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"Them toll-gates hain't a-hurtin' me none," she heard him drawl. "I don't understand this business, an' I hain't goin' to git mixed up in hit." Then he saw her coming and he stopped, and the others looked at her uneasily, she thought, as if wondering what she might have heard. "Go on home, Mavis," he said shortly, and as she passed on no one spoke until she was out of hearing.
"Maybe we'd better not, John," said the buxom lady. "People can look over their garden walls without our interfering with them, can't they?" "Yes, ma'am, but she was a-hollerin' at us." "No, John, was she though? Maybe this is a private road and we have no right to be on it." "She gave a holler as if some one was a-hurtin' of her," said John with decision.
Then we won't be a-hurtin' each other's feelin's. I'm fer law, too, but it ain't your kind, an' we ain't likely to agree." She picked up his hat from where it lay on the melodeon and fingered it a bit, smiling at him in the ingenuous manner that was utterly disarming. A slow dark flush spread over the man's face.
"Pears like us human bein's always was a-hurtin' somethin'," she soliloquized, distressed. "Thar some chap has left that rabbit in misery behind him, and here I've sent Joe Lorey down the mountain with a worse hurt than it's got." She sighed. "It certain air a funny world!" she said.
Thornton began to understand or thought he did, and again he inclined his head. "I reckon, Sim," he said, "ye wants ter make one of them trips now, don't ye?" "Thet's a right shrewd guess, Parish. Hit's a handy time ter go. I kin git back afore corn-shuckin', an' thar hain't no other wuck a-hurtin' ter be done right now."
"Ye ain't mad at me?" she ventured, watching him narrowly. "No! I'm only sorry infinitely sorry for you." The tender tone in his voice, the mist rising in his eyes, brought Tess to his side. "I thanks ye for all ye been a-doin' for Daddy and me," she said brokenly. "I does thank ye.... Don't look at me like that it air a-hurtin' me." The low voice, filled with unshed tears, rang with emotion.
The flower that had put forth its abortive buds for so many seasons, burst into full bloom at last. With the mighty joy in his heart, and the light of the immortal hope beaming upon him, he passed into the World of Certainties. A Virginian in California. "Hard at it, are you, uncle?" "No, sah I's workin' by de day, an' I an't a-hurtin' myself."
"This gentleman has complained, and you must stop," said the officer. They all turned on Livingstone with sudden hate. "Arr-oh-h!" they snarled in concert. "We ain't a-hurtin' him! What's he got to do wid us anyhow!" One more apt archer than the rest, shouted, "He ain't no gentleman a gentleman don't never interfere wid poor little boys what ain't a-done him no harm!"
His mother knew the latent determination of her boy and she was ever in dread that there might arise some trouble among the men when he was away on these drinking trips. "Alvin is jes like his father," she said. "They were both slow to start trouble, but ef either one would git into hit, they'd go through with the job and there'd be a-hurtin'."
To his surprise a new orderly appeared, a negro whose face was strangely familiar. "What is it, sah?" he said. "Is that you, Mose?" cried Sam. "Why, it's almost as good as being at home again." "Bress my soul, Massa Jinks I mean General, have you been a-hurtin' yourself again?" and the man chuckled to himself till his whole body shook.
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