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at,
but I'm afeerd."
Together the two passed through the gate, and then, leaving her mother
at the log, Sally hastened through the darkness towards the main road,
several hundred yards away. Mrs. Dawson sat down and folded her
hands tightly in her lap and waited. After a few minutes she heard the
heat of a horse's hoofs on the clay road, and when it ceased she knew
her child was demanding and learning her fate. Fifteen minutes passed.
The beat of hoofs was resumed, and soon afterwards Sally Dawson
came slowly through the darkness, her dress dragging over the dewy
grass. She seemed to have forgotten that her mother was waiting for her,
and was about to pass on to the house, when Mrs. Dawson spoke up.
"Heer I am, Sally; what did he say?"
The girl sat down on the log beside her mother. There was a desperate
glare in her eyes that had never been in eyes more youthful. Her lips
were drawn tight, her small hands clinched.
"It's every bit true," she said, under her breath. "He's goin' with Lizzie,
regular. He admitted he had an engagement with her tonight. Mother,
it's all up with me. He's jest tired of me. I don't deserve any pity for
bein' such a fool, but it's awful--awful--awful!"
Mrs. Dawson caught her breath suddenly, so sharp was her own pain,
but she still strove to console her daughter.
"He's railly not wuth thinkin' about, darlin'; do--do try to forget 'im. It
may look like a body never could git over a thing like that, but I reckon
a pusson kin manage to sort o' bear it better, after awhile, than they kin
right at the start. Sally, I'm goin' to tell you a secret. I'd 'a' told you
before this but I 'lowed you was too young to heer the like. It's about
me 'n' yore pa--some'n' you never dreamt could 'a' happened. Mebby it
'll give you courage, fer if a old woman like me kin put up with sech
humiliation, shorely a young one kin. Sally, do you remember, when
you was a leetle, tiny girl, that thar was a Mis' Talley, a tall, slim,
yaller-headed woman, who come out from town to board one summer

over at Hill's? Well, she never had nothin' much to occupy 'er mind
with durin' the day, an' she used to take 'er fancy-work an' set in the
shady holler at the gum spring, whar yore pa went to water his hoss. Of
course, she never keerd a cent fer him, but I reckon to pass the time
away she got to makin' eyes at him. Anyway, it driv' 'im plumb crazy. I
never knowed about it till the summer was mighty nigh over, an' I
wouldn't 'a' diskivered it then if I hadn't 'a' noticed that he had made
powerful little headway ploughin' in the field whar he claimed to be at
work. She wasn't a bad woman. I give 'er credit fer that, an' I reckon
she never talked to 'im many times, an' never thought of him except to
laugh at him after she went back home, but he never quit thinkin' about
her. She had 'er picture printed in a paper along with some other
church-women in town, an' somehow he got a-hold of it an' cut it out.
He used to keep it hid in a ol' Testament, in a holler tree behind the
cow-lot, an' used to slip out an' look at it when he 'lowed he wasn't
watched. Sally, I never once mentioned it to him. I seed what had been
done couldn't be undone, but the Lord on High knows well enough how
I suffered. Sally, maybe it's the Lord's will fer you to lose this feller
now when you are young an' able to fight agin it, so you won't suffer
the awful humiliation at a time o' life when a body ort to be easy. Sally,
are you a-listenin' to me?"
"Yes, mother. I heard every word you said about pa an' the woman. I
heard that, and I heard them frogs down there croaking, too, and the
chickens fluttering on their roosts. I heard his horse still a-trotting.
Mother, he was whistling when he drove up just now--whistling!"
The two stared into each other's eyes for a moment, then the old woman
went on:
"It'll go powerful hard with you now, but you'd better have it over with
when you're young 'an to suffer when you're a weak old woman like me.
Ol' age cayn't stand such things so well. No, I never once mentioned the
woman to yore pa. I knowed it would jest make him resort to lyin', an'
at the bottom he was a good, pious man. He jest