Elias Graves was pastor of one of the largest churches in Ithaca. His
family consisted of his wife, his son Frederick, and his daughter Teola,
a girl of sixteen, and little Babe, the spoiled pet of the family.
Besides a beautiful town rectory, he owned the lake farm and held the
title to the small piece of property upon which Orn Skinner squatted.
That the hut and its filth injured his own magnificent cottage no one
denied.
It was true he only spent ten or twelve weeks of the summer in the lake
house, but every man desired his own. For several years there had been a
continual fight between the pastor and the fisherman--Orn Skinner
answering the minister with the squatter law of the state which gave him
the use of the few feet of ground upon which his shanty stood.
Still the Dominie insisted that some day he would rid his summer home of
the pest and the time had come.
After leaving Tessibel he walked up the long lane leaning on the arm of
his son, sputtering against his enemies.
"The very idea of that malicious brat jumping upon me as she did. She
ought to have a sound whipping."
Frederick shivered slightly. His heart was full of sympathy for the
primitive girl who had so devotedly loved her toad.
"We would be rid of the whole family if we could get that girl away,"
went on his father, "then I could file a request to take what belongs to
me. Hall said only to-night that he would like to see all the squatters
gone. We've decided to make a move."
Frederick tried to make a small complaint, but the minister commanded
him to silence.
"Get rid of them I will, do you hear?" he shouted, "they have no moral
right there whatever the law says. Get rid of them, I will."
When the Dominie reiterated strongly his whole family remained silent,
and this time Frederick dared pass no remark. He wondered if it were not
for just such people as the Skinners that the Christ had suffered. He
felt an incentive rising in his heart to seek guidance from the Book,
for although Frederick Graves greatly reverenced his father he would not
give up his own opinions without a struggle.
"I've got this Skinner just where I want him after all these years,"
hurled forth the minister, as they passed the pear orchard, and then
added:
"But I don't understand how you came to be in the hut."
"I heard the girl crying," replied Frederick curtly.
"I missed you when we left Hall's," explained the Dominie. "Charlie
called me back to ask about the plans for the new church, and if I had
not whistled just when I did, you might have been in that hut still, I
suppose."
Frederick found himself wishing that his father had not whistled, his
mind going back to the girl in the shanty, whom he had left with her
living grief--and her dead.
He saw his sister, Teola, standing on the broad porch waiting for them.
The girl scented something unusual in the angry tones of her father's
voice. She followed Frederick alone into the library which looked out
upon Tessibel's hut.
"What's the matter?"
Frederick shrugged his shoulders impatiently.
"Nothing much."
The brother and sister had grown into a confidential friendship during
the past two years. Teola's face dropped as she heard Frederick's
halting answer.
"I know better," she retorted decidedly. "You have been having words
with father."
"No, not words," replied the boy, "but you see father thinks that no one
can have any ideas but himself. It sort of makes me tired, for sometimes
I know when a thing is right or wrong."
"What was the matter?" insisted Teola once more.
"The Skinners," replied Frederick slowly.
"You mean the squatters?"
"Yes."
"Aren't they alright where they are?" hesitated Teola.
"Skinner killed the gamekeeper to-night, and the girl is alone in the
shanty. Father doesn't seem to realize that they have souls to be saved
as well as the rest of the world."
Teola thought an instant before answering.
"They are so dirty," she said at last.
"That's true," Frederick reflected, "but nevertheless they are human."
"Were you in the hut?"
"Yes, with father."
"Whew! What did he say?"
The question was answered by loud words from the minister talking to
his wife in the dining room.
"I tell you," said his voice, ringing out so that the two listeners
could hear, "those squatters have got to go. I'm not the only one who
thinks that way. If they had the instincts of decency I wouldn't say a
word, but they haven't. I say it's time to make a move."
"You know," continued the minister, "that their hut is in direct line
with our view. There's no buying them off ... I've tried that. Now that
Skinner is arrested it won't be hard to frighten the girl away, for she
can't stay there alone."
"I'm not so sure," mused Mrs. Graves; "those people are not easily
frightened."
"She's afraid of me," shouted the Dominie, "and she will be more so
before I get through with her and her father. If Skinner is hanged, she
shan't stay there."
Later there was a long discussion between the father and son upon the
rights of squatters, which ended in Frederick's going to bed before it
was half finished more disgusted and unhappy than he had ever been
before. He looked out upon the lake. The wind was still rolling the
water into white crested waves, and his eyes could scarcely outline the
small hut under the willow tree. Into the boy's life something had
come--a new something he could not explain, while out of it another
something as hard to define had gone forever.
* * * * *
Two jack rabbits perched on the tracks above the fodder lot of Minister
Graves lifted their long ears and listened. Human steps at this time of
night were out of the ordinary. The dog at Kennedy's farm beyond the
tracks heard them, too, and bayed loudly. Then as they grew more
distinct he bounded toward the fence, capering madly about, to scent the
intruder. It was but a forlorn little figure, but Pete, the brindle
bull, lifting his voice in a pleased howl, crouched close to the fence
as a small hand came through to pet him.
"It air only Tess," said a voice in which tears had gathered. "Ye air
glad to see Tess, ain't ye?... Tess air glad to see ye, too ...
Frederick and Daddy air gone and I must be goin'."
Tessibel placed her face down near the big dog and he shoved out his
long red tongue, touching her with delight. The girl hugged the large
head with an admonishing appeal that Pete must go back to his
kennel--and stepped again to the track--that long, black winding road
which she must travel before reaching her destination.
It was raining again, the water falling in steady drops upon the bare
head. Frequently the girl wiped the water from her face with a torn
calico skirt. Once she sat down and gathered her feet under her wet
dress to stop their stinging pain--and here alone under the dark sky,
Tessibel offered up her first balanced prayer, for had not Frederick
said that God would save Daddy Skinner.
"He do say," and she lifted her eyes upward with a simultaneous wipe at
her face, "that there air a God who'll help my Daddy ... I wants to find
my Daddy ... for a minute ... a little minute ... be it pleasin' to ye,
Goddy?"
Tessibel always put "dy" to Dad to make it more effective--and it was
with the same sweet, serious voice, with which she would have pleaded
with her own father, that she made familiar with the majesty of heaven.
She could make no distinction between Daddy Skinner and Jehovah. Both to
her were the reigning powers of the earth. Daddy she had always known,
but the other--Frederick had said it was good to pray. She rose
stumbling, and at three o'clock in the morning entered the city of
Ithaca, walking up State street drabbled and thoroughly wet. She knew
the streets that led to the city jail, for many a time when selling
greens and berries had she gone steathily to the gray stone building and
examined the barred windows.
She crossed Dewitt park, and passed by the churches which surrounded the
jail. Around and around the ivy-covered stone structure wandered the
rain-soaked, barefooted girl. She could not distinguish one ray of
light at first in any of the windows.... Suddenly she stopped and took a
long breath. Up near the roof line a faint light flickered ... some one
was moving to and fro. Tessibel could distinguish a rounded shadow on
the ceiling of the cell, and tears choked her, as she saw cast upon the
wall the shadowy outline of a large humpbacked form. It was Daddy--Daddy
Skinner, and Tessibel backed from the building, straining her eyes to
get a better view of him. Now the image was in sight, again it
disappeared--Daddy was walking up and down, but he did not come near
enough to the window for her to see his face.
Seven times she counted Daddy's rounded shadow on the wall, and seven
times it faded. The eighth--a grizzled head cast its outline distinctly
across the bars.
"Daddy--aw--Daddy Skinner."
It was only a loving name breathed by a troubled child, but it was
caught in its upward flight by the father's ear above. Tess saw the
pictured humps pause, and as she whispered the name again, Daddy Skinner
came to the iron lattice. She could discern her father plainly through
the rain and held her arms up toward him.
"It air lonely in the shanty, in the ... shanty ... without ye, Daddy,"
she breathed, "and Tessibel ... air sorry ... for all her badness. Come
home, Daddy ... dear, good Daddy ... and Tess--"
She stopped, for a sight strange and unusual fell upon her. Daddy
Skinner was looking down, clinging to the bars mightily, his under lip
shaking, his dark teeth chattering together--the grizzled head making a
sharp picture of misery in the barred window. Emotion in her father was
new to Tess. A little frightened cry fell from her lips and she clutched
hurriedly at the thick creeping ivy which clung to the old gray stone
building.
"I air comin', Daddy Skinner," she cried. "I air comin'."
She followed the main body of the ivy on its upward growth, slipping and
sliding on the wet creeper as she made her perilous ascent. Daddy
Skinner was near the roof and it took Tessibel many torturing minutes to
reach him. He knew she was coming by the continual dragging at the ivy,
but he dared not speak, for the guard walked outside his door in the
hall, and the sound of a voice would bring danger to Tess. Once he
strained his face to the bars--saw her climbing frantically, and the
sight made him dizzy. He could only wait--wait the interminable time
until the red-brown head appeared and the wide eyes stared into his.
Skinner quietly drew his child to the stone sill and placed his fingers
over her lips to enjoin silence. Tess understood and even drew softer
breaths, holding tightly to the beloved hands.
"I comed for kisses on the bill, Daddy," she breathed. "Tess ... air
lonely without ye."
The livid, shaking lips met the quivering mouth through the iron rods. A
long, long kiss, such as Tess had wanted quieted her suffering a little.
It was the same old Daddy whom she was going to save by praying. She had
asked to see him only a minute, and the student's God had granted her
prayer.
She whispered again, shivering and shaking with the cold.
"Did ye kill the gamekeeper, Daddy?"
The gray head shook the answer, "no."
"If ye did ye didn't mean to, did ye?"
The two negative replies made Tessibel's heart bound. It would be easier
for God to help him if he had not committed a crime, and for no instant
did she doubt his word. She kissed him again passionately, clinging to
his lips with all the young growing emotion in her body.
The squatter clung desperately to the body of his child. He could not
let her go, fearing she would fall to the hard stones below, but he knew
that she stood in danger of being discovered and dared not detain her.
"Kin ye get down again?" he whispered.
"Yep, Daddy Skinner, and ye ain't goin' to hang, 'cause some one what
can, air goin' to help ye."
"Who air he?"
"God ... up there!" and Tessibel motioned with her hand toward the dark
sky. "He says as how He helps folks like us ... that a cross was beared
for us ... and I says to Him to-night, and I says every day till ye
come back to the shanty ... that He lets ye free, Daddy.... I asks the
sheriff to-morrow if I can come afternoons to see ye. And, Daddy, I
holds the shanty till ye come home."
He kissed her small pinched face again and again--and took his arms
away. Tess slipped down the creeper and when she reached the ground
called softly:
"I air here, Daddy Skinner."
She saw him pressing against the bars, his lips shaking and his eyes
closely shut as if he were stumblingly offering a prayer for the child
of his fisherman soul.