Holly1 sat on the back porch, her slippered2 feet on the topmost step of the flight leading to the “bridge” and from thence to the yard. She wore a simple white dress and dangled3 a blue-and-white-checked sun-bonnet from the fingers of her right hand. Her left hand was very pleasantly occupied, since its pink palm cradled Holly’s chin. Above the chin Holly’s lips were softly parted, disclosing the tips of three tiny white teeth; above the mouth, Holly’s eyes gazed abstractedly away over the roofs of the buildings in the yard and the cabins behind them, over the tops of the Le Conte pear-trees in the back lot, over the fringe of pines beyond, to where, like a black speck4, a buzzard circled and dropped and circled again above a distant hill. I doubt if Holly saw the buzzard. I doubt if she saw anything that you or I could[22] have seen from where she sat. I really don’t know what she did see, for Holly was day-dreaming, an occupation to which she had become somewhat addicted5 during the last few months.
The mid-morning sunlight shone warmly on the back of the house. Across the bridge, in the kitchen, Aunt Venus was moving slowly about in the preparation of dinner, singing a revival6 hymn7 in a clear, sweet falsetto:
“Lord Gawd of Israel,
Lord Gawd of Israel,
Lord Gawd of Israel,
I’s gwan to meet you soon!”
To the right, in front of the disused office, a half-naked morsel8 of light brown humanity was seated in the dirt at the foot of the big sycamore, crooning a funny little accompaniment to his mother’s song, the while he munched9 happily at a baked sweet potato and played a wonderful game with two spools10 and a chicken leg. Otherwise the yard was empty of life save for the chickens and guineas and a white cat[23] asleep on the roof of the well-house. Save for Aunt Venus’s chant and Young Tom’s crooning (Young Tom to distinguish him from his father), the morning world was quite silent. The gulf11 breeze whispered in the trees and scattered12 the petals13 of the late roses. A red-bird sang a note from the edge of the grove14 and was still. Aunt Venus, fat and forty, waddled15 to the kitchen door, cast a stern glance at Young Tom and a softer one at Holly, and disappeared again, still singing:
“Lord Gawd of Israel,
Lord Gawd of Israel,
Lord Gawd of Israel,
Wash all mah sins away!”
Back of Holly the door stood wide open, and at the other end of the broad, cool hall the front portal was no less hospitably16 placed. And so it was that when the messenger of Fate limped and thumped17 his way up the steps, crossed the front porch and paused in the hall, Holly heard and leaped to her feet.
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“Is anyone at home in this house?” called the messenger.
Holly sped to meet him.
“Good-morning, Uncle Major!”
Major Lucius Quintus Cass changed his cane18 to his left hand and shook hands with Holly, drawing her to him and placing a resounding19 kiss on one soft cheek.
“The privilege of old age, my dear,” he said; “one of the few things which reconcile me to gray hairs and rheumatism20.” Still holding her hand, he drew back, his head on one side and his mouth pursed into a grimace21 of astonishment22. “Dearie me,” he said ruefully, with a shake of his head, “where’s it going to stop, Holly? Every time I see you I find you’ve grown more radiant and lovely than before! ’Pears to me, my dear, you ought to have some pity for us poor men. Gad24, if I was twenty years younger I’d be down on my knees this instant!”
Holly laughed softly and then drew her face into an expression of dejection.
“That’s always the way,” she sighed.[25] “All the real nice men are either married or think they’re too old to marry. I reckon I’ll just die an old maid, Uncle Major.”
“Rather than allow it,” the Major replied, gallantly25, “I’ll dye my hair and marry you myself! But don’t you talk that way to me, young lady; I know what’s going on in the world. They tell me the Marysville road’s all worn out from the travel over it.”
Holly tossed her head.
“That’s only Cousin Julian,” she said.
“Humph! ‘Only Cousin Julian,’ eh? Well, Cousin Julian’s a fine-looking beau, my dear, and Doctor Thompson told me only last week that he’s doing splendidly, learning to poison folks off real natural and saw off their legs and arms so’s it’s a genuine pleasure to them. I reckon that in about a year or so Cousin Julian will be thinking of getting married. Eh? What say?”
“He may for all of me,” laughed Holly. But her cheeks wore a little deeper tint,[26] and the Major chuckled26. Then he became suddenly grave.
“Is your Aunt at home?” he asked, in a low voice.
“She’s up-stairs,” answered Holly. “I’ll tell her you’re here, sir.”
“Just a moment,” said the Major, hurriedly. “I—oh, Lord!” He rubbed his chin slowly, and looked at Holly in comical despair. “Holly, pity the sorrows of a poor old man.”
“What have you been doing, Uncle Major?” asked Holly, sternly.
“Nothing, ’pon my word, my dear! That is—well, almost nothing. I thought it was all for the best, but now——” He stopped and shook his head. Then he threw back his shoulders, surrendered his hat and stick to the girl, and marched resolutely27 into the parlor28. There he turned, pointed29 upward and nodded his head silently. Holly, smiling but perplexed30, ran up-stairs.
Left alone in the big, square, white-walled room, dim and still, the Major unbuttoned[27] his long frock coat and threw the lapels aside with a gesture of bravado31. But in another instant he was listening anxiously to the confused murmur32 of voices from the floor above and plucking nervously33 at the knees of his trousers. Presently a long-drawn sigh floated onto the silence, and—
“Godamighty!” whispered the Major; “I wish I’d never done it!”
The Major was short in stature35 and generous of build. Since the war, when a Northern bullet had almost terminated the usefulness of his right leg, he had been a partial cripple and the enforced quiescence36 had resulted in a portliness quite out of proportion to his height. He had a large round head, still well covered with silky iron-gray hair, a jovial37 face lit by restless, kindly38 eyes of pale blue, a large, flexible mouth, and an even more generous nose. The cheeks had become somewhat pendulous39 of late years and reminded one of the convenient sacks in which squirrels place nuts in temporary storage. The Major[28] shaved very closely over the whole expanse of face each morning and by noon was tinged40 an unpleasant ghastly blue by the undiscouraged bristles41.
Although Holly called him “Uncle” he was in reality no relation. He had ever been, however, her father’s closest friend and on terms of greater intimacy42 than many near relations. Excepting only Holly, none had mourned more truly at Lamar Wayne’s death. The Captain had been the Major’s senior by only one year, but seeing them together one would have supposed the discrepancy43 in age much greater. The Major always treated the Captain like an older brother, accepting his decisions with unquestioning loyalty44, and accorded him precedence in all things. It was David and Jonathan over again. Even after the war, in which the younger man had won higher promotion45, the Major still considered the Captain his superior officer.
The Major pursued an uncertain law practice and had served for some time as[29] Circuit Judge. Among the negroes he was always “Major Jedge.” That he had never been able to secure more than the simplest comforts of life in the pursuit of his profession was largely due to an unpractical habit of summoning the opposing parties in litigation to his office and settling the case out of court. Add to this that fully23 three-fourths of his clients were negroes, and that “Major Jedge” was too soft-hearted to insist on payment for his services when the client was poorer than he, and you can readily understand that Major Lucius Quintus Cass’s fashion of wearing large patches on his immaculately-shining boots was not altogether a matter of choice.
The Major had not long to wait for an audience. As he adjusted his trouser-legs for the third time the sound of soft footfalls on the bare staircase reached him. He glanced apprehensively46 at the open door, puffed47 his cheeks out in a mighty34 exhalation of breath, and arose from his chair just as Miss India Wayne swept into[30] the room. I say swept advisedly, for in spite of the lady’s diminutive48 stature she was incapable49 of entering a room in any other manner. Where other women walked, Miss India swept; where others bowed, Miss India curtseyed; where others sat down, Miss India subsided50. Hers were the manners and graces of a half-century ago. She was fifty-four years old, but many of those years had passed over her very lightly. Small, perfectly51 proportioned, with a delicate oval face surmounted52 by light brown hair, untouched as yet by frost and worn in a braided coronet, attired53 in a pale lavender gown of many ruffles54, she was for all the world like a little Chelsea figurine. She smiled upon the Major a trifle anxiously as she shook hands and bowed graciously to his compliments. Then seating herself erectly55 on the sofa—for Miss India never lolled—she folded her hands in her lap and looked calmly expectant at the visitor. As the visitor exhibited no present intention of broaching56 the subject of his visit she took[31] command of the situation, just as she was capable of and accustomed to taking command of most situations.
“Holly has begged me not to be hard on you, Major,” she said, in her sweet, still youthful voice. “Pray what have you been doing now? You are not here, I trust, to plead guilty to another case of reprehensible57 philanthropy?”
“No, Miss Indy, I assure you that you have absolutely reformed me, ma’am.”
Miss India smiled in polite incredulity, tapping one slender hand upon the other as she might in the old days at the White Sulphur have tapped him playfully, yet quite decorously, with her folded fan. The Major chose not to observe the incredulity and continued:
“The fact is, my dear Miss Indy, that I have come on a matter of more—ah—importance. You will recollect58—pardon me, pray, if I recall unpleasant memories to mind—you will recollect that when your brother died it was found that he had unfortunately left very little behind him in[32] the way of worldly wealth. He passed onward59, madam, rich in the love and respect of the community, but poor in earthly possessions.”
The Major paused and rubbed his bristly chin agitatedly60. Miss India bowed silently.
“As his executor,” continued the Major, “it was my unpleasant duty to offer this magnificent estate for sale. It was purchased, as you will recollect, by Judge Linderman, of Georgia, a friend of your brother’s——”
“Pardon me, Major; an acquaintance.”
“Madam, all those so fortunate as to become acquainted with Captain Lamar Wayne were his friends.”
“Judge Linderman, as he informed me at the time of the purchase, bought the property as a speculation62. He was the owner of much real estate throughout the South. At his most urgent request you consented to continue your residence at[33] Waynewood, paying him rent for the property.”
“But nevertheless,” observed Miss India, a trifle bitterly, “being to a large extent an object of his charity. The sum paid as rent is absurd.”
“Nominal, madam, I grant you,” returned the Major. “Had our means allowed we should have insisted on paying more. But you are unjust to yourself when you speak of charity. As I pointed out—or, rather, as Judge Linderman pointed out to me, had you moved from Waynewood he would have been required to install a care-taker, which would have cost him several dollars a month, whereas under the arrangement made he drew a small but steady interest from the investment. I now come, my dear Miss Indy, to certain facts which are—with which you are, I think, unacquainted. That that is so is my fault, if fault there is. Believe me, I accept all responsibility in the matter and am prepared to bear your reproaches without a murmur, knowing that I have[34] acted for what I have believed to be the best.”
The Major paused as though deliberating.
“Pray continue, Major,” she said. “Whatever you have done has been done, I am certain, from motives64 of true friendship.”
The Major bowed gratefully.
“I thank you, madam. To resume, about four years ago Judge Linderman became bankrupt through speculation in cotton. That, I believe, you already knew. What you did not know was that in meeting his responsibilities he was obliged to part with all his real estate holdings, Waynewood amongst them.”
The Major paused, expectantly, but the only comment from his audience, if comment it might be called, was a quivering sigh of apprehension65 which sent the Major quickly on with his story.
“A Northerner!” cried Miss India.
“A Northerner, my dear lady,” granted the Major, avoiding the lady’s horrified67 countenance68, “but, as I have been creditably informed, a thorough gentleman and a representative of one of the foremost New York families.”
“A gentleman!” echoed Miss India, scornfully. “A Northern gentleman! And so I am to understand that for four years I and my niece have been subsisting69 on the charity of a Northerner! Is that what you have come to inform me, Major Cass?”
“The former arrangement was allowed to continue,” answered the Major, evenly, “being quite satisfactory to the new owner of the property. I regret, if you will pardon me, the use of the word charity, Miss India.”
“You may regret it to your soul’s content, Major Cass,” replied Miss India, with acerbity70. “The fact remains—the horrible, dishonoring fact! I consider[36] your course almost—and I had never thought to use the word to you, sir—insulting!”
“It is indeed a harsh word, madam,” replied the Major, gently and sorrowfully. “I realize that I have been ill-advised in keeping the truth from you, but in a calmer moment you will, I am certain, exonerate71 me from all intentions unworthy of my love for your dead brother and of my respect for you.” There was a suggestive tremble in the Major’s voice.
“You are right, my dear friend,” she said, softly. “I was too hasty. You will forgive me, will you not? But—this news of yours—is so unexpected, so astounding——!”
“Pray say no more!” interposed the Major, warmly. “I quite understand your agitation. And since the subject is unpleasant to you I will conclude my explanation as quickly as possible.”
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“There is more?” asked Miss India, anxiously.
“A little. Mr. Potter kept the property some three years and then—I learned these facts but a few hours since—then became involved in financial troubles and—pardon me—committed suicide. He was found at his desk in his office something over a year ago with a bullet in his brain.”
“Horrible!” ejaculated Miss India, but—and may I in turn be pardoned if I do the lady an injustice—there was something in her tone suggesting satisfaction with the manner in which a just Providence73 had dealt with a Northerner so presumptuous74 as to dishonor Waynewood with his ownership. “And now?” she asked.
“This morning I received a letter from a gentleman signing himself Robert Winthrop, a business partner of the late unfortunate owner of the property. In the letter he informs me that after arranging the firm’s affairs he finds himself in possession of Waynewood and is coming here to look it over and, if it is in condition to[38] allow of it, to spend some months here. He writes—let me see; I have his letter here. Ah, yes. H’m:
“‘My health went back on me after I had got affairs fixed75 up, and I have been dandling my heels about a sanitarium for three months. Now the physician advises quiet and a change of scene, and it occurs to me that I may find both in your town. So I am leaving almost at once for Florida. Naturally, I wish to see my new possessions, and if the house is habitable I shall occupy it for three or four months. When I arrive I shall take the liberty of calling on you and asking your assistance in the matter.’”
The Major folded the letter and returned it to the cavernous pocket of his coat.
“I gather that he is—ah—uninformed of the present arrangement,” he observed.
“That, I think, is of slight importance,” returned Miss India, “since by the time he arrives the house will be quite at his disposal.”
“You mean that you intend to move out?” asked the Major, anxiously.
“Most certainly! Do you think that I—that either Holly or I—would continue to[39] remain under this roof a moment longer than necessary now that we know it belongs to a—a Northerner?”
“But he writes—he expresses himself like a gentleman, my dear lady, and I feel certain that he would be only too proud to have you remain here——”
“I have never yet seen a Northern gentleman, Major,” replied Miss India, contemptuously, “and until I do I refuse to believe in the existence of such an anomaly.”
The Major raised his hands in a gesture of helpless protestation.
“Madam, I had the honor of fighting the Northerners, and I assure you that many of them are gentlemen. Their ways are not ours, I grant you, nor are their manners, but——”
“That is a subject upon which, I recollect, you and my brother were never able to agree.”
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“I do not pretend to pit my imperfect knowledge against yours, Major. There may be Northerners who have gentlemanly instincts. That, as may be, I refuse to be beholden to one of them. They were our enemies and they are still my enemies. They killed my brother John; they brought ruin to our land.”
“The killing77, madam, was not all on their side, I take satisfaction in recalling. And if they brought distress78 to the South they have since very nobly assisted us to restore it.”
“My brother has said many times,” replied the lady, “that he might in time forgive the North for knocking us down but that he could never forgive it for helping79 us up. You have heard him say that, Major?”
“I have, my dear Miss India, I have. And yet I venture to say that had the Lord spared Lamar for another twenty years he would have modified his convictions.”
“Never,” said Miss India, sternly; “never!”
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“You may be right, my dear lady, but there was something else I have often heard him say.”
“And pray what is that?”
“A couplet of Mr. Pope’s, madam:
“‘Good nature and good sense must ever join;
“I reckon, however,” answered the lady, dryly, “that you never heard him connect that sentiment with the Yankees.”
The Major chuckled.
“Deftly countered, madam!” he said. And then, taking advantage of the little smile of gratification which he saw: “But this is a subject which you and I, Miss India, can no more agree upon than could your brother and myself. Let us pass it by. But grant me this favor. Remain at Waynewood until this Mr. Winthrop arrives. See him before you judge him, madam. Remember that if what he writes gives a fair exposition of the case, he is little better than an invalid81 and so must find sympathy in every woman’s heart.[42] There is time enough to go, if go you must, afterwards. It is scarcely likely that Mr. Winthrop could find better tenants82. And no more likely that you and Holly could find so pleasant a home. Do this, ma’am.”
And Miss India surrendered; not at once, you must know, but after a stubborn defence, and then only when mutineers from her own lines made common cause with the enemy. Before the allied83 forces of the Major’s arguments and her own womanly sympathy she was forced to capitulate. And so when a few moments later Holly, after a sharp skirmish of her own in which she had been decisively beaten by Curiosity, appeared at the door, she found Aunt India and the Major amicably84 discussing village affairs.
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