Part 17 (1/2)
The old man seemed hardly to hear the interruption as he paused, while in his eyes ancient fires seemed to be awakening, and as he spoke from that point on those fires burned to a zealot's fervour.
”Nuther one of ye don't remember back ter them days when ther curse of ther Harper-Doane war lay in a blood pestilence over these hyar hills ... but I remembers. .h.i.t. In them sorry times folks war hurtin' fer vittles ter keep life in thar bodies ... yit no man warn't safe workin'
out in his open field. I tells ye death was ther only Lord thet folks bowed down ter in them days ... and ther woman thet saw her man go forth from ther door didn't hev no confident a.s.surance she'd ever see him come back home alive. My son Caleb--Dorothy's daddy--went out with a lantern one night when ther dogs barked ... and we fotched him in dead.”
He paused, and seemed to be looking through the walls and hills to things that lay buried.
”Them few men thet cried out fer peace an' law-abidin' war scoffed at an' belittled.... Them of us that preached erginst bloodshed was cussed an' d.a.m.ned. Then come ther battle at Claytown ter cap hit off with more blood-lettin'.
”One of ther vi'lent leaders war shot ter death--an' t'other one agreed ter go away an' give ther country a chanst ter draw a free breath in peace onc't more.”
Again he fell silent, and when after a long pause he had not begun again Dorothy restively inquired: ”What's thet got ter do with me an Bas Rowlett, Gran'pap?”
”I'm a-comin' ter thet ... atter thet pitch-battle folks began turnin'
ter them they'd been laughin' ter scorn ... they come an' begged me ter head ther Thorntons an' ther Harpers. They went similar ter Jim Rowlett an' besaught him ter do ther like fer ther Rowletts an' ther Doanes.
They knowed that despite all ther bad blood an' hatefulness me an' Jim was friends an' thet more then we loved our own kin an' our own blood, we loved peace fer every man ... us two!”
Cal Maggard was watching the fine old face--the face out of which life's hards.h.i.+p and crudity had not quenched the majesty of una.s.suming steadfastness.
”An' since we ondertook ter make ther truce and ter hold it unbroke, hit's done stood unbroke!” The old man's voice rang suddenly through the room.
”An' thet's been nigh on ter twenty ya'rs ... but Jim's old an' I'm old ... an' afore long we'll both be gone ... an' nuther one ner t'other of us hain't sich fools es not ter know what we've been holdin' down....
Nuther one ner t'other of us don't beguile hisself with ther notion thet all them old hates air dead ... or thet ef wild-talkin', loose-mouthed men gains a hearin' ... they won't flare up afresh.”
He went over to the place where his pipe had fallen and picked it up and refilled it, and when he fell silent it seemed as though there had come a sudden stillness after thunder.
Then in a quieter tone he went on once more:
”Old Jim hain't got no boy ter foller him, but he confidences Bas. I hain't got no son nuther but I confidences my gal. Ther two of us hev always 'lowed thet ef we could see them wedded afore we lays down an'
dies, we'd come mighty nigh seein' ther old breach healed--an' ther old hates buried. Them two clans would git tergither then--an' thar'd jest be one peaceful fam'ly 'stid of two crowds of hateful enemies.”
Dorothy had hardly moved since she had spoken last. During her grandfather's zealous p.r.o.nouncement her slender uprightness had remained statue-like and motionless, but in her deep eyes all the powerful life forces that until lately had slept dormant now surged into their new consciousness and invincible self-a.s.sertion.
Now the head crowned with its ma.s.ses of dark hair was as high as that of some barbaric princess who listens while her marriage value is appraised by amba.s.sadors, and the eyes were full of fire too steadily intense for flickering. The arch of her bosom only revealed in movement the palpitant emotion that swayed her, with its quick rise and fall, but her voice held the bated quiet of a tempest at the point of breaking.
”I'd hate ter hev anybody think I wasn't full loyal ter my kith an' kin.
I'd hate ter fail my own people--but I hain't no man's woman ter be bartered off ner give away.” She paused, and in the long-escaping breath from her lips came an unmistakable note of scorn.
”Ye talks of healin' a breach, Gran'pap, but ye kain't heal no breach by tyin' a woman up ter a man she kain't never love. Thar'd be a breach right hyar under this roof ter start with from ther commencement.” That much she had been able to say as a preface in acknowledgment of the old man's sincerity of purpose, but now her voice rang with the thrill of personal liberty and its deeper claim. Her beauty grew suddenly gorgeous with the surge of colour to her cheeks and the flaming of her eyes. She stood the woman spirit incarnate, which can at need be also the tigress spirit, a.s.serting her home-making privilege, and ready to do battle for it.
”Fam'ly means a man an' a woman--an' children,” she declared, ”an' ther man thet fathers my babies hes need ter be ther man I _loves_!”
Caleb inclined his head. He had spoken, and now as one closes a book he dismissed the matter with a gesture.
”I've done give ye my reasons,” he said, ”but I hain't nuver sought ter fo'ce no woman, an' hit's too late ter start. Ther two of ye sets thar like a jury thet's done heered ther argyment. My plan wouldn't be feasible nohow onlessen yore heart war in hit, Dorothy, an' I sees es plain as day whar yore heart's at. So I reckon I kin give ye my blessin'
ef ye're plum sh.o.r.e ye hain't makin' no error.”