And yet there are places where Time seems to linger lovingly long after youth has departed , and to which
he 2
seems loath to bring the evil day .
Who has not known some even-tempered old man or woman who seemed to have drunk of the fountain of youth 3
?
Who has not seen somewhere an old town that , having long since ceased to grow , yet held
its 4
own without perceptible decline
4 ?
Some such trite reflection -- as apposite to the subject as most random reflections are -- passed through the mind of a young man who came out of the front door of
the Patesville Hotel 6
about nine o'clock one fine morning in spring , a few years after the Civil War , and started down
Front Street 7
toward
the market-house 8
5 .
Arriving at the town 4
late the previous evening , he 5
had been driven up from the steamboat 9
in a carriage 10
, from which he 5
had been able to distinguish only the shadowy outlines of the houses along
the street 7
11 ; so that this morning walk was his 5
first opportunity to see the town 4
by daylight .
He 5
was dressed in a suit of linen duck -- the day was warm -- a panama straw hat , and patent leather shoes .
In appearance he 5
was tall , dark , with straight , black , lustrous hair , and very clean-cut , high-bred features .
When he 5
paused by the clerk 12
's desk on his 5
way out , to light his 5
cigar , the day clerk , who had just come on duty 13
, glanced at the register and read the last entry : -- " ' JOHN WARWICK 5
, CLARENCE 14
, SOUTH CAROLINA 1
. '
" One of the South Ca ' lina 1
bigbugs , I 13
reckon -- probably in cotton , or turpentine . "
The gentleman from
South Carolina 1
5 , walking down the street 7
, glanced about him 5
with an eager look , in which curiosity and affection were mingled with a touch of bitterness .
He 5
saw little that was not familiar , or that he 5
had not seen in his 5
dreams a hundred times during the past ten years .
There had been some changes , it is true , some melancholy changes , but scarcely anything by way of addition or improvement to counterbalance them .
Here and there blackened and dismantled walls marked the place where handsome buildings 15
once had stood , for Sherman 16
's march to the sea 17
had left its mark upon the town 4
.
The stores 18
were mostly of brick , two stories high , joining one another after the manner of cities 19
.
Some of the names on the signs were familiar ; others , including a number of Jewish names , were quite unknown to him 5
.
A two minutes ' walk brought Warwick 5
-- the name he 5
had registered under , and as we 20
shall call him 5
-- to the market-house 8
, the central feature of Patesville 4
, from both the commercial and the picturesque points of view .
Standing foursquare in the heart of the town 4
, at the intersection of
the two main streets 22
21 , a " jog " at each street corner 23
left around the market-house 8
a little public square 24
, which at this hour was well occupied by carts 25
and wagons 26
from the country 27
and empty drays awaiting hire .
Warwick 5
was unable to perceive much change in the market-house 8
.
Perhaps the surface of the red brick , long unpainted , had scaled off a little more here and there .
There might have been a slight accretion of the moss and lichen on the shingled roof .
But the tall tower 28
, with its 28
four-faced clock , rose as majestically and uncompromisingly as though the land 29
had never been subjugated .
Was it so irreconcilable , Warwick 5
wondered , as still to peal out the curfew bell , which at nine o'clock at night had clamorously warned all negroes 30
, slave or free , that it was unlawful for them 30
to be abroad after that hour , under penalty of imprisonment or whipping ?
Was the old constable , whose chief business it had been to ring the bell 31
, still alive and exercising the functions of , and had age lessened or increased the number of times that obliging citizens 33
performed this duty for him 31
during his 31
temporary absences in the company of convivial spirits 34
?
A few moments later , Warwick 5
saw a colored policeman 35
in the old constable 31
's place
36 -- a stronger reminder than even the burned buildings 15
that war had left its mark upon the old town 4
, with which Time had dealt so tenderly .
The lower story of
the market-house 8
37 was open on all four of its 37
sides to the public square 24
.
Warwick 5
passed through one of the wide brick arches and traversed the building 8
with a leisurely step .
He 5
looked in vain into the stalls for the butcher who had sold fresh meat twice a week , on market days 38
, and he 5
felt a genuine thrill of pleasure when he 5
recognized the red bandana turban of old Aunt Lyddy 39
, the ancient negro woman who had sold
him 5
gingerbread and fried fish , and told
him 5
weird tales of witchcraft and conjuration , in the old days when , as
an idle boy 5
,
he 5
had loafed about
the market-house 8
75 .
He 5
did not speak to her 39
, however , or give her 39
any sign of recognition .
He 5
threw a glance toward a certain corner where steps led to the town hall above 40
.
On this stairway 41
he 5
had once seen a manacled free negro 42
shot while being taken upstairs 40
for examination under a criminal charge .
Warwick 5
recalled vividly how the shot had rung out .
He 5
could see again the livid look of terror on the victim 42
's face , the gathering crowd 43
, the resulting confusion .
The murderer 44
, he 5
recalled , had been tried and sentenced to imprisonment for life , but was pardoned by a merciful governor 45
after serving a year of his 44
sentence .
As Warwick 5
was neither a prophet 46
nor the son of
a prophet 48
47 , he 5
could not foresee that , thirty years later , even this would seem an excessive punishment for so slight a misdemeanor .
Leaving the market-house 8
, Warwick 5
turned to the left , and kept on his 5
course until he 5
reached the next corner .
After another turn to the right , a dozen paces brought him 5
in front of a small weather-beaten frame building , from which projected a wooden sign-board bearing the inscription : --
ARCHIBALD STRAIGHT 50
,
LAWYER 51
49 .
He 5
turned the knob , but the door was locked .
Retracing his 5
steps past a vacant lot 52
, the young man 5
entered a shop where
a colored man 54
was employed in varnishing a coffin , which stood on two trestles in the middle of the floor
53 .
Not at all impressed by the melancholy suggestiveness of his 54
task , he 54
was whistling a lively air with great gusto .
Upon Warwick 5
's entrance this effusion came to a sudden end , and the coffin-maker 54
assumed an air of professional gravity .
" Good-mawnin ' , suh 5
, " he 54
said , lifting his 54
cap politely .
" Good-morning , " answered Warwick 5
.
" Can you 54
tell me 5
anything about Judge Straight 55
's office 56
hours ? "
" De ole jedge 55
has be 'n a little onreg ' lar sence de wah , suh 5
; but he 55
gin ' ally gits roun ' ' bout ten o'clock er so .
He 55
's be 'n kin ' er feeble fer de las ' few yeahs .
An ' I 54
reckon , " continued the undertaker 54
solemnly , his 54
glance unconsciously seeking a row of fine caskets standing against the wall , -- " I 54
reckon he 55
'll soon be goin ' de way er all de earth 57
.
' Man 58
dat is bawn er ' oman 59
hath but a sho ' t time ter lib , an ' is full er mis ' ry .
He 58
cometh up an ' is cut down lack as a flower . '
' De days er his 58
life is three-sco ' an ' ten ' -- an ' de ole jedge 55
is libbed mo ' d' n dat , suh 5
, by five yeahs , ter say de leas ' . " "
' Death , ' " quoted Warwick 5
, with whose mood the undertaker 54
's remarks were in tune , " ' is the penalty that all must pay for the crime of living . ' "
" Dat 's a fac ' , suh 5
, dat 's a fac ' ; so dey mus ' -- so dey mus ' .
An ' den all de dead 60
has ter be buried .
An ' we 61
does ou ' sheer of it , suh 5
, we 61
does ou ' sheer .
We 61
conduc 's de obs ' quies er all de bes ' w ' ite folks er
de town 4
62 , suh 5
. "
Warwick 5
left the undertaker 54
's shop
53 and retraced his 5
steps until he 5
had passed the lawyer 55
's office
63 , toward which he 5
threw an affectionate glance .
A few rods farther led him 5
past the old black Presbyterian church 64
, with its 64
square tower , embowered in a stately grove 65
; past the Catholic church , with
its 66
many crosses
66 , and a painted wooden figure of St. James 67
in a recess beneath the gable ; and past the old Jefferson House 68
, once the leading hotel of
the town 4
68 , in front of which political meetings had been held , and political speeches made , and political hard cider drunk , in the days of " Tippecanoe and Tyler 69
too . "
The street down which
Warwick 5
had come
70 intersected Front Street 7
at a sharp angle in front of the old hotel 6
, forming a sort of flatiron block at the junction , known as Liberty Point 71
, -- perhaps because slave 72
auctions were sometimes held there 71
in the good old days .
Just before Warwick 5
reached Liberty Point 71
, a young woman 73
came down Front Street 7
from the direction of the market-house 8
.
When their 74
paths converged , Warwick 5
kept on down Front Street 7
behind her 73
, it having been already his 5
intention to walk in this direction .
Warwick 5
's first glance had revealed the fact that the young woman 73
was strikingly handsome , with a stately beauty seldom encountered .
As he 5
walked along behind her 73
at a measured distance , he 5
could not help noting the details that made up this pleasing impression , for his 5
mind was singularly alive to beauty , in whatever embodiment .
The girl 73
's figure , he 5
perceived , was admirably proportioned ; she 73
was evidently at the period when the angles of childhood were rounding into the promising curves of adolescence .
Her 73
abundant hair , of a dark and glossy brown , was neatly plaited and coiled above an ivory column that rose straight from a pair of gently sloping shoulders , clearly outlined beneath the light muslin frock that covered them .
He 5
could see that she 73
was tastefully , though not richly , dressed , and that she 73
walked with an elastic step that revealed a light heart and the vigor of perfect health .
Her 73
face , of course , he 5
could not analyze , since he 5
had caught only the one brief but convincing glimpse of it .