It was the one
bright thing in a universe of blackness, until, as he came suddenly upon an
elevation, the trees parted and he saw the windows of his home glowing upon
the night. As he looked a great peace fell over him, and he rode on,
thanking God.
When he turned into the drive, his past anxiety appeared to him to be
ridiculous, and as he glanced from the clear lights in the great house to
the chain of lesser ones that stretched along the quarters, he laughed
aloud in the first exhilaration of his relief. This at least was safe, God
keep the others.
At his first call as he alighted before the portico, Hosea came running for
his horse, and when he entered the house, the cheerful face of Uncle
Shadrach looked out from the dining room.
"Hi! Marse Peyton, I 'lowed you wuz gwine ter spen' de night."
"Oh, I had to get back, Shadrach," replied the Governor. "No, I won't take
any supper--you needn't bring it--but give me a glass of Burgundy, and then
go to bed. Where is your mistress, by the way? Has she gone to her room?"
Uncle Shadrach brought the bottle of Burgundy from the cellaret and placed
it upon the table.
"Naw, suh, Miss July she set out ter de quarters ter see atter Mahaley," he
returned. "Mahaley she's moughty bad off, but 'tain' no night fur Miss
July--dat's w'at I tell 'er--one er dese yer spittin' nights ain' no night
ter be out in."
"You're right, Shadrach, you're right," responded the Governor; and rising
he drank the wine standing.
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