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Updated: June 7, 2025
I went to the spring to get a bucket of fresh water, and when I returned Alf was nowhere to be found. I went out and shouted his name, but no answer came back. I went out into the woods, walked up and down the road, but could see nothing of him. The shadows fell short and the old people and Guinea and Chyd returned from church, and the noon-tide meal was spread, but Alf came not.
My old eyes are getting flat, sir. Step into the library." "No, I thank you. I have but a moment to stay." "Step in, sir," he insisted, almost commanded, and I obeyed. Chyd was under a lamp, reading a sheep-skin covered book. He looked up as I entered, nodded, and then resumed his reading. "Sit down," said the General. "No, I thank you, for, as I say, I have but a moment to remain.
"Oh, I don't see anything to cause a spat," said Chyd, straining himself to take long steps. "Good stuff, of course, but nothing to turn a man's head a mere bit of fancy paint. But you ought to write it. Good many people like nonsense. I mean something light, you know. Two-thirds of the human family make it their business to dodge the truth.
He stopped a moment to shake hands with Chyd, and then he hastened to me. "Old man, I've got something to tell you," he said. "Let's walk down this way no, not over in the road, but up the hollow." He gripped my arm tightly, walked fast, then slowly and then stopped. "Let's sit down here, Bill." We seated ourselves on a rock.
Guinea took my arm and homeward we went, and not a word was spoken until we entered the dark woods. "You saw Chyd?" she said. "Yes, and the old gentleman wanted him to come out." "To kneel at my feet so soon?" "No, to welcome his sister. Are you so anxious for the time to come?" "Yes," she answered, without hesitation. "And is it because you love him?" I asked bitterly.
But I felt that his overtaking the wagon would bring an additional trouble to the father and the mother; indeed, I was afraid that the old man might kill him. Strange fellow Chyd was, and I liked him as an oddity, as something wholly different from myself or from any impulsive being. He was not cruel he simply had no heart. I walked about the old place until nearly noon, and then I went to town.
"Oh, help is comin' our way," old Limuel said, and his wife, pointing to her book, replied: "It has always been with us." "At the stake," he whispered. I did not speak of having seen Chyd. I had no right to do so, for I knew that he was now an additional distress.
After a long time he said: "Here's where she crossed the road; and do you see that?" he asked, pointing to the Milky Way. "That was done by the waving of her hand. I wish to the Lord I knew just how much she thinks of Dan Stuart." "Ah, but that wouldn't relieve you," I replied, "for I know how much Guinea thinks of Chyd Lundsford and feel all the worse for it.
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