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Updated: June 24, 2025
And you it was Crele, Darien Crele said that?" "That's the name Nelia, his daughter." "Yes, sir. I know. I guess I know! She's my wife she was It's her " "You're looking for?" "Yes, sir; she ran away and left me. She came down here." "Kind of a careless girl, I imagine?" "Careless! God, no! The finest woman you ever saw. It was me I was to blame. I never knew, I never knew!"
Terabon and Nelia saw that they had given him another pleasure, and Rasba was happy to know that he would always be able to visit such places, and add to his own store of literature, when he had read the books which he had, as he would do, page by page, and word by word, his dictionary at hand. Magazines and newspapers had little interest for him.
The little cabin-boat, almost lost to view astern, rapidly gained, and as they ran down Beef Island chute, where the current is slow, they were overtaken. "Sho!" Parson Rasba cried aloud, "hit's Missy Carline, Missy Nelia, shore as I'm borned!" Terabon had known it for half an hour. He had been noticing river details, and he could not fail to recognize that little boat.
Nelia had, somehow, become possessed with a hate and horror of wrong. She had pictured to herself a home, happiness, and a life of plenty, but she held herself at the highest price a woman demands. That price Augustus Carline was only too willing to pay. He had found a girl of high spirits, of great good looks, of a most amusing quickness of wit and vigour of mentality.
Parson Rasba discovered that it was a woman at the sweeps, and a few strokes later he knew that it was a slim, young woman. When she coasted down outside the eddy, to swing in at the foot, and arrived opposite him, he recognized her. "God he'p me!" he choked, "hit's Missy Nelia. Hit's Missy Nelia! An' she's a runned away married woman an' theh's the man she shot!"
"Tight hull and tight roof. We built it ourselves. But we're sick of the river, and we'll sell cheap, right here." The three went down to the boat, and Nelia handed him seventy-five dollars in bills. He and his partner, who came down from the town a few minutes later, packed up their personal property in two trunks. They left the dishes and other outfit, including several blankets.
There was only one reason why Nelia could not accept that protection. "I'll have to take care of myself," she shook her head, without rebuke to the youth. "You see, I'm running away from a mean scoundrel." "Hit's so," the river woman approved, and the men took their departure without further comment. The two women, disapproving the men's housekeeping, scrubbed the boat and washed all the bedding.
I don't want to forget this; got to put this down. Poor devil!" "And he says he's a sinner himself," Nelia repeated, when she returned on board her cabin-boat in the sheltering safety of Wolf Island chute, with Mamie Caope, Parson Rasba, and the other shanty-boaters within a stone's toss of her.
And Nelia Carline pulled out into the current and followed her river friend, Lester Terabon, who had gone on ahead to save her husband from the river pirates.
One of the fruits of the matter was when Nelia Crele's pretty face attracted his attention. She lived in a shack up the Bottoms near St. Genevieve, and he tried to flirt with her, but she wouldn't flirt. In some surprise, startled by his rebuff, he withdrew from the scene with a memory that would not forget.
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