Well, the funeral sermon was very good, but
pison long and tiresome; and then the king he shoved in and got off some of his
usual rubbage, and at last the job was through, and the undertaker begun to
sneak up on the coffin with his screw-driver. I was in a sweat then, and
watched him pretty keen. But he never meddled at all; just slid the lid along
as soft as mush, and screwed it down tight and fast. So there I was! I didn't
know whether the money was in there or not. So, says I, s'pose somebody has
hogged that bag on the sly? -- now how do I know whether to write to Mary Jane
or not? S'pose she dug him up and didn't find nothing, what would she think of
me? Blame it, I says, I might get hunted up and jailed; I'd better lay low and
keep dark, and not write at all; the thing's awful mixed now; trying to better
it, I've worsened it a hundred times, and I wish to goodness I'd just let it
alone, dad fetch the whole business!
They buried him, and we come back home, and
I went to watching faces again -- I couldn't help it, and I couldn't rest easy.
But nothing come of it; the faces didn't tell me nothing.
The king he visited around in the evening,
and sweetened everybody up, and made himself ever so friendly; and he give out
the idea that his congregation over in England would be in a sweat about him,
so he must hurry and settle up the estate right away and leave for home. He was
very sorry he was so pushed, and so was everybody; they wished he could stay
longer, but they said they could see it couldn't be done. And he said of course
him and William would take the girls home with them; and that pleased everybody
too, because then the girls would be well fixed and amongst their own
relations; and it pleased the girls, too -- tickled them so they clean forgot
they ever had a trouble in the world; and told him to sell out as quick as he
wanted to, they would be ready. Them poor things was that glad and happy it
made my heart ache to see them getting fooled and lied to so, but I didn't see
no safe way for me to chip in and change the general tune.
Well, blamed if the king didn't bill the
house and the niggers and all the property for auction straight off -- sale two
days after the funeral; but anybody could buy private beforehand if they wanted
to.
So the next day after the funeral, along
about noontime, the girls' joy got the first jolt. A couple of nigger traders
come along, and the king sold them the niggers reasonable, for three-day drafts
as they called it, and away they went, the two sons up the river to Memphis,
and their mother down the river to Orleans. I thought them poor girls and them
niggers would break their hearts for grief; they cried around each other, and
took on so it most made me down sick to see it. The girls said they hadn't ever
dreamed of seeing the family separated or sold away from the town. I can't ever
get it out of my memory, the sight of them poor miserable girls and niggers
hanging around each other's necks and crying; and I reckon I couldn't a stood
it all, but would a had to bust out and tell on our gang if I hadn't knowed the
sale warn't no account and the niggers would be back home in a week or two.
The thing made a big stir in the town, too,
and a good many come out flatfooted and said it was scandalous to separate the
mother and the children that way. It injured the frauds some; but the old fool
he bulled right along, spite of all the duke could say or do, and I tell you
the duke was powerful uneasy.
Next day was auction day. About broad day
in the morning the king and the duke come up in the garret and woke me up, and
I see by their look that there was trouble. The king says:
"Was you in my room night before
last?"
"No, your majesty" -- which was
the way I always called him when nobody but our gang warn't around.
"Was you in there yisterday er last
night?"
"No, your majesty."
"Honor bright, now -- no lies."
"Honor bright, your majesty, I'm
telling you the truth. I hain't been a-near your room since Miss Mary Jane took
you and the duke and showed it to you."
The duke says:
"Have you seen anybody else go in
there?"
"No, your grace, not as I remember, I
believe."
"Stop and think."
I studied awhile and see my chance; then I
says:
"Well, I see the niggers go in there
several times."
Both of them gave a little jump, and looked
like they hadn't ever expected it, and then like they HAD. Then the duke says:
"What, all of them?"
"No -- leastways, not all at once --
that is, I don't think I ever see them all come OUT at once but just one
time."
"Hello! When was that?"
"It was the day we had the funeral. In
the morning. It warn't early, because I overslept. I was just starting down the
ladder, and I see them."
"Well, go on, GO on! What did they do?
How'd they act?"
"They didn't do nothing. And they
didn't act anyway much, as fur as I see. They tiptoed away; so I seen, easy
enough, that they'd shoved in there to do up your majesty's room, or something,
s'posing you was up; and found you WARN'T up, and so they was hoping to slide
out of the way of trouble without waking you up, if they hadn't already waked
you up."
"Great guns, THIS is a go!" says
the king; and both of them looked pretty sick and tolerable silly. They stood
there a-thinking and scratching their heads a minute, and the duke he bust into
a kind of a little raspy chuckle, and says:
"It does beat all how neat the niggers
played their hand. They let on to be SORRY they was going out of this region!
And I believed they WAS sorry, and so did you, and so did everybody. Don't ever
tell ME any more that a nigger ain't got any histrionic talent. Why, the way
they played that thing it would fool ANYBODY. In my opinion, there's a fortune
in 'em. If I had capital and a theater, I wouldn't want a better lay-out than
that -- and here we've gone and sold 'em for a song. Yes, and ain't privileged
to sing the song yet. Say, where IS that song -- that draft?"
"In the bank for to be collected.
Where WOULD it be?"
"Well, THAT'S all right then, thank
goodness."
Says I, kind of timid-like:
"Is something gone wrong?"
The king whirls on me and rips out:
"None o' your business! You keep your
head shet, and mind y'r own affairs -- if you got any. Long as you're in this
town don't you forgit THAT -- you hear?" Then he says to the duke,
"We got to jest swaller it and say noth'n': mum's the word for US."
As they was starting down the ladder the
duke he chuckles again, and says:
"Quick sales AND small profits! It's a
good business -- yes."
The king snarls around on him and says:
"I was trying to do for the best in
sellin' 'em out so quick. If the profits has turned out to be none, lackin'
considable, and none to carry, is it my fault any more'n it's yourn?"
"Well, THEY'D be in this house yet and
we WOULDN'T if I could a got my advice listened to."
The king sassed back as much as was safe
for him, and then swapped around and lit into ME again. He give me down the
banks for not coming and TELLING him I see the niggers come out of his room
acting that way -- said any fool would a KNOWED something was up. And then
waltzed in and cussed HIMSELF awhile, and said it all come of him not laying
late and taking his natural rest that morning, and he'd be blamed if he'd ever
do it again. So they went off a-jawing; and I felt dreadful glad I'd worked it
all off on to the niggers, and yet hadn't done the niggers no harm by it.
CHAPTER XXVIII.
BY and by it was getting-up time. So I come
down the ladder and started for down-stairs; but as I come to the girls' room
the door was open, and I see Mary Jane setting by her old hair trunk, which was
open and she'd been packing things in it -- getting ready to go to England. But
she had stopped now with a folded gown in her lap, and had her face in her
hands, crying. I felt awful bad to see it; of course anybody would. I went in
there and says:
"Miss Mary Jane, you can't a-bear to
see people in trouble, and I can't -- most always. Tell me about it."
So she done it. And it was the niggers -- I
just expected it. She said the beautiful trip to England was most about spoiled
for her; she didn't know HOW she was ever going to be happy there, knowing the
mother and the children warn't ever going to see each other no more -- and then
busted out bitterer than ever, and flung up her hands, and says:
"Oh, dear, dear, to think they ain't
EVER going to see each other any more!"
"But they WILL -- and inside of two
weeks -- and I KNOW it!" says I.
Laws, it was out before I could think! And
before I could budge she throws her arms around my neck and told me to say it
AGAIN, say it AGAIN, say it AGAIN!
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