Askov American. [volume] (Askov, Pine County, Minn.) 1914-current, 1916-05-11
CHAPTER x-Continued.

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
1t listlessly. They walked through a
long dividing hall. On each side were
large rooms, empty, save one where
q big bed, wash-stand, and an old
bureau with widowed glass, were
grouped like an oasis In a desert. They
reached the kitchen. II was evidently
the living room Of the house. A ham,
mock cut Off one corner. Chairs were
drawn up to q 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 bleary 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 child.
They made him sit down at 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 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 fiuttered nervously
about the stove, nursing its 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
white women stood and watched Ger.
~. 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
dwfndled to impotency. Its elixir riot,
ed In his veins. At the sigh the girl
had deity 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 1t 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 a frown he threw away the ciga-
rette and rose from the table. The
brute Is fed and laughs" he said loud
and strobe from the room. The girl
and the little wrinkled woman looked
at each other in dismay. They seemed
to sense the unintelhgible 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 valley, beyond II
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 sea. beside him
She rolled fresh cigarette and then
ahyly laid a 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 shrug that deprecated the small
ness of the offering.
Gerry felt a twinge Of remorse. he
patted the hand that lay on his arm,
smiled, and took the cigarette. The
girls face lit up. She called and again
tho negress brought fire. This time
Gerry smoked gravely. The girl sal
On beside him. Her hand lay in his
So they sat until the sun passed the
senith and, slipping over the caves