The negress shook her turbaned head."Not much, honey! When Miss Sally say she goes--she done gone, shuah!""But, Sophy!" Perhaps something in the significant face of the girl tempted him; perhaps it was only an impulse of his forgotten youth."Sophy!" appealingly--"tell me!--is Miss Sally engaged to her cousin?""Wat dat?" said Sophy in indignant scorn."Miss Sally engaged to dat Dumont! What fo'? Yo' 're crazy! No!""Nor Champney? Tell me, Sophy, has she a LOVER?"For a moment the whites of Sophy's eyes were uplifted in speechless scorn."Yo' ask dat! Yo' lyin' dar wid dat snake-bit arm! Yo'
lyin' dar, and Miss Sally--who has only to whistle to call de fust quality in de State raoun her--coming and going here wid you, and trotting on yo'r arrants--and yo' ask dat! Yes! she has a lover, and what's me', she CAN'T HELP IT; and yo' 're her lover; and what's me', YO' can't help it either! And yo' can't back out of it now--bo'fe of yo'--nebber! Fo' yo' 're hers, and she's yo'rs--fo'
ebber.For she sucked yo' blood."
"What!" gasped Courtland, aghast at what he believed to be the sudden insanity of the negress.
"Yes! Whar's yo'r eyes? whar's yo'r years? who's yo' dat yo'
didn't see nor heah nuffin? When dey dragged yo' outer de swamp dat night--wid de snake-bite freshen yo'r arm--didn't SHE, dat poh chile!--dat same Miss Sally--frow herself down on yo', and put dat baby mouf of hers to de wound and suck out de pizen and sabe de life ob yo' at de risk ob her own? Say? And if dey's any troof in Hoodoo, don't dat make yo' one blood and one soul! Go way, white man! I'm sick of yo'.Stop dar! Lie down dar! Hol' on, co'nnle, for massy's sake.Well, dar--I'll call her back!"And she did!
"Look here--don't you know--it rather took me by surprise," said Champney, a few days later, with a hearty grip of the colonel's uninjured hand; "but I don't bear malice, old fellow, and, by Jove!
it was SUCH a sensible, all-round, business-like choice for the girl to make that no wonder we never thought of it before.Hang it all, you see a fellow was always so certain it would be something out of the way and detrimental, don't you know, that would take the fancy of a girl like that--somebody like that cousin of hers or Higbee, or even ME, by Jove that we never thought of looking beyond our noses--never thought of the BUSINESS! And YOU all the time so cold and silent and matter-of-fact about it! But I congratulate you! You've got the business down on a safe basis now, and what's more, you've got the one woman who can run it."They say he was a true prophet.At least the Syndicate affairs prospered, and in course of time even the Reeds and the Higbees participated in the benefits.There were no more racial disturbances; only the districts polled a peaceful and SMALLERDemocratic majority at the next election.There were not wanting those who alleged that Colonel Courtland had simply become MRS.
COURTLAND'S SUPERINTENDENT; that she had absorbed him as she had every one who had come under her influence, and that she would not rest until she had made him a Senator (to represent Mrs.Courtland)in the councils of the nation.But when I last dined with them in Washington, ten years ago, I found them both very happy and comfortable, and I remember that Mrs.Courtland's remarks upon Federal and State interests, the proper education of young girls, and the management of the family, were eminently wise and practical.
