_Working and Waiting._
Tiara had gone home from her painful interview with Mrs. Ellwood, and
sought the seclusion of her room for the purpose of trying to think out
a course of action. She was able, she felt, to make all things plain to
Ensal, but in order to do this it would be necessary to make
disclosures, which, if given publicity, would very materially affect the
welfare of others. She felt that Ensal would sacredly guard her
revelations, but her disclosures would be of little service to him if he
could not use them to protect himself in case the charge against her
became public.
Not desiring to put him in a possibly embarrassing position, Tiara
concluded to bear her sorrow until such a time as she would be free to
defend herself openly, if such a course became necessary. As to when she
would be in a position to do this, Tiara was utterly unable to tell and,
to add to the horror of the situation, there was absolutely nothing that
she could do to advance her interests. Chance, blind chance, so far as
she could see, had her fate in hand, and to all the pleadings of her
heart as to what was to become of her, no answer came.
The time came for Ensal to depart, and the lips of Tiara were yet sealed
by circumstances and did not utter the word that would have set all
matters right with her, but wofully wrong with some others, perhaps. It
soon became evident to Tiara that she could not stand the strain of a
life of hopeless brooding and Ensal had not long been out of America
before she began to cast around for a line of endeavor.
Before leaving America, Ensal had published the address which he had
prepared in his contest with Earl, and Tiara chose as her mission the
placing of a copy thereof in every American home, feeling that it would
draw to conditions in the South a greater degree of interest on the part
of the nation as a whole.
Not only did Tiara thus appeal to outside influences for an amelioration
of conditions, but she also addressed herself to matters that depended
upon forces operating within the race. She looked upon the dead line in
the business world as being as baneful as that in the political world.
This spirit of caste in the upper grades of employment in the South
forbade Negroes from working side by side with the whites. She felt that
the most practicable manner of banishing this dead line was for Negroes
to combine their capital and launch enterprises that would make it
possible for their people to rise in keeping with the claims of merit,
unhampered by the fact of their color. She felt that the infusion of
hope in the industrial world, the breaking of the bands that hopelessly
chained the Negroes to the lower forms of labor was a question of far
reaching consequence, and in every way possible she brought the question
home to the hearts of the people.
To do this work the more successfully, Tiara took the lecture platform
and traveled from city to city, pleading her cause. She also took an
active interest in the question of local option, seeking to suppress the
liquor traffic wherever local sentiment could be educated to the point
that made such a course possible. This work of temperance brought her
very often before audiences in which there were white people and
Negroes, and sometimes she spoke to audiences in which there were white
people only.
It may be said with truth that Tiara was deeply concerned in all these
matters and sometimes felt that it was perhaps destiny's way of forcing
her out of a reserve that had hitherto denied the world the
benefit of some of her powers. But while her heart was in this work, it
must also be confessed that she never faced an audience but that her
beautiful eyes surveyed it with eagerness, ever in search of some one
woman face.
Her correspondence grew to be very large, and each batch of letters,
before being opened, was looked over hurriedly in the hope of finding a
certain woman's handwriting. A close student of countenances could have
discerned over and over the signs of disappointment that her weary heart
would often register upon her beautiful face. Days and months and then
years dragged their way slowly along.
At last one day Tiara's patient waiting seemed about to be rewarded. An
exclamation of joy, a happy little laugh, a beautiful face that told of
a weary heart at last made glad, indicated that the letter which Tiara
had long hoped for had come.
Tiara took the next train for Goldsboro, Mississippi, a small town in
the interior of the state. It was not until the next morning that her
train pulled up to her stopping place.
"Can you tell me where the Hon. Q. A. Johnson lives?"
"To be shuah, ma'am," said the Negro lad to whom Tiara had spoken. "Ef
you'll git right in heah, you'll be dah befoh yer know it, ma'am," said
he giving a Chesterfieldian bow.
As Tiara took the back seat of the double seated buggy, a young Negro
man clambered upon the front seat by the side of the driver whom Tiara
had accosted. He had a somewhat intelligent looking face and was
evidently accustomed to good society, although his clothes on this
occasion were ragged and dirty. This Negro had been on the train with
Tiara since leaving Almaville, but she had been so absorbed in the
object of her mission that she was oblivious to all that was passing
around her.
"Whar you gwine?" asked the driver of his Negro companion.
"Scuse me, but beins you don't seem to be over prosp'rous, I specks you
had kinder bettah pay in advance," said the driver, with a diplomatic
smile that said, "Now, don't get mad. This is a business matter."
Without a word the stranger pulled out a bill and handed it to the
driver, who took out his fare.
Tiara reached the Johnson residence, which was a large building, built
on the colonial style and surrounded by as fine a set of trees as one
could wish to see. Tiara went around to the kitchen and was taken into
the dining room by the Negro woman cook.
"You will please withdraw as I desire to be alone when I meet Mrs.
Johnson," said Tiara to the cook, with a pleasant smile.
Mrs. Johnson pulled aside the sliding door leading into the dining room
and, catching sight of Tiara, uttered a scream of joyous surprise and
rushed into her arms. Tiara gently disentangled herself in order to
close the door which Mrs. Johnson had left open. Sitting down by Mrs.
Johnson's side, Tiara took hold of her hand and talked in low, earnest
tones for a few moments, watching her countenance the while.
"No, no, no, I could not think of that for a moment. No, no, no," said
Mrs. Johnson, and in her heart there grew a great coldness toward Tiara
for even suggesting such a thing.
As for Tiara her hopes fell to the ground, and with despair written upon
every feature she arose to go. The two went to the back door through
which Tiara had entered, Mrs. Johnson in an excited manner saying over
and over again: "O no, no! Such a thing is not to be thought of for a
moment!" words that pierced Tiara like a dagger each time they were
uttered.
Sitting on a bench in the back yard waiting, as he said, for an
opportunity to ask Mrs. Johnson for a job, sat the Negro who had ridden
on the train with Tiara and had come to the Johnson residence as she
came. Mrs. Johnson looked at him, felt herself grow weak, and swooned
away. The Negro had looked scrutinizingly at Mrs. Johnson, and now arose
hurriedly, evidently satisfied with his inspection. When Mrs. Johnson
recovered consciousness, she asked wildly,
"Where is he? The Negro, where is he? Ah, he will----"
Mr. Johnson, who had been summoned from the library to assist in caring
for his wife, placed his hand over her mouth and prevented her from
talking further.
Tiara, who had become somewhat dazed by Mrs. Johnson's treatment, had
not stopped to help care for the swooning woman, but had walked away as
one in a trance. How she made her way back to Almaville, she never
knew.