I
ASTRANGERFROMSOUTHCAROLINA
Timetouchesallthingswithdestroyinghand；
andifheseemnowandthentobestowthebloomofyouth，thesapofspring，itisbutabriefmockery，tobesurelyandswiftlyfollowedbythewrinklesofoldage，thedryleavesandbarebranchesofwinter。AndyetthereareplaceswhereTimeseemstolingerlovinglylongafteryouthhasdeparted，andtowhichheseemsloathtobringtheevilday。Whohasnotknownsomeeven—temperedoldmanorwomanwhoseemedtohavedrunkofthefountainofyouth？Whohasnotseensomewhereanoldtownthat，havinglongsinceceasedtogrow，yethelditsownwithoutperceptibledecline？
Somesuchtritereflection——asappositetothesubjectasmostrandomreflectionsare——passedthroughthemindofayoungmanwhocameoutofthefrontdoorofthePatesvilleHotelaboutnineo’clockonefinemorninginspring，afewyearsaftertheCivilWar，andstarteddownFrontStreettowardthemarket—house。Arrivingatthetownlatethepreviousevening，hehadbeendrivenupfromthesteamboatinacarriage，fromwhichhehadbeenabletodistinguishonlytheshadowyoutlinesofthehousesalongthestreet；sothatthismorningwalkwashisfirstopportunitytoseethetownbydaylight。Hewasdressedinasuitoflinenduck——thedaywaswarm——apanamastrawhat，andpatentleathershoes。Inappearancehewastall，dark，withstraight，black，lustroushair，andveryclean—cut，high—bredfeatures。Whenhepausedbytheclerk’sdeskonhiswayout，tolighthiscigar，thedayclerk，whohadjustcomeonduty，glancedattheregisterandreadthelastentry：——
\"`JOHNWARWICK，CLARENCE，SOUTHCAROLINA。’
\"OneoftheSouthCa’linabigbugs，Ireckon——probablyincotton，orturpentine。\"ThegentlemanfromSouthCarolina，walkingdownthestreet，glancedabouthimwithaneagerlook，inwhichcuriosityandaffectionweremingledwithatouchofbitterness。Hesawlittlethatwasnotfamiliar，orthathehadnotseeninhisdreamsahundredtimesduringthepasttenyears。Therehadbeensomechanges，itistrue，somemelancholychanges，butscarcelyanythingbywayofadditionorimprovementtocounterbalancethem。Hereandthereblackenedanddismantledwallsmarkedtheplacewherehandsomebuildingsoncehadstood，forSherman’smarchtotheseahadleftitsmarkuponthetown。Thestoresweremostlyofbrick，twostorieshigh，joiningoneanotherafterthemannerofcities。Someofthenamesonthesignswerefamiliar；others，includinganumberofJewishnames，werequiteunknowntohim。
Atwominutes’walkbroughtWarwick——thenamehehadregisteredunder，andasweshallcallhim——tothemarket—house，thecentralfeatureofPatesville，fromboththecommercialandthepicturesquepointsofview。Standingfoursquareintheheartofthetown，attheintersectionofthetwomainstreets，a\"jog\"ateachstreetcornerleftaroundthemarket—housealittlepublicsquare，whichatthishourwaswelloccupiedbycartsandwagonsfromthecountryandemptydraysawaitinghire。Warwickwasunabletoperceivemuchchangeinthemarket—house。Perhapsthesurfaceoftheredbrick，longunpainted，hadscaledoffalittlemorehereandthere。Theremighthavebeenaslightaccretionofthemossandlichenontheshingledroof。Butthetalltower，withitsfour—
facedclock，roseasmajesticallyanduncompromisinglyasthoughthelandhadneverbeensubjugated。
Wasitsoirreconcilable，Warwickwondered，asstilltopealoutthecurfewbell，whichatnineo’clockatnighthadclamorouslywarnedallnegroes，slaveorfree，thatitwasunlawfulforthemtobeabroadafterthathour，underpenaltyofimprisonmentorwhipping？Wastheoldconstable，whosechiefbusinessithadbeentoringthebell，stillaliveandexercisingthefunctionsofhisoffice，andhadagelessenedorincreasedthenumberoftimesthatobligingcitizensperformedthisdutyforhimduringhistemporaryabsencesinthecompanyofconvivialspirits？Afewmomentslater，Warwicksawacoloredpolicemanintheoldconstable’splace——astrongerreminderthaneventheburnedbuildingsthatwarhadleftitsmarkupontheoldtown，withwhichTimehaddealtsotenderly。
Thelowerstoryofthemarket—housewasopenonallfourofitssidestothepublicsquare。
Warwickpassedthroughoneofthewidebrickarchesandtraversedthebuildingwithaleisurelystep。
Helookedinvainintothestallsforthebutcherwhohadsoldfreshmeattwiceaweek，onmarketdays，andhefeltagenuinethrillofpleasurewhenherecognizedtheredbandanaturbanofoldAuntLyddy，theancientnegrowomanwhohadsoldhimgingerbreadandfriedfish，andtoldhimweirdtalesofwitchcraftandconjuration，intheolddayswhen，asanidleboy，hehadloafedaboutthemarket—house。Hedidnotspeaktoher，however，orgiveheranysignofrecognition。Hethrewaglancetowardacertaincornerwherestepsledtothetownhallabove。Onthisstairwayhehadonceseenamanacledfreenegroshotwhilebeingtakenupstairsforexaminationunderacriminalcharge。Warwickrecalledvividlyhowtheshothadrungout。Hecouldseeagainthelividlookofterroronthevictim’sface，thegatheringcrowd，theresultingconfusion。Themurderer，herecalled，hadbeentriedandsentencedtoimprisonmentforlife，butwaspardonedbyamercifulgovernorafterservingayearofhissentence。AsWarwickwasneitheraprophetnorthesonofaprophet，hecouldnotforeseethat，thirtyyearslater，eventhiswouldseemanexcessivepunishmentforsoslightamisdemeanor。
Leavingthemarket—house，Warwickturnedtotheleft，andkeptonhiscourseuntilhereachedthenextcorner。Afteranotherturntotheright，adozenpacesbroughthiminfrontofasmallweather—beatenframebuilding，fromwhichprojectedawoodensign—boardbearingtheinscription：——
ARCHIBALDSTRAIGHT，LAWYER。
Heturnedtheknob，butthedoorwaslocked。
Retracinghisstepspastavacantlot，theyoungmanenteredashopwhereacoloredmanwasemployedinvarnishingacoffin，whichstoodontwotrestlesinthemiddleofthefloor。Notatallimpressedbythemelancholysuggestivenessofhistask，hewaswhistlingalivelyairwithgreatgusto。
UponWarwick’sentrancethiseffusioncametoasuddenend，andthecoffin—makerassumedanairofprofessionalgravity。
\"Good—mawnin’，suh，\"hesaid，liftinghiscappolitely。
\"Good—morning，\"answeredWarwick。\"CanyoutellmeanythingaboutJudgeStraight’sofficehours？\"
\"Deolejedgehasbe’nalittleonreg’larsencedewah，suh；buthegin’allygitsroun’’boutteno’clockerso。He’sbe’nkin’erfeebleferdelas’
fewyeahs。An’Ireckon，\"continuedtheundertakersolemnly，hisglanceunconsciouslyseekingarowoffinecasketsstandingagainstthewall，——\"I
reckonhe’llsoonbegoin’dewayeralldeearth。
`Mandatisbawner’omanhathbutasho’ttimeterlib，an’isfullermis’ry。Hecomethupan’iscutdownlackasaflower。’`Dedayserhislifeisthree—sco’an’ten’——an’deolejedgeislibbedmo’d’ndat，suh，byfiveyeahs，tersaydeleas’。\"
\"`Death，’\"quotedWarwick，withwhosemoodtheundertaker’sremarkswereintune，\"`isthepenaltythatallmustpayforthecrimeofliving。’\"
\"Dat’safac’，suh，dat’safac’；sodeymus’——
sodeymus’。An’denalldedeadhasterbeburied。
An’wedoesou’sheerofit，suh，wedoesou’sheer。
Weconduc’sdeobs’quieseralldebes’w’itefolkserdetown，suh。\"
Warwicklefttheundertaker’sshopandretracedhisstepsuntilhehadpassedthelawyer’soffice，towardwhichhethrewanaffectionateglance。
AfewrodsfartherledhimpasttheoldblackPresbyterianchurch，withitssquaretower，emboweredinastatelygrove；pasttheCatholicchurch，withitsmanycrosses，andapaintedwoodenfigureofSt。Jamesinarecessbeneaththegable；andpasttheoldJeffersonHouse，oncetheleadinghotelofthetown，infrontofwhichpoliticalmeetingshadbeenheld，andpoliticalspeechesmade，andpoliticalhardciderdrunk，inthedaysof\"TippecanoeandTylertoo。\"
ThestreetdownwhichWarwickhadcomeintersectedFrontStreetatasharpangleinfrontoftheoldhotel，formingasortofflatironblockatthejunction，knownasLibertyPoint，——perhapsbecauseslaveauctionsweresometimesheldthereinthegoodolddays。JustbeforeWarwickreachedLibertyPoint，ayoungwomancamedownFrontStreetfromthedirectionofthemarket—house。
Whentheirpathsconverged，WarwickkeptondownFrontStreetbehindher，ithavingbeenalreadyhisintentiontowalkinthisdirection。
Warwick’sfirstglancehadrevealedthefactthattheyoungwomanwasstrikinglyhandsome，withastatelybeautyseldomencountered。Ashewalkedalongbehindheratameasureddistance，hecouldnothelpnotingthedetailsthatmadeupthispleasingimpression，forhismindwassingularlyalivetobeauty，inwhateverembodiment。
Thegirl’sfigure，heperceived，wasadmirablyproportioned；shewasevidentlyattheperiodwhentheanglesofchildhoodwereroundingintothepromisingcurvesofadolescence。Herabundanthair，ofadarkandglossybrown，wasneatlyplaitedandcoiledaboveanivorycolumnthatrosestraightfromapairofgentlyslopingshoulders，clearlyoutlinedbeneaththelightmuslinfrockthatcoveredthem。Hecouldseethatshewastastefully，thoughnotrichly，dressed，andthatshewalkedwithanelasticstepthatrevealedalightheartandthevigorofperfecthealth。Herface，ofcourse，hecouldnotanalyze，sincehehadcaughtonlytheonebriefbutconvincingglimpseofit。
TheyoungwomankeptondownFrontStreet，Warwickmaintaininghisdistanceafewrodsbehindher。Theypassedafactory，awarehouseortwo，andthen，leavingthebrickpavement，walkedalongonmotherearth，underaleafyarcadeofspreadingoaksandelms。Theirwaylednowthrougharesidentialportionofthetown，which，astheyadvanced，graduallydeclinedfromstaidrespectabilitytopoverty，openandunabashed。Warwickobserved，astheypassedthroughtherespectablequarter，thatfewpeoplewhometthegirlgreetedher，andthatsomeotherswhomshepassedatgatesordoorwaysgavehernosignofrecognition；fromwhichheinferredthatshewaspossiblyavisitorinthetownandnotwellacquainted。
Theirwalkhadcontinuednotmorethantenminuteswhentheycrossedacreekbyawoodenbridgeandcametoarowofmeanhousesstandingflushwiththestreet。Atthedoorofone，anoldblackwomanhadstoopedtoliftalargebasket，piledhighwithlaunderedclothes。Thegirl，asshepassed，seizedoneendofthebasketandhelpedtheoldwomantoraiseittoherhead，whereitrestedsolidlyonthecushionofherhead—kerchief。
Duringthisinterlude，Warwick，thoughhehadslackenedhispacemeasurably，hadsonearlyclosedthegapbetweenhimselfandthemastoheartheoldwomansay，withthedulcetnegrointonation：——
\"T’anky’，honey；deLawdgwineblessyousho’。Youwuzalluzagoodgal，anddeLawdloveeve’ybodyw’athe’pdepo’olenigger。Yougwineterhabgoodluckallyo’bawndays。\"
\"Ihopeyou’reatrueprophet，AuntZilphy，\"
laughedthegirlinresponse。
ThesoundofhervoicegaveWarwickathrill。
Itwassoftandsweetandclear——quiteinharmonywithherappearance。Thatithadafaintsuggestivenessoftheoldwoman’saccenthehardlynoticed，forthecurrentSouthernspeech，includinghisown，wasrarelywithoutatouchofit。
Thecorruptionofthewhitepeople’sspeechwasoneelement——onlyone——ofthenegro’sunconsciousrevengeforhisowndebasement。
Thehousestheypassednowgrewscattering，andthequarterofthetownmoreneglected。
Warwickfelthimselfwonderingwherethegirlmightbegoinginaneighborhoodsouninviting。
Whenshestoppedtopullahalf—nakednegrochildoutofamudholeandsethimuponhisfeet，hethoughtshemightbesomeyoungladyfromtheupperpartofthetown，boundonsomeerrandofmercy，orgoing，perhaps，tovisitanoldservantorlookforanewone。OnceshethrewabackwardglanceatWarwick，thusenablinghimtocatchasecondglimpseofasingularlyprettyface。Perhapstheyoungwomanfoundhispresenceintheneighborhoodasunaccountableashehaddeemedhers；for，findinghisglancefixeduponher，shequickenedherpacewithanairofstartledtimidity。
\"Awomanwithsuchafigure，\"thoughtWarwick，\"oughttobeabletofacetheworldwiththeconfidenceofPhryneconfrontingherjudges。\"
BythistimeWarwickwasconsciousthatsomethingmorethanmeregraceorbeautyhadattractedhimwithincreasingforcetowardthisyoungwoman。Asuggestion，atfirstfaintandelusive，ofsomethingfamiliar，hadgrownstrongerwhenheheardhervoice，andbecamemoreandmorepronouncedwitheachrodoftheiradvance；
andwhenshestoppedfinallybeforeagate，and，openingit，wentintoayardshutofffromthestreetbyarowofdwarfcedars，WarwickhadalreadydiscountedinsomemeasurethesurprisehewouldhavefeltatseeingherentertherehadhenotwalkeddownFrontStreetbehindher。Therewasstillsufficientunexpectednessabouttheact，however，togivehimadecidedthrillofpleasure。
\"ItmustbeRena，\"hemurmured。\"Whocouldhavedreamedthatshewouldblossomoutlikethat？ItmustsurelybeRena！\"
Hewalkedslowlypastthegateandpeeredthroughanarrowgapinthecedarhedge。Thegirlwasmovingalongasandedwalk，towardagray，unpaintedhouse，withasteeproof，brokenbydormerwindows。Thetraceoftimidityhehadobservedinherhadgivenplacetothemoreassuredbearingofonewhoisuponhisownground。Thegardenwalkswereborderedbylongrowsofjonquils，pinks，andcarnations，inclosingclumpsoffragrantshrubs，lilies，androsesalreadyinbloom。
Towardthemiddleofthegardenstoodtwofinemagnolia—trees，withheavy，darkgreen，glisteningleaves，whilenearerthehousetwomightyelmsshadedawidepiazza，atoneendofwhichahoneysucklevine，andattheotheraVirginiacreeper，runningoverawoodenlattice，furnishedadditionalshadeandseclusion。Ondarkorwintrydays，theaspectofthisgardenmusthavebeenextremelysombreanddepressing，anditmightwellhaveseemedafitplacetohidesomeguiltyordisgracefulsecret。ButonthebrightmorningwhenWarwickstoodlookingthroughthecedars，itseemed，withitsgreenframeandcanopyanditsbrightcarpetofflowers，anidealretreatfromthefiercesunshineandthesultryheatoftheapproachingsummer。
Thegirlstoopedtopluckarose，andasshebentoverit，herprofilewasclearlyoutlined。Sheheldtheflowertoherfacewithalong—drawninhalation，thenwentupthesteps，crossedthepiazza，openedthedoorwithoutknocking，andenteredthehousewiththeairofonethoroughlyathome。
\"Yes，\"saidtheyoungmantohimself，\"it’sRena，sureenough。\"
Thehousestoodonacorner，aroundwhichthecedarhedgeturned，continuingalongthesideofthegardenuntilitreachedthelineofthefrontofthehouse。Thepiazzatoarearwing，atrightanglestothefrontofthehouse，wasopentoinspectionfromthesidestreet，which，tojudgefromitsdesertedlook，seemedtobebutlittleused。Turningintothisstreetandwalkingleisurelypastthebackyard，whichwasonlyslightlyscreenedfromthestreetbyachina—tree，Warwickperceivedtheyoungwomanstandingonthepiazza，facinganelderlywoman，whosatinalargerocking—chair，plyingapairofknitting—needlesonahalf—finishedstocking。Warwick’swalkledhimwithinthreefeetofthesidegate，whichhefeltanalmostirresistibleimpulsetoenter。Everydetailofthehouseandgardenwasfamiliar；athousandcordsofmemoryandaffectiondrewhimthither；butastrongercounter—motiveprevailed。Withagreateffortherestrainedhimself，andafteramomentarypause，walkedslowlyonpastthehouse，withabackwardglance，whichheturnedawaywhenhesawthatitwasobserved。
Warwick’sattentionhadbeensofullyabsorbedbythehousebehindthecedarsandthewomenthere，thathehadscarcelynoticed，ontheothersideoftheneglectedby—street，twomenworkingbyalargeopenwindow，inalow，rudebuildingwithaclapboardedroof，directlyoppositethebackpiazzaoccupiedbythetwowomen。Boththemenwerebusilyengagedinshapingbarrel—staves，eachwieldingasharp—edgeddrawing—knifeonapieceofseasonedoakclaspedtightlyinawoodenvise。
\"Ijes’wonderwhodatmanis，an’w’athe’sdoin’ondisstreet，\"observedtheyoungerofthetwo，withasuspiciousair。Hehadnoticedthegentleman’sinvoluntarypauseandhisinterestintheoppositehouse，andhadstoppedworkforamomenttowatchthestrangerashewentondownthestreet。
\"Nev’min’’boutdatman，\"saidtheelderone。
\"You’ten’teryo’wukan’finishdatbairl—stave。
Youspen’senti’elytoomucheryo’timestretchin’
yo’neckatterotherpeople。An’youneedn’’sturbyo’se’f’boutdemfolks’crossdestreet，ferdeyain’tyo’kin’，an’you’rewastin’yo’timeboth’in’
yo’min’wid’em，erwidfolksw’atcomesondestreetonaccountof’em。Looksha’pnow，boy，eryou’llgitdatstavetrim’toomuch。\"
Theyoungermanresumedhiswork，butstillfoundtimetothrowaslantingglanceoutofthewindow。Thegentleman，heperceived，stoodforamomentontherottingbridgeacrosstheoldcanal，andthenwalkedslowlyaheaduntilheturnedtotherightintoBackStreet，afewrodsfartheron。
II
ANEVENINGVISIT
Towardeveningofthesameday，WarwicktookhiswaydownFrontStreetinthegatheringdusk。
Bythetimenighthadspreaditsmantleovertheearth，hehadreachedthegatebywhichhehadseenthegirlofhismorningwalkenterthecedar—
borderedgarden。Hestoppedatthegateandglancedtowardthehouse，whichseemeddarkandsilentanddeserted。
\"It’smorethanlikely，\"hethought，\"thattheyareinthekitchen。IreckonI’dbettertrythebackdoor。\"
Butashedrewcautiouslynearthecorner，hesawaman’sfigureoutlinedintheyellowlightstreamingfromtheopendoorofasmallhousebetweenFrontStreetandthecoopershop。Wishing，forreasonsofhisown，toavoidobservation，Warwickdidnotturnthecorner，butwalkedondownFrontStreetuntilhereachedapointfromwhichhecouldsee，atalongangle，arayoflightproceedingfromthekitchenwindowofthehousebehindthecedars。
\"Theyarethere，\"hemutteredwithasighofrelief，forhehadfearedtheymightbeaway。\"I
suspectI’llhavetogotothefrontdoor，afterall。
Noonecanseemethroughthetrees。\"
Heretracedhisstepstothefrontgate，whichheessayedtoopen。Therewasapparentlysomedefectinthelatch，foritrefusedtowork。Warwickrememberedthetrick，andwithaslightsenseofamusement，pushedhisfootunderthegateandgaveitahitchtotheleft，afterwhichitopenedreadilyenough。Hewalkedsoftlyupthesandedpath，tiptoedupthestepsandacrossthepiazza，andrappedatthefrontdoor，nottooloudly，lestthistoomightattracttheattentionofthemanacrossthestreet。Therewasnoresponsetohisrap。Heputhiseartothedoorandheardvoiceswithin，andthemuffledsoundoffootsteps。Afteramomentherappedagain，alittlelouderthanbefore。
Therewasaninstantcessationofthesoundswithin。Herappedathirdtime，tosatisfyanylingeringdoubtinthemindsofthosewhohefeltsurewerelisteninginsometrepidation。Amomentlaterarayoflightstreamedthroughthekeyhole。
\"Who’sthere？\"awoman’svoiceinquiredsomewhatsharply。
\"Agentleman，\"answeredWarwick，notholdingityettimetorevealhimself。\"DoesMis’
MollyWaldenlivehere？\"
\"Yes，\"wastheguardedanswer。\"I’mMis’
Walden。What’syo’rbusiness？\"
\"IhaveamessagetoyoufromyoursonJohn。\"
Akeyclickedinthelock。Thedooropened，andtheelderofthetwowomenWarwickhadseenuponthepiazzastoodinthedoorway，peeringcuriouslyandwithsignsofgreatexcitementintothefaceofthestranger。
\"You’vegotamessagefrommyson，yousay？\"
sheaskedwithtremulousagitation。\"Ishesick，orintrouble？\"
\"No。He’swellanddoingwell，andsendshislovetoyou，andhopesyou’venotforgottenhim。\"
\"Fergothim？No，GodknowsIain’tfergothim！Butcomein，sir，an’tellmesomethin’
mo’abouthim。\"
Warwickwentin，andasthewomanclosedthedoorafterhim，hethrewaglanceroundtheroom。
Onthewall，overthemantelpiece，hungasteelengravingofGeneralJacksonatthebattleofNewOrleans，and，ontheoppositewall，aframedfashion—platefrom\"Godey’sLady’sBook。\"Inthemiddleoftheroomanoctagonalcentre—tablewithasingleleg，terminatinginthreesprawlingfeet，heldacollectionofcuriouslyshapedsea—shells。
Therewasagreathairclothsofa，somewhattheworseforwear，andawell—filledbookcase。ThescreenstandingbeforethefireplacewascoveredwithConfederatebank—notesofvariousdenominationsanddesigns，inwhichtheheadsofJeffersonDavisandotherConfederateleaderswereconspicuous。
\"ImperiousCaesar，dead，andturnedtoclay，Mightstopaholetokeepthewindaway，\"
murmuredtheyoungman，ashiseyefelluponthisspecimenofdecorativeart。
Thewomanshowedhervisitortoaseat。Shethensatdownfacinghimandlookedathimclosely。
\"Whendidyoulastseemyson？\"sheasked。
\"I’venevermetyourson，\"hereplied。
Herfacefell。\"Thenthemessagecomesthroughyoufromsomebodyelse？\"
\"No，directlyfromyourson。\"
Shescannedhisfacewithapuzzledlook。Thisbeardedyounggentleman，whospokesopolitelyandwasdressedsowell，surely——no，itcouldnotbe！andyet——
Warwickwassmilingatherthroughamistoftears。Anelectricsparkofsympathyflashedbetweenthem。Theyroseasifmovedbyoneimpulse，andwereclaspedineachother’sarms。
\"John，myJohn！ItISJohn！\"
\"Mother——mydearoldmother！\"
\"Ididn’tthink，\"shesobbed，\"thatI’deverseeyouagain。\"
Hesmoothedherhairandkissedher。\"Andareyougladtoseeme，mother？\"
\"AmIgladtoseeyou？It’slikethedeadcomin’tolife。IthoughtI’dlostyouforever，John，myson，mydarlin’boy！\"sheanswered，hugginghimstrenuously。
\"Icouldn’tlivewithoutseeingyou，mother，\"
hesaid。Hemeantit，too，orthoughthedid，althoughhehadnotseenherfortenyears。
\"You’vegrownsotall，John，andaresuchafinegentleman！AndyouAREagentlemannow，John，ain’tyou——sureenough？Nobodyknowstheoldstory？\"
\"Well，mother，I’vetakenaman’schanceinlife，andhavetriedtomakethemostofit；andIhaven’tfeltunderanyobligationtospoilitbyrakingupoldstoriesthatarebestforgotten。
Therearethedearoldbooks：havetheybeenreadsinceIwentaway？\"
\"No，honey，there’sbe’nnobodytoread’em，excep’Rena，an’shedon’ttaketobooksquitelikeyoudid。ButI’vekep’’emdustedclean，an’kep’
themothsan’thebugsout；forIhopedyou’dcomebacksomeday，an’knowedyou’dliketofind’emallintheirplaces，jus’likeyouleft’em。\"
\"That’smightyniceofyou，mother。Youcouldhavedonenomoreifyouhadlovedthemforthemselves。ButwhereisRena？Isawheronthestreetto—day，butshedidn’tknowmefromAdam；nordidIguessitwassheuntilsheopenedthegateandcameintotheyard。\"
\"I’vebe’nsogladtoseeyouthatI’dfergotabouther，\"answeredthemother。\"Rena，oh，Rena！\"
Thegirlwasnotfaraway；shehadbeenstandinginthenextroom，listeningintentlytoeverywordoftheconversation，andonlykeptfromcominginbyacertainconstraintthatmadeabrotherwhomshehadnotmetforsomanyyearsseemalmostasmuchastrangerasifhehadnotbeenconnectedwithherbyanytie。
\"Yes，mamma，\"sheanswered，comingforward。
\"Rena，child，here’syo’rbrotherJohn，who’scomebacktoseeus。Tell’imhowdy。\"
Asshecameforward，Warwickrose，puthisarmaroundherwaist，drewhertowardhim，andkissedheraffectionately，toherevidentembarrassment。
Shewasatallgirl，buthetoweredaboveherinquiteaprotectingfashion；andshethoughtwithathrillhowfineitwouldbetohavesuchabrotherasthisinthetownallthetime。Howproudshewouldbe，ifshecouldbutwalkupthestreetwithsuchabrotherbyherside！Shecouldthenholdupherheadbeforealltheworld，oblivioustotheglanceofpityorcontempt。Shefeltaverypronouncedrespectforthistallgentlemanwhoheldherblushingfacebetweenhishandsandlookedsteadilyintohereyes。
\"You’rethelittlesisterIusedtoreadstoriesto，andwhomIpromisedtocomeandseesomeday。DoyourememberhowyoucriedwhenI
wentaway？\"
\"Itseemsbutyesterday，\"sheanswered。\"I’vestillgotthedimeyougaveme。\"
Hekissedheragain，andthendrewherdownbesidehimonthesofa，wherehesatenthronedbetweenthetwolovingandexcitedwomen。Nokingcouldhavereceivedmoresincereordelightedhomage。Hewasaman，comeintoahouseholdofwomen，——amanofwhomtheywereproud，andtowhomtheylookedupwithfondreverence。
Forhewasnotonlyason，——abrother——butherepresentedtothemtheworldfromwhichcircumstanceshadshutthemout，andtowhichdistancelentevenmorethanitsusualenchantment；andtheyfeltnearertothisfar—offworldbecauseoftheglorywhichWarwickreflectedfromit。
\"You’reaveryprettygirl，\"saidWarwick，regardinghissisterthoughtfully。\"IfollowedyoudownFrontStreetthismorning，andscarcelytookmyeyesoffyoualltheway；andyetI
didn’tknowyou，andscarcelysawyourface。
Youimproveonacquaintance；to—night，Ifindyouhandsomerstill。\"
\"Now，John，\"saidhismother，expostulatingmildly，\"you’llspileher，ifyoudon’tmin’。\"
Thegirlwasbeamingwithgratifiedvanity。
Whatwomanwouldnotfindsuchpraisesweetfromalmostanysource，andhowmuchmoresofromthisgreatman，who，fromhisexaltedstationintheworld，mustsurelyknowthethingswhereofhespoke！Shebelievedeverywordofit；sheknewitverywellindeed，butwishedtohearitrepeatedanditemizedandemphasized。
\"No，hewon’t，mamma，\"sheasserted，\"forhe’sflatteringme。HetalksasifIwassomerichyounglady，wholivesontheHill，\"——theHillwasthearistocraticportionofthetown，——
\"insteadofapoor\"
\"Insteadofapooryounggirl，whohasthehilltoclimb，\"repliedherbrother，smoothingherhairwithhishand。Herhairwaslongandsmoothandglossy，withawaveliketherippleofasummerbreezeuponthesurfaceofstillwater。Itwasthegirl’sgreatpride，andhadbeensedulouslycaredfor。\"Whatlovelyhair！Ithasjustthewavethatyourslacks，mother。\"
\"Yes，\"wastheregretfulreply，\"I’veneverbe’nabletogitthatwaveout。Butherhair’sbe’ntookgoodcareof，an’thereain’tnarygalintownthat’sgotanyfiner。\"
\"Don’tworryaboutthewave，mother。It’sjustthefashionableripple，andbecomesherimmensely。IthinkmylittleAlbertfavorshisAuntRenasomewhat。\"
\"YourlittleAlbert！\"theycried。\"You’vegotachild？\"
\"Oh，yes，\"herepliedcalmly，\"averyfinebabyboy。\"
Theybegantopurrinproudcontentmentatthisinformation，andmademinuteinquiriesabouttheageandweightandeyesandnoseandotherimportantdetailsofthispreciousinfant。Theyinquiredmorecoldlyaboutthechild’smother，ofwhomtheyspokewithgreaterwarmthwhentheylearnedthatshewasdead。TheyhungbreathlessonWarwick’swordsasherelatedbrieflythestoryofhislifesincehehadleft，yearsbefore，thehousebehindthecedars——howwithastoutheartandanaboundinghopehehadgoneoutintoaseeminglyhostileworld，andmadefortunestandanddeliver。Hisstoryhadforthewomenthecharmofanescapefromcaptivity，withallthethrillofapirate’stale。Withthewholeworldbeforehim，hehadremainedintheSouth，thelandofhisfathers，where，heconceived，hehadaninalienablebirthright。BysomegoodchancehehadescapedmilitaryserviceintheConfederatearmy，and，indefaultofolderandmoreexperiencedmen，hadundertaken，duringtherebellion，themanagementofalargeestate，whichhadbeenleftinthehandsofwomenandslaves。Hehadfilledtheplacesoacceptably，andemployedhisleisuretosuchadvantage，thatatthecloseofthewarhefoundhimself——hewasmodestenoughtothink，too，indefaultofabetterman——thehusbandoftheorphandaughterofthegentlemanwhohadownedtheplantation，andwhohadlosthislifeuponthebattlefield。Warwick’swifewasofgoodfamily，andinamoresettledconditionofsocietyitwouldnothavebeeneasyforayoungmanofnovisibleantecedentstowinherhand。Ayearortwolater，hehadtakentheoathofallegiance，andhadbeenadmittedtotheSouthCarolinabar。Richinhiswife’sright，hehadbeenabletopracticehisprofessionuponahighplane，withouttheworryofsordidcares，andwithmarkedsuccessforoneofhisage。
\"Isuppose，\"heconcluded，\"thatIhavegotalongatthebar，aselsewhere，owingtothelackofbettermen。Manyofthegoodlawyerswerekilledinthewar，andmostoftheremainderweredisqualified；whileIhadtheadvantageofbeingalive，andofneverhavingbeeninarmsagainstthegovernment。Peoplehadtohavelawyers，andtheygavemetheirbusinessinpreferencetothecarpet—
baggers。Fortune，youknow，favorstheavailableman。\"
Hismotherdrankinwithpartedlipsandglisteningeyesthestoryofhisadventuresandtherecordofhissuccesses。AsRenalistened，thenarrowwallsthathemmedherinseemedtodrawcloserandcloser，asthoughtheymustcrushher。
Herbrotherwatchedherkeenly。Hehadbeentalkingnotonlytoinformthewomen，butwithadeeperpurpose，conceivedsincehismorningwalk，anddeepenedashehadfollowed，duringhisnarrative，thechangingexpressionofRena’sfaceandnotedherintenseinterestinhisstory，herprideinhissuccesses，andtheoccasionalwistfullookthatindexedherself—pitysocompletely。
\"An’Is’poseyou’rehappy，John？\"askedhismother。
\"Well，mother，happinessisarelativeterm，anddepends，Iimagine，uponhownearlywethinkwegetwhatwethinkwewant。Ihavehadmychanceandhaven’tthrownitaway，andIsupposeIoughttobehappy。Butthen，Ihavelostmywife，whomIlovedverydearly，andwholovedmejustasmuch，andI’mtroubledaboutmychild。\"
\"Why？\"theydemanded。\"Isthereanythingthematterwithhim？\"
\"No，notexactly。He’swellenough，asbabiesgo，andhasagoodenoughnurse，asnursesgo。
Butthenurseisignorant，andnotalwayscareful。
Achildneedssomewomanofitsownbloodtoloveitandlookafteritintelligently。\"
Mis’Molly’seyeswerefilledwithtearfulyearning。
Shewouldhavegivenalltheworldtowarmherson’schilduponherbosom；butsheknewthiscouldnotbe。
\"Didyourwifeleaveanykin？\"sheaskedwithaneffort。
\"Nonearkin；shewasanonlychild。\"
\"You’llbegettin’marriedagain，\"suggestedhismother。
\"No，\"hereplied；\"Ithinknot。\"
Warwickwasstillreadinghissister’sface，andsawthesparkofhopethatgleamedinherexpressiveeye。
\"IfIhadsomerelationofmyownthatIcouldtakeintothehousewithme，\"hesaidreflectively，\"thechildmightbehealthierandhappier，andI
shouldbemuchmoreateaseabouthim。\"
Themotherlookedfromsontodaughterwithadawningapprehensionandasuddenpallor。WhenshesawtheyearninginRena’seyes，shethrewherselfatherson’sfeet。
\"Oh，John，\"shecrieddespairingly，\"don’ttakeherawayfromme！Don’ttakeher，John，darlin’，forit’dbreakmyhearttoloseher！\"
Rena’sarmswereroundhermother’sneck，andRena’svoicewassoundinginherears。\"There，there，mamma！Nevermind！Iwon’tleaveyou，mamma——dearoldmamma！YourRena’llstaywithyoualways，andnever，neverleaveyou。\"
Johnsmoothedhismother’shairwithacomfortingtouch，pattedherwitheredcheeksoothingly，liftedhertenderlytoherplacebyhisside，andputhisarmabouther。
\"Youloveyourchildren，mother？\"
\"They’reallI’vegot，\"shesobbed，\"an’theycos’meallIhad。Whenthelas’one’sgone，I’llwanttogotoo，forI’llbeallaloneintheworld。
Don’ttakeRena，John；forifyoudo，I’llneverseeheragain，an’Ican’tbeartothinkofit。Howwouldyouliketoloseyo’ronechild？\"
\"Well，well，mother，we’llsaynomoreaboutit。Andnowtellmeallaboutyourself，andabouttheneighbors，andhowyougotthroughthewar，andwho’sdeadandwho’smarried——andeverything。\"
ThechangeofsubjectrestoredinsomedegreeMis’Molly’sequanimity，andwithreturningcalmnesscameasenseofotherresponsibilities。
\"Goodgracious，Rena！\"sheexclaimed。
\"John’sbe’ninthehouseanhour，andain’thadnothin’toeatyet！Gointhekitchenan’spreadacleantablecloth，an’gitoutthat’taterpone，an’
apitchero’thatlas’kago’persimmonbeer，an’
letJohntakeabitean’asip。\"
Warwicksmiledatthementionofthesehomelydainties。\"Ithoughtofyoursweet—potatoponeatthehotelto—day，whenIwasatdinner，andwonderedifyou’dhavesomeinthehouse。Therewasneveranylikeyours；andI’veforgottenthetasteofpersimmonbeerentirely。\"
Renalefttheroomtocarryoutherhospitablecommission。Warwick，takingadvantageofherabsence，returnedafterawhiletotheformersubject。
\"Ofcourse，mother，\"hesaidcalmly，\"I
wouldn’tthinkoftakingRenaawayagainstyourwishes。Amother’sclaimuponherchildisahighandholyone。Ofcourseshewillhavenochancehere，whereourstoryisknown。Thewarhaswroughtgreatchanges，hasputthebottomrailontop，andallthat——butithasn’twipedTHATout。
Nothingbutdeathcanremovethatstain，ifitdoesnotfollowusevenbeyondthegrave。Hereshemustforeverbe——nobody！Withmeshemighthavegotoutintotheworld；withherbeautyshemighthavemadeagoodmarriage；and，ifImistakenot，shehassenseaswellasbeauty。\"
\"Yes，\"sighedthemother，\"she’sgotgoodsense。Sheain’tasquickasyouwas，an’don’treadasmanybooks，butshe’skeerfulan’painstakin’，an’alwaystriestodowhat’sright。She’sbe’nthinkin’aboutgoin’awaysomewherean’
tryin’togitaschooltoteach，ersomethin’，sencetheYankeeshavestarted’emeverywhereforpo’
whitefolksan’niggerstoo。ButIdon’tlikeferhertogotoofur。\"
\"Withsuchbeautyandbrains，\"continuedWarwick，\"shecouldleavethistownandmakeaplaceforherself。Theplaceisalreadymade。
Shehasonlytostepintomycarriage——afterperhapsalittlepreparation——andrideupthehillwhichIhavehadtoclimbsopainfully。Itwouldbeagreatpleasuretometoseeheratthetop。
Butofcourseitisimpossible——amereidledream。
YOURclaimcomesfirst；herdutychainsherhere。\"
\"Itwouldbesolonelywithouther，\"murmuredthemotherweakly，\"an’Iloveherso——mylas’
one！\"
\"Nodoubt——nodoubt，\"returnedWarwick，withasympatheticsigh；\"ofcourseyouloveher。
It’snottobethoughtofforamoment。It’sapitythatshecouldn’thaveachancehere——buthowcouldshe！Ihadthoughtshemightmarryagentleman，butIdaresayshe’lldoaswellastherestofherfriends——aswellasMaryB。，forinstance，whomarried——HomerPettifoot，didyousay？OrmaybeBillyOxendinemightdoforher。
Aslongasshehasneverknownanybetter，she’llprobablybeaswellsatisfiedasthoughshemarriedarichman，andlivedinafinehouse，andkeptacarriageandservants，andmovedwiththebestintheland。\"
Thetorturedmothercouldendurenomore。
Theonethingshedesiredaboveallotherswasherdaughter’shappiness。Herownlifehadnotbeengovernedbythehigheststandards，butaboutherloveforherbeautifuldaughtertherewasnotaintofselfishness。Thelifehersonhaddescribedhadbeentoheralwaystheidealbutunattainablelife。
Circumstances，somebeyondhercontrol，andothersforwhichshewasherselfinameasureresponsible，hadputitforeverandinconceivablybeyondherreach。Ithadbeenconqueredbyherson。Itbeckonedtoherdaughter。Thecomparisonofthisfreeandnoblelifewiththesordidexistenceofthosearoundherbrokedownthelastbarrierofopposition。
\"OLord！\"shemoaned，\"whatshallIdowithouther？It’llbelonely，John——solonely！\"
\"You’llhaveyourhome，mother，\"saidWarwicktenderly，acceptingtheimpliedsurrender。
\"You’llhaveyourfriendsandrelatives，andtheknowledgethatyourchildrenarehappy。I’llletyouhearfromusoften，andnodoubtyoucanseeRenanowandthen。Butyoumustlethergo，mother，——itwouldbeasinagainsthertorefuse。\"
\"Shemaygo，\"repliedthemotherbrokenly。
\"I’llnotstandinherway——I’vegotsinsenoughtoanswerforalready。\"
Warwickwatchedherpityingly。Hehadstirredherfeelingstounwonteddepths，andhissympathywentouttoher。Ifshehadsinned，shehadbeenmoresinnedagainstthansinning，anditwasnothisparttojudgeher。HehadyieldedtoasentimentalweaknessindecidinguponthistriptoPatesville。Amatterofbusinesshadbroughthimwithinaday’sjourneyofthetown，andanover—
masteringimpulsehadcompelledhimtoseekthemotherwhohadgivenhimbirthandtheoldtownwherehehadspenttheearlieryearsofhislife。
Noonewouldhaveacknowledgedsoonerthanhethefollyofthisvisit。Menwhohaveelectedtogoverntheirlivesbyprinciplesofabstractrightandreason，whichhappen，perhaps，tobeatvariancewithwhatsocietyconsidersequallyrightandreasonable，should，forfearofcomplications，becarefulaboutdescendingfromtheloftyheightsoflogictothecommonlevelofimpulseandaffection。
Manyyearsbefore，Warwick，whenaladofeighteen，hadshakenthedustofthetownfromhisfeet，andwithit，hefondlythought，theblightofhisinheritance，andhadachievedelsewhereaworthycareer。Butduringalltheseyearsofabsencehehadcherishedatenderfeelingforhismother，andnowagainfoundhimselfinherhouse，amidthefamiliarsurroundingsofhischildhood。Hisvisithadbroughtjoytohismother’sheart，andwasnowtobringitsshroudedcompanion，sorrow。Hismotherhadlivedherlife，forgoodorill。Awiderdoorwasopentohissister——hermothermustnotbartheentrance。
\"Shemaygo，\"themotherrepeatedsadly，dryinghertears。\"I’llgiveherupforhergood。\"
\"Thetable’sready，mamma，\"saidRena，comingtothedoor。
Thelunchwasspreadinthekitchen，alargeunplasteredroomattherear，withawidefireplaceatoneend。Onlyyesterday，itseemedtoWarwick，hehadsprawleduponthehearth，turningsweetpotatoesbeforethefire，orroastinggroundpeasintheashes；or，moreoften，reading，bythelightofablazingpine—knotorlumpofresin，somevolumefromthebookcaseinthehall。FromBulwer’snovel，hehadreadthestoryofWarwicktheKingmaker，anduponleavinghomehadchosenitforhisown。Hewasanewman，buthehadthebloodofanoldrace，andhewouldselectforhisownoneofitsworthynames。Overheadloomedthesamesmokybeams，decoratedwithwhatmighthavebeen，fromallappearances，thesamebunchesofdriedherbs，thesamestringsofonionsandredpeppers。Overinthesamecornerstoodthesamespinning—wheel，andthroughtheopendoorofanadjoiningroomhesawtheoldloom，whereinchildhoodhehadmorethanoncethrowntheshuttle。
Thekitchenwasdifferentfromthestatelydining—roomoftheoldcolonialmansionwherehenowlived；butitwashomelike，anditwasfamiliar。
Thesightofitmovedhisheart，andhefeltforthemomentasortofablindangeragainstthefatewhichmadeitnecessarythatheshouldvisitthehomeofhischildhood，ifatall，likeathiefinthenight。Butherealized，afteramoment，thatthethoughtwaspuresentiment，andthatonewhohadgainedsomuchoughtnottocomplainifhemustgiveupalittle。Hewhowouldclimbtheheightsoflifemustleaveeventhepleasantestvalleysbehind。
\"Rena，\"askedhermother，\"how’dyouliketogoan’payyo’rbrotherJohnavisit？IguessI
mightspareyouforalittlewhile。\"
Thegirl’seyeslightedup。Shewouldnothavegoneifhermotherhadwishedhertostay，butshewouldalwayshaveregardedthisasthelostopportunityofherlife。
\"Areyousureyoudon’tcare，mamma？\"sheasked，hopingandyetdoubting。
\"Oh，I’llmanagetogitalongsomehoworother。
Youcangoan’staytillyougithomesick，an’thenJohn’llletyoucomebackhome。\"
ButMis’Mollybelievedthatshewouldnevercomeback，except，likeherbrother，undercoverofthenight。Shemustloseherdaughteraswellasherson，andthisshouldbethepenanceforhersin。
Thatherchildrenmustexpiateaswellthesinsoftheirfathers，whohadsinnedsolightly，afterthemannerofmen，neithershenortheycouldforesee，sincetheycouldnotreadthefuture。
ThenextboatbywhichWarwickcouldtakehissisterawayleftearlyinthemorningofthenextdaybutone。HewentbacktohishotelwiththeunderstandingthatthemorrowshouldbedevotedtogettingRenareadyforherdeparture，andthatWarwickwouldvisitthehouseholdagainthefollowingevening；for，ashasbeenintimated，therewereseveralreasonswhythereshouldbenoopenrelationsbetweenthefinegentlemanatthehotelandthewomeninthehousebehindthecedars，who，whilesuperiorinbloodandbreedingtothepeopleoftheneighborhoodinwhichtheylived，wereyetundertheshadowofsomecloudwhichclearlyshutthemoutfromthebettersocietyofthetown。Almostanyresidentcouldhavegivenoneormoreofthesereasons，ofwhichanyonewouldhavebeensufficienttomostofthem；andtosomeofthemWarwick’smerepresenceinthetownwouldhaveseemedaboldanddaringthing。
III
THEOLDJUDGE
Onthemorningfollowingthevisittohismother，Warwickvisitedtheoldjudge’soffice。
Thejudgewasnotin，butthedoorstoodopen，andWarwickenteredtoawaithisreturn。Therehadbeenfewerchangesintheoffice，wherehehadspentmany，manyhours，thaninthetownitself。
Thedustwasalittlethicker，thepapersinthepigeon—holesofthewalnutdeskwerealittleyellower，thecobwebsinthecornersalittlemoreaggressive。Thefliesdronedasdrowsilyandthemurmurofthebrookbelowwasjustasaudible。
Warwickstoodattherearwindowandlookedoutoverafamiliarview。Directlyacrossthecreek，onthelowgroundbeyond，mightbeseenthedilapidatedstonefoundationofthehousewhereoncehadlivedFloraMacdonald，theJacobiterefugee，themostromanticcharacterofNorthCarolinahistory。OldJudgeStraighthadhadatreecutawayfromthecreek—sideoppositehiswindow，sothatthishistoricruinmightbevisiblefromhisoffice；forthejudgecouldtracethetiesofbloodthatconnectedhimcollaterallywiththisfamouspersonage。HispamphletonFloraMacdonald，printedforprivatecirculation，washighlyprizedbythoseofhisfriendswhowerefortunateenoughtoobtainacopy。Totheleftofthewindowaplacidmill—pondspreaditswideexpanse，andtotherightthecreekdisappearedunderacanopyofoverhangingtrees。
Afootstepsoundedinthedoorway，andWarwick，turning，facedtheoldjudge。Timehadleftgreatermarksuponthelawyerthanuponhisoffice。
Hishairwaswhiter，hisstoopmorepronounced；
whenhespoketoWarwick，hisvoicehadsomeoftheshrillnessofoldage；andinhishand，uponwhichtheveinsstoodoutprominently，adecidedtremorwasperceptible。
\"Good—morning，JudgeStraight，\"saidtheyoungman，removinghishatwiththegracefulSoutherndeferenceoftheyoungfortheold。
\"Good—morning，sir，\"repliedthejudgewithequalcourtesy。
\"Youdon’trememberme，Iimagine，\"suggestedWarwick。
\"Yourfaceseemsfamiliar，\"returnedthejudgecautiously，\"butIcannotforthemomentrecallyourname。Ishallbegladtohaveyourefreshmymemory。\"
\"IwasJohnWalden，sir，whenyouknewme。\"
Thejudge’sfacestillgavenoansweringlightofrecognition。
\"Youroldoffice—boy，\"continuedtheyoungerman。
\"Ah，indeed，soyouwere！\"rejoinedthejudgewarmly，extendinghishandwithgreatcordiality，andinspectingWarwickmorecloselythroughhisspectacles。\"Letmesee——youwentawayafewyearsbeforethewar，wasn’tit？\"
\"Yes，sir，toSouthCarolina。\"
\"Yes，yes，Iremembernow！IhadbeenthinkingitwastotheNorth。Somanythingshavehappenedsincethen，thatittaxesanoldman’smemorytokeeptrackofthemall。Well，well！andhowhaveyoubeengettingalong？\"
Warwicktoldhisstoryinoutline，muchashehadgivenittohismotherandsister，andthejudgeseemedverymuchinterested。
\"Andyoumarriedintoagoodfamily？\"heasked。
\"Yes，sir。\"
\"Andhavechildren？\"
\"One。\"
\"Andyouarevisitingyourmother？\"
\"Notexactly。Ihaveseenher，butIamstoppingatahotel。\"
\"H’m！Areyoustayinglong？\"
\"Ileaveto—morrow。\"
\"It’swellenough。Iwouldn’tstaytoolong。
Thepeopleofasmalltownareinquisitiveaboutstrangers，andsomeofthemhavelongmemories。
Irememberwewentoverthelaw，whichwasinyourfavor；butcustomisstrongerthanlaw——inthesematterscustomISlaw。Itwasagreatpitythatyourfatherdidnotmakeawill。Well，myboy，Iwishyoucontinuedgoodluck；Iimaginedyouwouldmakeyourway。\"
Warwickwentaway，andtheoldjudgesatforamomentabsorbedinreflection。\"Rightandwrong，\"hemused，\"mustbeeternalverities，butourstandardsformeasuringthemvarywithourlatitudeandourepoch。Wemakeourcustomslightly；oncemade，likeoursins，theygripusinbandsofsteel；webecomethecreaturesofourcreations。Byonestandardmyoldoffice—boyshouldneverhavebeenborn。YetheisasonofAdam，andcameintoexistenceinthewayordainedbyGodfromthebeginningoftheworld。
Inequityhewouldseemtobeentitledtohischanceinlife；itmighthavebeenwiser，though，forhimtoseekitfartherafieldthanSouthCarolina。Itwastoonearhome，eventhoughthelawswerewithhim。\"
IV
DOWNTHERIVER
NeithermothernordaughtersleptagreatdealduringthenightofWarwick’sfirstvisit。
Mis’Mollyanointedhersacrificewithtearsandcriedherselftosleep。Rena’semotionsweremoreconflicting；shewassorrytoleavehermother，butgladtogowithherbrother。Themerejourneyshewasabouttomakewasagreateventforthetwowomentocontemplate，tosaynothingofthegoldenvisionthatlaybeyond，forneitherofthemhadeverbeenoutofthetownoritsvicinity。
Thenextdaywasdevotedtopreparationsforthejourney。Rena’sslenderwardrobewasmadereadyandpackedinalargevalise。Towardssunset，Mis’Mollytookoffherapron，putonherslat—bonnet，——shewaseverthepinkofneatness，——pickedherwayacrossthestreet，whichwasmuddyfromarainduringtheday，traversedthefoot—bridgethatspannedtheditchinfrontofthecoopershop，andspokefirsttotheelderofthetwomenworkingthere。
\"Good—evenin’，Peter。\"
\"Good—evenin’，ma’m，\"respondedthemanbriefly，andnotrelaxingatalltheenergywithwhichhewastrimmingabarrel—stave。
Mis’Mollythenaccostedtheyoungerworkman，adark—brownyoungman，smallinstature，butwithawell—shapedhead，anexpressiveforehead，andfeaturesindicativeofkindness，intelligence，humor，andimagination。\"Frank，\"sheasked，\"canIgityoutodosomethin’fermesooninthemo’nin’？\"
\"Yas’m，Ireckonso，\"repliedtheyoungman，restinghishatchetonthechopping—block。\"W’atisit，Mis’Molly？\"
\"Mydaughter’sgoin’awayontheboat，an’I
’lowedyouwouldn’min’totin’herkyarpet—bagdowntothew’arf，onlessyou’drutherhaulitdownonyo’rkyart。Itain’tveryheavy。Ofco’seI’llpayyouferyo’rtrouble。\"
\"Thanky’，ma’m，\"hereplied。Heknewthatshewouldnotpayhim，forthesimplereasonthathewouldnotacceptpayforsuchaservice。\"Isshegwinefur？\"heasked，withasorrowfullook，whichhecouldnotentirelydisguise。
\"AsfurasWilmin’tonan’beyon’。She’llbevisitin’herbrotherJohn，wholivesin——anotherState，an’wantshertocomean’seehim。\"
\"Yas’m，I’llcome。Iwon’needdekyart——
I’lltotedebag。’Boutw’attimeshillIcomeover？\"
\"Well，’long’boutseveno’clockorhalfpas’。
She’sgoin’ontheOldNorthState，an’itleavesateight。\"
FrankstoodlookingafterMis’Mollyasshepickedherwayacrossthestreet，untilhewasrecalledtohisdutybyasharpwordfromhisfather。
\"’Ten’teryo’wuk，boy，’ten’teryo’wuk。You’rewastin’yo’time——wastin’yo’time！\"
Yes，hewaswastinghistime。Thebeautifulyounggirlacrossthestreetcouldneverbeanythingtohim。Buthehadsavedherlifeonce，andhaddreamedthathemightrenderheragainsomesignalservicethatmightwinherfriendship，andconvinceherofhishumbledevotion。ForFrankwasnotproud。Asmile，whichPeterwouldhaveregardedascondescendingtoafreeman，who，sincethewar，wasasgoodasanybodyelse；akindword，whichPeterwouldhaveconsideredoffensivelypatronizing；apieceofMis’
Molly’sfamouspotatoponefromRena’shands，——abonetoadog，Petercalleditonce；——wereamplerewardsforthethousandandonesmallservicesFrankhadrenderedthetwowomenwholivedinthehousebehindthecedars。
