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Updated: May 10, 2025
"I have to speak to some of the people in authority sometimes the same as you do. What's the matter with you, Shade Buckheath?" "There's nothing the matter with me," Buckheath declared wagging his head portentously, and avoiding her eye.
But I'll tell you what I'll do for you I'll meal you, ef that will help your case any. I'll meal you for two dollars a week, and throw in a good word with Johnnie." Buckheath received the conclusion of this speech with a grin. "I reckon your good word 'd have a lot to do with Johnnie Consadine," he said ironically, as he picked up his hat from the floor. "Uh-huh," nodded Pap.
Pap had matters of some importance to discuss with Shade Buckheath, and he was glad to see the young man's figure come swinging down the street. The two were soon deep in a whispered discussion, their heads bent close together. The little speck far up the road between the trees announced itself to the eye now as a moving figure, walking down toward Cottonville.
Buckheath," insisted Lydia anxiously. "Tell him, just as you have told me, how long you and John have been engaged, and how devoted she was to you before she came down to the mill. You appeal to him that way. You can overtake him I mean you can intercept him if you start right on now cut across the turn, and go through the tunnel."
Pap went about somewhat like a whipped dog, spoke little on any subject, and tolerated no mention of the topic of the day in Cottonville; his face kept the boarders quiet at table and in the house, anyhow. Shade Buckheath never entered the place after Deanie was carried in from the hastily summoned carriage Thursday night.
"Go 'long," said Buckheath, surlily; "I'll fix 'em for you." And without another word the girl left him. After Johnnie was gone, Buckheath chewed for some time the bitter cud of chagrin. He was wholly mistaken, then, in the object of her visit to the mechanical department? Yet he was a cool-headed fellow, always alert for that which might bring him gain.
"You're not aimin' for my good. I don't see what on earth makes you talk like you wanted to marry me." "Because I do," said Buckheath helplessly. He wondered if the girl did not herself know her own attractions, forgetful that he had not seen them plainly till a man higher placed in the social scale set the cachet of a gentleman's admiration upon them.
While Himes and Buckheath yet stood thus talking, the warning whistles of the various mills began to blow. Groups of girls came down the steps and stared at the two men conferring with heads close together. Mavity Bence put her face out at the front door and called. "Pap, yo' breakfast is gettin' stone cold." "Do you have to go to the mill right now?" inquired the older man, timorously.
Gray Stoddard's eyes had followed Lydia Sessions when she went into the hall to speak to Shade Buckheath. The talk between him and his hostess had been enlightening to both of them.
"I'm mighty sorry," she said soberly, "but I ain't aimin' to wed any man, fixed like I am. Mother and the children have to be looked after, and I can't ask a man to do for 'em, so I have it to do myself." "Of course I can't take your mother and the children," Buckheath objected querulously, as though she had asked him to do so. "But you I'll take; and you'd do well to think it over.
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