Part 20 (1/2)

”And, pray, what did she say?” the general asked with some degree of curiosity.

”Why, she said they were like the shower of stars--she had 'heard tell'

of them, but she had never seen them. 'But,' said I, 'you have no doubt that the shower really occurred!'”

”Her ill.u.s.tration was somewhat unfortunate,” the general remarked.

”Oh, by no means,” Helen replied. ”She looked at me with a twinkle in her eyes, and said she had heard that it wasn't the stars that fell, after all.”

Talking thus, with long intervals of silence, the two walked along the gleaming road until they reached the tavern, where Miss Eustis found her aunt and Mrs. Haley waiting on the broad veranda.

”I don't think he is very polite,” said Helen, after her escort had bade them good night, and was out of hearing. ”He offered me his arm, and then, after we had walked a little way, suggested that we could get along more comfortably by marching Indian file.”

Mrs. Haley laughed loudly. ”Why, bless your innocent heart, honey! that ain't nothin'. The sand's too deep in the road, and the path's too narrer for folks to be a-gwine along yarm-in-arm. Lord! don't talk about perliteness. That man's manners is somethin' better'n perliteness.”

”Well,” said Helen's aunt, ”I can't imagine why he should want to make you trudge through the sand in that style.”

”It is probably an output of the climate,” said Helen.

”Well, now, honey,” remarked Mrs. Haley, ”if he ast you to walk wi' 'im, he had his reasons. I've got my own idee,” she added with a chuckle. ”I know one thing--I know he's monstrous fond of some of the Northron folks. Ain't you never hearn, how, endurin' of the war, they fotch home a Yankee soldier along wi' Hallie's husband, an' buried 'em side by side? They tell me that Hallie's husband an' the Yankee was mighty nigh the same age, an' had a sorter favor. If that's so,” said Mrs. Haley, with emphasis, ”then two mighty likely chaps was knocked over on account of the everlastin' n.i.g.g.e.r.”

All this was very interesting to Helen and her aunt, and they were anxious to learn all the particulars in regard to the young Federal soldier who had found burial at Waverly.

”What his name was,” said Mrs. Haley, ”I'll never tell you. Old Prince, the carriage-driver, can tell you lots more'n I can. He foun' 'em on the groun', an' he fotch 'em home. Prince use to be a mighty good n.i.g.g.e.r before freedom come out, but now he ain't much better'n the balance of 'em. You all 'ill see him when you go over thar, bekaze he's in an' out of the house constant. He'll tell you all about it if you're mighty perlite. Folks is got so they has to be mighty perlite to n.i.g.g.e.rs sence the war. Yit I'll not deny that it's easy to be perlite to old Uncle Prince, bekaze he's mighty perlite hisself. He's what I call a high-bred n.i.g.g.e.r.” Mrs. Haley said this with an air of pride, as if she were in some measure responsible for Uncle Prince's good breeding.

V

IT came to pa.s.s that Helen Eustis and her aunt lost the sense of loneliness which they had found so oppressive during the first weeks of their visit. In the people about them they found a never-failing fund of entertainment. They found in the climate, too, a source of health and strength. The resinous odor of the pines was always in their nostrils; the far, faint undertones of music the winds made in the trees were always in their ears. The provinciality of the people, which some of the political correspondents describe as distressing, was so genuinely American in all its forms and manifestations that these Boston women were enabled to draw from it, now and then, a whiff of New England air.

They recognized characteristics that made them feel thoroughly at home.

Perhaps, so far as Helen was concerned, there were other reasons that reconciled her to her surroundings. At any rate, she was reconciled.

More than this, she was happy. Her eyes sparkled, and the roses of health bloomed on her cheeks. All her movements were tributes to the buoyancy and energy of her nature. The little rector found out what this energy amounted to, when, on one occasion, he proposed to accompany her on one of her walks. It was a five-mile excursion; and he returned, as Mrs. Haley expressed it, ”a used-up man.”

One morning, just before Christmas, the Waverly carriage, driven in great state by Uncle Prince, drew up in front of the tavern; and in a few moments Helen and her aunt were given to understand that they had been sent for, in furtherance of an invitation they had accepted, to spend the holidays at Waverly.

”Ole Miss would 'a' come,” said Uncle Prince, with a hospitable chuckle, ”but she sorter ailin'; en Miss Hallie, she dat busy dat she ain't skacely got time fer ter tu'n 'roun'; so dey tuck'n sort atter you, ma'am, des like you wuz home folks.”

The preparations of the ladies had already been made, and it was not long before they were swinging along under the green pines in the old-fas.h.i.+oned vehicle. Nor was it long before they pa.s.sed from the pine forests, and entered the grove of live-oaks that shaded the walks and drives of Waverly. The house itself was a somewhat imposing structure, with a double veranda in front, supported by immense pillars, and surrounded on all sides by magnificent trees. Here, as Helen and her aunt had heard on all sides, a princely establishment had existed in the old time before the war--an establishment noted for its lavish hospitality. Here visitors used to come in their carriages from all parts of Georgia, from South Carolina, and even from Virginia--some of them remaining for weeks at a time, and giving to the otherwise dull neighborhood long seasons of riotous festivity, which were at once characteristic and picturesque. The old days had gone to come no more, but there was something in the atmosphere that seemed to recall them.

The stately yet simple architecture of the house, the trees with their rugged and enormous trunks, the vast extent of the grounds--everything, indeed, that came under the eye--seemed to suggest the past. A blackened and broken statue lay p.r.o.ne upon the ground hard by the weather-beaten basin of a fountain long since dry. Two tall granite columns, that once guarded an immense gateway, supported the fragmentary skeletons of two colossal lamps. There was a suggestion not only of the old days before the war, but of antiquity--a suggestion that was intensified by the great hall, the high ceilings, the wide fireplaces, and the high mantels of the house itself. These things somehow gave a weird aspect to Waverly in the eyes of the visitors; but this feeling was largely atoned for by the air of tranquillity that brooded over the place, and it was utterly dispersed by the heartiness with which they were welcomed.

”Here we is at home, ma'am,” exclaimed Uncle Prince, opening the carriage-door, and bowing low; ”en yon' come ole Miss en Miss Hallie.”

The impression which Helen and her aunt received, and one which they never succeeded in shaking off during their visit, was that they were regarded as members of the family who had been away for a period, but who had now come home to stay. Just how these gentle hosts managed to impart this impression, Helen and Miss Tewksbury would have found it hard to explain; but they discovered that the art of entertaining was not a lost art even in the piny woods. Every incident, and even accidents, contributed to the enjoyment of the guests. Even the weather appeared to exert itself to please. Christmas morning was ushered in with a sharp little flurry of snow. The scene was a very pretty one, as the soft white flakes, some of them as large as a canary's wing, fell athwart the green foliage of the live-oaks and the magnolias.

”This is my hour!” exclaimed Helen enthusiastically.

”We enjoy it with you,” said Hallie simply.

During the afternoon the clouds melted away, the sun came out, and the purple haze of Indian summer took possession of air and sky. In an hour the weather pa.s.sed from the crisp and sparkling freshness of winter, to the wistful melancholy beauty of autumn.