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After that little incident, he met Raines at the cabin oftener. The mountaineer was always taciturn, though he listened closely when anything was said, and even when addressed by Easter's mother his attention, Clayton noticed, was fixed on Easter and himself. He felt that he was being watched, and it irritated him.
"No, I didn't mean that at all," I assured him. "Of course not only you told me not long ago that you had given up wine altogether. That's why I said what I did." "So I have! So I have!" he eagerly assured me. "But Easter's a time for rejoicing... Rejoicing!" his voice rose suddenly shrill and scornful "rejoicing with the world in the state that it is.
The crowd fell away from him as a weapon was drawn and levelled with unsteady hand at Clayton. Raines sprang forward; Clayton felt his arm clutched, and a figure darted past him. The flash came, and when Raines wrenched the weapon from the mountaineer's grasp the latter was standing rigid, with horror-stricken eyes fixed upon the smoke, in which Easter's white face showed like an apparition.
"No, thank you," he answered, a little embarrassed by Easter's odd behavior. " May I get some water? "Sartinly," said the old woman, looking him over curiously. " Easter, go git some fresh." The girl started to rise, but Clayton, picking up the bucket, said, quickly: "Oh no; I won't trouble you.
Eliphalet Hopper's eyes were glued to the mild-mannered man who told the story, and his hair rose under his hat. "By the way, Lige, how's that boy, Tato? Somehow after I let you have him on the 'Louisiana', I thought I'd made a mistake to let him run the river. Easter's afraid he'll lose the little religion she taught him." It was the Captain's turn to be grave.
A dozen women were seated about the room, and instantly their eyes were glued upon him. As the kitchen door swung open he saw Easter's mother bending over the fireplace, a table already heavily laden, and several women bustling about it. Above his head he heard laughter, a hurried tramping of feet, and occasional cries of surprise and delight.
"A very appropriate dream for a Queen of Hearts," said Phil, "and anybody can see it's only a repetition of Mammy Easter's fortune, the 'row of lovahs in the teacup. Tell us which one you are going to choose." "It's Joyce's turn," was the only answer Lloyd would make. "And my dream was positively brilliant," replied Joyce.
He paused at the threshold, hardly knowing what to do, and when he turned a titter from one corner showed that his embarrassment was seen. On the porch he was seized by Easter's father, who drew him back into the room. The old mountaineer's face was flushed, and he had been drinking heavily. Oh, hyar ye air! " he exclaimed. "You're right on hand, hain't ye?
"Yaas, Miss Lucy. Easter's Jim hab imported dat Marse Berkeley Cyarter done recompense him on de road dis mahnin' ter know when Marster's comin' home." "Just as soon," said Miss Lucy, "as the Convention brings everybody to their senses. Three letters for Edward one in young Beaufort Porcher's writing. Now we'll hear the Charleston version probably he fired the first shot! A note for me.
"Thar hain't but one more jest like that in the mountains," said the old woman, " 'n' Easter's got that. My dad made 'em both." "How would you like to trade one for mine, if you have two?" said Clayton to the girl. "I'll give you all my cartridges to boot." The girl looked at her mother with hesitation.
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