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"You have never evinced it before; why now?" "Because I have not thought of it sooner." "Will you unlock it, please?" she asked; and her eyes were very bright with the fever-fire that I knew was burning up, until I feared the flame would touch her mind. "I don't like being locked in; I wish to be free," she added. This lady has something of Mr. Axtell's command of manner.
It was pitch-dark, not even moonlight, there. I went back for a lamp: the only one was the heavy bronze, in the lone room. Mr. Axtell's door was open. He had left a light. I went in and took it up, with a box of matches lying near, and once more started down the stairs. How full of trembling I was! yet not afraid: there was a life, perhaps, to save. I opened the heavy oaken door.
I let him sing, knowing that it was in delirium; and for the moment my wonder ceased concerning Miss Axtell's love for Herbert. This while, Jeffy stood speechless, transfused into melody. Whence came this love of Africans for harmonious measure?
It was past Miss Axtell's house. Only one light was visible; that shone from Miss Lettie's room. Aaron said, "I saw Mr. Axtell this morning. He was going across the country, he said." No one asked him "Where?" and he said no more. We were late at the steamboat.
"Where are you going?" I asked of him, but he did not answer. He went straight on by me, and down, out of the house, closing the great hall-door after him with a force that shook the walls. I went into the deserted room, put down the window-sash that he had left open, laid more wood upon the dying embers, caught up Miss Axtell's shawl, and, throwing it over my head, started down the stairs.
The result of her walk to the river was a subsequent day of prostration and a nervous headache. All the morning of that November day I sat beside her in the darkened room. I bathed her head, until she said there was too much life in my hands, and sent for Abraham. Thus my time of release came." A quick, involuntary smile crossed Miss Axtell's face at the memory of her first sight of Mr. McKey.
He was disposed to question me for a reason for Miss Axtell's aberration. I was not empowered to give one, and was fully determined to impart no information until such time as I could with honor tell all. Aaron desisted after a while, and changed interrogation for information. "We're to have a new sexton," he said. "Why, Aaron?"
He saw my look of astonishment, and said, "It is but the beginning of my punishment." Ere I had answered Mr. Axtell's question, my father appeared. He had come for me so early on this March morning, or was it to meet Mr. Axtell? He said more, in words, to him than to his child. It was several years since my father had met Mr. Axtell, therefore he did not note the change last night had wrought.
It was off from his toe like a flash, just escaping the "Maroon" forwards as they broke through to block. Miller made a great jumping catch, but Axtell's savage tackle downed him where he stood. The ball was now in "Maroon" territory on their twenty yard line. It was altogether too close for comfort, and the "Maroons" made a gallant and desperate effort to get it further down the field.
When she went back to bury the dream that I so suddenly drew out of the balmy land, I had only to shade the light, stir the fire a little, and then wait. From afar up the street came the stroke of one. Miss Axtell's face was turned away from me. I could only fancy that her eyes were closed. Once she put an arm over the pillow. I touched it. It burned with fever-heat. Then all was still.
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