The Comings of Cousin Ann Part 1
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The Comings of Cousin Ann.
by Emma Speed Sampson.
CHAPTER I
The Veterans of Ryeville
Ryeville had rather prided itself on having the same population--about three thousand--for the last fifty years. That is the oldest inhabitants had, but the newer generation was for expansion in spite of tradition, and Ryeville awoke one morning, after the census taker had been busying himself, to find itself five thousand strong and still growing.
There was no especial reason for the growth of the little town, save that it lay in the heart of rolling blue-gra.s.s country and people have to live somewhere. And Ryeville, with its crooked streets and substantial homes, was as good a place as any. There were churches of all denominations, schools and shops, a skating rink, two motion picture houses and as many drug stores as there had been barrooms before prohibition made necessary a change of front. There were two hotels--one where you "could" and one where you "couldn't." The former was frequented by the old men of the town and county. It stood next to the courthouse. Indeed its long, shady porch overlooked the courthouse green. There the old men would sit with chairs tilted against the wall and feet on railing and sadly watch the prohibition officers hauling bootleggers to court.
There were a great many old men in Ryeville and the country around--more old men than old women, in spite of the fact that that part of Kentucky had furnished its quota of recruits for both Union and Rebel armies.
In Kentucky, during the war between the states, brother had been pitted against brother--even father against son. The fact that the state did not secede from the Union had been a reason for the most intense bitterness and ill feeling among families and former friends.
The bitterness was gone now and ill feeling forgotten. The veterans of the blue and the gray sat on the Rye House porch together, swapping tales and borrowing tobacco as amicably as though they had never done their best to exterminate one another.
"As for Abe Lincoln," declared Major Fitch, an ancient confederate, "if it hadn't been for him Gawd knows what we'd 'a' had to talk about in these dry days. I tell you, sah, we ought to be eternally grateful to Abe Lincoln. I for one am. I was a clerk in a country store when the war broke out and I'd 'a' been there yet if it wasn't for the war.
I'm here to say it made me and made my fam'ly. We were bawn fighters--my fo' brothers and I--and up to the sixties we were always in trouble for brawling. The war came along and made a virtue of our vices. My mother used to be mighty 'shamed when she heard we were called the 'Fighting Fitches.' That was befo' the war, and one or the other of us boys was always up befo' the co't for wild carrying on.
But, bless Bob, when we were called 'Fighting Fitches' for whipping the Yankees the old lady was as pleased as Punch."
"What did they call ye fer not bein' able to whup us?" asked a grinning old giant from the mountains.
"Nothin'--'cause we were able. All we needed was mo' men and mo' food and mo' guns. We'd 'a' licked the spots off of you Yanks if we had had a chance. You wouldn't stand still long enough to get whipped."
So the talk went on, day in and day out. Battles were fought over and over but never finished. They always ended with a draw and could be resumed the next morning with added zest and new incidents. One old man, Pete Barnes, who had the distinction of being the only private who frequented the porch at Rye House, always claimed to have been present at every battle mentioned--even Bunker Hill and the battle of New Orleans.
"Yes sirree, I was there; nothin' but a youngster, but I was there!"
he would a.s.sert. "There wasn't a single battle the Fo'th Kentucky Volunteers didn't get in on an' the Johnny Rebs would run like h.e.l.l when they heard we were comin'. I tell you when we got them a goin'
was at Fredericksburg in '62--must have been 'bout the middle of December. We beat 'em even worse than we did at Chickamauga the following year."
"Aw dry up, Pete. You know perfectly well the Yanks got licked at both of those battles," a jovial opponent would declare, but Pete Barnes was as sure his side had won as he was that he had been present at the surrender of Cornwallis and there was no use in trying to persuade him otherwise.
The Rye House faced on Main Street and nothing happened on that thoroughfare that escaped the oldsters on the porch. If anything was going on all they had to do was move their chairs from the side porch to the front, whether it was a circus parade or a funeral, or just Miss Ann Peyton's rickety coach bearing her to Buck Hill, which was the first large farm the other side of the creek, the dividing line between Ryeville and the country. There were several small places but Buck Hill the only one of importance.
On a morning in June the old men sat on the porch as usual, with feet on railing and chairs tilted to the right angle for aged backbones.
Nothing much had happened all morning. The sun was about the only thing that was moving in Ryeville and that had finally got around to the side porch and was s.h.i.+ning full on Colonel Crutcher's outstretched legs.
"I reckon we'd better move," he said wearily. "Th'ain't much peace and quiet these days, what with the sun."
"Heat's something awful," agreed Pete Barnes, "but it ain't a patchin'
on what it was at Cowpens."
"Cowpens!" exclaimed a necktie drummer who was stopping at the Rye House for a day or so, "I thought Cowpens was a battle fought between the United States and the English back in 1781."
"Sure, sure!" agreed Pete, "I was a mere lad, but I was there."
"It was in January, too," persisted the drummer.
"Of course, but we made it so hot for the--for the other side that this June weather is nothin' to it."
There was a general laugh and moving of chairs out of the rays of the inconsiderate sun.
"By golly, we're just in time," said Colonel Crutcher. "There comes Miss Ann Peyton's rockaway. Where do you reckon she's bound for?"
"Lord knows, but I hope she's not in a hurry," said Judge Middleton--judge from courtesy only, having sat on no bench but the anxious bench at the races and being a judge solely of horses and whiskey. "Did you ever see such snails as that old team? Good Golddust breed too! Miss Ann always buys good horses when she does buy but to my certain knowledge that pair is eighteen years old. Pretty nigh played out by now but I reckon they'll outlast old Billy and Miss Ann."
"I reckon the old lady has to do some scrimpin' to buy a new pair,"
said Major Fitch. "By golly, I remember when she was the best-looking gal in the county--or any other county for that matter. She was engaged to a fellow in my regiment--killed at Appomattox. She had more beaux than you could shake a stick at, but I reckon she couldn't get over Bert Mason. She wasn't much more than a child when the war broke out, but the war aged the girls as it did the boys."
"I hear tell Miss Ann is on the move right smart lately," ventured Pete Barnes.
"So they tell me," continued Major Fitch. "I tell you, havin' comp'ny now isn't what it used to be, what with wages up sky-high and all the n.i.g.g.e.rs gone to Indianapolis and Chicago so there aren't any to pay even if you had the money, and food costin' three times what it's wuth. I reckon it is no joke to have Miss Ann a fallin' in on her kin nowadays with two horses that must have oats and that old Billy to fill up besides."
"Yes, and Little Josh tells me Miss Ann is always company wherever she stays," said the Judge. "He wasn't exactly complaining but just kind of explaining. You see his wife, that last one, just up and said she wouldn't and she wouldn't. I reckon Miss Ann kind of wore out her welcome last time she was there because she came just when Mrs. Little Josh was planning a trip to White Sulphur and Miss Ann wouldn't take the hint and the journey had to be put off and then the railroad strike came along and Little Josh was afraid to let his wife start for fear she couldn't get back. Mrs. Little Josh is as sore as can be about it and threatens if Miss Ann comes any more that she will invite all of her own kin at the same time and see which side can freeze out the other. The old lady hasn't been there this year and she hasn't been to Big Josh's either. Big Josh's daughters have read the riot act, so I hear, and they say if their old cousin comes to them without being invited they are going to try some visiting on their own hook and leave Big Josh to do the entertaining. They say he is great on big talk about family ties and the obligations of kins.h.i.+p but that they have all the trouble and when their Cousin Ann Peyton visits them he simply takes himself off and leaves them to do the work. Big Josh lives up such a muddy lane it's hard to keep servants."
Miss Ann's lumbering carriage had hardly reached the far corner when the attention of the old men on the porch was arrested by a small, low-swung motor car of the genus runabout. No doubt its motor and wheels had been turned out of a factory but the rest of it was plainly home made. It was painted a bright blue. The rear end might have applied for a truck license, as it was evidently intended as a bearer of burdens, but the front part had the air of a racer and the eager young girl at the wheel looked as though she might be more in sympathy with the front of her car than the back. Be that as it may, she was determined not to let her sympathies run away with her but, much to the delight of the dull old men on the Rye House porch, she stopped her car directly in front of them and carefully rearranged a number of mysterious-looking parcels in the truck end of her car.
"Hiyer, Miss Judith?" called Pete Barnes. The girl must stop her engine to hear what the old man was saying.
"What is it?" she called back gaily.
"I just said hiyer?"
"Fine! Hiyer, yourself?" she laughed pleasantly, although stopping the engine entailed getting out and cranking, since her car boasted no self-starter.
All of the old men bowed familiarly to the girl and indulged in some form of pleasantry.
"Bootlegging now, or what are you up to?" asked Major Fitch.
"Worse than that--perfumes and soaps, tooth pastes and cold creams, hair tonics and henna dips, silver polish and spot removers--pretty near everything or a little of it; but I'm going to come call on all of you when I get my wares sorted out."
"Do! Do!" they responded, but she was in and off before they could say more.
"Gee, that's a pretty girl!" exclaimed the necktie drummer.
"I reckon she is," grunted Colonel Crutcher, "pretty and good and sharp as a briar and quick as greased lightning. There isn't a girl like her anywhere around these parts. I don't see what the young folks of the county are thinking about, leaving her out of all their frolics."
"Well, you see--" put in another old man.
"Yes, I see the best-looking gal of the bunch and the s.p.u.n.kiest and the equal of any of them and the superior of most as far as manners and brains are concerned, just because she comes of plain folks--"
"A little worse than plain, Crutcher," put in Judge Middleton. "Those Bucks--"
"Oh, then she lives at Buck Hill?" asked the drummer.
"Buck Hill! Heavens man! The Bucknors live at Buck Hill and are about the swellest folk in Kentucky. The Bucks live in a little place this side of Buck Hill. There's n.o.body left but this Judy gal and her mother. I reckon their place would have gone for debt if it hadn't so happened that the trolley line from Louisville cut through it and they sold the right of way for enough to lift the mortgage. They do say that the Bucknors and Bucks were the same folks originally but that was in the early days and somehow the Bucks got down and the Bucknors staid up. Now the Bucknors would no more acknowledge the relations.h.i.+p to the Bucks than the Bucks would expect them to."
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