The Cup of Trembling, and Other StoriesFoote, Mary Hallock
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The Cup of Trembling, and Other Stories
Foote, Mary Hallock
United States -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction
Thus Meta learned how an Indian woman may pass unchallenged from one
part of the country to another, clothed in the freedom of her poverty.
In this way the nation acknowledges a part of its ancient indebtedness
to her people. No word had come from Henniker, though he had said that
he should get his discharge in October. Meta's resolve was taken. The
Bannock women encouraged her, and she saw how simple it would be to copy
their dress and slip away with them as far as their roads lay together;
and thence, having gained practice in her part and become accustomed to
its disguises, to go on alone to Custer, where her chief, her beautiful
trumpeter, was sounding his last calls. She was wise in this
resolution--to see her husband, at whatever cost, before the time of his
freedom should come; but she was late in carrying it out.
Long before, she had turned over fruitlessly in her mind every means of
getting money for this journey besides the obvious way of asking Father
Meadows for her own. She had guessed that her friends were suspicious of
Henniker's good faith, and believed that if they should come to know of
her intention of running away to follow him they would prevent her for
her own good,--which was quite the case.
That was the point Father Meadows made with his wife, when she argued
that Meta, being a married woman now, ought to learn the purchasing
power of money and its limitations by experimenting with a little of her
own.
"We shall do wrong if we keep her a child now," she said.
"But if she has money, she'll lay it by till she gets enough to slip off
to her soldier with. There's that much Injun about her; she'll follow to
heel like a dog."
Father Meadows could not have spoken in this way of Meta a year ago. She
had lost caste with him, also.
"Don't, father," the mother said, with a hurt look. "She'll not follow
far with ten dollars in her pocket; but that much I want to try her
with. She's like a child about shopping. She'll take anything at all, if
it looks right and the man persuades her. And those Jew clerks will
charge whatever they think they can get."
Mrs. Meadows had her way, and the trial sum was given to Meta one day,
and the next day she and the child were missing.
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