Part 5 (2/2)
A beautiful, slow, uneventful voyage on the Father of Waters landed the Boy in safety at the Woodville stopping-place. He leaped down the gang-plank with a shout and clasped his Big Brother's hand.
”My, my, but you've grown, Boy!”
”Haven't I?”
”Won't little mother be surprised and glad?”
”Let's fool her,” the Boy cried. ”Let me go up by myself and she won't know me!”
”All right--we'll try.”
The brother stopped at the village and the young stranger walked alone to his father's house. How beautiful it all seemed--the big log house with the cabins cl.u.s.tering around it! A horse neighed at the barn and a colt answered from the field.
He walked boldly up to the porch and just inside the door sat his lovely mother. She had been one of the most beautiful girls in all South Carolina in her day, his father had often said. She was beautiful still.
She had known what happiness was. She was the mother of ten strong children--five boys and five girls--and her heart was young with their joys and hopes. A smile was playing about her fine mouth. She was dreaming perhaps of his coming.
The Boy cleared his throat with a deep manly note and spoke in studied careless tones:
”Seen any stray horses around here, ma'am?”
The mother's eyes flashed as she sprang through the doorway and s.n.a.t.c.hed him to her heart with a cry of joy:
”No--but I see a stray Boy! Oh, my darling, my baby, my heart!”
And then words failed. She loosed her hold and held him at arm's length, tried to say something, but only clasped him again and cried for joy.
”Please, Ma, let me have him!” Polly pleaded.
And then he clasped his sister in a long, voiceless hug--loosed her and caught her again:
”I missed you, Polly, dear!” he sighed.
When all the others had been greeted, he turned to his mother:
”Where's Pa?”
”Down in the field with the colts.”
”I'll go find him!”
With a bound he was off. He wondered what his silent, undemonstrative father would do. He had always felt that he was a man of deep emotion for all his self-control.
He saw him in the field, walked along the edge of the woods, and suddenly came before him without warning. The father's lips trembled. He stooped without a word, clasped the Boy in his arms and kissed him again and again.
The youngster couldn't help wondering why a strong man should kiss so big a boy. The mother--yes--but his father, a man--no.
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