Jupiter Lights Part 10

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The judge stopped the horse; Cicely beckoned to the old negro who was wheeling the covered hand-cart along the sandy road. "Uncle Dan, have you any cakes left?"

Uncle Dan touched his hat, and opened the lid of the cart; there, reposing on snowy napkins, were biscuit and bread, and little cakes of inviting aspect. While Cicely made her selection, Eve bent down and took one of the circulars which were lying, neatly piled, in a corner. It announced, not in print, but in delicate hand-writing, that at the private bakery, number ten Queen Street, Gary Hundred, fresh bread, biscuits, and rolls could be obtained daily; m.u.f.fins, crumpets, and plum-cake to order. The circular was signed "Mary Clementina Diana Wingfield."

"They have names enough, those sisters," Eve commented. "Miss Leontine's is Clotilda Leontine Elizabeth; I saw it in her prayer-book."

Cousin Sarah Cray's residence was a large white house, with verandas encircling it both up stairs and down; the palings of the fence were half gone, the whole place looked pillaged and open. The judge drove up to the door and helped Cicely to descend; and then Eve, who had little Jack, fast asleep, in her arms. Cicely motioned to Eve to go into the house; she herself followed her grandfather as he led the horse round to the stables. Eve went in, carrying Jack and the cakes. Cousin Sarah Cray, hurrying down the stairs to meet her, took the child affectionately. "Dear little fellow, he begins to look right rosy." She was delighted with the cakes. "They will help out the tea be-u-tifully; we've only got waffles."

Instead of going to her room, Eve took a seat at the window; she was anxious about the judge.

"Miss Polly's cakes are always so light," pursued Cousin Sarah Cray, looking at them; "she never makes a mistake, there's never the tinetiest streak of heaviness in _her_ little pounds! And her breads are elegant, too; when one sees her beautiful hands, one wonders how she can do all the kneading."

"Does she do it herself?"

"Every single bit; their old Susannah only heats the oven. It was a courageous idea, Miss Bruce, from the beginning; you know they are among our best people, and, after the war, they found themselves left with nothing in the world but their house. They could have kept school in it, of course, for they are accomplished beyond everything; Miss Leontine paints sweetly--she was educated in France. But there was no one to come to the school; the girls, of course, could not afford to go away."

"You mean pupils?--to leave their homes and come here?"

"No, I mean the girls, Polly and Leontine; they could not open a school anywhere else--in Charleston, for instance; they had not money enough."

"I beg your pardon--it was only that I did not recognize them as 'the girls.'"

"Well, I suppose they really are not quite girls any longer," responded Cousin Sarah Cray, thoughtfully. "Polly is forty-four and Leontine fifty-two; but I reckon they will always be 'the girls' to us, even if they're eighty," she added, laughing. "Well, Polly had this idea. And she has been so successful--you can't think! Her bread-cart goes over to Mellons every day of your life, as regularly as the clock. And they buy a great deal."

"It's the camp, isn't it?--Camp Mellons?"

"No; it has always been Mellons, Mellons Post-office. The camp is near there, and it has some Yankee name or other, I believe; but of course you know, my dear, that _we_ never go there."

"You only sell them bread. I am glad, at least, that they buy Miss Polly's. And does Miss Leontine help?"

"I fancy not. Dear Miss Leontine is not as practical as Miss Polly; she has a soft poetical nature, and she makes beautiful afghans. But the judge prefers Miss Polly."

"Does he really admire her?" said Eve, with a sudden inspiration.

"Beyond everything," answered Cousin Sarah Cray, clasping her plump hands.

"Then will you please go out and tell him that she is coming here to tea, that she will be here immediately?"

"Mercy! But she won't."

"Yes, she will; I will go and ask her. Do please make haste, Mrs. Cray; we are so afraid, Cicely and I, that he will try to whip a negro."

"Mercy!" said Cousin Sarah Cray again, this time in alarm; stout as she was, she ran swiftly through the hall and across the veranda, her cap strings flying, and disappeared on the way to the stables.

Eve carried little Jack up-stairs, and gave him to Deely, the house-maid; then, retracing her steps, she went out through the side-gate, and up the street to the home of the Misses Wingfield. The door stood open, Miss Polly was in the hall. She was a handsome woman, vigorous, erect, with clear blue eyes, and thick sandy hair closely braided round her well-shaped head. Eve explained her errand. "But perhaps Miss Leontine told you?" she added.

"No, Lonny told me nothing; she went straight to her room. I noticed that she had been crying; but she is so sweet that she cries rather easily. Whip, indeed! _I'd_ rather shoot."

"We must keep the _judge_ from being whipped," Eve answered.

"Yes, I suppose so; he is an old man, though he doesn't look it. I will go with you, of course. Or rather I will follow you in a few moments."

The post-office of Gary Hundred was opposite the Wingfield house; as Eve crossed the broad street on her way back, the postmaster appeared at his door, and beckoned to her mysteriously. He was a small elderly negro, with a dignified manner; he wore blue goggles; Eve knew him slightly, she had paid several visits to the office, and had been treated with deferential attention. When she reached the sidewalk, therefore, she paused.

"Would yer min' droppin' in fer one brief momen', miss? 'Portant marter."

Eve stepped over the low sill of the small building--it was hardly more than a shed, though smartly whitewashed, and adorned with bright green blinds--and the postmaster immediately closed the door. He then cautiously took from his desk a letter.

"Dere's sump'n' rudder quare 'bout dishyer letter, miss," he said, glancing towards the window to see that no one was looking in. "Carn't be too pertikler w'en it's guv'ment business; en so we 'lowed to ax de favior ef you'd sorter glimpse yer eye ober it fer us."

"Read a letter?" said Eve. "Whose letter?"

"Not de letter, but him _outside_, miss. Whoms is it? Dat's de p'int. En I wouldn't have you s'pose we 'ain't guv it our bes' cornsideration. We knows de looks ob mos' ob 'em w'at comes yere; but dishyer one's diffunt. Fuddermo', de stamp's diffunt too."

The postmaster's wife, a little yellow woman, was looking anxiously at them from the small window in the part.i.tion of the real post-office, a s.p.a.ce six feet by three.

Eve took the letter. "It's an English stamp. And the name is plainly written, 'Henry Barker, Esquire; Gary Hundred.'"

"No sech pusson yere. Dat's w'at I tol' Mister Cotesworth," said the yellow woman, triumphantly.

"Do you mean to tell me that you cannot read?" said Eve, surveying "Mister Cotesworth," with astonishment.

The government official had, for the moment, an abashed look. "We 'lowed," he began, "dat as you's fum de Norf--"

But his wife interrupted him. "He reads better'n mos', miss, Mister Cotesworth does. But his eyes done got so bad lately--dat's w'at. Take de letter, Mister Cotesworth, and doan' trouble de lady no mo'. Fine wedder, miss." She came round and opened the door officiously; "seem lak we 'ain't nebber see finer."

Miss Polly arrived at Cousin Sarah Cray's; she walked with apparent carelessness round towards the stables, where the judge was superintending the rubbing down and the feeding of the horse. A saddle had been brought out, and was hanging on the fence; Cousin Sarah hovered anxiously near.

"Grandpa is going out for a ride," explained Cicely. "But I told him that the poor horse must be fed first, in common charity; he has been so far already--to Bellington and back."

"Oh, but the judge is not going, now that I have come," said Miss Polly; "he wouldn't be so uncivil." She went up to him; smiling winningly, she put out her beautiful hand.

The judge was always gallant; he took the fair hand, and, bending his head, deposited upon it a salute.

Miss Polly smiled still more graciously. "And is a stable-yard a place for such courtesies, judge?" she said, in her rich voice, with her luscious, indolent, Southern p.r.o.nunciation. "Oh, surely not--surely not.

Let us go to Cousin Sarah Cray's parlor; I have something to tell you; in fact, I came especially to see you." Looking very handsome and very straight, she took his arm with a caressing touch.

The judge admired Miss Polly deeply.

And Miss Polly kept a firm hold upon his arm.

The judge yielded.

VII.

"Sea-beaches," said Eve,--"the minds of such people; you can trace the line of their last high tide, that is, the year when they stopped reading. Along the judge's line, one finds, for instance, Rogers; he really has no idea that there have been any new poets since then."

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