The Forged Note: A Romance of the Darker RacesMicheaux, Oscar
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The Forged Note: A Romance of the Darker Races
Micheaux, Oscar
African Americans -- Fiction
"I'm going upstairs to see how it looks after the scramble," said he,
and a moment later his feet were heard in that direction. He had no
sooner hit the landing, than from above came a dreadful noise. A
crashing of window panes indicated that someone was trying to get out of
the window. A table turned over with considerable objections, judging
from the noise it made. The whatever-it-was appeared to be coming toward
the stair in post haste now. Chairs were cast aside, without care of how
they might land, and then it appeared on the landing. A moment later it
came down, much a tumble, and not in the usual way. Hands and legs and
feet seemed altogether, as they did many stunts on the way down. Eyes
were opened wide, while breaths were held, as the spectacle was observed
closely. And then it landed. One moment it lingered, and made a funny
picture for the many eyes. Then it became erect--and behold! It was a
man.
But he hadn't taken the time to dress entirely. He had, upon coming
down, or deciding to do so, donned only a coat; while his large, loose
knee lengths stood out conspicuously from the small legs, that reminded
one of pipe stems, smoked ones--coming out of huge corn cobs.
It came about when Glenview ascended the stair, and met it in the act of
looking about to ascertain whether the coast was clear.
For a time that may have been a second, possibly more, he stood
hesitant. Wild of eye and trembling in the legs, but conspicuous to a
humorous degree, he soon came to appreciate the spectacle he made, and
forthwith betook himself hurriedly back up the steps; but, alas! Not
many had he ascended when he made a miss, and, with a smothered,
embarrassed cry, he fell, and the next moment came back.
While all this performing was going on, he was not aware that the
officers had long since departed. And when he again landed at the feet
of his onlookers, who were now given over to a fit of snickers, he cried
in a subdued, but intensely excited voice: "Don't let them get me! Don't
let them get me!" He was wild, as he hesitated before attempting to
return. And in the meantime, he whined like a poor thing, which made the
Negroes who stood about, give up to loud laughing.
At last, he was calmed to a point where he took himself hurriedly up the
stairs, and disappeared. And then there was another commotion!
Apparently the house was coming down, from the scrambling, and the way
chairs, and beds, and tables--and everything seemed to be turning over.
"Say, say!" came the voice of Glenview. "The officers have disappeared a
half hour ago. Be quiet. Those are not officers below. They are
curiosities." But it was some time before he was able to communicate
this fact to a point that brought quiet. When he presently emerged, the
onlookers saw not two, Glenview and the other, but five. They slipped
down the steps like ghosts, looked wildly about for one brief second,
and then melted into the night like vampires.
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