For a brief moment she thought what a fool this old man was,to fight for a state which had taken forty years from his life.Georgia had taken his youth and his middle years for a crime that was no crime to him,yet he had freely given a leg and an eye to Georgia.The bitter words Rhett had spoken in the early days of the war came back to her,and she remembered him saying he would never fight for a society that had made him an outcast.But when the emergency had arisen,he had gone off to fight for that same society,even as Archie had done.It seemed to her that all Southern men,high or low,were sentimental fools and cared less for their hides than for words which had no meaning.
She looked at Archie's gnarled old hands,his two pistols and his knife,and fear pricked her again.Were there other ex-convicts at large,like Archie,murderers,desperadoes,thieves,pardoned for their crimes in the name of the Confederacy?Why,any stranger on the street might be a murderer!If Frank ever learned the truth about Archie,there would be the devil to pay.Or if Aunt Pitty—but the shock would kill Pitty.And as for Melanie—Scarlett almost wished she could tell Melanie the truth about Archie.It would serve her right for picking up trash and foisting it off on her friends and relatives.
“I'm—I'm glad you told me,Archie.I—I won't tell anyone.It would be a great shock to Mrs.Wilkes and the other ladies if they knew.”
“Huh.Miz Wilkes knows.I told her the night she fuss let me sleep in her cellar.You don't think I'd let a nice lady like her take me into her house not knowin'?”
“Saints preserve us!”cried Scarlett,aghast.
Melanie knew this man was a murderer and a woman murderer at that and she hadn't ejected him from her house.She had trusted her son with him and her aunt and sister-in-law and all her friends.And she,the most timid of females,had not been frightened to be alone with him in her house.
“Miz Wilkes is right sensible,for a woman.She 'lowed that I was all right.She 'lowed that a liar allus kept on lyin'and a thief kept on stealin'but folks don't do more'n one murder in a lifetime.And she reckoned as how anybody who'd fought for the Confederacy had wiped out anything bad they'd done.Though I don't hold that I done nothin'bad,killin'my wife....Yes,Miz Wilkes is right sensible,for a woman....And I'm tellin'you,the day you leases convicts is the day I quits you.”
Scarlett made no reply but she thought,“The sooner you quit me the better it will suit me.A murderer!”
How could Melly have been so—so—Well,there was no word for Melanie's action in taking in this old ruffian and not telling her friends he was a jailbird.So service in the army wiped out past sins!Melanie had that mixed up with baptism!But then Melly was utterly silly about the Confederacy,its veterans,and anything pertaining to them.Scarlett silently damned the Yankees and added another mark on her score against them.They were responsible for a situation that forced a woman to keep a murderer at her side to protect her.
Driving home with Archie in the chill twilight,Scarlett saw a clutter of saddle horses,buggies and wagons outside the Girl of the Period Saloon.Ashley was sitting on his horse,a strained alert look on his face;the Simmons boys were leaning from their buggy,making emphatic gestures;Hugh Elsing,his lock of brown hair falling in his eyes,was waving his hands.Grandpa Merriwether's pie wagon was in the center of the tangle and,as she came closer,Scarlett saw that Tommy Wellburn and Uncle Henry Hamilton were crowded on the seat with him.
“I wish,”thought Scarlett irritably,“that Uncle Henry wouldn't ride home in that contraption.He ought to be ashamed to be seen in it.It isn't as though he didn't have a horse of his own.He just does it so he and Grandpa can go to the saloon together every night.”
As she came abreast the crowd something of their tenseness reached her,insensitive though she was,and made fear clutch at her heart.
“Oh!”she thought.“I hope no one else has been raped!If the Ku Klux lynch just one more darky the Yankees will wipe us out!”And she spoke to Archie.“Pull up.Something's wrong.”
“You ain't goin'to stop outside a saloon,”said Archie.
“You heard me.Pull up.Good evening,everybody.Ashley—Uncle Henry—is something wrong?You all look so—”
The crowd turned to her,tipping their hats and smiling,but there was a driving excitement in their eyes.
“Something's right and something's wrong,”barked Uncle Henry.“Depends on how you look at it.The way I figure is the legislature couldn't have done different.”
The legislature?thought Scarlett in relief.She had little interest in the legislature,feeling that its doings could hardly affect her.It was the prospect of the Yankee soldiers on a rampage again that frightened her.
“What's the legislature been up to now?”
“They've flatly refused to ratify the amendment,”said Grandpa Merriwether and there was pride in his voice.“That'll show the Yankees.”
“And there'll be hell to pay for it—I beg your pardon,Scarlett,”said Ashley.
“Oh,the amendment?”questioned Scarlett,trying to look intelligent.
Politics were beyond her and she seldom wasted time thinking about them.There had been a Thirteenth Amendment ratified sometime before or maybe it had been the Sixteenth Amendment but what ratification meant she had no idea.Men were always getting excited about such things.Something of her lack of comprehension showed in her face and Ashley smiled.
“It's the amendment letting the darkies vote,you know,”he explained.“It was submitted to the legislature and they refused to ratify it.”
“How silly of them!You know the Yankees are going to force it down our throats!”
“That's what I meant by saying there'd be hell to pay,”said Ashley.
“I'm proud of the legislature,proud of their gumption!”shouted Uncle Henry.“The Yankees can't force it down our throats if we won't have it.”
