Part 10 (1/2)
He folded his hands on the pummel and let his feet slip out of the uncertain rope stirrups. Sitting thus relaxed, for a moment he looked meditatively at the old mule's drooping ears, then reached in his pocket, brought out a red handkerchief of the bandanna type and wiped his brow. He had something to tell her--she knew this! But she knew, too, from experience that when he brought a message he must take his own time about delivering it.
”Dat's a mighty spry gemmen over to our house,” he finally remarked.
”Mr. Brent?” she flushed a little.
”No-deedy! He's spry, too; but dis'n I'm talkin' 'bout jes' come.”
”Yes, I heard about him,” she said. ”A sort of hill-billy, isn't he?”
”Now, how'd you heah dat?” the old fellow looked down at her. ”He only got dar las' night!”
”I don't remember--somebody came by an' told Pappy, I reckon.”
”It do beat all how tales travel,” he doubtfully shook his head. ”But don' you put no stock in him bein' a hill-billy! Long haih an' s'penders don' make no greenhorn. Dey never has yit, an' dey never will--any moh'n a Adam's Apple do; an' I got a Adam's Apple mahse'f, sech as 'tis! I got sumfin else, too!” He slowly closed one eye and looked up at the sky.
”A note?” she laughed.
”Dat ain' so fur off!”
”A message?”
”You sho' guessed it dat time!” he chuckled. ”Some-un suttenly do a lot of thinkin' 'bout some-un--dat's all I got to say!”
”Does he?” she blushed. It pleased her to have this old man tease. It was her only outlet; he was the only one who shared the secrets of their trysts.
”He suttenly do! I don' reckon she's been outen his mind but onct dis spring!”
”When could that have been?” she bantered.
The old fellow's face disappeared into a network of wrinkles. ”Dat wuz when he picked his gloves offen de po'ch an' got one on befoh knowin' a hornet had done crawled in it. He come purty nigh fergittin' his salvation, den! All de same,” he added, still chuckling, ”he say he's comin' over dis 'way dis evenin', less'n de lightnin' strike 'im. Dar ain' no cloud in de sky now,” he looked up musingly.
He felt about for the stirrups with his boots and then took up the old reins, still grinning and bowing his adieux with a gallantry that would have done credit to the Colonel. And, as he rode away, she drew a deep, trembling breath of happy antic.i.p.ation.
CHAPTER X
THE SPIRIT OF SUNLIGHT PATCH
The old darky, after another half hour of plodding, sighed as he turned into the welcome shade of Flat Rock. The pike had been s.h.i.+mmering white and his eyes ached. Yet, as he followed the woodland road, he thought of a garnet shadow on a young throat, and again he sighed. In a vague way it meant a sign to him, and troubled his old heart.
A glimpse of Bob's house and its carefully kept grounds came into view, each detail opening as he approached, until he saw Jane and the mountaineer seated on the lawn. Pa.s.sing by a side way to the rear, had his eyes been good he might have seen her face flushed with interest in the man whom she was drawing out and graciously dissecting.
For this was one of her own people--one of that very shut-in, restless, hungry type, whom she had hoped by the perfecting of herself to help.
Other scholars at the school were not like him. They were, with a single exception, of the valley and foothills, but this one came from primeval grandeur. He alone possessed the absorbing craze to learn which had dominated her own life, and so she felt peculiarly drawn to him.
”I must ask you,” she was saying, ”where you get your way of talking.
We of the mountains,”--and she noted his look of thanks for this acknowledgment of mutual origin--”come out with our dialect pure; but I find you mixing it up with bits of really correct speech!”
”I can't talk yet like I want to,” he answered, carefully choosing his words, ”but what I've learned was up in Sunlight Patch. Some of the finest speakin' in the world, I reckon, is up thar!”
”Up there,” Jane corrected.