The times-news. [volume] (Hendersonville, N.C.) 1927-current, 1936-10-17
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thy.
In Lexington, a rich and bitter
Young mountaineer, jeff Howard,
instruets his lawyer to toreelose
a mortgage on the Need farm
and announces his intention OF
settlins there as soon as he can
obtain possession. When the
mortgage is foreeloScd, the Needs
decided to move to a dilapidated
tenant house which they own. On
the day of the move JEFF Howard
comes to Need Meadows and en-
counters Kate, packing dishes. In
her resentment she treats him
rudely. His pride is hurt and he
responds by insolently boasting of
his money.
NOW co ON WITH THE STORY
CHAPTER y
jeff Howard paid his landlady.
gave directions for the forward
ing of his trunks and boxes, got
into his car and drove away.
He was on the way TO the Blue
Grass farm that was 10 be his
home. One day during the past
week he had visited the place, and
that brief visit. punctuatcd by the
insolence of tronzc-haircd girl.
had whetted his appetite for COM
plctc possession.
Today he would receive the
keys. Today he could walk UNI
challenged through the rooms and
halls. could open the great front
door and step out on the porch
with the fluted white columns,
lord of all he surveyed.
He arrived before noon and
drove his long. noiSelcSS roadster
into lane that led 70 the barn.
In the yard near side porch he
could see two wagons being load
ed; he would wait. Very quietly
ne made his way TO the barn.
The emptiness Of the big stable
affected him Queerly. All the
things that usually cucumber such
a place were gone-ropeS, halterS,
saddles and brides, hay, pitch
forks. curry combs. even hens
nests were absent. Yet two horses
remained in their stalls, tied by
halterS 20 the managers. Jeff went
near and looked at them. By the
lean. SinuouS build of them he
knew them 70 be riding horses.
The little black mare let him
stroke her head. but when he put
out his hand toward the bay, he
lunGed.
At that moment a small negro
boy Of uncertain age entered the
stable and approached the stalls.
Seeing the tall stranger there, ne
stopped in his tracks TO stare at
him.
The man said shortly, I'm Mr.. |
Howard. | own this place now"
"YeSSuh," replied the boy. Vel
vety eyes looked out of a Sullen
brown face. as at an enemy.
You've heard of me, see"
Jeff Howard said acidly. He rec
ognized diStruSt and aversion
when he saw il. Last week when
he had been here an old negro
man and woman had looked at
him in that same Sullen manner.
Whats your name. boy"
Name Rutherford B." answer
ed the urchin shortly.
Jeff Howard said with hooking
intuition. Last names Hayes"
"YeSSuh."
The man burst into quick
laughter. Both of us named for
presidents he said. Rutherford
b. Hayes an Thomas Jefferson
Howard, Well, now"
"Yessuh." responded the boy
distrustfully. With the sensitive
ness of his race he detected Bit
terneSs and shrank from it. He
went 70 the stalls and united the
horses.
mice horses" remarked Jeff.
"Who do they belong to-"
BLACK horse Miss Gaines. Big
un's Miss Rates
Jeff Howard cleared his throat
and asked another question. is
Miss Nate the tall girl with the
reddish colored hair"
"'TiS," Rutherford b. answer
ed. and led the horses away.
Jeff Howard stood in the empty
stable with his hands in mis- pock-
cts and a deriSive smile on his
lips, unconscious of the grace OF
his big lean body as he struck a
pose which would have delighted
a sculptor. kate" ne said aloud.
Well, he knew her name now.
Kate. II rhymed with hate.
Couldn't be better. Shakespeare s
Shrew-kate.
He went out Of the deserted
barn by the rear door and walked
across a pasture and cornfleld.
He walked until, turning TO look
back, he could no longer see the
house. He came on two turkey
hens wandering among scrub oaks,
enclosed in an iron fence.
He climbed the fence that sur
rounded the little burying ground
and stopped 10 read what was on
q granite tombstone there: Julius
Need" nc read. And below 1t
beloved and faithful bOdy-ser'
want TO Crittenden Need. An ex'
ample 10 his fellow-slaves, an in
spiratiOn to his master. Born
April 2. 1892. Died Easter Sun
day. 1862"
Jeff Howard stood upright and
looked down at the grave Sc
some of the Blue Grass people
were decent to their slaves, en-?
Loved them even. Gave them the
family name. Buried them with
eulogies. He looked further and
saw that all the stones marked
the graves of slaves. Yet to this
day the Mot was kept inYiOlate.