Part 11 (1/2)

”Ye never said nuthin ter hender,” she faltered.

”I never knowed Tobe, sca'cely. How's ennybody goin' ter know a man ez lived 'way off down hyar in Lonesome Cove?” her mother retorted, acridly, on the defensive. ”He never courted _me_, nohows. All the word he gin me war, 'Howdy,' an' I gin him no less.”

There was a pause.

Eugenia knelt on the hearth. She placed together the broken chunks, and fanned the flames with a turkey wing. ”I won't kiver the fire yit,” she said, thoughtfully. ”He mought be chilled when he gits home.”

The feathery flakes of the ashes flew; they caught here and there in her brown hair. The blaze flared up, and flickered over her flushed, pensive face, and glowed in her large and brilliant eyes.

”Tobe said 'Howdy,'” her mother bickered on. ”I knowed by that ez he hed the gift o' speech, but he spent no mo' words on me.” Then, suddenly, with a change of tone: ”I war a fool, though, ter gin my cornsent ter yer marryin' him, bein' ez ye war the only child I hed, an' I knowed I'd hev ter live with ye 'way down hyar in Lonesome Cove. I wish now ez ye bed abided by yer fust choice, an' married Luke Todd.”

Eugenia looked up with a gathering frown. ”I hev no call ter spen' words 'bout Luke Todd,” she said, with dignity, ”ez me an' him are both married ter other folks.”

”I never said ye hed,” hastily replied the old woman, rebuked and embarra.s.sed. Presently, however, her vagrant speculation went recklessly on. ”Though ez ter Luke's marryin', 'tain't wuth while ter set store on sech. The gal he found over thar in Big Fox Valley favors ye ez close ez two black-eyed peas. That's why he married her. She looks precisely like ye useter look. An' she laffs the same. An' I reckon _she_ 'ain't hed no call ter quit laffin', 'kase he air a powerful easy-goin' man.

Leastways, he useter be when we-uns knowed him.”

”That ain't no sign,” said Eugenia. ”A saafter-spoken body I never seen than Tobe war when he fust kem a-courtin' round the settlemint.”

”Sech ez that ain't goin' ter las' noways,” dryly remarked the philosopher of the chimney-corner.

This might seem rather a reflection upon the courting gentry in general than a personal observation. But Eugenia's consciousness lent it point.

”Laws-a-ma.s.sy,” she said, ”Tobe ain't so rampagious, nohows, ez folks make him out. He air toler'ble peaceable, cornsiderin' ez n.o.body hev ever hed grit enough ter make a stand agin him, 'thout 'twar the Cunnel thar.”

She glanced around at the little girl's face framed in the frill of her night-cap, and peaceful and infantile as it lay on the pillow.

”Whenst the Cunnel war born,” Eugenia went on, languidly reminiscent, ”Tobe war powerful outed 'kase she war a gal. I reckon ye 'members ez how he said he hed no use for sech cattle ez that. An' when she tuk sick he 'lowed he seen no differ. 'Jes ez well die ez live,' he said. An'

bein' ailin', the Cunnel tuk it inter her head ter holler. Sech hollerin' we-uns hed never hearn with none o' the t'other chil'ren. The boys war nowhar. But a-fust it never 'sturbed Tobe. He jes spoke out same ez he useter do at the t'others, 'Shet up, ye pop-eyed buzzard!'

Wa'al, sir, the Cunnel jes blinked at him, an' braced herself ez stiff, an' _yelled_! I 'lowed 'twould take off the roof. An' Tobe said he'd wring her neck ef she warn't so mewlin'-lookin' an' peaked. An' he tuk her up an' walked across the floor with her, an' she shet up; an' he walked back agin, an' she stayed shet up. Ef he sot down fur a minit, she yelled so ez ye'd think ye'd be deef fur life, an' ye 'most hoped ye would be. So Tobe war obleeged ter tote her agin ter git shet o' the noise. He got started on that thar 'forced march,' ez he calls it, an'

he never could git off'n it. Trot he must when the Cunnel pleased. He 'lowed she reminded him o' that thar old Cunnel that he sarved under in the wars. Ef it killed the regiment, he got thar on time. Sence then the Cunnel jes gins Tobe her orders, an' he moseys ter do 'em quick, jes like he war obleeged ter obey. I b'lieve he air, somehows.”

”Wa'al, some day,” said the disaffected old woman, a.s.suming a port of prophetic wisdom, ”Tobe will find a differ. Thar ain't no man so headin'

ez don't git treated with perslimness by somebody some time. I knowed a man wunst ez owned fower horses an' cattle-critters quarryspondin', an'

he couldn't prove ez he war too old ter be summonsed ter work on the road, an' war fined by the overseer 'cordin' ter law. Tobe will git his wheel scotched yit, sure ez ye air born. Somebody besides the Cunnel will skeer up grit enough ter make a stand agin him. I dunno how other men kin sleep o' night, knowin' how he be always darin' folks ter differ with him, an' how brigaty he be. The Bible 'pears ter me ter hev Tobe in special mind when it gits ter mournin' 'bout'n the stiff-necked ones.”

The spirited young mare that the ranger rode strove to a.s.sert herself against him now and then, as she went at a breakneck speed along the sandy bridle-path through the woods. How was she to know that the white-wanded young willow by the way-side was not some spiritual manifestation as it suddenly materialized in a broken beam from a rift in the clouds? But as she reared and plunged she felt his heavy hand and his heavy heel, and so forward again at a steady pace. The forests served to screen the strange light in the sky, and the lonely road was dark, save where the moonbeam was splintered and the mists loitered.

Presently there were cinders flying in the breeze, a smell of smoke pervaded the air, and the ranger forgot to curse the mare when she stumbled.

”I wonder,” he muttered, ”what them no 'count half-livers o' town folks hev hed the s.h.i.+ftlessness ter let ketch afire thar!”

As he neared the brink of the mountain he saw a dense column of smoke against the sky, and a break in the woods showed the little town--the few log houses, the ”gyarden spots” about them, and in the centre of the Square a great ma.s.s of coals, a flame flickering here and there, and two gaunt and tottering chimneys where once the court-house had stood. At some distance--for the heat was still intense--were grouped the slouching, spiritless figures of the mountaineers. On the porches of the houses, plainly visible in the unwonted red glow, were knots of women and children--ever and anon a brat in the scantiest of raiment ran nimbly in and out. The clouds still borrowed the light from below, and the solemn, leafless woods on one side were outlined distinctly against the reflection in the sky. The flare showed, too, the abrupt precipice on the other side, the abysmal gloom of the valley, the austere summit-line of the mountain beyond, and gave the dark mysteries of the night a sombre revelation, as in visible blackness it filled the illimitable s.p.a.ce.

The little mare was badly blown as the ranger sprang to the ground. He himself was panting with amazement and eagerness.

”The stray-book!” he cried. ”Whar's the stray-book?”