MASON ROGERS' DIPLOMACY
Ever since Stone's memorable sermon in June of the preceding year,
Deacon Gilcrest, who really believed that the young minister was
subverting the truth and teaching dangerous heresies, had urged that
the synod investigate the matter, and that until such investigation
should be made, Stone should not be allowed to occupy the pulpit at
Cane Ridge. But the majority of the members were convinced of the truth
of Stone's teachings, and had, moreover, too warm a regard for their
minister to permit them to listen to Gilcrest.
These were bitter days for the old man. In the main just and
kindhearted, despite all his narrowness and vindictiveness, it was no
small element of his trouble that his brethren with whom until now his
opinions had been highly esteemed and his influence paramount, should
pay no attention to his views. Especially did he sorrow because of
Mason Rogers. The intense regard which these two men, so contrasted in
culture and worldly position, had always felt for each other, was both
strong and pathetic. More in sorrow than in anger had Gilcrest argued,
reasoned and pleaded to bring Rogers to his own way of thinking. Rogers
did not attempt to combat any of Gilcrest's arguments, and rarely
protested against anything he said, except when he attacked his own
beloved minister personally. Each valued the other too highly to lose
self-control in these talks, both seeming determined that no matter
what their differences of opinion with respect to church and minister,
they themselves would live in neighborly harmony. But what neither
minister nor religious difference could effect was presently brought
about by the schoolmaster.
Abner, knowing the long friendship between Gilcrest and Rogers, and not
wishing to be the means of causing a rupture, for some time told his
kind host nothing of Gilcrest's altered demeanor toward himself. But
after the encounter at the stile-block he informed Rogers of his
engagement to Betsy and of her father's opposition and bitter enmity.
Rogers accordingly went to Oaklands.
Several days had elapsed since Abner had been so grossly insulted.
Gilcrest had had time for reflection and for realizing that he had said
many things in that stormy interview which good feeling and prudence
should have forbidden. He was at heart a gentleman, and since his
passion had cooled he bitterly reproached himself for his brutal taunt
in regard to Abner's probable illegitimacy; for Gilcrest was sure the
poor boy was entirely ignorant on this point. Gilcrest also acquitted
him of being knowingly a party to any fraud in claiming to be heir to
the Hite estate. The Major likewise reproached himself for lack of
caution; for until he and Drane had made full investigation into Mary
Page's history, it behooved them to be absolutely silent concerning
Mrs. Gilcrest's claim. Moreover, it was essential that for the present
his suspicions of Abner's connection with political plots should not be
revealed. So now that Mason Rogers was here, eager to set matters right
between Betsy's father and her lover, Gilcrest was in a quandary. He
refused to give his reasons for opposing Abner's suit; but he hinted
darkly of nefarious schemes and dangerous, even treasonable, plots in
which the young man was implicated.
"I nevah hearn tell uv sich an outrageous thing in my borned days,"
exclaimed Rogers, "I thought too high uv you, Hiram, to believe you'd
listen to whispers an' insinerations ag'in sich a man as Abner."
"But, Mason, I tell you I have not heeded mere whispers and
insinuations; I have clear proof, proof, man, for what I hold against
this schoolmaster."
"Then, fur the sake uv common jestice, out with yer proofs!"
"I can not, Mason; I am pledged to silence; moreover, it would be
dangerous to the peace of the commonwealth, and frustrate the ends of
justice, to reveal anything now. I had intended to let no hint of my
suspicions reach him, but when he presented himself as a suitor for my
girl, and would demand my reasons for refusing him, and was altogether
high-headed and arrogant and impudent, I was carried away by
indignation, and hinted that I had knowledge of his intriguing
schemes."
"High-headed he may be," said Rogers, "an' who hez a bettah right, I'd
like to know? But arregent an' imperdent he ain't; an' not even you,
Hiram, shell call him so to my face, 'thout me denyin' it."
"Mark what I tell you, my friend," interrupted Gilcrest; "I could with
truth say even harder things of that young man. He has hoodwinked you
finely, but the time is not far distant when you yourself will say that
I am right."
"The time won't nevah come," said Rogers with homely dignity, "when I
shell hev cause to think anything but good uv that deah boy. He's eat
o' my bread an' sot et my h'arth fur three year come nex' October, an'
he's lak my own son."
"Ah! he's deceived you grandly," retorted Gilcrest with a sneer, losing
all patience. "I tell you he's a political schemer and traitor, and if
he ever dares show his face on my premises again, I'll have him
flogged."
"Yes, Hiram Gilcrest, I am deceived," Rogers answered slowly, but with
rising anger, "an' it's in you, not him. I've stood a heap frum you
lately. I've held my lip while you've been dissercratin' religion, an'
tryin' to turn ole Cane Redge chu'ch upside down, inside out, an' wrong
eend foremos'; but, blame yer hide! I won't stand ev'rything, an' I
draw the line et yo' abusin' Abner Dudley."
"Why, Mason, old friend----" began Gilcrest.
"Don' you 'Mason' an' 'ole friend' me, Hiram Gilcrest! I'm done with
you. Ef Abner hain't good 'nough to set foot on yo' place, you hain't
good 'nough to set foot on mine; an', by glory, ef you evah do, I'll
sick the dogs on you. You need hoss-whippin' to fetch you to yo'
senses. You've got so et up with proud flesh an' malice, kaze you can't
be high cock-o'-the-walk in Cane Redge chu'ch, thet you're gittin'
rabid ez a mad dog."
"Not even from you, Mason Rogers, will I stand such words," exclaimed
Gilcrest, furiously.
"Then, don't stand 'em!" retorted Rogers. "Set down on 'em, or lay on
'em, or roll ovah on 'em--jes' ez you please! I'm done with you," and,
without once looking back, he strode wrathfully out of the house.
He was in a towering rage as he rode homeward, but, before reaching his
own gate, he had cooled down sufficiently to plan what he should and
should not say at home about his visit to Oaklands.
"'Twon't do to tell Abner whut thet ole sea skunk hinted 'bout plots
an' treasons. Hiram'd be tortured by Injuns befoh he'd tell out plain
whut he'd promised to keep secret; an' ef Abner knowed he'd hinted et
sich damnation things ag'in him, he'd t'ar up the airth to mek him
tell; fur Ab in his own way's ez stubbo'n an' sot ez the ole Scratch
hisse'f. With the two uv 'em to manidge, I'm betwixt tommyhock an'
buzzard, so to speak, an' I won't hev a minit's peace tell I wollop 'em
both, an' mek 'em behave therse'ves. So I reckon I'll hafto talk in
kindah gen'ral terms, or in par'bles, ez Brothah Stone would say, when
Abner axes me 'bout my intahview with Hiram."
The opportunity for Rogers' diplomatic use of "par'bles" came that
evening. "The angel Gabriel hisse'f couldn't mek heads or tails o' whut
Hiram means," he said in answer to a question from Abner. "He don't
know hisse'f whut he means. He's bittah an' sore ag'in ev'rything an'
ev'rybody whut hain't ready to fall on Brothah Stone, an' eat him ha'r
an' hide. You teched him up fust on thet p'int; then while he's still
kindah riled with you--fur it teks him a long time to fergit a man's
darin' to sot up opinions 'ginst his'n--up you prances ag'in 'bout
Betsy. No, you didn't beg him sortah bashful an' meechin' lak--I know
you so well, Ab--but you jes' demands his gal's hand in marridge. This
riles him still futhah. Then, instid o' bein' meek an' lowly, an'
smoothin' him down, an' axin' him to please be so kind ez to reconsidah
the mattah, you puts on yo' I'm-ez-good-ez-you-an'-a-blamed-sight-bettah
air, an' axes him to explain his conduc'."
"But indeed, Mr. Rogers, I was both respectful and deferential to Major
Gilcrest."
"Oh, yes, ez meek ez Moses, I s'pose you think yo'se'f," ejaculated
Mason, with a shrewd smile.
"I don't know exactly how meek Moses really was when he was courting
Jethro's daughter," Abner began.
"Oh, go to thundah with yo' Moses an' yo' Jethro's daughtah!" laughed
Mason, impatiently. "Mayby you thought you wuz meek an' differential;
but don't I know you? Then, thah's anothah p'int," he added after a
pause. "Thah's thet sneakin' fellah, Drane. Buttah won't melt in his
mouth, an' maple syrup hain't ez sweet ez his ways. He's rich an' fine
ez a fiddle, too, an' is all respect an' 'umbleness with ole Hi, who
thinks jes' kaze the daddy, ole Anson Drane, wuz a honest man, thet the
son is natchelly obleeged to be honest too. But with all this drawin'
uv the wool ovah ole Hiram's eyes, Jeemes hain't succeedin' egzactly
with the gal, an' he's cute 'nough to see whah the hitch is; so he uses
his influence with her pap to belittle an' backbite the one she does
favor. Mark my words, thet slick-tongued lawyer is et the bottom uv a
lot o' this devilment."
"I never did thoroughly trust that fellow," exclaimed Abner, "but I've
no proof against him; so what can be done?"
"No, you hain't no proof," returned Rogers, thoughtfully, "and mayby we
mistrust him wrongful. So, fur the present," he added with quaint
humor, "whut you got to do is to jes' fire low an' save yo' waddin'.
'Sides, ef Betsy loves you, an' you're both patient, things is bound to
come out right in the eend."
"As for patience," Abner rejoined, "just think how long I've waited
already. This state of things must not go on much longer, for Betty's
sake as well as for mine."
"See here, my boy," said Rogers, quickly, a new gentleness in look and
tone, "you hain't thought uv this thing in all its bearin's."
"Yes, I have. I've thought of nothing else for months," Abner responded
gloomily.
"No, thah's one p'int you've ovahlooked," pursued the older man. "It's
how ole Hiram will treat her, ef you an' her persists in goin' ag'in
him; an' ef you love Betsy strong an' tendah, you'll hafto begin to
think on it. Why, boy, that's the only way to spell love--to kiver self
out o' sight, an' think only uv the peace an' well-bein' uv the gal
whut hez given her heart intah yer keepin'. Hiram's a kind fathah
usually, an' thet gal o' his'n is lak his very eyeballs to him; but
thet very love an' pride he hez fur her will mek him more ovahbearin'
an' obstrep'rous, ef she persists in open disregawd o' his wishes an'
commands; an' thah's no tellin' how mean he might git. He might even
lock her up."
"If I thought that----" cried Abner. "But he's not so much of a villain
as that, for all his dictatorialness and his insulting treatment of
me."
"But he hain't in his senses jes' now, I tell you," replied Rogers,
judicially. "Thah's no tellin' how much uv a brute he may act, an' it's
her we should be thinkin' uv."
"By heaven," Abner exclaimed, starting up, "if I thought he'd ever
mistreat Betty, I'd----"
"You'd whut?"
"I'd run away with her," he answered, facing Rogers as he spoke. "If a
father abuses his authority, he no longer merits consideration on the
ground of his fatherhood."
"Well, my boy," said Rogers, kindly, "I advise patience an' prudence;
but ef the wust comes to the wust, an' he begins to act mean to the
gal, you'll do right to tek her away. I'll holp you all I kin;
leastways, I'll wink et whut you do. Betsy's too fine a gal--bless her
sweet face--to be made onhappy jes' bekaze her ole daddy's et up with
spitefulness ag'in you an Parson Stone."
Rogers, knowing his wife's old feeling against the Gilcrests--a feeling
compounded of envy on account of the superior social position of the
family at Oaklands, jealousy on account of the friendship between her
husband and Hiram Gilcrest, and resentment against Gilcrest's treatment
of Stone--did not give her an account of his encounter with Gilcrest,
but merely told her that Betsy and Abner loved each other, that her
father did not favor the match, and that he had forbidden Betsy to have
anything more to say to the young man.
"Reckon Hirum an' Jane expaict a dukedom or a king ter marry ther gal,"
remarked Mrs. Rogers, scornfully. "Abner not good 'nough! He's wuth the
whole kit an' bilin' o' Gilcrests an' Temples; an' ef Betsy lets 'em
threaten an' coax or skeer her inteh breakin' her word to him, she
hain't the gal I tek her to be. But, pore thing! she must be havin' a
hard time. An' who'd 'a' thought uv them two a-lovin' each othah lak
thet? Come to think on it, though, it's a wondah I hain't suspicioned
'em foh this; but, la! they're both so young. Abner hain't more'n
twenty-four or twenty-five, an' Betsy hain't but two yeah oldah'n our
Cissy."
"You furgit, Cynthy Ann, thet Betsy's ez old or oldah then you wuz when
you fust begun to mek eyes et me," observed Mason, with a droll smile.
"La, now, I wouldn't wondah ef Cissy didn't know all about Abner an'
Betsy right 'long; her'n' Betsy wuz allus so thick," commented Mrs.
Rogers, ignoring her husband's remark.