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"Et don't matte no diff'en'ce nohow"
he muttered, "there ain't no use in a
doctah when doff tome's a-wallsin.
INiggah signs am such; but doctab
stuff am uncertain. De sign am riot
to be d•isembaye'd. What fo' did
iCupe walk a'bsent-nninded like iitto
de house t -day carryin' an. axe on his
shoulder. ` Did n't Cope know dat
seek a sign mean sure deff to some
person, and fo' de ILawd, de debbil
make him do that awful thing. And
when Cupe think of the awfulness of
de transaction an' step back to leave
de room, there settin, in de open doo'
way wah dat dawg, Ddawge; and he
jest look up in Cupe's eyes as sah'ful-
like as ever a dawg could look, as if
he say to his old frfen , 'Cape, you
lha:b gone an' done it, sure.' An' then
when Cupe cutch de awfulness of de
mistake an' look down at Dgawge
questionin'-like, de dawg raise his
head and open his mouf and -howl
tang and skearylike, looking all de
time in. Cune's face as moanful as de
young missus in de big house on her
dyin' bed look, in de long -ago. God
save 1Ia'se, dah am no escaping de
aftercomes` of'sech sigus as dese. De
sign in de ashes de night dat de boy
come out of Bloody Hollow done
pointed to Mase dead dis New Year
night. De axe sign today done. say
he gwine to die, an' then de dawg
what set in de doorway and howl am
de s'artin sign ob doff, case he see
deff ooni'n'l But d•e, surest sign ob alt"
(and Cupe's voice became yet Lower
and more measured), "de su'est sign
'of A1'1 auk dot de, cadah tree limbs
what Ma'se planted atm es long as e
coffin now Cupe measure them ag'in
today. Yo' kin stay heat, Doctah, deb
ain't no use in yaahstuff nohow elf
deff em in de room. De signs what
nebbah fail ant po'in(in'. to sahtin'
deff, dah ain't no good in doctah's
stuff now."
Having thus d'i'sposed of the 'doctor,
the messenger turned to Mr. Jones.
"Morse wants de preacher. He has
not asked for de doctor; be. say: `Cupe
go for de parson, II must see de ,par-
son.' And then Cu'p'e say, sed he:
`Marse, dial .you make friend wid de
parson like ole Cupe 'say to do?'
" 'Shet up your black mouth and
go for de parson,. and don't wait too
long, for lI fell powerful weak -like,'
say 'Morse, and he give Cupe such a
look as to say there ain't no time to
lose.
'And de face of de dead niissus
rise ep, and ICupe hear de words of
de promise he made dot sorrowful
night to 'de honeychile what ant an
angel now. Den' he say to Morse:
Masse, I' swear 'to your dear inuddah
dat never de ,weather should be to'o
hot and never too 'cold for Cupe to
serve de chile Heaven sent to cher, bttt
dis am de last time, ,ole Cupe can serve
you, Marse, and 'den 'Cupe ;lite out
and 'here ,he am, Marse 'Preacher,
you will go, sure you will; de sign mix
you and Morse-IH'oney up wonderful -
like."
The preacher hesitated, .' but not
from fear' of -the storm, Ilse (l'ooke'd at
the sheet :that 'covered the lank form
of the ,Colonel, then replied, speaking
more. to the audience than to the
negro:
"I am not a minister—but-a mur-
derer,"
The negro gazed at him •in wonder,
then following the parson's glance,
he stepped to the tdheet and raised it
ceutiosly, 'far enough only -to give a
view of the face of the colonel, and
started back with sta'ring eyes.
' "For de OLawd, Marse (Preacher, and
dird you skew de c'ol'onel?"
"I 'did."
The negro's self -composure :return-
ed immediately.
"Who'd of 'believed it, 'Morsel And
you so weak -like. You aim a 'better
pun don you looks to be, Morse
Poacher, and ole 'Cupe knows you
.servedfhim right, Go to 'Morse Hard-
man, never mind the colonel"
The preacher invade no reply.
"Doan David `slew Gliah," ;Cupe
continued: .'loan de Lanvd 's'lew de
wicked Bels'hazzali; (loan de people
rlew 'Stephen in de name of de iLawd
and doan you slew de wicked colonel
cause de .Ilawd want him killed "
The parson looked :inquiringly et
the judge.
'Parson;" responded the judge,
"your resignation has never been ac-
cepted by the church. You are yet
legally a minister. The church must
accept the resignation you wrote in
order bo consummate the act."
"But the murder?"
"That point remains to be estab-
lished. If 'thi's ease comes to trial, the
evidence may show that you acted in,
self-defen'ce. If I am not mistaken
the colonel •cocked .his pistol while
you were still 'talking and standing
defeticelless with both hands exposed.
He half drew his pistol before you
grasped his throat. If I am correct,
he now 'holds a loaded pistol in his
hand. Let us see." And raising the
sheet, the judge carefully drew the
colonel's right 'hand from its resting
place, where it had fallen partly cov-
ered by the coat, and with it came a
tightly clasped .pistol,
"I saw 'h'im draw the pistol," said
I; "i.t taught in his overcoat's lining
and got tangled up."
The judge regarded .Fie curiously.
"Do not •forget iwhat you saw, child,"
Then, turning again to the minister:
"Another •second," he .said, "and
you would have .been a death man,
Parson; seli'f-preservation is the first
impulse; you were un'ar'med. and. ,had
made no aggressive motion. You did
your duty, Mr. Vons, and did it
bravely; the case is self-defence; and,
whatever may be true of New 'Eng-
land, yolk )teed fear neither judge nor
jury in K'entueky,'t, n
Still the Parson hesitated.
`.'Gil" said the judge in a tone of
authority, pointing to the door; "hu-
manity calls."
Drawing his overcoat tightly a-
round hint, without speaking s word,
the parson moved to the door, opened
it, and passed out.
"De end am not yet," laid old 1Cupe,
speaking to himself; "de sign point-
ed to two men dead dis night,' but de
colonel was not one of them. Here
am one what de sign miss. ^Am de
sign wrong? ' 'Fool, lie murmured,
"fool nigger, not to know that two
Jeffs' could not 'come alone in de face
of su'c'h signs. I'f it am mare than
one, it am not two, it amfree er seven
er nine."
"Do 'you remember what the Corn
Bug said to Mr. Jones the last time
they faced each other in this room?"
asked the teacher, heedless of Cupe's
mutterings.
"Yes," said the judge.
"I have it :written," interrupted the
grocer's boy; turning to his 'steno-
graphic book, he read: "'You haven't
the spunk ofa sick rabbit and yeti
haven't the energy of a sleeping po's-
sum; you wouldn't cross the street in
a shower to 's'ave the soul of a saint,
and you wouldn't 'crook your finger
in the fade .of tmrtle-dove for fear it
would get pecked.' '
CHAPTER XL
Into the ,Storm Passed the Minister.
IWhen the door of the grocery .rhos
ecl behind him the pastor paused,
turned, 'grasped the door -knob, and
stood with his back to the stoma. In-
sensible now to external things, he
did; not fed the raging :cold outside
the room 'he had left, and gave no
further thought . to the glowing'
warmth within. He dropped upon
his knees and 'raised his hand's in
supplication; then, rising, the drew this
hat firmly . down and strode ant of
the 'feeble light which struggled
through the wihdow.
He did not 'think of the course he
should take—there was no path that
night, He did not 'reason: .his way—
no power of reason reuaained. His
mind was wrapped ha desponden'cy,
his spirit ,was host in angulrsh so deep
that this hurricane, the .maddest storm
Auneri'can 'history records, was un-
noticed and .unfelt. There is no other
explanation of the part he took that
night. To have attempted thought
concerning surrounding things would
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have been fatal to his errand; to have
reasoned w•oulcl',`have lost hint the
way, 'U'nder such conditions and in
such...blackness to look for roadways,
to seek :2familiar 'objects, to attempt to
guide One's' self'by She intellect, would
be to .walk in 'circlos, Lure here and
there, stagger like a ctrunken man,
stumble fall, and pemish. The 'man
did not care to see the way. Sensible
neither to the cutting hail, the shr-eik-
ing 'bloat, nor the iute'iise cold, he ig-
nored that king of storms. . 'Leaving
the 'Stringtown pike, he struck 'into
the fields and proved on: As. if it
were -a balmy autumn' day, and the
breeze simply banning the cheek and
cooling the brow, as if life's pleasures
were 'before him and 'happy thoughts
behind, 'he strode onward. Presently
he turned aside; something -he nelither
saw nor fel1 'blocked r the way• A herd
of swine huddled together crushed
one another, cads seeking to creep
beneath the others, striving to press
nearer to the 'centre 'of the heap, vain-
ly trying to ,escape- the 'piercing cold
that all night long creptthrough and
through from :beast to ;beast,; until,
when morning broke, not one remain-
ed aliive,'Scarce:ly hod he .passed them
by When close beside hint a mourn-
ful cry sounded; but the wail of an-
guish did not 'catch his ear nor ,did it
sound again, .for it was the last cry
of some -"hapless beast that, sti'ug-
gllisg, had fallen helpless, and would
not rise again,- .Caring not for. -man
nor beast, -the pastor moved onward,
guided by he knew not what, toward
a light be did a not see: Over .hills,
through the 'woods, across frozen
creeks,- climbing fences, jumping gul-
lies, seeking neither path or road, he
sped:
At first the shooting hail stung the
skin, leaving -little indented spots, but
the sense of pain soon ceased beneath
the quieting touch of benum'bi•ng
cold. At first, the wind had waved
the flowing hair that encircled his
brow; but soon the heating hail and
congealing frost 'hall matted 1 to-
gether and frozen it to his skin and
coat. lAt first, his arms and his 'fing-
ers moved 'freely; but they rapidly
grew insensible to.pain or touch and.
finally hung stiff and motionless. The
man knew nothing of all this, knew
not that the oreepimg cold was near-
ing his vitalist little cared for life or
death,
'At last the pastor's eyes were greet-
ed by a slender ray streaming through
a little win'd'ow near the ^ door of a
cabin. He tried to raise.his hand and
grasp the door -knob, but could not
'Both arms 'were numb. 11Ie shouted,
but the cry was lost in the roar of
the blast; he listened, but no answer
come, only the tumult of the sweep-
ing storm. Again and again he cried,
and then in desperation threw 'himself
against the door, crushed it in, and
fell forward -into the room. I -le tried
to rise, but his hand could give no"
,response to his will; his fingers rat-
tled against the floor; his arms re-
fused to bend. By chance, he pressed
his 'heel's against a crevice in the
rough-hewn 'floor, then he raised 'his
head, next Isis shoulders, and finally,
as a worm creeps up, his -body rose,
and at last stood upr'fght.
Edging along the wall}, he reached
the swinging door that now slammed
in and rout 'obedient to the whine of
the varying blast, and pressing his
weight against it succeeded in dosing
it, even to the snapping of -the catch;
Just 'then the flickering flame in the
great fireplace flashed upward, light-
ing the room.
The cabin .was built of unhewn
beech logs. The spaces between the
logs were chinked with stones and
the interstices had ,been filled with
mud. In the ceiling was a square
hole to which a ladder reached; the
floor was 'puncheon, lAt .one end of the
oblong room a Chimney -place cover-
ed moth of the area. A window op-
posed the fireplace, and another was
cut beside the door. The hearth was
made of a single, large flat fossil stone
from out the creek bed. On that.
stone stood en iron O'Neil, a few kit-
chen utensils, and in the huge throat
of the 'chimney hung a crane to 'hold
the kettle or suspend the roast. The
furniture of t'he moone eompitisedi a
small table, a few chairs ,and a abed,
On the wail hung a brace of horns,
a couple of guns, some arrows, aryl a
powder flask and pouch' that once had
been -in service, Alt this the 'pastor,
saw as the fitful ifirefash glimmered';
for the quickened intellect of the
man whose life, resting on the edige
'of one world did not teach yet a foot-
hold 'in the other, comprehended
quicklly all that rose 'before his gaze.
To the dying pastor time was preci-
ous, and a single flash carried to his
brain what, under other circum-
stances, might, have remained long
unseen,
Then `he fixed 'his gaze cit the wen
visage of the Corn Bug, Who -stared
back again iron the coverlets of the
bed; -a face in which only two great
eyesand a stub nose were visible, for
a mass of tangled beard and matted,
enlcenvpt hair covered all but t'he star-
ing eyes and whiskey -dyed nose, while
the ,body, of the wretched nran. 'sank
back.
The man was not alone; for Llr.
Jones saw another form in the shad
0N's, half reclining, half'sitti•ing an the
opposite side 01 the bed -'the 'form of
a child, a young gilt with dis'h'evelled
flowing hair. She seemed to have
been startled from sleep by the hi-
truder, but site made 110 movement
need asked lip question. 'And still be-
yond these two, on the hearth, in the
edge of the chimney, so indistinct that
1 was a question whether it were a
shadow or a su'b'stance, he caught
sight nt, a sombre tracing that .resem-
bled a human being, and yet seemed
not altogether human—a dusky mask
that seemed tli own 'befooe and yet
might have been a part el a farm
behind.
The flickering fire started op and
sank again,, the shadows played in dis-
solving waves about the room, The
wind without, in unison with the dan-
cing shadows, within, rose wird fell,
singing strange songs, which verber-
ated through the many half -:chinked
crevices of the logs.
IN -ever had the New England Parson
heard the play of the wind at midnight
in a house of Fogs, nor had he ever -
gazed at such .a scene as this. In that
Kentucky land, :than nor child had
ever taken part in such a drama, nor,
atter that New Year's Eve, '1564, has
any men beard such, fiercely' wild
wind music..The two men gazed
long at each other, but both held their
voices.
The chllld broke the spell, and it is
well that she did so, for the men,
seemed unable to utter a word, Each
seemed to have transfixed the other;
neither had the power to move. It
was a nightmare spell, and as in a
nightmare spell, and as in a nightmare
the life may flee before the body can
be induced to prove, so, had no living
being'apoken, .the s-pell that held these
men might have ended as nightmare
sometimes ends.
Impulsively the little girl threw her
arms about the form of the bedrid'd'en
man, and then she laid her fair,
chubby cheek against his rough beard
keeping her eyes riveted- on the face
of .the silent parson. She stroked the
matted hair of the uncouth man, and,
searching with her face beneath the
shaggy mo.ustathe, sought to kiss his
lips. Even the suffering parson
could but contrast the holiness of
dawning childhood and the horrible
repulsiveness olf self -wasted manhood.
The child spoke pleadingly,' as she
toyed with the uncouth, visage:
"Uncle, uncle, speak to me, Uncle
Hardman;" but the dying sinner, re-
leased from silence by that voice,
spoke, not to her, but to the man,
"Come here, Parson, come hene. I
ordered Cupe ter find yo', and the
black rascal did his duty; he said he
would send yo' ter me, an' he did.
Well, Parson, bygones es bygones, .1
'riled you once, Parson, but I didn't
meaa half I Said, yo' see, Parson—
come closer—we who are bad ilev a
kind of hatred fo' yoah kind, jest be-
cause yo' are good and we, are bad;
there ain't no other reason. And
when the corn -juice gets hold ov us
we say cussed things we always half
feel toward the like ov yo', but don't
always speak. Wall, Mr. Jones, I asks
fergiveness now, and a#tat yo' does
what I wants you ter, then you must
kneel down, and pray fo'—comeclos
er, ;ones, I ain't strong now and 3
can't speak loud. I swore at you once
and said you daren't wet your shoe
sales in ice water; you have beaten the
words back,"
Me-. Jones moved slowly, painfully`
across the floor. The 'girl in fear slung
closer to the sick man; the parson
saw by the nearer view that the child
was very beautiful, and also- by that
nearer view perceived ` that the man
became more hideous,
'"Parson," continued' the sick man,
"in a trunk in the loft above is money,
gold and silver, a fortune. I have
seen some of it, Mr. Jones, gold id
there. Cupe says my grandad cap-
tured it from a British paymaster and
hid it in the chest; but it don't make
no difference what it came from, it
ain't safe' ter ask questions of any
dollar. All I own, land an' motley, all
but two thousand dollars, the gill
must have; write it down quick, Par-
son, write it down," •
"Where is the .paper, pen or peer
ci'l?" lir. Jones asked.
"I have been raised with the Dig-
gers and by the 'niggers, too. Never
had 00 use for paper and pencil."
"Then I cannot do what you wish,"
said the parson.
"But you must tto it; didn't the
judge say' the ni'gh't'1 burned the deed
that I must make a w'ri'ting will ?
Ain't this child to •be taken care of
and the boy to 'tie .given money to
educate hint? You most wnite,it down,.
Parson," he pleaded; "the end of the
nigger spelli is here, the nigger spell'
that linked you and me together, Mr,
Jones, and you most write, 1, can't
talk no longer, for'I am very tired,"
"I left my note -book and pencil be-
hind roe; I cannot"
• "Can't you write on a slate, mist-
er?" asked the girl; "I can,"
"She can't write; she knows her ,let-
ters, but call making pictures writ-
ing," interrupted the Corn Bug.
"I can 'write, and I've got a slate
full of writing," protested the child.
THURSDAY, ..FEBRUARY 11, 1932
"Where isthe ,'slate " asked ' the
'Parson; "give it to -me quickly,"
The child ran to a corner of the
room, and Tettuned with a slate to
which a pencil was attached by a
string. "There, mister, see the writ-
ing," and she 4pointed to the child
drawings with which one side of it
was covered.
But the parson could not use the
pencil; Isis fingers refused to obey Isis
will; he was helpiess,
"Write," said the Corn 'Brig, "write
Parson, or I will d.ie without malting
my cross: .See, morning is. Coning,
it is daylight now, ,and Cope's uig-
ger sign said that with' this morn-
ing'slight I wound die. fduick,r;P:ar
sot:, I want to ln'alce my cross."
By an effort Mr. Jones pressed the
slate between his wrists. "Make your
leUtcrs, child, as I tell you to do."
And obedient to his coms'mand, site
slowly sp'eiled, letter by letter, word.
by word, ;the shortest will on record'
in Strimgtowii'County, to which as
witness the pastor 'managed to sign
his name. "Now for your cross
marls"
The dying man seized the pencil,
anal as he clid so the old crone arose,
and advancing front out the chimney
jamb, (for she was the siiaclow),
stood over hint acidsaid, partly as
an apology, partly to herself, "I'se a
nigger, het if signing of papers am to
be done, I wants to see cle making of
de cross. Cope, he say, 'Dinah, doan
you never let leo signing of papers
be done by Marse lessen you sees- de
making of de cross.' "
With the negro crone •on one side
and the, child on the other, the Corn
Bug made the cross; and then his
patly relieved mind' reverted to the
future,
"Would you pray for the likes of
me, Parson?"
But the parson, too weak to rise,
near to eternity as was the Corn
Bug, shook his head, and -murmured,
"I cannot, I dare not,"
"Can't you pray, Mr. Preacher?"
asked the .girl;, "why, I can say the
prayer any mother left me."
"Pray for both of us, child," Mur-
mured the parson with a last effort.
Kneeling upon the puncheon floor,
with her little hands clasped and her
child -like face turned upward, the
girl interceding for the dying profli-
gate and the wretched murder lisped.
the simple prayer
Now we lay, us down to sleep,
We pray' thee, Lord, our souls to keep
If we should die before we wake,
We pray thee, Lord,'our souls to take
But neithe'r of the Hien heard the end
of the touching invocation; before the
words were hustled the spirits of both
had broken their bonds and followed
the message to the bar of justice.
The morning light suffused' the
room, the break of the bitter cold
Friday morning, January 1st, 1864.
The rising sun's rays paled the fire-
flash; the shadows vanished; the
wildwind subsided, and excepting
the 'biting cold without and the froz-
en creatures scattered over all the
land, no evidence 'remained to tell of
the storm which had come and gone.
When the door of that lonely ca -bin
was opened by the searchers - for
searchers started front Sbniligtown
with the break of day—they found
the negresshhovering over the embers
on the hearth, folding in her embrace
a sleeping gent. In the rude ro'oni, on
the bed one man lay, and beside 'the
bed another man kneeled,, while be -
tweet) them, tightly clasped in the.
stiff lingers of hien who kneeled, a
child's slate rested. Over the upturn-
ed surface of this slate awkward
word -s were scrawled, and at the tip
of the index finger of the man on
the ted, 'hint who clutched the 'pen-
cil, they saw the sign olf'the cross.
.I will to Sammy Drew, the
widow's son, two thousand
dollars, All else to -Susie, my'
adopted child,
Joseph Hardman. .
Mis X,
Witness Osmond Jones.
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