BLAIR CARY SAVES A RIVAL SCHOOL
A new cause of grievance against Mrs. Welch had arisen in the County
in her conduct of her school near the Bend. Colored schools were not a
novelty in the County. Blair Cary had for two years or more taught the
colored school near her home. But Mrs. Welch had made a new departure.
The other school had been talked over and deliberated on until it was
in some sense the outcome of the concert of the neighborhood. Dr. Cary
gave the land and the timber. “Whether it will amount to anything
else, I cannot say; but it will amount to this, sir,” said the Doctor
to General Legaie, “I shall have done the best I could for my old
servants.” And on this, General Legaie, who had been the most violent
opponent of it all, had sent his ox-team to haul the stocks to the
mill. “Not because I believe it will accomplish any good, sir; but
because a gentleman can do no less than sustain other gentlemen who
have assumed obligations.”
Thus Miss Blair’s school was regarded in part as representative of
the old system. When, however, Mrs. Welch started her school, she
consulted no one and asked no assistance—at least, of the county
people. The aid she sought was only from her friends at the North, and
when she received it, she set in, chose her place and built her school,
giving out at the same time that it was to be used for sewing classes,
debating societies, and other public purposes. Thus this school came
to be considered as a foreign institution, conducted on foreign
principles, and in opposition to the school already established by the
neighborhood. Mrs. Welch not only built a much larger and handsomer
structure than any other school-house in that section, but she planted
vines to cover the porch, and introduced a system of prizes and rewards
so far beyond anything heretofore known in the County, that shortly
not only most of the scholars who had attended Blair’s school left,
but those from other schools much farther off began to flock to Mrs.
Welch’s seminary.
The first teacher Mrs. Welch secured to take charge of the institution
was a slender, delicate young woman with deep eyes, thin cheeks, and
a worn face, who by her too assiduous devotion to what she deemed her
duty and an entire disregard of all prudence, soon reduced herself
to such a low condition of health that Dr. Cary, who was called in,
insisted that she should be sent back to her old home. The next
teacher, Miss Slipley, was one who had testimonials high enough to
justify the idea that she was qualified to teach in Tübingen.
She was a young woman of about thirty, with somewhat pronounced views
and a very pronounced manner; her face was plain, but she had a good
figure, of which Mrs. Welch, who herself had a fine figure, thought
she was much too vain, and as her views relating to the conduct of the
school by no means coincided with those of Mrs. Welch, matters were
shortly not as harmonious between the two as they might have been. She
soon began to complain of the discomforts of her situation and her lack
of association. Mrs. Welch deplored this, but thought that Miss Slipley
should find her true reward in the sense of duty performed, and told
her so plainly. This, Miss Slipley said, was well enough when one had
a husband and family to support her, but she had had no idea that she
was to live in a wilderness, where her only associates were negroes,
and where not a man ever spoke to her, except to bow distantly. So
after a little time, she had thrown up her position and gone home, and
shortly afterward had married. This, to Mrs. Welch, explained all her
high airs. Just then Mrs. Welch received a letter from a young woman
she knew, asking her to look out for a position for her. During the war
this applicant had been a nurse in a hospital, where Mrs. Welch had
learned something of her efficiency. So when Miss Slipley left, Mrs.
Welch wrote Miss Bush to come.
“She, at least, will not have Miss Slipley’s very objectionable
drawbacks—for, if I remember aright, Miss Bush has no figure at all,”
said Mrs. Welch. “Heaven save me from women with figures! When an ugly
woman has nothing else, she is always showing her figure or her feet.”
When Miss Bush arrived Mrs. Welch found her impressions verified. She
was a homely little body, yet with kind eyes and a pleasant mouth. She
acceded cheerfully to all Mrs. Welch’s views. She was perfectly willing
to live with the woman at whose house it had been arranged that she
should board; she wished, she said, to live unobtrusively. She was in
deep mourning and wore a heavy veil.
Miss Bush had not been in her position long before Mrs. Welch felt that
at last she had found the very person for the place. She was as quiet
as a mouse, and not afraid of any work whatever. She not only taught,
but wholly effaced herself, and, in fact, proved a perfect treasure.
By the negroes she was called Miss May (a contraction for Mary), which
went abroad as her family name.
Miss May proved to be a strict disciplinarian, and a firm believer in
the somewhat obsolete, but not less wise doctrine, that to spare the
rod is to spoil the child, and as this came to be known, it had the
effect of establishing her in the good esteem of the neighborhood.
Thus, though no one visited her, Miss May received on all hands a
respectful regard. This was suddenly jeopardized at the opening of
the new campaign, by a report that the school-house, in addition to
its purposes as a school-building, was being used as a public hall by
negroes for their Union-league meetings. Leech, whose head-quarters
were now in the city, had come up to take charge of the canvass, and
had boasted that he would make it hot for his opponents—a boast he
appeared likely to make good. He attended the meetings at the new
school-house, and it was reported that he had made a speech in which
he said that the whites owed the negroes everything; that the time had
come for payment, and that matches were only five cents a box, and if
barns were burned they belonged to them. The report of this speech was
carried through the County next day. One night shortly afterward Andy
Stamper’s store was burned to the ground, and this was followed by the
burning of several barns throughout Red Rock and the adjoining counties.
The reappearance of the masked order that had almost disappeared
followed immediately in some places. A meeting was held in Brutusville,
denouncing the outrage of such speeches as those of Leech, at which Dr.
Cary presided, and Steve Allen and General Legaie, Jacquelin Gray and
Captain McRaffle spoke, but there was no reappearance in this County of
the masked men. McRaffle denounced the patrons and teacher of the new
school with so much heat that Steve Allen declared he was as incendiary
as Leech.
McRaffle sneered that Steve appeared to have become very suddenly a
champion of the carpet-bagger, Welch; and Steve retorted that at least
he did not try to borrow from people and then vilify them, but that
Captain McRaffle could find another cause to quarrel with him if he
wished it. For a long time there had been bad blood between Steve and
McRaffle. Among other causes was McRaffle’s evil influence over Rupert.
Rupert Gray had been growing of late more and more independent,
associating with McRaffle and a number of the wildest fellows in the
County, and showing a tendency to recklessness which had caused all
his friends much concern. Jacquelin tried to counsel and control him,
but the boy was wayward and heedless. Rupert thought it was hard that
he was to be under direction at an age when Jacquelin had already won
laurels as a soldier.
When his brother took him to task for going off with some of the wilder
young men in their escapades, Rupert only laughed at him.
“Why, Jack, it’s you I am emulating. As Cousin John Cary would say,
‘The trophies of Miltiades will not let me sleep.’” And when Captain
Allen tried to counsel him seriously, he floored that gentleman by
saying that he had learned both to drink and to play poker from him. He
was, however, devoted to Blair, and she appeared to have much influence
with him; so Steve and Jacquelin tried to keep him with her as much as
possible.
One evening shortly after the public meeting at which Steve and
McRaffle had had their quarrel, Rupert appeared to be somewhat
restless. Blair had learned the signs and knew that in such cases it
was likely to be due to Rupert’s having heard that some mischief was
on foot, and she used to devise all sorts of schemes to keep the boy
occupied. She soon discovered now what was the matter. Rupert had heard
a rumor that a movement was about to be directed against Miss May’s
school. None of the men he was intimate with knew much about it. It
was only a rumor. Steve and Jacquelin were both away from the County
attending Court in another county. Blair was much disturbed.
“Why, they are going to do it on your account,” said Rupert. “They say
this school was started to break up your school.”
“Nonsense! Do they think that’s the way to help me? The teacher is a
woman,” urged Blair. Rupert’s countenance fell.
“They aren’t going to trouble her—are just going to scare the negroes
so there won’t be any more meetings held there. Some say she’s kin to
Leech—or something.”
“She is nothing of the kind,” asserted Blair. “Ruth Welch told me she
had never seen Mr. Leech, and declined positively to see him. When is
it to be?”
“To-night.”
Blair lamented the absence of Jacquelin and Steve. If they were but at
home they would, she knew, prevent this outrage.
“Oh! Jacquelin and Steve! They are nothing but old fogies,” laughed
Rupert. “McRaffle, he’s the man!” With a toss of his head he broke into
a snatch of Bonny Dundee.
Blair watched him gravely for a moment.
“Rupert,” she said, “Captain McRaffle is nothing but a gambler and an
adventurer. He is not worthy to be named in the same breath with—with
Steve and—your brother any more than he is to be named with my father.
This is the proof of it, that he is going to try to interfere with a
woman. Why does he not go after Colonel Leech, who made the speech
there?” Rupert’s face grew grave. Blair pressed her advantage.
“He is a coward; for he would never dare to undertake such a thing
if your brother and Steve were at home. He takes advantage of their
absence to do this, when he knows that Miss May has no defender.”
Rupert’s eye flashed.
“By George! I never thought of that,” he burst out. “She has got a
defender. I’ll go there and stand guard myself. You needn’t have any
fear, Blair, if I’m there.” He hitched his coat around in such a way as
to display the butt of a huge pistol. Blair could not help smiling. But
this was not what she wanted. She was afraid to send Rupert to guard
the place. He had not judgment enough. If what the boy had heard were
true, something might happen to him if he went there. She knew that he
would defend it with his life; but she was afraid of the consequences.
So she set to work to put Rupert on another tack. She wanted him to
go down to the county seat and learn what he could of the plans, and
try to keep the men from coming at all. This scheme was by no means
as agreeable to Rupert as the other, but he finally yielded, and set
out. Blair watched him ride away through the orchard, the evening
light falling softly around him as he cantered off. She sat still
for a little while thinking. Suddenly she rose, and going into the
house found her mother and held a short consultation with her. A few
moments later she came out with her hat on, and disappeared among the
apple-trees, walking rapidly in the same direction Rupert had taken.
Her last act as she left the house was to call softly to her mother:
“When Rupert comes back send him after me. I will wait for him at Mr.
Stamper’s.”
It had occurred to her that Andy Stamper would do what she was afraid
to have a rash boy like Rupert attempt. Andy hated Leech, to whom he
charged the burning of his store; but he was devoted to Miss Welch. And
he had told Blair of seeing Miss May once pull down her veil to keep
from looking at Leech.
When, however, Blair arrived at the Stampers’s Mr. Stamper was absent.
But she found an heroic enough ally in his representative, Mrs. Delia,
to make up for all other deficiencies. The idea of the possibility of
an injury to one of her sex fired that vigorous soul with a flame not
to be quenched.
“I jest wish my Andy was here,” she lamented. “He’d soon straighten ’em
out. Not as I cares, Miss Blair, about the school, or the teacher,”
she said, with careful limitation; “for I don’t like none of ’em, and
I’d be glad if they’d all go back where they come from. The old school
was good enough for me, and them as can’t find enough in white folks
to work on, outdoes me. But—a man as can’t git a man to have a fuss
with and has to go after a woman, Delia Stamper jist wants to git hold
of him. I never did like that Cap’n McRaffler, anyhow. He owes Andy a
hundred and twenty-nine dollars, and if I hadn’t stopt Andy from givin’
him things—that’s what I call it—jest _givin’_ ’em to him—sellin’
on credit, he’d a owed us five hundred. He knows better th’n to fool
with me.” She gave a belligerent shake of her head. “I’ll tell you
what, Miss Blair,” she suddenly broke out. “Our men folks are all away.
If they are comin’ after women, let’s give ’em some women to meet as
know how to deal with ’em. I wants to meet Captain McRaffler, anyhow.”
Another shake of the head was given, this time up and down, and her
black eyes began to sparkle. Blair looked at her with new satisfaction.
“That is what I wish. That is why I came,” she said. “Can you leave
your children?”
“They are all right,” said Mrs. Stamper, with kindling eyes. “I ain’t
been on such an expedition not since the war. I’ll leave word for Andy
to come as soon as he gits home.”
As they sallied forth, Mrs. Stamper put into her pocket a big pistol
and her knitting. “One gives me courage to take the other,” she said.
It was a mile or two through the woods to the school-house, and the
novel guards arrived at their post none too soon. As they emerged from
the woods into the little clearing on one side of which stood the
church and on the other the new school-house, the waning moon was just
rising above the tree-tops, casting a ghostly light through the trees
and deepening the shadows. The school-house was considerably larger
than any other in the neighborhood, and over one end of the porch Miss
May had trained a Virginia creeper. The two guards took their seats in
the shadow of the vine. They were both somewhat awed by the situation,
but from different causes. Blair’s feeling was due to the strangeness
of her situation out there, surrounded by dark woods filled with the
cries of night insects and the mournful call of the whip-poor-will.
Mrs. Stamper confessed that the graves amid the weeds around the church
were what disquieted her. For she boasted that she “was not afeared of
that man living.” But she admitted mournfully, “I am certainly afeared
of ghosts.”
The two sentinels had but a short time to wait. They had not been
there long before the tramp of horses was heard, and in a little while
from the woods opposite them emerged a cavalcade of, perhaps, a dozen
horsemen. Mrs. Stamper clutched Blair with a grip of terror, for men
and horses were heavily shrouded and looked ghostly enough. Blair was
trembling, but not from fear, only from excitement. The presence of the
enemy suddenly strung her up, and she put her hand on her companion
encouragingly. Just then one of the men burst into a loud laugh. Mrs.
Delia’s grip relaxed.
“I know that laugh,” she said, with a sigh of deep relief. “Jest let
him ride up here and try some of his shenanigan!” She began to pull at
her pistol, but Blair seized her.
“For heaven’s sake, don’t,” she whispered; and Mrs. Stamper let the
pistol go, and they squeezed back into the shadow. Just then the men
rode up to the school-house door. They were discussing what they should
do. “Burn the house down,” declared the leader. “Drive the old hag
away.” But this met with fierce opposition.
“I didn’t come out here to burn any house down,” said one of the men,
“and I’m not going to do it. You can put your notice up and come along.”
“Ah! you’re afraid,” sneered the other.
There was a movement among the horsemen, and the man so charged rode up
to the head of the column and pulled his horse in front of the leader.
There was a gleam of steel in the light of the moon.
“Take that back, or I’ll make you prove it,” he said, angrily. “Ride
out there and draw your pistol; we’ll let Jim here give the word, and
we’ll see who’s afraid.”
Their companions crowded around them to make peace. The leader
apologized. The sentiment of the crowd was evidently against him.
“Now get down and fix up your notice to Leech, and let’s be going,”
said one of the peacemakers.
The leader dismounted and started up to the door. As he did so, one of
the two young women stepped forward.
[Illustration: SHE GAVE A STEP FORWARD AND WITH A QUICK MOVEMENT PULLED
THE MASK FROM HIS FACE.]
“What do you want?” asked Mrs. Stamper. The man positively staggered
from surprise, and a murmur of astonishment broke from the horsemen.
Mrs. Stamper did not give them time to recover. With true soldierly
instinct she pressed her advantage. “I know what you want,” she said,
with scorn. “You want to scare a poor woman who ain’t got anybody to
defend her. You ain’t so much against niggers and carpet-baggers as you
make out. I know you.”
“You know nothing of the kind,” growled the man, angrily, in a deep
voice. He had recovered himself. “What business have you here? Go home,
wherever that may be, and leave the Invisible Empire to execute its
dread decrees.”
“Dread fiddlesticks!” exclaimed Mrs. Stamper. “I don’t know you, don’t
I?” She gave a step forward and, with a quick movement, caught and
pulled the mask from his face. “I don’t know you, Captain McRaffle?
And you don’t know me, do you?” With an oath the man made a grab for
his mask, and, snatching it from her, hastily replaced it. She laughed
triumphantly. “No, I didn’t know you, Captain McRaffle. I’ve got cause
to know you. And you ought to be ashamed of yourself coming out here
to harm a poor woman. So ought all of you; and you are, I know, every
mother’s son of you. If you want to do anything, why don’t you do it to
men, and openly, like Andy Stamper and Capt’n Allen?”
“It hasn’t been so long since they were in the order,” sneered McRaffle.
“Yes, and, when they were, there were gentlemen in it,” fired back Mrs.
Stamper; “and they went after men, not women.”
“We didn’t come to trouble any woman; we came to give notice that no
more night-meetings and speeches about burning houses were to be held
here,” growled McRaffle.
“Yes; so you set an example by wanting to burn down houses yourself?
That’s the way you wanted to give notice, if it hadn’t been for those
gentlemen there.”
“She’s too much for you, Captain,” laughed his comrades.
“We’re trying to help out our own people, and to keep the
carpet-baggers from breaking up Miss Cary’s school,” said McRaffle,
trying to defend himself.
“No doubt Miss Cary will be much obliged to you.”
“No doubt she will. I have good reason to know she will,” affirmed
McRaffle; “and you’ll do well not to be interfering with our work.”
There was a movement in the corner behind Mrs. Stamper.
“Ah! Well, I’ll let her thank you in person,” said Mrs. Stamper,
falling back with a low bow, as Miss Cary herself advanced from the
shadow. The astonishment of the men was not less than it had been when
Mrs. Stamper first confronted them.
Blair spoke in a clear, quiet voice that at once enforced attention.
She disclaimed indignantly the charge that had just been made by the
leader, and seconded all that Mrs. Stamper had said. Her friends, if
she had any in the party, could not, she declared, do her a worse
service than to interfere with this school. She knew that its patrons
had reprobated the advantage that had been taken of their action in
allowing the building to be used as a public hall.
When she was through, several of the riders asked leave to accompany
her and Mrs. Stamper home, assuring her that the school-house would not
be interfered with.
This offer, however, they declined. They were “not afraid,” they said.
“We don’t think you need tell us that,” laughed several of the men.
Just then there was the sound of horses galloping at top speed, and in
a second Rupert Gray and Andy Stamper dashed up breathless.
Mrs. Stamper and Miss Cary explained the situation. Hearing from Mrs.
Stamper what McRaffle had said about Blair, Rupert flashed out that he
would settle with Captain McRaffle about it later.
For a moment or two it looked as if there might be a serious
misunderstanding. But Blair, seconded by the men who had offered
to conduct them home and by Mrs. Stamper, quieted matters; and the
cavalcade of masked men rode away in one direction, whilst Andy
and Rupert rode off in the other with the two young women behind
them, leaving the little school-house as peaceful in the moonlight
as if there had never been a sound except the cicalas’ cry and the
whip-poor-wills call within a hundred miles.
The incident had some far-reaching consequences. Only a day or two
later Captain McRaffle went to town; and a short time after there
was quite a sensation in the county over a notice in Leech’s organ,
announcing that Colonel McRaffle, long disgusted with the brutal
methods of the outlaws who disgraced the State, had severed his
connection with the party that employed such methods; that, indeed,
he had long since done so, but had refrained from making public
his decision in order that he might obtain information as to the
organization, and thus render his country higher service than he could
otherwise do.
The next issue of the paper announced the appointment of “the able
counsellor, Colonel McRaffle,” to the office of Commissioner of the
Court, in which position, it stated, his experience and skill would
prove of inestimable benefit to the country!
It was, perhaps, well for the new commissioner that his office was in
the city.