Frontier and pioneer life -- Southern States -- Fiction; Love stories; Mountain people -- Southern States -- Fiction
"I think it is better to know the truth. I don't like suspicions. They
are sure to lead to harm. James, let me put it to the doctor as I see
it, and see what he thinks of it."
"As you please, dear."
"It's like this. Have you seen anything of that girl or observed her
much?"
"I certainly have."
"Then, of course, you can see that she is one of the best of the
mountain people, can't you? Well! She has promised to marry--promised to
marry--think of it! one of the wildest, most reckless of those mountain
boys, one that she knows very well has been in illicit distilling. He
is a lawbreaker in that way; and, more than that, he drinks, and in a
drunken row he shot dead his friend."
"Ah!" David rose, turned away, and again paced the piazza. Then he
returned to his seat. "I see. The young man I tried to help off when I
first arrived."
"Yes. There he is."
"I see. Handsome type."
"He's down here now, keeping quiet. How long it will last, no one knows.
Justice is lax in the mountains. His father shot three or four men
before he died himself of a gunshot wound which he received while
resisting the officers of the law. If there's a man left in the family
to follow this thing up, Frale will be hunted down and arrested or shot;
otherwise, when things have cooled off a little up there, he will go
back and open up the old business, and the tragedy will be repeated.
James, you know how often after the best you could do and all their
promises, they go back to it?"
"I admit it's always a question. They don't seem to be content in the
low country. I think it is often a sort of natural gravitation back to
the mountains where they were born and bred, more than it is depravity."
"I know, James, but that excuse won't help Cassandra."
"Why did she do it?" asked David. "She must have known to what such a
marriage would bring her."
"Do it? That is the sort of girl she is. If she thought she ought, she
would leap over that fall there."
"But why should she think she ought? Had she given her--promise--" David
saw her as she appeared to him when she had said that word to him on the
mountain, and it silenced him, but only for a moment. He would learn all
he could of her motives now. He must--he would know. "I mean before he
did this, before she went away to study--had she made him such
a--promise?"
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