Alcohol trafficking -- Fiction; Mountain life -- Tennessee -- Fiction
"He never meant no harm, Jasper," the silent Julia broke in from where
she sat in her dull red dress against the tawnily gilded glories of the
western sky.
Beyond a mechanical "Hesh up, Ad'licia," Cap'n Lucy gave them no heed,
but Luther glanced sharply from one to the other.
Jasper Larrabee replied in some sort: "Then he never treated me with
the same confidence I done him. An', Cap'n Lucy," he continued, "ye
yerse'f seen the e-end o' it. He purtended ter the sher'ff ter be
_me_, an' tuk advantage o' my mother's callin' him 'sonny,' an'
wore my name, an' went with 'em a-sarchin' fur hisse'f; an' whenst he
got skeered, thinkin' ez they knowed him, he resisted arrest, an' kem
nigh ter takin' the off'cer's life, whilst purtendin' ter be _me_,
in my name!"
"He never meant no harm," faltered Adelicia, aghast at this showing
against her absent lover.
"None in the worl'; he never went ter harm nuthin'," protested Julia's
flutelike tones.
"Did ye kem hyar ter git my advices fur Jack Espey?" demanded Cap'n
Lucy sourly. "He needs 'em, I know, but"--
"Naw, Cap'n Tems. I kem ter git 'em fur myse'f, fur I dunno which way
ter turn. You-uns hyar saw the e-end o' it,--the night the dep'ty kem
a-sarchin' fur Jasper Lar'bee, who he 'lowed he hed flung over the
bluffs, an' I went along at his summons, knowin' 'twar Espey ez hed got
away from him, purtendin' ter be _me_."
Cap'n Lucy nodded.
"Now I have hearn that dep'ty air in the Cove agin."
Cap'n Lucy remembered the dark, facetious, malicious face that the
officer had borne as a spectator of the processioning of the land. He
nodded again. "I hev seen him hyar ter-day."
"Ef I war knowed ter him ez Lar'bee, whenst he finds out 'twar
Espey ez escaped that night, I mought be 'rested fur harborin' a
fugitive, ez holpin' out the murder arter the fac'--an'--an' my
mother--Espey gin me no chance, no ch'ice! Wouldn't ye 'low ez
ennybody--_ennybody_--would hev tole me that, Cap'n Lucy, ter gin
me the ch'ice o' dangerin' myse'f afore he tuk so much from me an'
mine?"
Cap'n Lucy changed countenance. This was a new view of the matter. He
had not judged from Larrabee's standpoint; for he himself had had full
knowledge of the circumstances and the fact that they were withheld
from Espey's entertainer. This was made suddenly manifest.
"Why, Jasper," expostulated Adelicia, her eyes full of tears, her
vibrant tones tremulous with emotion, "he 'lowed ter we-uns ez he war
sure the man wouldn't die o' the gunshot wound, bein' powerful big an'
hearty; but he tuk out an' run, bein' turr'ble 'feared o' the law,
and arrest an' lyin' in jail fur a long time, waitin', an' uncle Lucy
said"--
She paused suddenly, for Jasper Larrabee had leaned forward in
his chair, scanning the faces about him with a blank amazement so
significant that it palsied the words on her tongue.
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