Part 7 (2/2)

”Not yit, but I's gwine to ez soon ez evah I gets de chanst now.”

”Uh, huh,” said the preacher, and he began to hasten his steps homeward.

”Seems lak you in a pow'ful hu'y to-night,” said his companion, with some difficulty accommodating his own step to the preacher's masterly strides. He was a short man and his pastor was tall and gaunt.

”I has somp'n' on my min,' Brothah Middleton, dat I wants to thrash out to-night in de sollertude of my own chambah,” was the solemn reply.

”Well, I ain' gwine keep erlong wid you an' pestah you wid my chattah, Brothah Hayward,” and at the next corner Isaac Middleton turned off and went his way, with a cheery ”so long, may de Lawd set wid you in yo'

meddertations.”

”So long,” said his pastor hastily. Then he did what would be strange in any man, but seemed stranger in so virtuous a minister. He checked his hasty pace, and, after furtively watching Middleton out of sight, turned and retraced his steps in a direction exactly opposite to the one in which he had been going, and toward the cottage of the very Sister Griggs concerning whose charms the minister's paris.h.i.+oner had held forth.

It was late, but the pastor knew that the woman whom he sought was industrious and often worked late, and with ever increasing eagerness he hurried on. He was fully rewarded for his perseverance when the light from the window of his intended hostess gleamed upon him, and when she stood in the full glow of it as the door opened in answer to his knock.

”La, Brothah Hayward, ef it ain't you; howdy; come in.”

”Howdy, howdy, Sistah Griggs, how you come on?”

”Oh, I's des tol'able,” industriously dusting a chair. ”How's yo'se'f?”

”I's right smaht, thankee ma'am.”

”W'y, Brothah Hayward, ain't you los' down in dis paht of de town?”

”No, indeed, Sistah Griggs, de shep'erd ain't nevah los' no whaih dey's any of de flock.” Then looking around the room at the piles of ironed clothes, he added: ”You sutny is a indust'ious ooman.”

”I was des 'bout finis.h.i.+n' up some i'onin' I had fu' de white folks,”

smiled Sister Griggs, taking down her ironing-board and resting it in the corner. ”Allus when I gits thoo my wo'k at nights I's putty well tiahed out an' has to eat a snack; set by, Brothah Hayward, while I fixes us a bite.”

”La, sistah, hit don't skacely seem right fu' me to be a-comin' in hyeah lettin' you fix fu' me at dis time o' night, an' you mighty nigh tuckahed out, too.”

”Tsch, Brothah Hayward, taint no ha'dah lookin' out fu' two dan it is lookin' out fu' one.”

Hayward flashed a quick upward glance at his hostess' face and then repeated slowly, ”Yes'm, dat sutny is de trufe. I ain't nevah t'ought o'

that befo'. Hit ain't no ha'dah lookin' out fu' two dan hit is fu'

one,” and though he was usually an incessant talker, he lapsed into a brown study.

Be it known that the Rev. Mr. Hayward was a man of a very level head, and that his bachelorhood was a matter of economy. He had long considered matrimony in the light of a most desirable estate, but one which he feared to embrace until the rewards for his labours began looking up a little better. But now the matter was being presented to him in an entirely different light. ”Hit ain't no ha'dah lookin' out fu'

two dan fu' one.” Might that not be the truth after all. One had to have food. It would take very little more to do for two. One had to have a home to live in. The same house would shelter two. One had to wear clothes. Well, now, there came the rub. But he thought of donation parties, and smiled. Instead of being an extravagance, might not this union of two beings be an economy? Somebody to cook the food, somebody to keep the house, and somebody to mend the clothes.

His reverie was broken in upon by Sally Griggs' voice. ”Hit do seem lak you mighty deep in t'ought dis evenin', Brothah Hayward. I done spoke to you twicet.”

”Scuse me, Sistah Griggs, my min' has been mighty deeply 'sorbed in a little mattah o' doctrine. What you say to me?”

”I say set up to the table an' have a bite to eat; tain't much, but 'sich ez I have'--you know what de 'postle said.”

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