the house behind the cedars(雪松后的房子)-第44章
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despised race。
At noon he halted at a convenient hamlet； fed and watered his mare；
and resumed his journey after an hour's rest。 By this time he had well…
nigh forgotten about the legal business that formed the ostensible occasion
for his journey； and was conscious only of a wild desire to see the woman
whose image was beckoning him on to Patesville as fast as his horse could
take him。
At sundown he stopped again； about ten miles from the town； and
cared for his now tired beast。 He knew her capacity； however； and
calculated that she could stand the additional ten miles without injury。
The mare set out with reluctance； but soon settled resignedly down into a
steady jog。
Memory had hitherto assailed Tryon with the vision of past joys。 As
he neared the town； imagination attacked him with still more moving
images。 He had left her； this sweet flower of womankindwhite or not；
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God had never made a fairer！he had seen her fall to the hard pavement；
with he knew not what resulting injury。 He had left her tender framethe
touch of her finger…tips had made him thrill with happiness to be lifted
by strange hands； while he with heartless pride had driven deliberately
away； without a word of sorrow or regret。 He had ignored her as
completely as though she had never existed。 That he had been deceived
was true。 But had he not aided in his own deception？ Had not Warwick
told him distinctly that they were of no family； and was it not his own fault
that he had not followed up the clue thus given him？ Had not Rena
compared herself to the child's nurse； and had he not assured her that if she
were the nurse； he would marry her next day？ The deception had been
due more to his own blindness than to any lack of honesty on the part of
Rena and her brother。 In the light of his present feelings they seemed to
have been absurdly outspoken。 He was glad that he had kept his
discovery to himself。 He had considered himself very magnanimous not
to have exposed the fraud that was being perpetrated upon society： it was
with a very comfortable feeling that he now realized that the matter was as
profound a secret as before。
〃She ought to have been born white；〃 he muttered； adding weakly； 〃I
would to God that I had never found her out！〃
Drawing near the bridge that crossed the river to the town； he pictured
to himself a pale girl； with sorrowful； tear…stained eyes； pining away in the
old gray house behind the cedars for love of him； dying； perhaps； of a
broken heart。 He would hasten to her； he would dry her tears with kisses；
he would express sorrow for his cruelty。
The tired mare had crossed the bridge and was slowly toiling up Front
Street； she was near the limit of her endurance； and Tryon did not urge her。
They might talk the matter over； and if they must part； part at least
they would in peace and friendship。 If he could not marry her； he would
never marry any one else； it would be cruel for him to seek happiness
while she was denied it； for； having once given her heart to him； she could
never； he was sure；so instinctively fine was her nature；she could never
love any one less worthy than himself； and would therefore probably never
marry。 He knew from a Clarence acquaintance； who had written him a
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letter； that Rena had not reappeared in that town。
If he should discoverthe chance was one in a thousandthat she was
white； or if he should find it too hard to leave herah； well！ he was a
white man； one of a race born to command。 He would make her white；
no one beyond the old town would ever know the difference。 If；
perchance； their secret should be disclosed； the world was wide； a man of
courage and ambition； inspired by love； might make a career anywhere。
Circumstances made weak men； strong men mould circumstances to do
their bidding。 He would not let his darling die of grief； whatever the
price must be paid for her salvation。 She was only a few rods away from
him now。 In a moment he would see her； he would take her tenderly in
his arms； and heart to heart they would mutually forgive and forget； and；
strengthened by their love； would face the future boldly and bid the world
do its worst。
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XXIII
THE GUEST OF HONOR
The evening of the party arrived。 The house had been thoroughly
cleaned in preparation for the event； and decorated with the choicest
treasures of the garden。 By eight o'clock the guests had gathered。 They
were all mulattoes；all people of mixed blood were called 〃mulattoes〃 in
North Carolina。 There were dark mulattoes and bright mulattoes。 Mis'
Molly's guests were mostly of the bright class； most of them more than
half white； and few of them less。 In Mis' Molly's small circle； straight
hair was the only palliative of a dark complexion。 Many of the guests
would not have been casually distinguishable from white people of the
poorer class。 Others bore unmistakable traces of Indian ancestry；for
Cherokee and Tuscarora blood was quite widely diffused among the free
negroes of North Carolina； though well…nigh lost sight of by the curious
custom of the white people to ignore anything but the negro blood in those
who were touched by its potent current。 Very few of those present had
been slaves。 The free colored people of Patesville were numerous
enough before the war to have their own 〃society；〃 and human enough to
despise those who did not possess advantages equal to their own； and at
this time they still looked down upon those who had once been held in
bondage。 The only black man present occupied a chair which stood on a
broad chest in one corner； and extracted melody from a fiddle to which a
whole generation of the best people of Patesville had danced and made
merry。 Uncle Needham seldom played for colored gatherings； but made
an exception in Mis' Molly's case； she was not white； but he knew her past；
if she was not the rose； she had at least been near the rose。 When the
company had gathered； Mary B。； as mistress of ceremonies； whispered to
Uncle Needham； who tapped his violin sharply with the bow。
〃Ladies an' gent'emens； take yo' pa'dners fer a Fuhginny reel！〃
Mr。 Wain； as the guest of honor； opened the ball with his hostess。 He
wore a broadcloth coat and trousers； a heavy glittering chain across the
spacious front of his white waistcoat； and a large red rose in his buttonhole。
If his boots were slightly run down at the heel； so trivial a detail passed
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unnoticed
