"Why, Mr. Peters," they all of them cried, and at that moment Jasper and
Jim came into the room. "Peters," said the old man, "this woman nursed
me. My mammy died an' left me to her, an' as a little baby she was the
only mother I knowed. My grandaddy built this house, an' that door was
opened by him an' never has been shut, an' anybody comin' along that
road was always welcome to come in. But thar is one man that must never
darken it ag'in." He took out his watch and looking at it, continued:
"I'll give you jest one minit, Peters."
The ruffian looked at a gun standing in the corner; looked at Jasper
holding the watch; looked at the women, who in disgust turned their
faces from him; looked at the door, and clearing his throat, walked out.
"Sometimes, ma'm" said Jasper speaking to Mrs. Mayfield, "the laziest
man ain't got no time to stay no longer."
"Well, I wouldn't make light of it," remarked Margaret.
"No lighter than I can help. I reckon we'd better eat a snack an' then
Jim, you may preach to them bees."
CHAPTER XIV.
AN OLD MAN PREACHED.
Several days passed and Peters was seen no more about the Starbuck
place, but the old man knew that the scoundrel had not surrendered his
scheme, but merely was lying low, waiting for his appointment as deputy
marshall. Such an office was not hard to get. The danger attending it
often made material scarce, for higher among the hills where the
rebellious spirit of man had never failed to gaze with defiant contempt
into the eye of the law, the distiller's blood smeared the rock and the
deputy, if not taken away by friends, was left to the buzzard. So,
whether or not trouble was on the road to meet old Jasper, depended upon
a piece of paper, to be written and stamped in the capital of the State.
But something else soon arose to claim the sympathetic attention of the
household.
One morning Lou came running into the house almost breathless, with the
excited words that old mammy was dying in her cabin. They all of them
hastened to her bedside, and when she saw the old man kneeling upon the
floor, she put forth her mummied hand and left it rest upon his head.
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