Mountain life -- Fiction; Tennessee, East -- Fiction
“Ef he speaks so agin,” she said slowly, “ef he speaks so agin afore
them all, I dunno _how_ I kin abide it.”
There was a look of pain on her face which, however, did not promise
tears. He realized that tears were scarce with her and came hard. It
was the look of one whose heart is pierced, and whose pride is bent,
and whose endurance flags. Then, with an access of resolution visible
in her soft face, she suddenly moved onward, and the swaying sprays of
the brambles painted the picture out.
He had hardly time to take stock of his impressions, or note his own
surprise, or marvel of what or of whom she spoke, when Mrs. Sims
issued, waddling, from the house. She perceived him readily enough,
having him in mind, perhaps, and called to him to hurry up, “for we-uns
air all goin’ ter meetin’ over yander at the church-house, whar ye gin
that show o’ yourn,” displaying a fat dimply smile too jolly for the
occasion, and all un-meet to companion the Sabbath-day expression on
the sour visage of old Tubal Cain Sims, who was shuffling out with high
shoulders and hollow chest and bent knees to join the family procession.
Lucien Royce welcomed the summons with the half-bewildered delight of
one unexpectedly rescued from the extremest griefs of ennui. His first
instinct was to run and dress. Then remembering that he wore the best
clothes he had, he composed himself with the reflection that he was in
the fashion as it prevailed here. He was consoled, too, as he strolled
along beside Mrs. Sims, for the lack of a younger companion, by
reflecting that he wanted to make no mischief among any possible lovers
of Euphemia, which his public appearance walking with her to church was
well calculated to do.
“I think I am safe with Mrs. Sims,” he said to himself. “I suppose
nobody is in love with her,--not even old Tubal Cain, whatever he may
once have been.”
He cast a glance at the lean and active partner of Mrs. Sims’s joys and
sorrows, forging along at a brisk pace which was certain to land him in
church before the rest of the household had achieved half the distance.
VI.
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