The Yale expositor., 1916-05-18
CHAPTER X-continued.


She pointed to the house and then TO
herself and smiled. He understood
the pantomime and nodded. when
they reached the house a withered
and wrinkled little woman came out
TO the arched veranda to meet them.
She looked Gerry over shrewdly and
then held out her hand. He shook
IT llstlessly. They walked through a
long dividing hall. On each side were
large rooms, empty. save one where
big bed, a wash-stand, and an old
bureau with widowed glass, were
grouped like an oasis in desert They
reached the kitchen. 1t was evidently
the living room Of the house. A ham
mock cut off one corner Chairs were
drawn up TO a rough, uncovered table.
A stove was built into the masonry
and a cavernous oven gaped from the
massive wall.
At the stove was an old negress.
making coffee with shaky elaboration.
On the floor sat an old darby clad
only from his waist down in such trOu-
sers as Gerry was wearing, except
that they were soiled and tattered
He looked up and fastened his eyes
on Gerry and then struggled to his
feet. Dim recollections OF some by
gone white master brought a CLEAN
into his beary eyes. He raised his
hand in the national gesture of child
to parent, slave to master blessing,
master, blessing" Gerry had learned
the meaning OF the quaint custom.
'"God bless thee" he answered din
badly jumbled Portuguese. The girl
and the wrinkled woman looked at
him, surprised, and then smiled at
each other as women smile at the first
steps Of a child.
They made him sit down Mt the
table and placed before him crisp
rusks of manioc -four and steaming
coffee whose splendid aroma tri-
umphed over the sordidness Of the
scene and through the nostrils reached
the palate with anticipatOry touch.
1t was sweetened with dark, pungent
strip and was served black in a capa-
cious bowl, as though one could not
drink too deeply of the elixir of life.
Gerry ate ravenously and slipped the
coffee at first sparingly. then greedily.
The old negress futtered nervously
about the stove, nursing it's inadequate
fire of charcoal. Her eyes were big
with wonder at the capacity OF the
white master The old negro had sunk
back to his seat on the floor The two
wi ctr Il toT,o
~. The more he ate the more they
urged.
Gerry set down the empty bowl with
a sigh. The rusks had been delicious
Before the coffee the name OF nectar
dwtndled to impotency. It's elixir riot
ed in his veins. At the sigh the girl
had deftly rolled a cigarette in bit
of corn husk, scraped thin as paper.
Now she slipped it into his fingers.
The old negress picked up live coal
and, passing il from shaky hand to
shaky hand, deposited 1t on his plate.
Gerry lit the cigarette. With the first
long contented Whit he smiled. The
smile brought singing recollection.
With frown he threw away the ciga-
rette and rose from the table. "The
brute is fed and laughs" he said aloud
and strobe from the room. The girl
and che little wrinkled woman looked
at each other in dismay They seemed
to sense the unintelligibe words. The
old darby crawled across the floor and
possessed himself Of the cigarette.
Gerry went to seat himself on the
steps OF the veranda. Before him
stretched the fallow valleX. beyond it
cleaned the black line Of the rushing
river. To the right were the ruins OF
sugar mill and stables. To the left
the debris that once had been slaves
quarters. The fields still bore the hum
mocks, In rough alignment, that told
the story Of past years fruitful In
cane. All was waste. all was ruin.
The girl slipped to a seat beside him.
She rolled a fresh cigaret& and then
shyly laid small brown hand on his
arm. Gerry looked at her. Her big
brown eyes were sOrrowful and plead.
ing. She held out the cigarette with a
little snrug that deprecated the small
ness Of the offering.
very Ielt tWlnge OF TemoTSe. lie
patted the hand that lay on his arm,
smiled, and took the cigarette. The
girls face lit up. She called and again
the negress brought fire. This time
Gerry smoked graveIy. The girl sat
on be-de him. Her hand lay in his.
So they SAT- until the sun passed the
zenith and, slipping over the caves.
es:' Exs irs on their bare feet Gerry