the house behind the cedars(雪松后的房子)-第42部分
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mass still floundering in the mud where slavery had left it； and where
emancipation had found it；the mud in which； for aught that could be seen
to the contrary； her little feet； too； were hopelessly entangled。 It might
have seemed like expecting a man to lift himself by his boot…straps。
But Rena was no philosopher； either sad or cheerful。 She could not
even have replied to this argument； that races must lift themselves； and the
most that can be done by others is to give them opportunity and fair play。
Hers was a simpler reasoning；the logic by which the world is kept going
onward and upward when philosophers are at odds and reformers are not
forthcoming。 She knew that for every child she taught to read and write
she opened； if ever so little； the door of opportunity； and she was happy in
the consciousness of performing a duty which seemed all the more
imperative because newly discovered。 Her zeal； indeed； for the time
being was like that of an early Christian； who was more willing than not to
die for his faith。 Rena had fully and firmly made up her mind to sacrifice
her life upon this altar。 Her absorption in the work had not been without
its reward； for thereby she had been able to keep at a distance the spectre
of her lost love。 Her dreams she could not control； but she banished
Tryon as far as possible from her waking thoughts。
When Wain's attentions became obviously personal； Rena's new vestal
instinct took alarm； and she began to apprehend his character more clearly。
She had long ago learned that his pretensions to wealth were a sham。 He
was nominal owner of a large plantation； it is true； but the land was worn
out； and mortgaged to the limit of its security value。 His reputed droves
of cattle and hogs had dwindled to a mere handful of lean and listless
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brutes。
Her clear eye； when once set to take Wain's measure； soon fathomed
his shallow； selfish soul； and detected； or at least divined； behind his mask
of good…nature a lurking brutality which filled her with vague distrust；
needing only occasion to develop it into active apprehension；occasion
which was not long wanting。 She avoided being alone with him at home
by keeping carefully with the women of the house。 If she were left
alone；and they soon showed a tendency to leave her on any pretext
whenever Wain came near；she would seek her own room and lock the
door。 She preferred not to offend Wain； she was far away from home and
in a measure in his power； but she dreaded his compliments and sickened
at his smile。 She was also compelled to hear his relations sing his
praises。
〃My son Jeff；〃 old Mrs。 Wain would say； 〃is de bes' man you ever seed。
His fus' wife had de easies' time an' de happies' time er ary woman in dis
settlement。 He's grieve' fer her a long time； but I reckon he's gittin' over
it； an' de nex' 'oman w'at marries him'll git a box er pyo' gol'； ef I does say
it as is his own mammy。〃
Rena had thought Wain rather harsh with his household； except in her
immediate presence。 His mother and sister seemed more or less afraid of
him； and the children often anxious to avoid him。
One day； he timed his visit to the schoolhouse so as to walk home with
Rena through the woods。 When she became aware of his purpose； she
called to one of the children who was loitering behind the others； 〃Wait a
minute； Jenny。 I'm going your way； and you can walk along with me。〃
Wain with difficulty hid a scowl behind a smiling front。 When they
had gone a little distance along the road through the woods； he clapped his
hand upon his pocket。
〃I declare ter goodness；〃 he exclaimed； 〃ef I ain't dropped my pocket…
knife！ I thought I felt somethin' slip th'ough dat hole in my pocket jes' by
the big pine stump in the schoolhouse ya'd。 Jinny； chile； run back an'
hunt fer my knife； an' I'll give yer five cents ef yer find it。 Me an' Miss
Rena'll walk on slow 'tel you ketches us。〃
Rena did not dare to object； though she was afraid to be alone with this
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man。 If she could have had a moment to think； she would have
volunteered to go back with Jenny and look for the knife； which； although
a palpable subterfuge on her part； would have been one to which Wain
could not object； but the child； dazzled by the prospect of reward； had
darted back so quickly that this way of escape was cut off。 She was
evidently in for a declaration of love； which she had taken infinite pains to
avoid。 Just the form it would assume； she could not foresee。 She was
not long left in suspense。 No sooner was the child well out of sight than
Wain threw his arms suddenly about her waist and smilingly attempted to
kiss her。
Speechless with fear and indignation； she tore herself from his grasp
with totally unexpected force； and fled incontinently along the forest path。
Wainwho； to do him justice； had merely meant to declare his passion in
what he had hoped might prove a not unacceptable fashionfollowed in
some alarm； expostulating and apologizing as he went。 But he was heavy
and Rena was light； and fear lent wings to her feet。 He followed her until
he saw her enter the house of Elder Johnson； the father of several of her
pupils； after which he sneaked uneasily homeward； somewhat
apprehensive of the consequences of his abrupt wooing； which was
evidently open to an unfavorable construction。 When； an hour later；
Rena sent one of the Johnson children for some of her things； with a
message explaining that the teacher had been invited to spend a few days
at Elder Johnson's； Wain felt a pronounced measure of relief。 For an hour
he had even thought it might be better to relinquish his pursuit。 With a
fatuousness born of vanity； however； no sooner had she sent her excuse
than he began to look upon her visit to Johnson's as a mere exhibition of
coyness； which； together with her conduct in the woods； was merely
intended to lure him on。
Right upon the heels of the perturbation caused by Wain's conduct；
Rena discovered that Tryon lived in the neighborhood； that not only might
she meet him any day upon the highway； but that he had actually driven by
the schoolhouse。 That he knew or would know of her proximity there
could be no possible doubt； since she had freely told his mother her name
and her home。 A hot wave of shame swept over her at the thought that
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George Tryon might imagine she were following him； throwing herself in
his way； and at the thought of the construction which he might place upon
her actions。 Caught thus between two emotional fires； at the very time
when her school duties； owing to the approaching exhibition； demanded
all her energies； Rena was subjected to a physical and mental strain that
only youth and health could have resisted； and then only for a short time。
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XXIX
PLATO EARNS HALF A DOLLAR
Tryon's first feeling； when his mother at the dinner…table gave an
account of her visit to the schoolhouse in the woods； was one of extreme
annoyance。 Why； of all created beings； should this particular woman be
chosen to teach the colored school at Sandy Run？ Had she learned that
he lived in the neighborhood； and had she sought the place hoping that he
might consent to renew； on different terms； relations which could never be
resumed upon their former footing？ Six weeks before； he would not
have believed her capable of following him； but his last visit to Patesville
had revealed her character in such a light that it was difficult to predict
what she might do。 It was； however； no affair of his。 He was done with
her； he had dismissed her from his own life； where she had never properly
belonged； and he had filled her place； or would soon fill it； with another
and worthier woman。 Even his mother； a woman of keen discernment
and delicate intuitions； had been deceived by this girl's specious exterior。
She had brought away from her interview of the morning the impression
that Rena was a fine； pure spirit； born out of place； through some freak of
Fate； devoting herself with heroic self…sacrifice to a noble cause。 Well；
he had imagined her just as pure and fine； and she had deliberately； with a
negro's low cunning； deceived him into believing that she was a white girl。
The pretended confession of the brother； in which he had spoken of
