AT THE PLANTATION
The events of the day had changed her greatly. At first, as she came
toward me through the crowd near the gate, holding out a neatly gloved
hand, I could scarcely realise that this well-dressed, soft-voiced lady
was the homeless creature I had consorted with the night before. Her
eyes laughingly challenged mine, while the hours since had given her
back perfect control.
"So you did not even know me," she said pleasantly. "Oh, but you did
not--you were passing by when I spoke. Don't apologize, for really I
take it as the highest compliment. You are wonderfully improved
yourself. If I had ever doubted your claim to having been well born I
would realize the truth now. That is something not easily
counterfeited."
"And something evidently you need never try to counterfeit," I added,
forgetful of our peculiar relations, as I gazed at the arch face under
the broad hat brim. "Pray how did you work such a marvelous
transformation on so small a sum? I had a theory marriage was
expensive."
Her cheeks flamed.
"That depends," she replied; "I had excellent training. The marvel is
even greater than you suppose, for behold this case also filled with
necessities. Is this our train?"
"Yes," and I took up the grip she designated as hers. "Let us get
settled and into the diner, for I am hungry as a wolf."
I had procured opposite sections, and, before retiring, we studied the
papers, together with Vail's letter of instruction, and thus came to a
complete understanding. She was quick-witted, and spoke frankly, and
yet, when I finally lay down in my berth I felt less well acquainted
with her than before. Somehow, in a manner inexplainable, a vague
barrier had arisen between us. I could not trace it to any word or
action on her part, and yet I felt held away as by an invisible hand.
Her very cordiality exhibited a reserve which made me clearly
comprehend that the slightest familiarity would be checked. Evidently
she had determined coolly to carry out the deceit, to act her part to
perfection, because of the reward, and she meant I should comprehend
her exact position. I fell asleep dissatisfied, half believing she was
also playing a part with me, although it was impossible to conceive her
purpose. The conception even came that she was herself an adventuress,
yet I throttled the thought instantly, unwilling to harbor it.
It was at the close of the following afternoon when our train reached
Carrollton. The depot must have been a mile from the town, and very
few people were upon the platform, two drummers and ourselves the only
ones to disembark. The traveling men hastened to the nearest hack,
while I glanced about in search of a conveyance. The only other
vehicle present was a two-seated surrey, driven by a rather
disreputable negro. I approached in some doubt.
"No, sah," he said, grinning. "Dis yere am my own curridge, sah;
tain't nuthin' ter do wid de Henley plantation. I reckon dey done did
n't git no telegram. Dey sure did n't less dey wus oxpectin' one, an'
cum inter town after it. Yes, sah, I know whar de place am all right.
I done worked dar onct. I reckon you 'se Massa Philip Henley, sah;
though you 've sure growd some since I saw you de las' time. I 'se ol'
Pete, sah; I reckon you remembers ol' Pete."
"Of course I do," I returned heartily, encouraged by his words to
believe I would pass muster. "Can you drive us out?"
The negro scratched his head.
"I reckon as how I can, sah, leastwise so far as ther gate. It's going
to be plum dark when we gits dar, an' dis nigger don't fool round dar
none in de dark."
"Why, what's the trouble, Pete?"
"Cause ol' Massa Henley's ghost was hangin' round, sah. I ain't nebber
seen it myself, an' I don't want to, for he was sure bad 'nough alive,
but dar 's niggers what has."
"Oh, pshaw," I laughed, turning toward the silent girl. "We will risk
the ghost if you 'll drive us out. Put in the grips."
"Yes, sah. I reckon this yere am de new missus."
"Yes," and I assisted her into the rear seat. "That's all; now jog
along."
He climbed into his place, but with no special alacrity; but whipped
his team into a swift trot, evidently anxious to complete the trip as
early as possible. I glanced aside at my companion, observing the
paleness of her face.
"Surely you are not afraid of the negro's ghost?" I questioned.
"Oh, no, but the strangeness of it all has got on my nerves. I did not
suppose it would be so hard, and--and I am not so sure now that we
ought to do this."
"But that is foolish," I insisted, a bit angrily. "We talked it all
over, you know, and no harm can be done, except through our discovery.
Don't fail me now."
"Oh, I am not going to fail," indignantly. "The ride will steady my
nerves," she leaned forward whispering, her head inclined toward the
front seat. "Perhaps he can tell us who we shall meet there?"
"Pete," I asked, "who is out there now?"
The negro turned, so I could see the whites of his eyes.
"At de Henley plantation, sah? Why, I reckon de oberseer an' de
housekeeper--both white folks. I done don't know just who dey am fer
shure, cause dey don't stay long no more. I reckon dey can't abide dat
ghost, sah, an' de field han's dey won't stay on de place at all affer
dark."
"The overseer and housekeeper then are newly employed?"
"Dem am de fac's, sah. Deh ain't been dar no time at all, an' I reckon
as how dey won't stay long, though de niggers say de oberseer am a hell
ob a man."
Here was a pleasant situation surely. While the conditions were
favorable enough so far as our purpose was concerned, yet I fervently
wished we had postponed our arrival until daylight. While the negro's
ghost had no terrors for me--indeed, merely afforded amusement--I
realized my companion was not so indifferent. She pressed closer to me
in the narrow seat, her eyes on the dusky shadows. I endeavored to
laugh away her fears, but got little response. The road was a lonely
one, although apparently well traveled, bordered by rail fences and,
deserted-looking fields. Once we passed through a swamp, and skirted
the edge of timber. Then we turned to the right into a branch track,
where low bushes brushed our wheels. By this time it was quite dark,
and Pete was obliged to hold in his horses. There was a quarter moon
in the sky, just enough to give everything a spectral look, with no
human habitation visible, and owls hooting dismally in the distance.
It was uncanny in the extreme, and even I felt the desolation, and
became silent. Pete whistled stoutly, but without enthusiasm,
occasionally turning his head to make sure we were still there. I
could hear her quick breathing, and feel an occasional clutch of her
fingers on my sleeve at some unusual sound. Suddenly the negro pulled
up before a high hedge, and I perceived the white glimmer of a gate
opposite us, the black shadow of trees beyond.
"Here we am, sah," he whispered, glancing about fearful, "an' de good
Lord knows I 'se glad tain't no furder. You just han' me a dollar,
sah, an' den I 'se goin' fur to git out o' dis."
"Is that the house in there?"
"Suah, you ought for to know dat. Tain't changed none, 'cept run down
a bit, far as I know. Here am your grips, sah."
We had no sooner alighted than he wheeled his team, and departed,
whipping the horses into a run. I felt her hand grip my sleeve, and
glanced aside into her face.
"Frightened?" I asked, endeavoring to speak easily. "Don't let that
fellow bother you; surely you do not believe in spooks?"
"No," her voice trembling, "but it is all so desolate. I--I wish we
had waited until daylight."
"Well, frankly, so do I," I responded, "but the thought comes too late.
There is nothing left us but to try the house; we cannot pass the night
out here."
"No, oh, no!"
"Then come on," and I picked up the suit cases. "We will probably be
laughing at ourselves in five minutes. You will have to unlatch the
gate."
It was held in place by a sagging rope, but opened noiselessly, and we
advanced onto a brick walk, so little used as to be half hidden by
weeds growing in the crevices. The moon dimly revealed rank vegetation
on either side, while ahead, beneath the tree shadows, the darkness was
profound. There was no sound, no faintest gleam of light to indicate
the house, and I was compelled to advance cautiously to keep to the
path, which apparently wound about in the form of a letter "S." We
were at the foot of the front steps, the building itself looming black
before us, almost before we realized its nearness. I could perceive
the outlines indistinctly, and the deserted desolation affected me
strangely. Perhaps some of the negro's superstition had got into my
blood, for I felt my heart leap when the girl suddenly sobbed,
clutching me in an agony of fear. Yet the very knowledge of her fright
stiffened my resolution, and I dropped the grips to clasp both her
hands.
"Don't!" I insisted. "I know the place looks leery enough, but Pete
said the overseer and housekeeper were here. Doubtless they are in the
back rooms. Wait here until I go up and rouse them."
"Oh, no; I could not stand it to be left alone."
"All right; here, take my hand, and we 'll go up together."
They were broad wooden steps, leading to a wide porch, the roof
supported by heavy columns. Beyond was the dark bulk of the house,
shapeless in the gloom. We were within a single step of the top when a
man--seemingly a huge figure--suddenly emerged from the shadow of a
column, and confronted us.
"What ther hell," he ejaculated sullenly, "are you doin' here?"
I paused with foot uplifted, too astounded at the apparition to
respond, conscious my companion had shrunk behind.
"Well, speak up!" growled the voice. "What 's wanted?"
It was not in my nature to fear men, and this was evidently a man. I
could feel the warm blood surge back to my heart.
"You surely startled me, friend," I explained. "Are you the overseer?"
"I reckon I am, but what I want to know is, who you are?"
"I?" striving to regain my wits. "Why, I am--am Philip Henley; we--we
have just got in from the North."
"How did you git out yere?"
"A negro drove us from the station--old Pete who worked here once;
maybe you know him?"
The man grunted.
"What become of the nigger?"
"He simply dumped us out at the gate, and drove back as though the
devil was after him. He said the place was haunted."
"And he hit it about right at that, as ye'r' likely to find out afore
mornin'. Is that a woman with you?"
"Yes--may we come in?"
"Oh, I reckon I ain't got no license to turn yer away, if yer mind ter
risk it. Lord knows I 'm willin' 'nough to hav' company. Git yer
duds, an' I 'll light up, so yer kin see a bit."
He disappeared, and I lugged the grips to the top of the steps, where
we waited. Then a faint light streamed out through the open door, a
moment later outlining his figure.
"Come on in," he said, still gruffly. "Yer don't need be afeerd o' me,
mam, and the housekeeper be yere directly."
I confess I entered the dim hall reluctantly, obsessed by some strange
premonition of danger, but Mrs. Bernard clung to me, and the sight of
her white face gave me new courage.