I
A STRANGER FROM
SOUTH CAROLINA 1
0
Time 2
touches all things with destroying hand ; and if
he 2
seem now and then to bestow the bloom of youth , the sap of spring , it is but a brief mockery , to be surely and swiftly followed by the wrinkles of old age , the dry leaves and bare branches of winter .
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
his 31
office 32
, 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 .