Part 5 (2/2)
”Hair,” cried Mother Moll, swaying nearer him, ”hair stranglin' yer throat till ye can't speak, curls weavin' round yer neck like a hangman's rope.”
Waldstricker glanced backward at the squatter girl. She stood in rigid silence, listening intently. Her hair, copper-colored in the light from the window at her side, framed in its s.h.i.+ning curls a face rapt and absorbed. Waldstricker leaned forward again, the better to see the rising steam wraiths.
”I see all ye love best sufferin'.” Letting the cane fall clattering to the floor, Mother Moll continued, doubled-fists outstretched to the man before her. ”I see the shadow of shame gathering about ye, I see a girl--a little girl--yer sister--holdin' out her hands pleadin' to some other man--” Again the aged voice trailed into that chattering laugh.
”An' I air seein' somethin' else.” The old woman rubbed the palms of her h.o.r.n.y hands together and pitched forward on her toes. She lifted her shaking, wizened face and thrust it so near the man that he drew back with a rough e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.i.o.n. Then smiling a wide, toothless smile, she laid her finger on her lips. Drawing it away again, she mumbled.
”Hair stranglin' 'em both, same as you, long curls like snakes stranglin' all of ye. G.o.d! _what hair!_”
Waldstricker, with flas.h.i.+ng eyes, suddenly got to his feet.
”Come out of here,” he ordered Tess, roughly. ”That hateful hag! The hateful wicked old woman!”
A wild, exultant yell left Mother Moll's lips.
”_Yep_, get out o' here!” she shrieked. ”Get out quick, both of ye! Yer lives'll twine like this, an' this, an' this.” Tensely she locked together her bony fingers. ”An' hair'll strangle ye, wretched man, an'
may ye never breathe a fine breath after it touches yer proud throat!”
Moved by a kind of superst.i.tious horror of the prophecies of the old witch, Waldstricker pushed her roughly aside, seized Tess by the arm and dragged her out of the house. On the path he let her go and stood transfixed, as though the length and abundance of the red curls, falling in disordered confusion to her hips, fascinated him. Then he lifted his great shoulders, and a tense breath slipped through his teeth.
”What an awful old woman!” he flung out disgusted. ”If there's any power in law or money, I'll root her out of that shanty as I will the rest of her tribe.”
Tess was thoroughly frightened. His ruthless roughness hurt her and his threats against Mother Moll and the squatters terrified her. Would he try and root Daddy Skinner and herself from their shanty? No, he couldn't! He couldn't! Neither would his long, powerful hands place their grip upon the life of the dwarf. Mother Moll had said so, and she believed--oh, how she believed it!
Waldstricker started to speak again, but unable to bear longer the cruel corner-curl of his lips, Tess of the Storm Country turned and fled swift-footed away toward the lake. The man watched the flying figure bounding along toward the span of blue water. Then with another flip of his whip, which struck the heads from the flower stems, he wheeled about and walked swiftly up the hill.
[Ill.u.s.tration: ”I WILL!” GRITTED WALDSTRICKER THROUGH HIS TEETH, IN SPITE OF HIMSELF, INTENSELY INTERESTED IN THE OLD WOMAN'S REVELATIONS]
CHAPTER IV
TESS AND FREDERICK
Tessibel left Waldstricker with but one idea buzzing in her active brain; to reach Daddy Skinner--to tell him all that had just happened.
She fled around the mud cellar and opened the door with swift-coming breath. When she entered the kitchen, her father was seated on her cot.
He raised his eyes and greeted her.
”Daddy,” panted the girl, closing the door, ”I jest seen Waldstricker an' he air a comin' down here tomorrow. I don't know what he wants, but Andy mustn't come out of the garret, not fer anythin'. An', Daddy!” She paused with a sudden sob, ”He says he air a goin' to root Mother Moll off'n her place. But don't let 'im turn us out of our shanty, will ye, Daddy?”
”Nope,” answered Skinner, grimly. ”I ain't held it all these years to let it go now fer a duffer like him.”
”An', Daddy dear,” blurted Tess, ”Mother Moll told old Waldstricker's fortune out of the pot, an' she says as how he ain't never goin' to git Andy back to Auburn till it air too late, even if he uses up all the money he air got. What d'ye think o' that?”
A little groan came from the garret. It no sooner fell on Tessibel's ears than she scurried, nimble-footed, up the ladder. Poking her head through the hole in the ceiling, she peered around. It was very dark, and even straining her eyes, she could see nothing.
”Andy!” she whispered. ”Andy, dear!”
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