she get favorable news?" Charles asked.
"He's des de same as he was," Zilla replied, with a sigh. "He's powerful critical. She waited dar all night at de hotel wid Miz' Quinby. One minute she'd hear one thing, and den3 ergin sumpin' else. Po' chile talk erbout war-times en slave days? Dat po' chile has mo' ter bear dan 'er ma en pa ever went th'oo when dey was all fightin' fer de ole state."
The rain was still falling heavily when he left the table, and as he stood in the front doorway4 and realized that it was too wet for hoeing, he suddenly thought of the blacksmith shop and the work he had planned to do in sharpening the tools. Glad of something to busy himself with, he went to the shop, kindled5 a fire in the antiquated6 forge, and began to work. There was something vaguely7 soothing8 in the splash and patter of the rain on the low, blackened roof of split oaken boards, the sucking of the air into the bellows9, the creaking of the bellows chains, the ringing of the anvil10, and the spray of metallic11 sparks in the half darkness of the room.
It was near noon. The rain had ceased, though the clouds were still heavy and lowering. He was hammering on a red plowshare when Mary suddenly appeared in the doorway. Her back was to the outer daylight, her face dimly lighted by the slow blaze of the forge. She advanced into the shop, paused and scanned the heap of sharpened tools on the ground near the tub of blackened water which was used for cooling the metal.
"What a wonder you are!" she cried, with an attempt at a lightness he knew she did not feel. "You have already done ten dollars' worth of work this morning. You see I know, for I pay the bills."
"It is nothing," he answered. "I wanted to be busy."
"I heard the ringing of the anvil when I waked, and knew what it meant. Yes, you are wonderful, and I am afraid"—she tried to smile—"that you are too valuable for us. I was thinking about you on my way to town last night. You won't stay here. You can't stand this sort of thing—I mean the awful mess you find us in. I wouldn't blame you for leaving us. Why, I'll be frank with you, Mr. Brown—it is only fair to you as a stranger in this locality. There are plantations12 only a few miles away where you would find more people employed, where they have some sort of amusement, and where the people you'd work for would not be upset and depressed13 as we are. I did want to save our crops, now that they are planted, but, facing this other thing, the crops count for nothing—nothing at all. If God would show me a way to save my brothers I'd give my very soul in payment. You don't know—no one could know how I feel. I am stretched on a cross, Mr. Brown. I am praying with every breath I draw, but I am stifling14 under the dread15 of what may happen. At this very minute Tobe Keith may—may—" she groaned16, leaned against the bellows and stood shuddering17, cowed and wild-eyed, under the horror her mind had pictured.
"Don't, don't, please don't!" he cried. "Don't give up. Don't lose hope. There is always hope. I lost it once in—in a great trouble, but I lived through it somehow. You will, too. Some wise man has said that God does not lay any burden on any one that is too heavy to bear. Think of that—believe that; it comforted me once. It is comforting me now in the belief that you will escape from this terrible thing."
"Oh, do you think so—do you?" and she wrung18 her hands, lowered her head again, and uttered a little wail19 that ended in a sob20.
He all but reached out his hands toward her in a strange, bold impulse to take her into his arms, but checked himself and stood aghast as he contemplated21 the catastrophe22 which might have followed such an unwarranted act. Had he subconsciously23 leaped back to the free period before his downfall, or, as a regenerated24 man, had he for an instant felt himself to be on her level? Ah no, it was the kinship again—the kinship of suffering souls.
"I'm sure of it," he repeated. "If I thought otherwise I'd see no good in life at all. Men deserve punishment for the wrong they do, but gentle girls like you must not suffer for the mistakes of men. It will pass over—your cloud will blow away."
"Oh, oh!" and she put her hands to her dry eyes while her shoulders shook. "I hope—you make me hope a little, somehow—that what you say may be true. You comfort me more than everybody else put together. It is your way, your voice, your look. You are a good, kind man, Mr. Brown. How strange that you came just when you did! I'll try to be braver. I'll try to stop thinking that every approaching person on the road is coming to tell me the worst."
"That is right," he said.
"And would you pray—would you continue to pray?" she asked, with the timid simplicity25 of a child groping in the dark.
Their eyes met steadily26. "I don't know how to advise you as to that," he said, after a pause full of thought. "I must confess that I am not religious. I used to pray, as a child, but I don't now."
"Well, I shall keep it up," she said, quietly. "There are moments when it seems to help. I prayed to be allowed to sleep this morning, and I did. You see, I need the strength. If I go to pieces all may be lost, for my father can do nothing."
She turned back to the house. The rain had ceased, though the clouds were still thick and lowering. The forge blazed again; the anvil rang as he pounded the yielding steel into shape. He had forgotten himself and his past; the new existence was buoying27 him up again. Nothing mattered but the woes28 which had come to Mary Rowland and the necessity of his shouldering them—fighting them.
When the bell rang for lunch he went into the house. He found Mary in the dining-room, packing some food into a basket.
"It is for the boys," she explained. "I am glad it is clearing up, for I must take it to them."
"You?" he cried, in surprise.
"Yes," she made answer, simply. "Father and I are the only ones who know where the boys are. Father is in town now to wait for news and to attend to some business with Mr. Frazier at the bank. Father would not want me to go, but some one must."
"Might I not go in your place?" he asked, and he actually held his breath while he waited for her reply.
"You don't know the way," she said. "It is hard even for me to find."
He looked at the heavy basket. "But you can't carry that by yourself. May I not carry it for you?"
She glanced at him gratefully. "Would you really care to go?" she inquired. "It is a long walk, and difficult even in dry weather."
"Please!" he said. "You ought not to go alone."
"Thank you; but first get your dinner. I don't want any. I have only just eaten my breakfast."
When they started out, half an hour later, the clouds had lifted somewhat, though they were still full of rain. They went through the barn-yard, climbed over the rail fence, and entered the near-by thicket29, which stretched on into the sloping woodland of the mountains. The wet weeds and grass were already dampening her shoes, and, noting it, he paused suddenly.
"You really ought not to expose yourself this way," he protested. "Your feet will be soaked in a very short time."
"It doesn't matter," she said. "Nothing matters, Mr. Brown, but the fate that hangs over my brothers. I think I could wade30 in water up to my knees for days at a time and not be conscious of discomfort31. It isn't one's body that feels the greatest pain, it is the mind, the soul, the memory. The pain comes from the futility32 of hoping. Life is a tragedy, isn't it?"
"Yes and no," he answered, smiling into her expectant, upturned face, the beauty of which had deepened under her gloom. "I have thought so at times, but there were always rifts33 in my clouds. There will be in yours."
"How sweet and noble of you!" she said, tremulously, in her emotion. Suddenly he saw that she was studying his face closely, feature by feature. Then she continued, as one rendering34 a verdict: "Yes, you have suffered. I see the traces of it. It lurks35 in the tone of your voice; it shows itself in your sympathy for me."
Without revealing his new-found passion for her, which surged within him like a raging torrent36, there was nothing he could say. Presently they came to a brook37 several yards in width and he could see no means of crossing it. She was disturbed for a moment, but to her surprise he stepped into the shallow water, took the basket to the other side and, wet to his knees, came wading38 back to her.
"You must let me carry you across," he said, smiling.
"No, I'm too heavy." She shook her head.
"I could carry one of you under each arm," he jested. "Come!" He held out his hands. She hesitated. A touch of pink colored her cheeks, and then she came into his arms.
"There," he directed, as he lifted her up, "put your arm around my neck and lean toward me. Don't be afraid. That's right. I must be steady, you know, for there are round stones under my feet, and if I slipped we'd both go down."
Reaching the other side, he put her down and took up the basket. His heart was beating like a trip-hammer. The flush was still on Mary's face.
"You carried me as if I were a baby," she said. "How very strong you are! I could feel the muscles of your arms like knotted ropes. What an odd mixture you are!"
"In what way?" he asked, as they moved on side by side.
"I hardly know," she answered. "Well, for one thing, you seem out of place as a common workman in the fields. You have the manner, the way of—" She broke off, and the flush in her cheeks deepened.
"I've been several things," he admitted, with a sigh. "I ought to know something of life, for I've had many experiences."
"I was in your room this morning," she said. "It is a desolate39 place for a man of your temperament40. I must fix it up. The attic41 is full of old things—curtains, pictures, and even books. You must be lonely at times. I noticed a photograph on your bureau in a frame. It was that of a child, a beautiful little girl. She was so refined-looking, and so daintily dressed. She resembled you, about the eyes and brow."
Charles stared fixedly42. He looked confused. "Yes, I think we do look alike," he finally replied. Probably she expected him to say more, but how was it possible to explain?
"I think I understand," she said, almost in an undertone, as she strode on ahead of him. "I now know why you look homesick at times. You must miss her."
He saw that she did not fathom43 the truth about the child, but he was not prepared for an adequate explanation and so he remained silent. However, the girl was making deductions44.
"It must be," she thought, as she forged her way through the damp bushes still ahead of him. "It is his child. His wife must be living and they are separated, or he would speak of her. Poor fellow!"
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antiquated
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soothing
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bellows
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metallic
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