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She was de quality, Marse Dave, and I was des' afeard not ter. I declar' I hatter. Hush," said Lindy, putting her fingers to her lips, "dar's de Mistis!" The door into the back room opened, and Mrs. Temple stood on the threshold, staring with uncertain eyes into the semi-darkness. "Lindy," she said, "what have you done?" "Miss Sally " Lindy began, and looked at me.
Lyndsay, did you ever see anything like it?" I said "Never." "If Lindy has a fault in this world, it is that he is as pernickety, as my old nurse used to say as pernickety as an old maid. The stiff formality of his room would give me the creeps, if anything could. The first thing I always want to do when I see it is to make hay in it."
"When John war murdered over thar afore yore baby was borned," went on Lindy as though she were reading from a memorized indictment, "Will stud ready ter succour an' holp ye every fashion he could. Then hit come ter light thet 'stid of defendin' ther fame of yore dead husband ye aimed ter stand by ther man thet slew him. Ye even named yore brat atter his coldblooded murderer."
I heard some one coming along the gallery, and then I saw Nick's tall figure looming up behind her. "Davy," he cried. Lindy braced herself up doggedly. "Yo' ain't er-gwine to git in thar nohow, Marse Nick," she said. "Nonsense, Lindy," he answered, "I've been in there as much as you have." And he took hold of her thin arm and pulled her back.
"He's loony. He didn't say so, but he thinks he has a claim that's valuable. He declared, too, that we're here to rob him and threatened to get us if we didn't move on at once." "Was it he who put the paper on the yucca tree?" questioned Elfreda. "No, he didn't do that." "Then we have other foes," said Grace slowly. "What a shame to let Lindy live like a wild animal," broke in Elfreda.
The floor was rubbed to an immaculate cleanliness, stained yellow, and on it lay clean woven mats. The room was empty! I cried out, a yellow and red turban shot across the window, and I beheld in the door the spare countenance of the faithful Lindy. "Marse Dave," she cried, "is you feelin' well, honey?" "Where am I, Lindy?" I asked.
"I kain't no fashion git shet of her," explained the wife as though she felt called upon to explain her ineffectiveness as a sentinel. Will Turk's voice came in the crispness of clipped syllables. "Lindy, I don't need ye no more, right now. I reckon I kin contrive ter git rid of this woman by myself."
Tha's why I come out here. You Clantons is all right. I never did go in for this bushwhackin' with Dave an' Hugh. I never " "You're a born liar like the rest of yore wolf tribe. You come out here because the country got too hot to hold you after what you did to 'Lindy Clanton. I might 'a' knowed I'd find you with the 'Paches. You allus was low-mixed Injun."
Putnam, no mysterious Lindy, no battle royal with the music teacher, no town meeting to engineer, no grocery store to buy, no Deacon's daughter to go driving with, no singing school, no surprise party, no blind girl to comfort and aid and finally marry. There were none of the incidents that had made his father's life at Mason's Corner so exciting and interesting.
Doubtless thus she had made King and Cardinal laugh, doubtless thus, ministering to those who crossed her path, she had met her own calamities. Strangest of all was the effect she had upon Lindy, for the girl ceased crying as she watched her. Madame la Vicomtesse turned to me. "You must go at once," she said. "When you get to Madame Gravois's, write to Mr. Temple. I will send Andre to you there."
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