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Updated: June 15, 2025
I sprang, fell in a heap, but rose again somehow; and now at last I put up my arm. It was not without strength in this case more than mortal strong still, in the end, I fell. When I came to myself we were still flying through the wild, swift-changing scene, homeward bound; one of my hands was numb, and my wrist bandaged, and my head was on Vesty's shoulder!
At which we all, including Pershal and Miss Pray, laughed inordinately, gazing out into the sweet Basin night; and indeed I was even ready to avow with my life that it was a joke of the extremest savor. Even had all Uncle Coffin's sins been known, he would have been forgiven. Captain Leezur put on Vesty's shawl for her: "Sence I'm the han'somest man in the room," he gurgled. "So you are!"
Miss Pray, confused by Vesty's look, blushed painfully. "Thank you for asking me about it," I said gently. At that Miss Pray rose. "Come; le's play words," she said. So the girl and the woman folded their sewing, and Miss Pray brought from some hitherto unknown recreative source a little box of cardboard letters, and we sat at the table together.
"It meant nothing between them all," said Vesty, her hand over her eyes; "you know that better than I. It is only the way they do." "It meant nothing! It is only the way they do." The tears stole down Vesty's cheeks and trembled on her lips. "He does not care," she said; "that is the worst! He does not care as he did once." "For what, Vesty?"
Miss Pray alone of the Basins had acquired the monumental honor of possessing an ice-cream freezer, esteemed by others with a no less sacred jealousy than by herself; but she had hitherto refused all intimations tending toward social interchange and fellowship in the matter. "Vesty's kind o' poorin' away," said one matron, looking wistfully after the girl.
For there was the Basin sorrow in Vesty's voice, enough to subdue greater discords, and the Basin hope in it, implicit, wonderful, thrilled to tearful vision by a word: "Carried by the angels," she sang. "Carried by the angels. Carried by the angels to the skies. Carried by the angels, Carried by the angels, "Gathered with the lost in Paradise."
Jedge Custis is comin' for you, aunty. I'm yer to take you home." She did not speak at all, and Phoebus lifted her without resistance nearer to the moonlight. Her lips mumbled unintelligibly, her eyes were dull, she did not seem to know them. Samson crawled forward, and also called her name kindly: "Aunt Hominy, Miss Vesty's sent fur you. Dis yer is Jimmy Phoebus."
"What I thought first when I saw you I never mind that now." Vesty's words: and "You shall never want or suffer while I have hands to work with." So it seems that, at the Basin, even one poor and afflicted may have good hope to be sustained! There was a woman once, beautiful and high, who, spurning me, would have married me for my wealth and name. But pity is sweet and true.
"He stood out in the water, that day, helping get the men in, and he was around that evening, singing, without any dry clothes or fire; nobody thought, then. And you know he 's had a cough ever since, and now he 's sick." A thought smote me. "He won't lead the children to school any more, then?" Vesty's lip quivered. "Come," she said; "he has asked for you."
"And you," he said, trying to turn to me, lovingly, faintly, "you are one of them. I will bring you home. Sing, Vesty; sing 'Sail away " "'As Christ went down the Lonesome Road'" Vesty's voice broke. "Sing, little one," said Uncle Benny, covering his glad secrets again with a sort of heavenly duplicity; "it 's all right sing." "'He left the crown and He took the cross Sail away to Galilee!
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