The Heart of the Hills eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 340 pages of information about The Heart of the Hills.

“Oh, I know it,” she sobbed.  “I couldn’t believe it at first, but I know it now”—­she began to drop back into her old speech—­“they come down in the mountains, and grandpap was nice to ’em, and when we come up here they was nice to us.  But down thar and up here we was just queer and funny to ’em—­an’ we’re that way yit.  They’re good-hearted an’ they’d do anything in the world fer us, but we ain’t their kind an’ they ain’t ourn.  They knowed it and we didn’t—­but I know it now.”

So that was the reason Marjorie had hesitated when Jason asked her to go to the dance with him.

“Then why did she go?” he burst out.  He had mentioned no name even, but Mavis had been following his thoughts.

“Any gal ‘ud do that fer fun,” she answered, “an’ to git even with Gray.”

“Why do you reckon—­”

“That don’t make no difference—­she wants to git even with me, too.”

Jason wheeled sharply, but before his lips could open Mavis had sprung to her feet.

“No, I hain’t!” she cried hotly, and rushed into the house.

Jason sat on under the stars, brooding.  There was no need for another word between them.  Alike they saw the incident and what it meant; they felt alike, and alike both would act.  A few minutes later his mother came out on the porch.

“Whut’s the matter with Mavis?”

“You’ll have to ask her, mammy.”

With a keen look at the boy, Martha Hawn went back into the house, and Jason heard Steve’s heavy tread behind him.

“I know whut the matter is,” he drawled.  “Thar hain’t nothin’ the matter ‘ceptin’ that Mavis ain’t the only fool in this hyeh fambly.”

Jason was furiously silent, and Steve walked chuckling to the railing of the porch and spat over it through his teeth and fingers.  Then he looked up at the stars and yawned, and with his mouth still open, went casually on: 

“I seed Arch Hawn in town this mornin’.  He says folks is a-hand-grippin’ down thar in the mountains right an’ left.  Thar’s a truce on betwixt the Hawns an’ Honeycutts an’ they’re gittin’ ready fer the election together.”

The lad did not turn his head nor did his lips open.

“These fellers up here tried to bust our county up into little pieces once—­an’ do you know why?  Bekase we was so lawless.”  Steve laughed sayagely.  “They’re gittin’ wuss’n we air.  They say we stole the State fer that bag o’ wind, Bryan, when we’d been votin’ the same way fer forty years.  Now they’re goin’ to gag us an’ tie us up like a yearlin’ calf.  But folks in the mountains ain’t a-goin’ to do much bawlin’—­they’re gittin’ ready.”

Still Jason refused to answer, but Steve saw that the lad’s hands and mouth were clenched.

“They’re gittin’ ready,” he repeated, “an’ I’ll be thar.”


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