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Show f eg) iWOLFiPEfcJ h &$- jtf Harlan Hatcher. CHAPTER XI Continued 14 Daddy yes around like he had trouble bound on his shoulders. He works down around the mill so uch I don't know how he's ever oir" If Set herl)3 for bis meilicine arid "lie corn In and the hay made anll die sorghum. Jasper works In tt,e fields with a sorry look on his ace and I reckon he wants to marry. And Abral Is so excited about everything I can hear him flapping in his bed at night and ramming his knees with a hang Into the wall. And there's Jesse working work-ing on through his big book and looking at his steer, and I know he Is right nervous about going off over "to town with so much to do about the place before winter and all these strange men coming here from down-river, and the hard feel-tojs feel-tojs about Grover Sims getting killed. And there's Cynthia. What about you? You think about him and lii3 maps and papers he's working work-ing on, and about how you're to get over to the Institute for a winter win-ter and about silly things In the trees that you'd just better leave to old Mr. Stingy Shellenberger and his black man. But it's not nice to call even hi in bad names." These things gave her enough to think on. The work around the house offered more than she could do. Slowly September was creeping Into Wolfpen. Soon Cynthia would be going away and the thought was pleasant. She had finished the diverse di-verse colored cloth for the men's shirts and the blue twill cloth for her own dress, and now she was sewing them while Julia did the cutting. "Next week will come In a hurry," Julia said. "It's been such an odd summer, Cynthia answered. "No two summers are the same, Cynthia." i "But this one Is such an awful lot different the others seem alike." "There have been others, Cynthia. The summer Jesse was sick, and the year Lucy got married, and the spring Jenny moved over on Horse-pen; Horse-pen; but you were little and didn't notice It like I did to see the two girls gone." "And now with me about to go." "Rut It's Just over to town to the Institute, and not like marrying and going off for good and all." "Sometimes I don't think I'd better bet-ter go and leave you here with ; everything." i "It's not mnch, Cynthia, now that Mullens stays at the camp with the new men. I don't mind Shellenberger Shellenber-ger like you do, and I'll get Amy to come over on wash-days. I'll man-fie man-fie all right like I always have. I I want you to go and you must. And what we don't get done can Just wait. And there'll be a right smart ot money when Mr. Shellenberger ' pays for the land. We've been put- ting more than enough stuff away ; (acta winter. You Just set your j mind at rest, and be thankful for r jour chances." Cynthia sewed quietly In thought for a time. The looked at her a mother, noting the unselfish look of ' her face In repose and conscious ' the kindly strength of every (I faint line about her mouth and fore-if fore-if heal Her sense of withholding her- fl( from Intimate communication with Julia was suddenly and Inapt Ina-pt pulslvely gone. I "Mother," she said, j "Yes, Cynthia." j( "Do you think I ought to marry somebody?" "w'iy, yes, Cynthia, some time (l Jou should marry." TIqw old were you when you J married Daddy?" "Just about your nge. A little younger." "Is that too soon to marry or i' not?" It would be too soon for you, but " was right for me. I wns big for jj'y age. I knew how to manage a House and your father asked me to M"y him. A girl should marry m the right time for her comes." 7 "Do you think I ought to marry ', "Doug, Mother?" Julia controlled her surprise be- we she spoke again. '"ug: Is a mighty good boy." But do you think a girl ought 0 Harry Just a boy who Is good? , VH asked me to." Ifnd wlmt did you say to him?" ' 1 "aid It wasn't time to think ;v. "out thinks like that, and he asked . I ." Asked you what?" J li i " ' We"' he wantpd to know ", ' . If he . . ." She shifted fV ' yUcolored shirting on her lap, l'! nnd tllen down, "lie i I m M tl,at you Pone V , that surveyor?" It was H u!T aml 11 sn'd very strange L Cut u " l,1k''n mit of sivret "'' ' " 'he room between her aud bbbbw her mother Just a little phrase "liking that surveyor." It was such an odd world within to be folded up in three words and stood upon a sewing stand or a bench by the loom. Julia let It stand there until It was no longer 111 at ease, and then said without probing Cynthia's secrets, se-crets, "What did you tell Doug?" "I told him a lie." Its sudden stab was so unexpected unexpect-ed that Julia exclaimed, "Why, Cynthia Cyn-thia 1" "It seemed like a little tiny lie when I told It, but that was yesterday yester-day and today it looks as big as Cranesnest . . . "Mother." "What, Cynthia?" "Do you think Reuben was about the nicest boy you ever saw?" "Well, I still remember your father, fa-ther, Cynthia. "And how he saw you first on the chip pile. You always look the same when anybody mentions that. I'm glad you saw him first that way . . . "Mother." "i7es, dear?" "Do you know how I first saw Reuben?" "No, you never said." "I had burned my hand on the stove, and I was stirring the batter with my left hand, slopping It out against my old dress, and I was so hot and my hair was stringing down In my eyes and I was Just about to cry. Then I heard the gate and thought It was Jesse and I went to the porch saying something to him and there he was tall and neat as a poplar, and I couldn't even run like you did when you first met Daddy, Dad-dy, but I stood there and mumbled. And then I went back In the kitchen kitch-en and cried ... "Mother." "Yes?" "Don't things ever come out the way a body dreams them?" "Hardly ever, dear. But sometimes some-times they are better." "I always thought I'd be looking neat and ladylike and standing by a pear tree, and I wasn't But maybe may-be It was more like you and Daddy." They were both silent now, each running forward with her own thoughts and unaware for the Instant In-stant that a unique moment had passed between them and that they had said things more Intimately than ever before. After a time Julia came back, carefully preserving preserv-ing the fragile expanslveness which had confessed these things to her. Then, "You liked him that much, Cynthia?" "Yes, Mother." "Have you . . . talked anything about It?" "Yes . . . well, no, not right plain out. It Is something you Just know about the way you know you are breathing or a laurel sprig bursts out pink In the sun up the Pinnacle or Is that Just crazy talk Jasper always said about me saying Saul was prowling around the place?" "It's real nice to be able to know anything that way. A body can't always know things for a certainty." cer-tainty." "He's going to be a county surveyor sur-veyor some day. What Is a county surveyor?" "I don't Just know, but your Daddy Dad-dy would." "I reckon It doesn't matter much. Don't you think he Is different from Doug?" "Yes. But he's lived different and worked different Doug Is nice folks." "Mother. Do you think I ought to marry Reuben?" "Well, Cynthia, you're going to school next week." "Yes, and I wouldn't miss that for anything hardly. But there is next year." Ana, juiui cmiuiiiii.u, lie in. i so much ns asked you." "He said he would come back, and, Mother, It Just screamed out that very first day: 'That's him.'" "Yes, but he ma' have ... Interests In-terests down the river where he lives, and you mustn't . . . unless he has told you . . "Can't you tell a body things In any way but words, Mother?" "Why, yes, I reckon so, Cynthia, only a body could be mistaken, you know. Plenty folk mistake plain words. And It comes by nature for Reuben Warren to be nice to peo- Ple" "That nfternoon we sat on trio gray stone by the sycamore and he Tald his hand over mine In the white-haired white-haired moss, and then he took It awav again but It was still there, and "that's how you know when Its true." "You are a strange girl, my dear child, and I reckon you ought to know if it's that way with you. Hit I wouldn't have any Might spot your heart for this world." "1 guess I oughtn't of lied to Doug though." "I reckon that was Just the thlnz you ought to say to him," Julia said. "I wouldn't want to make Doug feel bad. He works awful hard at the place and he Is banking so much on his crop of 'seng. 1 did promise him I'd go look at his 'seng -bed before I go." "You ought to do that, and I must send Sarah some of the purple pur-ple dahlias, and some wheat loaf." And on this they began to read-Just read-Just their Inner lives to the new Intimacies born of Cynthia's confession. confes-sion. CHAPTER XII TT WAS In the afternoon at the 1 end of August that Cynthia went down to say good-by to Sarah Mason Ma-son and Doug. It was the first time in many weeks that she had sat the Finemare and ridden out of Wolf-pen. Wolf-pen. It was a Joyous thing to feel horse muscle flow under her thighs and connect with her spirit, to hear the soft, plopping of quick hoofs against the sand. It was tonic to efface the thought of what she would see when she peered into the hollow at Dry Creek filled with new men whom Sparrel called riffraff and was troubled about. She waved to Jesse in the meadow mea-dow where he had been furiously tossing hay and was sitting now under a haycock with the book opened on his knees. "I reckon Jesse sure means business whether he pitches hay or reads the law. I'm right glad he'll be over there too, even if he don't come for a week or two." Sparrel was outside- his shop, leaning against the shade by the door, looking to nowhere out of Wolfpen with puzzlement on his face. It slipped off as Cynthia came Into the mill-yard, and he spoke kindly to her and patted the rump of the Finemare. "You two make a fine-looking outfit, out-fit, if I do say It myself." Cynthia, seeing a remnant of her Daddy Sparrel in his eyes and voice, thought, "He ought to have more lliiiil? "You'll Be Coming Back to Visit Before Long, I Reckon." pleasure out of all this business than he's getting, but he lets other men's troubles be his own because they are on his land, when he ought to let Shellenberger and his black man run on to suit themselves, and be happy up Wolfpen with his own place." She smiled to Mm, and waved back as she took the ford over Gannon. Gan-non. And she smiled with her own sense of pleasure as she heard Ab-ral's Ab-ral's voice pitched high saying, "No. It won't go that way. Here. Watch me." She dreaded the thought of looking look-ing up the hollow where the trees had been cut As she came Into the road beyond the shadow of the Pinnacle Pin-nacle where Dry Creek would burst Into view, she played a game with herself and the Finemare. "We'll see if we can go by without either of us looking over there to the slaughter pens," she said aloud. It was a difficult game to play. She fixed her eyes on the Finemare's ears for many paces. Then she looked off to the bright, sun-tinted green on the timbered ridges to the north, and down Into the cool dark pockets In the hollows where the shadows lay. The Finemare held her neck straight down the road be-tn-oon the Patches of rank horse- weeds as high as her back. "It's not fair for me, Finemare, because you couldn't see over along here even If you wanted to. But I Just naturally face that over there because be-cause I sit sideways, and I have to stretch my neck to look the other way. It's funny how you try not to look at something you don't want to see and all the time feel it pulling at your eves so hard you can't hardly hard-ly keep them off of it." She looked at a great white roll of cloud, trying try-ing to decide whether to have It be a dragon straining for its prey, or a fair host of angels draping a veil of luminous wings over the unmolested hills. Then she decided they were 1ut ordlnarv clouds with nothing to do but go riding iu the sky in the afternoon. go she resisted Dry Creek while thev passed the rank horse-weed?, and the cane-brake she,,::Mg pile yellow poles high above her. an I came to the open meadow. U-io s;,e suddenly fe': the lure of r: ;-ness ;-ness rushins across the e; ea s;e and reaching for her eyes, as though a barrier had fallen. She resisted with an effort. She heard the voices of men framing the curious, sharp monosyllabic cries to the mules anu oxen. She felt tiie smell of wood smoke in her nose and on her tongue. Still she did not look, and the mare was absorbed in the animated ani-mated manipulation of her own legs. "I reckon maybe we can do what we make up our minds to And if you won't look while I do it, I'll siiut my eyes till we are clean across the meadow and get our backs to it." She closed her eyes, and gave her body in relaxa tion to the rhythm of each precise step of the mare. Then she felt the mascles on the mare's shoulders contract with a snap, and tighten back to her rump, as she swerved and broke the rhythm of her gait Cynthia involuntarily invol-untarily opened her eyes to see a young rabbit leap into a clump of berry vines. As she followed its leap she heard men shouting, followed by the swish and the sharp explosive crack of a tree beginning its fall. The mare looked and Cynthia looked into the hollow at the heavy fall of a great tulip tree, lunging against all the efforts of the lumberman down-hill through space in a thunderous sighing sigh-ing swish, rebounding from the ground on resilient limbs and springing like a beheaded chicken a dozen yards from the stump on the steep hillside. "I reckon a body Just has to look sometimes when things get hurt and die. Does it make your stomach stom-ach twist too? We both did it at the same time, and maybe you are not so different from the other people peo-ple Just because your square mouth won't make any words." And Cynthia looked Into the smoking brush piles and ugly stumps where 'possums used to crouch In the padded silence. The Mason place was unaltered ; the weathered paling fence where she left the mare, the chickens about the yard, the slight musty smell of the house compounded of wood-smoke, unaired rooms, cooking cook-ing and sickness. It dawned suddenly sud-denly on Cynthia that it was this redolence of other people which had always made her vaguely unhappy at the Masons'. The roof over the porch was still Incomplete. There was a hen in Sarah's hickory-split rocker. Cynthia Cyn-thia went on Into the kitchen. Sarab had her large bare feet propped on a cushion while she shelled beans from the sack by her side. She wept to see Cynthia, dabbing dab-bing at her eyes and smiling and talking all the time about how long it had been since she had come to see her, of the progress of her afflictions, af-flictions, of the gifts Julia bad sent, and of Doug. "He's gone over to his 'seng patch again. He goes over there purt' near every evening with his gun." Cynthia told her about the news from Wolfpen and ber plans for the Institute. Sarab made her usual exclamations ex-clamations and another of these visits was nearing an end. "So you go off next week," Sarah said again, hobbling to the porch. "You'll be coming back to visit before be-fore long, I reckon." "Yes, it's not so far." "Doug Is over by the 'seng bed, Cynthia. He'd never get over it if you went off without saying good-by," good-by," she said, dabbing at her eyes again. "I'll go by the patch like I said. You take good care of yourself while I'm gone." "I'll do the best I can, Cynthia. I wish you didn't have to hurry off." Doug was crouched In a clump of sumac bushes looking down on the oblong glade. He was so Intent that he did not see or hear her at once. She slipped down from the mare and stood watching him shoulder the gun, and trying to see what he could be shooting at. There was nothing to be seen but a few cardinals flitting about the red seed-pod berries on the 'seng. While she looked, he fired, and as she batted bat-ted her eyes and calmed the startled star-tled mare she saw a puff of red feathers Jerk sharply upward and then flutter to the ground. "Oh 1" she cried, as If she were hurt, and hid her eyes against the mare's neck. "Why, howdy, Cynthia." He came out of the bushes full of pleasure at the unexpected sight of her, and then looking puzzled aa he sensed obscurely that she bad turned away her spirit "How's the folks?" be said, touching touch-ing the mare's mane. "What In the world are you shooting, Doug?" sue aemanueu. "Birds." "Was that a cardinal you Just killed?" "Yes. That makes nearly two hundred I got this week and I only missed three." "Oh, shame on you, Doug! How could you do such a thing!" "Why, they're heartin' every berry ber-ry In my 'seng patch and eating the seed I wanted to save." (TO BE COTlMED) |