Dramatis Persona for Andrew the Glad by Maria Thompson Davies. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Narrator, read by like many waters. Major Buchanan, read by Larry Wilson. Matilda Buchanan, read by Lynette Calkins. David Kildare, read by Adam Yelka. Phoebe Donaldson, read by Kay Hand. Caroline Dara Brown, read by The Story Girl. Andrew Sevier, read by Adrian Stevens. Tempe, read by Tricia G. Mrs. Cherry Lawrence, read by Christine Layman. Billy Bob Overton. Tom Cantrell. Jeff, read by E.J. Wally. Millie Overton. Mistake. Red by Lianea. Polly Farrell, read by Katharina Glovala. Mrs. Pate, read by T.J. Burns. Mrs. Pate and Kendrick, read by Julie Birks. Thompson Cabas. Telephone Repairman, read by Lorda. Captain Cantrell, voiced by Eddie Elfman. Jake and Others, read by Josiah. End of Dramatis Persona. Chapter 1 of Andrew the Glad by Maria Thompson Davies. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Chapter 1 The Heart Trap There are some women who abrew mystery from the decoction of even a very simple life. Matilda is one of them. Remarked the major to himself, as he filled his pipe and settled himself before his high-piled, violet-flamed logs. And it was waxing strong at her this morning, and an excitement will arrive shortly. Now I wonder... Howdy, Major. Came in a mockingly lugubrious voice from the hall. And David Kildare blew into the room. He looked disappointedly around, dropped into a chair, and lowered his voice another note. Seen Phoebe. He demanded. No, haven't you? Answered the major as he lighted his pipe and regarded the man opposite him with a large smile of welcome. Not for three days hand-running. She's been over to see Andy with Mrs. Matilda twice, and I've missed her both times. Now how's that for luck? Well, said the major reflectively. In the terms of modern parlance, you certainly are up against it. And did it ever occur to you that a man with three ribs broken and a dislocated collarbone, who has written a play and a sprinkle of poems, is likely to interest Phoebe Donaldson enormously? There is nothing like poetry to implant divine passion, and Andrew is undoubtedly of a poetic stamp. Oh, poetry hang. It's more Andy's three ribs than anything else. He just looks pale and smiles at all of them. He always did have yellow-dog eyes, the sad kind. I'd like to smash all two dozen of his ribs. And Kildare slashed at his own sturdy legs with his crop. He had dropped in with his usual morning's tale of woe to confide in Major Buchanan, and he had found him, as always, ready to hand out an incendiary brand of sympathy. He ought not to have more than twenty-three. One on the right side should be missing. Some women's got it, maybe Phoebe. Said the major with deadly intent. Nothing of the kind. I'm shy of rib myself, and Phoebe is it.  It's the real psychic thing. Only she doesn't seem to get hold of her end of the wire like she might. Don't trust her, David. Don't trust her. You see his being injured in Panama building bridges for his country, while you sat here idly reading the newspapers about it. Has had its appeal. I know it's dangerous, but you ought to want Phoebe to soothe his fevered brow. Nothing is too good for a hero this side of Mason and Dixon's, my son. The major eyed his victim with calculating coolness, gauging just how much more of the baiting he would stand. He was disappointed to see that the train of explosives he had laid failed to take fire.  They are giving him the cheer up all day long. When I left, Mrs. Shelby was up there talking to him, and Mrs. Sherry Lawrence and Tom had just come in. Mrs. Sherry had brought him several fresh eggs. She had got them from Phoebe. I sent them to her from the farm this morning, rode out and coaxed the hens for them myself. Now, isn't a brainstorm up to me? Well, I don't know. Answered the major in a judicial tone of voice. You wouldn't have them neglect him, would you? Well, what about me? Demanded David dolefully. I haven't any green eyes, because I'm trusting Andy, not Phoebe. But neglect is just withering my leaves. I haven't seen her alone for two weeks. She is always over there with Mrs. Matilda and the rest soothing the fevered brow. Say, Major, give Mrs. Matilda the hint. The chump isn't really sick anymore. Hint that a little less- David, sir. Interrupted the major. It takes more than a hint to stop a woman when she takes an ocean to nurse an attractive man.  And depend upon it. It is the poetry that makes them hover him, not the ribs. Well, you just stop her and that'll stop them. Said David wrathfully. David killed dare. Answered the major dryly. I have been married to her nearly forty years, and I've never stopped her doing anything yet. Stopping a wife is one of the bride notions a man had better give up early in the matrimonial state if he expects to hold the bride. And bride-holding ought to be the life-job of a man who is rash enough to undertake one. Do you think Phoebe and bride will ever rhyme together, Major? Asked David in a tone of deepest depression. I can't see to hear them ever, jingle. Yes, Dave, the Almighty will meter it out to her some day, and I hope he will help you when he does. I can't manage my wife. She's a moderate woman. Now what are we going to do about them? And the major smiled quizzically at the perturbed young man standing on the rug in front of the fire. Well... Answered Kildare with a spark in his eyes as he flaked a bit of mud from his boots which were splashed from his morning ride. When I get Phoebe Donaldson, I'm going to whip her. And very broad and tall and strong was young David, but not in the least formidable as to expression. Dave, my boy. Answered the Major in a tone of the deepest respect. I hope you will do it, if you get the chance. But you won't. Thirty-eight years ago last summer I felt the same way. But I've had a long time to make up my mind to it. And I haven't done it yet. Anyway... Rejoined his victim. There's just this to it. She has got to accept me kindly, affectionately, and in a ladylike manner, where I'm going to be the villain and make some sort of rough house to frighten her into. David... Said the Major with emphasis. Don't count on frightening a woman into compliance in an affair of the affections.  Now, my wife... Oh, Mrs. Matilda never could have been like that. Interrupted David miserably. Boy... Answered the Major solemnly. If I were to give you a succinct account of the writings of my soul one summer over a California man, the agony you are enduring would seem the extremity of insignificance. Heavenly hope, Major. Did you have to go up against the Other Man game, too? I seem to have been standing by with a basket picking up chips of Phoebe's lovers for a long lifetime. Tom, Hobb, Pate, Wittowers, and flocks of new Fledges. But I had an idea that you must have been the first and only with Mrs. Matilda. Well, it sometimes happens, David, that the individuality of all of a woman's first loves gets so merged into that of the last that it would be difficult for her to differentiate them herself. And it is best to keep her happily employed so she doesn't try. Well, all I can say for you, Major. Interrupted Kildare with a laugh. Is that your 40 years' work shows some.  I'll never do it in the world. I can get up and talk a jury into seeing things my way. But I get cross-brained when I put things to Phoebe. That reminds me, that case on old Jim Cross for getting tangled up with some fussy hens in Latimer's henhouse week before last is called for today at 12 sharp. I'm due to put the old body through and pay the fine and costs. Only the third time this year. I'm thinking of buying him a hen farm to save myself the trouble. Goodbye, sir. David. David. Laughed the Major. Beware of your growing responsibilities. Cap Hobson reported that sensation of yours before the grand jury over that negro and policeman trouble. The Darkies will put up your portrait beside that of Father Abe on Emancipation Day and you will be in danger of passing down to posterity by the Public Spirit Fameshoot. Your record will be in the annals of the city if you don't mind. Not much danger, Major. Answered to David with a smile. I'm just a glad man with not enough balance to run the rail of any kind of heavy-track affairs. David. Said the Major with a sudden sadness coming into his voice and eyes. To the greatest men I ever knew we called the glad man, the boy's father, Andrew Severe. We called him Andrew the Glad.  I've always known what a sorrow it was to you, Major, and it is the bitterness that is eating the heart out of Andy. What was it all about exactly, sir? I've always wanted to ask you. David looked into the Major's stern old eyes with such a depth of sympathy in his young ones that a barrier suddenly melted and with the tone of bestowing an honour the old fire-eater told the tale of the sorrow of his youth. Gaming was in his blood, David, and we all knew it and protected him from high play always. We were impoverished gentlemen who were building fences and restoring war-devastated lands and we played in our shabby club with a minimum stake and a maximum zest for the sport. But that night we had no control over him. He had been playing in secret with Peter's Browns for weeks and had lost heavily. When we had closed up the game he called for the dice and challenged Brown to square their account. They threw again and again with luck on the same grim side. I saw him stake first his horses, then his bank account, and lose. Hayes Donaldson and I started to remonstrate, but he silenced us with a look. Then he drew a hurried transference of his upper Cumberland property and put it on the table. They threw again and he lost. Then he smiled and with a steady hand wrote a conveyance of his home implantation, the last things he had as we knew, and laid that on the table. No, Major. Exclaimed David with positive horror in his voice. Yes, it was Madness Boy. Answered the Major. Brown turned his ivories and we held our breath as we read his four-three. A mad joy flamed in Andrew's face and he turned his cup with a steady wrist and rolled threes. We none of us looked at Brown, a man who had led another man in whose veins ran a madness where in his ran ice onto his ruin. We followed Andrew to the street to see him right away in a gray drizzle to a gambled home and a wife and son. That morning deeds were drawn, signed, witnessed, and delivered to Brown in his office. Then. Then. The Major's thin, powerful old hands grasped the arm of his chair. We found him in the twilight under the clump of cedars that crowned the hill which overlooked a deep mead farm. Broad acres of land that the Seviers had granted them from Virginia. Dead. His pistol under his shoulder and a smile on his face. Just so he had looked as he rode to the head of our crack-grey regiment in that hell-reaking charge at Perryville. And it was such a smile we had followed into the trenches at Franklin. Stalbert, Dashing, Joyous, Andrew. How we had all loved him. Our man of smiles. And anything ever make it up to you, Major? Asked David softly. As he spoke he refilled the Major's pipe and handed it to him, not appearing to notice how the lean old hand shook. You do, sir. Answered the Major, with a spark coming back into his eyes. You and your gladness and the boy in his... sadness. And fee be most of all. But don't let me keep you from your Henry's defense. I agree with you that a hen farm will be the cheapest course for you to take with old Cross. Give him my respects and good-bye to you. The Major's dismissal was gallant and David went his way with sympathy and admiration in his gay heart for the old fire-eater whose ashes had been so stirred. The Major resumed his contemplation of the fire. Hardy burning logs make good companions for a philosopher like the Major, and such times when his depths were troubled, he was want to trust to them for companionship. But into any mood of absorption, no matter how deep, the Major was always ready to welcome Mrs. Matilda, and his expectations on the subject of her adventures had been fully realized. As usual, she had begun her tale in the exact center of the adventure, with full liberty left herself to work back to the beginning or forward to the close. And the mystery of it all, Matilda, is the mystery of love. Warm, contradictory, cruel human love that the Almighty puts in the heart of a man to draw the unreasoning heart of a woman. Sometimes to bruise and crush it, seldom to kill it outright. Mary Caroline only followed her call. Answered the Major, responding to her random lead patiently. I know, Major. Yes, I know. Answered his wife, as she laid her hand on the arm of his chair. Mary Caroline struggled against it, but it was stronger than she was. It wasn't the love of Mary and a man who had been on the other side. So many girls did marry union officers as soon as they could come back down to get them, but the kind of enemy he was. Yes, said the Major thoughtfully. It would take a wider garment of love to cover a man with a carpet bag in his hand than a soldier in a Yankee uniform. The Conqueror, who looked around as he was fighting, and then came back to trade on the necessities of the Conqueror, cuts but a sorry figure, Matilda, but a sorry figure. And Mary Caroline felt it too, Major, but she couldn't help it, said Mrs. Buchanan, with a catch in her voice. The night before she ran away to marry him, she spent with me, for you were away across the river, and all night we talked. She told me, not that she was going, but how she cared. She said it bitterly over and over. Peter's brown the carpet bagger, and I love him. I tried to comfort her as best I could, but it was useless. He was a thief to steal her, just a child. There was a bitterness and contempt in Mrs. Matilda's usually tender voice. She sat up very straight, and there was a sparkle in her bright eyes. And the girl, continued the Major thoughtfully, was born as her mother died. He'd never let the mother come back, and he never brought the child. Now he's dead. I wonder. I wonder. We've got a claim on that girl. Matilda, we... And dear, that is just what I have come back in such a hurry to tell you about. I felt it so. I haven't been able to say it right away. I began by talking about Mary Caroline, and I... I... Why, Matilda? said the Major, in vague alarm at the tremble in his wife's voice. He laid his hand over hers on the arm of his chair with a warm clasp. It's just this, Major. You know how happy I have been. We all have been. Over the wonderful statue that has been given in memory of the women of the Confederacy made at home and fed the children and slaves while the men fought? As you advised them, they have decided to put it in the park just to the left of the Temple of Arts on the very spot where General Dara had his last gun fired and spiked just before he fell in just as the surrender came. It's strange, isn't it, that no one knows who's given it? Perhaps it was because you and David and I were talking last night about what he should say about General Dara when he made the presentation of the sketches of the statue and the opening of the art exhibition in the Temple of Arts tonight. That made me dream about Mary Caroline all night. It is also strange. Again, Mrs. Buchanan paused with a half sob in her voice. Why, what is it, Matilda? The Major asked as he turned and looked at her anxiously. It's a wonderful thing that has happened, Major. Something I don't know what just made me go out to the Temple this morning to see the sketches of the statue which came yesterday. I felt I couldn't wait until tonight to see them. Oh, they are so lovely.  As I stood before the case and looked at them, the tragedy of all the long fight came back to me.  I knew her instantly for I was looking straight into Mary Caroline's own purple eyes. Then I just opened my arms and held her close, calling Mary Caroline's name over and over. There was no one else in the great room, and it was quiet and solemn and still. Then she put her hand against my face and looked at me and said in the loveliest, tenderest voice, It's my mother's Matilda, isn't it? I have the old daguerreotype. And I smiled back and we kissed each other and cried and then cried some more. I haven't a doubt of those tears. Answered the Major in a suspiciously gruff voice. But where's the girl? Why didn't you bring her right back with you? She is ours, Matilda, that purple-eyed girl. When is she coming? Call Tempe and tell her to have Jane get those two South Wing rooms ready right away. I want Jeff to fill up the decanters with fifty-six clarinet, too, and to put— Wait, Major, I couldn't get her to come home with me. We went out into the sunshine and for a long drive into the country. We talked and talked. It is the saddest thing in the world, but she is convinced that her mother's people are not going to like her. She has been taught that we are so prejudiced. I think she has found out about the carpet-bagging.  She came because she couldn't help it. She just wanted to see her mother's country. She's only been here two days. She intends to steal away back now, over to Europe, I think. I tried to make her see. Matilda— Said the Major sternly.  Carpet-bagging indeed. Mary Caroline's girl with purple eyes. Did Old Brown have any purple eyes I'd like to know? I made her promise not to go until tomorrow. I think she would feel differently if we could get her to stay a little while. I want her to stay. She is so lonely. My little boy loved Mary Caroline and grieved for her when she went away. I feel I must have this child to comfort for a time at least. Of course she must stay. Did she promise she wouldn't slip away from you? Yes, but I'm uneasy. I think I will go down to her hotel right now. Do you mind about being alone for lunch? Does Tempe get your coffee right? She does pretty well considering she hasn't been tasting it for thirty years. But you go get that child, Matilda. Bring her right back with you. Don't stop to argue with her. I'll attend to all that later. Just bring her home. And as Mrs. Buchanan departed, the Major rose and stood at the window until he saw her get into her carriage and be driven out of sight. Looking down the vista of the Long Street, his eyes had a far away tender light. And as he turned and took up his pipe from the table, his thoughts slipped back into the province of memory. He settled himself in his chair before his fire to muse a bit between the whiffs of his heartleaf. And Mary Caroline Dara's girl had come home. Home to her own he mused. There was a mystery in it. The mystery that sometimes brands the unborn. Brown had never let Mary Caroline come back and the few letters she had written had told them little of the life she led. The constraint had wrung his wife's yearning heart. Only a letter had come when somehow the news had reached her of the death of Matilda's boy. And it had been wild and sweet and a throb with her love of them. And in its pages her own hopes for the spring were confessed in a passion of desire to give and claim sympathy. She had been born and she was dead and buried before they had heard of it. Twenty three years ago and Matilda's grief for her own child had always been mingled with love and longing for the motherless, unattainable young thing across the distance. Brown had kept the girl to himself and had never brought her back because he dared not. The major's powerful old hands ride the round the arms of his chair and his eyes glowed into the embers like live sparks. It was years, nearly thirty years ago but, God, how the tragedy of it came back. The hot blood beat into his veins and he could feel it and see it all. Would the picture always burn in his brain? Nearly thirty years ago. The logs crashed apart in the hearth and with a start the major rose to his feet. A tear dashed aside under his shaggy old eyebrows. He would go back to his immortals and forget. Perhaps Phoebe would come in for lunch. That would make forgetting easier. Where had the girl been for the last few days? He smiled as he found himself in something of David's dismay at not having seen the busy young woman for quite a time. And perhaps it was an hour later that, as he sat in the breakfast room partaking of his lunch in solitary comfort, lost to the world, his wish for her brought its materialization. He had the morning's paper propped up before him and an outspread book rested by his plate while he held a large volume balanced on his knee which he paused occasionally to consult. Mrs. Buchanan had telephoned that she would be home with her guest at five o'clock and his mind was filled with pleasant anticipation. But there was never a time with the major, no matter how filled the life was around him with the excitement of events, the echo of joy or woe, the clash of social strife or the turmoil of vaster interests when he failed to be able to plunge into his books and lose himself completely. He was in the act of consuming a remnant of corn muffin and a draft from his paper at the same time when he heard a merry voice in laughing greeting to Jeff and the rose-damus curtains that hung between the breakfast room and the hall parted, framed against their heavy folds. She was the freshest, most radiant, tailor-made vision imaginable and the major smiled a large, joyful smile at the side of her. Come in, come in, my dear. You are just in time for a hot muffin and a fried chicken wing. He exclaimed as he rose and drew her to the table. The old volume crashed to the floor unheeded. Oh, no, major, thank you. I couldn't think of it. Exclaimed Phoebe. I'm lunching on a glass of malted milk and a raw egg these days. I lost a pound and three-quarters last week and I feel so slim and graceful. As she spoke, she ran her hands down the charming lines of her tall figure and turned slowly around for him to get the full effect of her loss. She was most beautifully set up and the long lines melted into curves where gracious curves ought to be. Nonsense, nonsense, Phoebe Donaldson. Exclaimed the major. Every pound is an added charm. Sit here beside me. And he drew her into a chair at the corner of the table. In a twinkling of her black eyes, Timpy had served her with the golden muffins and crisp chicken. With a long sigh of absolute rapture, Phoebe resigned herself to the inevitable crash of her resolutions. Ah, I was never so miserable and so happy in all my life before, she said. I'm so hungry and I'm so stout and these muffins are wickedly delicious. Phoebe. Said the major sternly. Instead of starving yourself to death, you need to lie awake at night with lovers' troubles. While the summer I courted Matilda, I could have wrapped my belt around me twice. I have never been portly since. This loving you need. Good, hard, miserable loving. Didn't you ever hear of a lean and hungry lover? Your conduct is positively... Ah, have another muffin. And this little slice of upper joit. I say positively unwomenly, inhuman. Are there no depths of pity in your breast? Is your bosom adamant? When did you see David kill there? He is in a most pitiable condition. I left here not an hour ago, and I felt... Don't worry over David, please, major. Said Phoebe as she paused with a bit of buttered muffin suspended on the way to her white teeth. He is the most riotously. Thank you, Tempe, just one more. Happy individual I know. What he wants he has and he sees to it that he has what he wants. To which add a most glorious leisure in which to want and have. Phoebe? David Kildare has an aching void in his heart that weighs just one hundred and thirty-six pounds. Lucky now I believe one and three-quarters pounds plus three muffins and a half chicken. How can you be so heartless? The major bent a benignly stern glance upon her which she returned with the utmost unconcern. He did not see you all of yesterday or the day before and only once on Monday. And then you... That sounds like one of those rhyming calendars, my dear major. Monday I am going far away. Tuesday I'll be busy all the day. Wednesday is the day I study French. Thursday is the...  The major laughed delightedly. Phoebe, some day you will be held responsible as David Kildare's... But my dear major... Interrupted Phoebe. How could I be expected to work all day for raiment and food with malted milk and eggs at the price they are now and then be responsible for such a perfectly irresponsible person as David Kildare? Why just yesterday while I was writing up the feral debutante tea with the devil waiting at my elbows for copy and the composing room in a stew he called me twice over the wire. He knew better, but didn't care. Still, my dear, still it's love. Said the major as he looked at her thoughtfully and dropped the banter that had been in his voice since she had come in. A voice? Perhaps. But I think not. You'll see. It's a call. A call that must be answered sometime, child. And a mystery. For a moment the major sat and looked deep into the gray eyes raised to his in quick responsiveness to the change in his mood. Don't trifle with love, girl. It's God Almighty's dour to a woman. It's hers, though she pays a bitter price for it. It's a wonder and a worker of wonders.  Major!  He says he'll hold you and me responsible, sir. A quick flush rose to Phoebe's cheeks and she laughed as she collected her notebook and pinned down her veil all in the same tune with a view to instant flight. She gave neither the major nor Tempe time for remonstrance. Why? She called from the hall. I only came in to tell Mrs. Matilda that I would meet her at the Cantrell T at 5.15 and afterward we could make that visit together. The muffins were divine. Tempe? remarked the major as he looked up at her over the devastated table with an imperturbable smile. I have decided positively that women are just half-breed angels with devil markings all over their dispositions. And having received which admonition with the deepest respect, Tempe immediately fell into a perfect whirlwind of guest preparations which involved the pompous Jefferson, her husband, and the meek Jane, her daughter. The major issued her numberless, perfectly impossible but solicitous orders and then retired to his library chair with his mind at ease and his books at hand. And it was in the violet-flamed dusk as he sat with his immortal friends ranged around that Mrs. Matilda brought the treasure home to him. She was a very lovely thing, a fragrant flower of a woman with the tender shyness of a child in her manner as she laid her hands in his outheld to her with his courtly old-world grace. My dear, my dear... He said as he drew her near to him Here's a welcome that's been ready for twenty years.  Did you think you could get away from Matilda and me when we've been waiting for you all this time? I may have thought so, but when I saw her I knew I couldn't. Didn't want to, even. She answered him in a low voice that hinted of close-lying tears. Child, Matilda has had a heart trap ready for you ever since you were born, in case she sighted you in the open. It's baited with a silver rattle, doll-babies, sugar-plums, the ashes of twenty years' roses, the fragrance of every violet she has seen, and lately an aggregation of every eligible masculine heart in this part of the country has been added. She caught you fairer. Walk in and help yourself. It's all yours. End of Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Of Andrew the Glad by Maria Thompson Davies This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. Chapter 2 The Ritual Well, it's a sensational, right, Major? said David as he stood in front of the Major's fire early in the morning after the ceremonies and the presentation of sketches of the statue out at the Temple of Arts. Mrs. Matilda told me the news and helped me sandwich it into my speech between that time and the open-up talk. People had asked so often who was giving the statue, laid it on so many different people, and wondered over it to such an extent, all fall that they had got tired and forgot that they didn't know all about it. When I presented in the name of Carolin Darra Brown, in the memory of her mother and her grandfather, you could have heard a pin drop for a few seconds. Then the applause was almost a sob. It was as dramatic a thing as has been handed this town in many a day. Still, it was a bit skyrocket-y, don't you think? Keeping it like that and... David interrupted the Major quickly. She never intended to tell it. She had done the business part of it through her solicitors. She never wanted us to know. I persuaded her to let it be presented in her name, myself, just before Matilda went out with you. She shrinks. Wait a minute! Major, don't get the two sides of my brain crossed. You persuaded her. She isn't in town, is she? Don't tell me she's here herself! And David ruffled his auburn forelock with a gesture of perplexity. Yes, answered the Major. Caroline Dara Brown is here, and is, I hope, going to stay for a time at least. I wanted to tell you about it yesterday, but I hadn't seen her, and I... And David, dear... interrupted Mrs. Buchanan, who had been standing by with shining eyes, waiting for an opening to break in on Kildare's astonishment with some of the details of her happiness over her discovery. I didn't tell you last night, for the Major didn't want me to, because she is so lovely.  I do want you to love her, and everybody helped me to make her feel at home. Don't mind about her father being a... you know, a carpet bagger. Three of her dark grandfathers have been governors of this state. Just think about them, and don't talk about her father or any carpet, you know. Please be good to her. Be good to her. exclaimed David heartily. Just watch me. I am loving her already for making you so happy by this down-from-the-sky drop, Mrs. Matilda. And we'll all be careful about the carpet bags. Won't even mention a rug. Lots of talk can be got out of the dead governors, I'm thinking. My welcome's getting more enthusiastic every moment. When can I hand it to her? She's rested now, and I think she ought to be quiet for today, because she has been under a strain. Answered Mrs. Buchanan, as she glanced tenderly at a closed door across the hall. Oh, I'm so glad you think you're going to love her in spite of... of... The brown graft? On the Dara family tree? Finished David quizzically, his eyes danced with delighted amusement across her puffs at the major as he added. Must have been Silversmith's dangling on most of his ancestral branches judging from his propensity for making dollars, a million or two stocks, bonds, any kind of flimflam, a major? Yes. Answered the major, as he blew a ring of smoke into the air. Yes, just about that. And any kind of flimflam. And I cannot conceive of Peter's brown rejoicing at having thirty thousand of those dollars put into an emorium to the women who sniffed at him and his carpet bags for a good twenty years after the war. But the child doesn't take any of that in. Those were twenty rich years he put in in reconstructing us, but when he took those same heavy carpet bags north he took Mary Carol Dara, the prettiest woman in the county with him. This girl, as I have said before, isn't love a strange thing, and you say the populace was astonished. Almost to the point of paralyzation. Answered David, as he filled a stray pipe with some of the major's most choice, heart-leaf tobacco. But we managed to open up the picture show all right. The entire hive of busy art bees were there in a queer kind of clothes, but proud of it. They acted as if we were dirt under their feet. They smiled on the whole glad crowd of us with pity and let us rave over the wrong pictures. The portrait of Mrs. Peyton Kendrick by the great Susie Carey Snow is, er, well, a little more of it shows than seems natural about the left-off arm, but it's a Susie Carey all right. You ought to have gone, Major. You would take with the art gang, but we didn't. We were too afraid of them.  That's why Mrs. Matilda came home so late. And I want Hobson to be nice to her, too. Continued Mrs. Buchanan, as if she had not been interrupted in planning for her guest. And Tom and Peyton Kendrick, I'll ask them to come and see her right away. Don't! Wait a bit, Mrs. Matilda! exclaimed David. Hob saw a mysterious girl in an orchid hat out in the park day before yesterday. He says his heart creaked with expansion at just the glimpse of a chin he got from under her veil. Suppose she's the girl. Let him have first innings. David remarked the Major, flag the sun, moon and stars in their courses and signal time to reverse a day or a year. But don't try to turn aside a maker of matches from her machinations. David laughed as the Major's wife shook her head at him in gentle reproof, and he asked interestingly, When may we come to call, Madam? I judge the lady is under your roof. Soon, dear. She's very tired today, and I feel sure you will. Mrs. Matilda called Timpy from the hall. Ms. Phoebe is holding the phone for you. She's at Ms. Cantrell's, and wants to speak with you right away. Wait, wait. Don't answer her right now. Ring her off, Tempy. If she has trouble getting you, Mrs. Matilda, you keep her talking and I can catch her. Let me get a good start and then answer. Goodbye. Keep talking to her. And with determination in his eyes, David took his hurried departure. Goodbye, good luck, and good hunting. Called the Major after him, and with the greatest skillfulness, Mrs. Buchanan held Phoebe in hand for enough minutes to ensure David's capture before she returned to the library. Major. She said as she rubbed her cheek against his velvet coat sleeve. Why do you suppose Phoebe doesn't love David? I can't understand it. Matilda. Answered the Major as he blew a little curl over one of the soft puffs of her white hair. You were born in a day when women were all run into a love mold. They are poured into other assorted fancy shapes in these times, but heat from the right source melts them all the same. We can trust David's ardor, I think. Yes, I believe you are right. She answered judicially. And Phoebe inherits lovin'ness from her mother. I feel that she is more affectionate than she shows, and I just go on and love her anyway. She lets me do it very often. And from the depth of her unsophisticated heart, Mrs. Buchanan had evolved a course of action that had gone far in comforting a number of the lonely years through which Phoebe Donaldson had waited. She had been young and high-spirited and intensely proud when she had begun to fight her own battles in her sixteenth year. Many loving hands of her mothers and fathers' old friends had been held out to her with a bounty of protection. But she had gone her course and carved her own fortune. Her social position had made things easy for her in a way, and now her society-editorship of the leading journal had become a position from which she yielded much power over the gay world that, delighted in her wit and beauty, took her autocratic victims in most cases and followed her vogue almost absolutely. Her independence prompted her to live alone in a small downtown apartment with her old negro mammy. But her affections demanded that she take refuge at all times under the sheltering wings of Mrs. Buchanan, who kept a dainty nest always in readiness for her. The tumultuous wooing of David Kildare had been going on since her early teens under the delighted eyes of the major, who in turn both furthered and hindered the suit by his extremely philosophical advice. Phoebe was the crystallization of an infusion of the blood of many cultured, high-bred, haughty women which had been melted in the retort of a stern necessity and had come out rather a brilliant specimen of the modern woman if a bit hard. Feud in some ways she became an alarming augury of the future, but there are always potent counter-forces at work in life's laboratory and the kind of forces that David Kildare brought to bear in his wooing were never exactly to be calculated upon, and so the major spent much time in the contemplation of the problem presented. And when she had come in after a late lunch to call upon their guest, it had been intensely interesting to the major to regard the effect of the meeting of Phoebe's and Caroline Dara's personalities. Caroline's lovely shy child's eyes had melted with delight under Phoebe's straight, gray, friendly glances and her fascination for the tall, strong, radiant woman who sat beside her had been so obvious that the major had chuckled to himself under his breath as he watched them make friends under Mrs. Matilda's poorly concealed anxiety that they should at once adopt cordial relations. And so he consented to undertake the commission for you because he was interested? Phoebe was asking as they talked about the sketches of the statue. A very great sculptor was doing the work for Caroline Dara Brown and it interested Phoebe to hear how he had consented to accept so unimportant a commission. Yes. Answered Caroline in her exquisite voice which showed only the faintest liquid trace of her southern inheritance. I told him all about it and he became interested. He is very great and simple and kind. He made it easy to show him how I felt. I couldn't tell him much except how I felt but I think it has something of that in it. Don't you think so? As she spoke she laid her white hand on the arm of Phoebe's chair and leaned forward with her dewy tender eyes looking straight into the gray ones opposite her. For a moment Phoebe returned the glance with a quiet seriousness.  I do think so. She answered with a low laugh as she arose to her feet drew Caroline up into the bend of her arm and faced Mrs. Buchanan and the major. I know the loveliness in the statue is what the great man got out of the loveliness in your heart but the major and Mrs. Matilda think so too. And I'm going quick because I must and I'm coming back as soon as I can because I'm going to find you here. That is partly major. And before they could stop her she had gone on down the hall and they heard her answer Jeff's farewell as he let her out the door. That, Caroline Dara Brown, was your first and most important conquest. Observed the major. Phoebe has a white rock heart but a crystal cracked there from is apt to turn into a jewel of price. Hers is a blood ruby friendship that pays for the wearing and cherishing but it's time for the nap Mrs. Matilda decides for me to take and I must leave you ladies to your dimity talk. With which he betook himself to his room still plainly pleased at the result of Phoebe's call on the stranger. The two women thus left to their own devices spent a delightful half hour wandering over the house and discussing its furnishings and arrangements. Mrs. Buchanan never tired of the delights of her townhome. The house was very stately and old world with its treasures of rare ancestral rosewood and mahogany that she had brought in from the seven oaks plantation. The rooms in the country home had been so crowded with treasures of bygone generations that they were scarcely dismantled by the furnishing of the townhouse. She was in her glory of domesticity and as she passed from one room to another she told Caroline bits of interesting history about this piece or that. In her naivete she let the girl see into the long hard years that had been a hand-to-hand struggle for her and the major on their worn farmlands out in the beautiful Harpeth Valley. The cropping out of phosphate on the bear fields had brought a comfortable fortune in its train to the old soldier farmer and they had moved into this townhome to spend the winter in greater accessibility to their friends. Her own particular little world had welcomed her with delight and Caroline could see that she was taking a second bell hood as if it had been an uninterrupted reign. Most of the financiers of the city were the major's old friends and they managed enormously advantageous contracts with mining companies for him and had taken him into the schemes of the mighty with the most manifest cordiality. His study became the scene of much important plot and counter-plot. They found in his mind the quality which had led them to outwit many an enemy when he scouted ahead of their tattered regiment still available when the enemy appeared under commercial or civic front. Also it naturally happened that his library gradually became the hunting grounds for Mrs. Matilda's young people who were irresistibly drawn into the circle of his ever ready sympathy. The whole tale and its telling was absorbingly interesting to Caroline Dara Brown and she listened with enraptured attention to it all. She repeated carefully the names of her mother's friends as they came up in the conversation and she was pathetically eager to know all about this world she had come back into from what already seemed to her her birth in a strange land. Two days in this country of her mother and the enchantment of traditions that had been given to her unborn was already at work with its spell and so they rambled around and talked unheeding the time until the early twilight began to fall and Mrs. Buchanan was summoned by Jeff to a consultation in the domestic regions with the autocratic tempe. Left to herself, Caroline Dara wandered back again through the rooms from one object to another that inspired the stories. It was like fairyland to her and she was in a long dream of pleasure. Out of the shadows she seemed to be drawing her wistful young mother and hand in hand they were going over the past together. When it was quite deep into the twilight she sauntered back to the crackling comfort of the major's fragrant logs a discussion with Jeff over his toilet had delayed the major in his bedroom and she found the library deserted but hospitable with firelight. How long she had been musing and castle building in the coals she scarcely knew when a step on the polished floor made her look up and with a little exclamation she rose to her full slim young height and turned to face a man who had come in with the unannounced surety of a member of the household. He was tall, broad and dark and his knickerbockers were splashed with mud and covered with clinging burrs and pine needles.  They were branches of the red coral-strung buck-bushes and Caroline had never seen them before. Their gorgeousness fairly took her breath and she exclaimed with the ingenuous delight of a child. How lovely! How lovely! She cried as she stretched out her hands for them. I never saw any before. Do they grow here? Yes. answered the man with a gleam of amusement in his dark eyes. Yes, they came from seven oaks. The fields are full of them now. Do you want them?  And they smell woodsy and piney and delicious. Thank you. I... they are lovely. I... She paused in wild confusion, looked around the room as if in search of someone and ended by burying her face in the berries. I don't know where Major Buchanan is. She murmured helplessly. Well, it doesn't matter. He said with a comforting smile as he came up beside her on the rug. They'll introduce us when they come. I'm Andrew Sevier and the bearers are yours. So what matter? Oh... said Caroline Dara in an odd voice.  Are you... really Andrew Sevier? Yes, really. He answered with another smile and a slightly puzzled expression in his own dark eyes. But I read everything I can find about you. And the papers say you are Panama. I've been so worried about you. I saw your play last week in New York and I couldn't enjoy it for wondering how you were. I wouldn't read your poem in this month's review because I was afraid you were dead. And I didn't know it. I'm so relieved. With which astonishing remark she drew a deep breath and laid her cheek against the field bouquet. I am. That is, I was smashed up in Panama until David came down and brought me home. It was awfully good of you to know that I... that I... Andrew Sevier paused as mirth, wonder, and gratitude spread in confusion over his suntanned face. How did it happen? Was it very dreadful?  Andrew shook himself mentally to see if it could possibly be a dream he was having and a little thrill shot through him at the reality of it all. Nothing interesting. End of a bridge collapsed and put a rib or two out of commission. He managed to answer. I knew it was something dreadful. Said Caroline Dara Brown as she moved a step nearer him. I was really unhappy about it and I wondered if all the other people who read your poems and watched for them and... and loved them like I do were worried too. But I concluded that they would know how to find out about you. Only I didn't. I'm glad you were here safe and that I know it. The puzzled expression of Andrew Sevier's face deepened. Of course, he had become more or less accustomed to the interest which his work had caused to be attached to his personality and this was not the first time he had had a stranger read the poet into the man on first sight. They had even gone so far as to expect him to talk in blank verse he felt sure especially when his admirer had been a member of the opposite and fair sex. But a thing like this had never happened to him before. It was, at the least, disturbing to have a lovely woman rise out of the major's very hearthstone and claim him as a familiar spirit with the exquisite frankness of a child it smacked of the wine of wizardry. He glanced at her a moment and was on the point of making a tentative inquiry when the major came into the room. Well, Andy Boy, you're in from the fields I see. How's the farm? Everything ship shape? As he spoke the major shot a keen glance from under his beatling old brows at the pair and wisely let the situation develop itself. Andrew answered his salutation promptly then turned an amused glance on the girl at his side. He isn't going to introduce us. She laughed with a friendly little look up into his face. I ought to have done it myself when you did, but I was so astonished and relieved to find you. The words were low and laughing and warm with a sweet friendliness, but they crashed through the room like the breath of a swarm of furies. Andrew's severe space went white and drawn on the instant and every muscle in his body stiffened to a tense rigidity. His dark eyes narrowed themselves to slits and glowed like the coals. The major's very blood stopped in his veins and his fine old looked drawn and gray as he stretched out his hand and laid it on Caroline's young shoulder. Not a word came to his lips as he looked in Andrew's face and waited. And as he waited, a wondrous thing and piercing sweet unfolded itself under his keen old eyes and sank like a balm into his wise old heart. From the two deep purple pools of womanhood that were raised to his shy with homage of him and unconscious of their own tender reverencing, Andrew's severe drew a deep draught into his very soul. Slowly the color mounted into his face, his eyes opened themselves and a wonderful smile curled his lips. He held out his hand and took her slender fingers into a strong clasp and held them for a long moment. Then with a smile at the major which was a mixture of dignity tinged with an infinite sadness he bent over and gently kissed the white hand as he let it go. The little ceremony had more chivalry than she understood. It's part of our ritual of welcome, I'm claiming. He said lightly as she blushed rose pink and the divine shyness deepened in her eyes. She again buried her face in the berries. Then with a proud look into Andrew's face, the mayor laid his hand on the young man's bandaged arm and bent Caroline's hand to his lips. It's a ritual, my dear. He said. That I'm honored in observing with him. Friendship these days has need of rituals of ratification and the pompous ceremonials to give it color. There's danger of it becoming prosaic. Jefferson, turn on the lights. End of Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Of Andrew the Glad by Maria Thompson Davies This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. Chapter 3 Two Little Crimes And then in a few weeks winter had come down from over the hills across the fields and captured the city streets with a blair of northern winds which had been met and tempered by the mellow autumn breezes that had been slow to retreat and abandoned the gold and crimson waters still fluttering on the trees. The snap and crackle of the Thanksgiving frost had melted into a long lazy silence of a few more Indian summer days so that, with lungs filled with the intoxicating draught of this late wine of October, everybody had ridden, driven, hunted, golfed and lived afield. Then had come a second sweep of the northern winds and the city had wakened out of its haze of desertion built up its lights, built up its fires and put on trappings of revelry and toil. The major's logs were piled the higher and crackled the louder and his welcome was even more genial to the chosen spirits which gathered around his library table. He and Mrs. Buchanan had succeeded in prolonging the visit of Caroline Dara Brown into weeks and were now holding her into the winter months with loving insistence. The open-armed hospitality with which their very delightful little world had welcomed her had been positively entrancing to the girl and she had entered into its gayities with the joyous zest of the child that she was. Her own social experiences had been up to this time very limited for she had come straight from the convent in France into the household of her semi-invalidated father. He had had very few friends and in a vaguely uncomfortable way she had been made to realize that her millions made her position inaccessible. But by these delightful people to whom social position was a birthright and wealth regarded only as a purchasing power for the necessities and gayities of life she had been adopted with much enthusiasm. Her delight in the round of entertainments in her honor and the innocent and slightly bewildered adventures she brought the major for consultation kept him of interested amusement. Such advice as he offered went far in preserving her unsophistication. And so the late November days found him enjoying life with a decidedly added zest in things, though his immortals claimed him the moment he was left to his own resources and at times he even became entirely oblivious to the eddies in the lives around him. One cold afternoon he sat in his chair, buried eyes deep in one of his old books. While across from him sat Phoebe and Andrew Severe, bending together over a large map spread out before them. There was stacks of blueprints at their elbows and their conference had evidently been an interesting one. It's all wonderful, Andrew, Phoebe was saying. And I'm proud indeed that they have accepted your solution of such an important construction problem. But why must you go back? Did the visions offered you here, the plays and the demand for your writing enough? Why not stay at home for a year or two at least? It's the call of it, Phoebe. He answered. I get restless and there's nothing for it but the hard work of the camp. It's lonely, but it has its compensations, for the visions come down there as they don't hear. You know how I like to be with all my friends at home, but the depression gets more than I can stand at times and I must go. You understand better than the rest, I think, and I always count on you to help me off. As he spoke he rested his head on his hands and looked across the table into the fire. His eyes were somber and the strong lines in his face cut deep with a grim melancholy. Phoebe's frank eyes softened as they looked at him. They were grown up together, friends in something of a like fortune, and she understood him with a frank comradeship that comforted them both and went far to the distraction of young David Kildare who, as he said, trusted Andrew but looked for every possible surprising maneuver in the conduct of Phoebe and because she understood Andrew Phoebe was silent for a time tracing the lines on his map with a pencil. She said softly at last. But don't stay so long again.   I always will. Answered Andrew quickly catching her meaning and smiling with a responsive tenderness in a glance at the absorbed old gentleman around the corner of the table. It is harder to go this time than ever in a way, and yet the staying's worse. I'm giving myself until spring though I don't know why I just then from the drawing room beyond there came a crash of chords on the piano and David's voice rose high and sweet across the rooms. He had gone to the piano to sing for Caroline who never tired of his negro melodies and southern love songs. He also had a store of war ballads with which it delighted him to tease and regale her. But today his mood had been decidedly on the sentimental vein. I want no stars in heaven to guide me I need no but oh the kingdom of my heart love lies within my loving arms. His voice dropped a note lower and the rest of the distinctly enunciated words failed to reach through the long rooms. Phoebe also failed to catch a quick breath that Andrew drew as he began stacking a pile of blueprints into a leather case. David killed air. Remarked the old major as he looked up over his book. Makes song the vehicle of expression of as many emotions in one half hour as the ordinary man lives through in a lifetime. Had you not better attend to the safeguarding of Caroline Dara's unsophistication, Phoebe? I wouldn't interrupt him for worlds major. Left Phoebe as she arose from her chair. I'm going to slip by the drawing room and hurry down to that meeting of the Civic Improvement Association to get at least a half column. Andrew will go in and see to them. Never. Answered Andrew promptly with a smile. I'm going to be to retreat and walk down with you. The major must assume that responsibility. Goodbye. And in a moment they had both made their escape to the major's vast amusement. For the time being the music in the drawing room had stopped and David and Caroline were deep in an animated conversation. The trouble about it is is that I'm about to have my light put out. David was complaining as he sat on the piano stool glaring at a vase of unoffending roses on a table.  But he's so much better now David that I should think you were perfectly happy. Though of course you are still uneasy about him. As Caroline Dara spoke she swayed the long stemmed rose she held in her hand and tipped it against one of its mates in the vase. Uneasy? Nothing. There's not a thing in the world to matter with him. Ribs are all in commission and his collarbone hitched on again. It's just a case of moony sulks with him. He never was the real glad boy but now he runs entirely to poetry and gloom. Anywhere but over here to chew book rags with the major or to read goo to Phoebe which she passes on to you.  Chasing away to Panama for him was my mistake I see. And David ruffled a young rose that drooped confidingly over toward him. Why did he ever go to Panama? Why does he build bridges and things?  Heaven's woman poetry never in the world would grub steak six feet of husky man. But that's just like you and Phoebe and all the other women. You would like to feed me to the alligators but the poet must sit in the shade and chew eggs and grape juice. You trample my feelings child. And David sighed plaintively Caroline eyed him a moment across the rose she held to her lips then laughed delightedly. Indeed indeed I couldn't stand losing you David nor could Phoebe don't imagine it.  The absolute ordeal which had existed between her and Phoebe from the moment Mrs. Buchanan had presented them to each other in the dusk shadowed library had been extended to include David Kildare. He was duly appreciative of her almost appealing friendship chafed her about the three governors depended upon her to further his tumultuous suit admired her beauty insisted upon it in season and out and initiated her into the social intricacies of his gay set with the greatest glee. I don't trust you one little bit Caroline Dara Brown. David broken on her moments silent appreciation of him and his friendliness you look at him kinder partial like too one must admire him his poems are so lovely I have watched for them from the first one years ago do you remember the one where he don't remember a single line of a single one and don't want to Phoebe's always quoting them at me she's got a book of them see if I don't smash him up some day if I have to listen to much more of it David's face was a study in the contradictions of a tormented grin Caroline eyed him again for a moment across the rows and then they both laughed delightedly but David was for the pressing point just the same dear daughter of the three he pleaded can't you help me out Molly coddle him a bit do now that's a good child keep him interested as she calls it you are quite as good to look at as Phoebe and enough more more and David paused for a word that would compare Caroline's appeal and Phoebe's brisk challenge yes I understand I really am more so but how can I help you out if he never even sees when I'm there and Caroline raised eyes to him that held a hint of wistfulness in their banter the old mole I'd grump never sees anybody nor anything but let's plot a scheme this three handed game doesn't suit me promise to be good and sit in I haven't had Phoebe to myself for the long time he needs a heart interest of his own I'm tired of lending him mine you're not busy that's a sweet girl don't make me feel I inherited you for nothing said David in a most beguiling voice as he moved a shade nearer to her I promise I promise if you take that tone with me I'm afraid not to feel you mistake my powers and Caroline laid the rose across her knee and dropped her long lashes over her eyes I think I'll fail with your poet something tells me it is a vain task let's put it in the hands of the gods it may interest them no I'm going to shoe him in here right now answered David bent upon the immediate accomplishment of his scheme for the relief of his very independent lady love from her friendly durants you just wait and get a line of moon talk ready for him keep that rose in your hand and handle your eyes carefully oh but it's impossible exclaimed Caroline with real alarm in her voice she rose and the flower fell shattered at her feet I'm going to have a little business talk with the major before the trail and the other gentlemen come I have an appointment with him won't you leave it to the gods no for the gods might not know Phoebe she'd hunt a hot brick for a sick kitten if I was freezing to death and besides I need her in my business at this very moment the Caroline my dear said the major from the door into the library from the strenuosity in the tones will dare I judge he is discussing his usual topic Phoebe and Andrew have just gone and left their goodbyes for you both now major demanded David indignantly how could you let her get away when you had her here young man answered the major the constraining of a woman of these times is well nigh impossible to find out after your repeated efforts in that direction that's it major you can't hang out any signal for them now you have to grab them as they go past swing out into space and pray for strength to hold on I believe if you stood still they would come and feed out of your hand a heap quicker than they will be whistled out if you can get the nerve to try them think I'll go and see and David took his studdedly buried departure David Kildare translates courtship into strange modern terms remarked the major as he led Caroline into the library and seated her in Mrs. Matilda's low chair near his own the roses are blooming this morning my dear he said looking with delight at the soft color in her cheeks and the stars in her black lashed violet eyes a shaft of sunlight glinted in the gold air which was coiled low and from which little tendrils curled down on her white neck she was very dainty and lovely was Caroline Dara Brown with the loveliness of a wind flower and young with the innocent youngness of an April day she was slightly different from any girl the major had ever known and he observed her type with the greatest interest she had been tutored and trained and French convented and specialized by adepts in the inculcating of every air and grace with which the women of vaster wealth are expected to be equipped money and the girl had been the ruling passions of Peter's Brown's life and the one had been all for the serving purposes of the other it had been the one aim of his existence to bring to a perfect flowering the newborn bud his southern wife had left him and he had succeeded yet she seemed so slight a woman thing to be bearing the burden of a great wealth and a great loneliness that the major's eyes grew very tender as he asked what is it dear a crumpled rose leaf major she answered as her slender fingers opened and closed a book on the table near her did you realize that two months have passed since I came to the tube come home child prompted the major as he touched lightly the restless hand near his phone I am beginning to feel as if it might be that and yet I don't know not until I talk to you about it all everybody has been good to me I feel that they really care and I love it and them all but major did you know my father well yes dear I knew Peter's brown and had pleasantly hostile relations with him always this memorandum I got it together before I came down here while I was settling up his estate it is the list of the investments he made while in the south for the twenty years after the war I want to talk them over with you she looked at the major squarely and determinately fire away he answered with courage in his voice that belied the feeling beneath it I see that in 1879 he bought lumber lands from Hayes Donaldson the price seems to have been practically nominal in view of what he sold a part of them for three years later was Hayes Donaldson Phoebe's father I want to know all about him my dear you are giving a large order for ancient history Captain Donaldson couldn't fill it himself if he were alive those lumber lands were just a stick or two that he threw on the grand bonfire he sold everything he had and instituted and ran the most inflammatory newspaper in the south he gloried in an attitude of non-reconstruction and died when Phoebe was a year old her mother raised Phoebe by keeping borders that failed to raise the mortgage on the family home she died trying and Phoebe has kept her own sleek little head above water since her sixteenth year by reporting and editing dimity doings on the paper her father founded I think she has learned a pretty good swimming stroke by this time it is still a major ahead of that of David Kildare and... oh you must help me make her take what would have been a fair price for those lands major I'm determined Caroline's voice faltered but her head was well up I'm determined but we'll talk of that later he bought the Cantrell land and divided it up into the first improved city edition was it was it carpet bagging she flushed as she said the word was it pressure were the Cantrells in need not for long my dear not for long Mrs. Tom took that money and bought cows for the east farm ran a dairy in opposition to Matilda's and then got her into a combine to ship Guilt Edge to Cincinnati I expected then to skim the Milky Way any night and put a star brand on the market they made a great deal of money and were proportionally hard to manage young Tom inherits from his mother and makes paying combines and stocks old Tom hasn't a thing to do but sit in the sun and spin tells about battles he was and was not in it wouldn't do to drag up that pinched period of his life he is too expansive now to be made to recall it so he called invitingly as if he had hopes of an interested question that would turn the trend of the conversation but Caroline Dara held herself sternly to the matter in hand and you I see a sale of half of your land at Gerlind Dara Brown looked me straight in the eyes interrupted the major in a commanding voice he sat up and bent his keen black eyes that sparkled under his heavy white brows with absolute luminosity upon the girl at his side when aroused the major was a live wire and he was buckling on his sword to do battle with a woman trouble and a dire one now he continued I'm going to say things to you that you are to understand and remember young woman your father did come down among us with what you have heard called a carpet bag in his hands wasn't an empty one and while the sums he handed out to each of us might be considered inadequate still they were a purchasing power at a time when things were congested for the lack of any circulating medium whatever true I sold him half my thousand acres for a song but the song fenced the other half bought implements in stock and made Matilda possible she was eighteen and I was twenty-eight she joined forces and it was decidedly to the tune of your father's song it was the same with the rest of his friends you must see that in the painful process of reconstructing us the carpet bag had its uses if it went away plethoric with coal and iron and lumber it left a little gold in its wake and Peter's brown major said Caroline in a brave voice it killed him the memory of it and not being able to bring me back to her people he was changed and he realized that he left me very much alone in the world if there had been any of her immediate family alive we might have felt differently but her friends I didn't know that I would be welcomed now now I begin to hope I want to give some of it back I have so much Caroline Child answered the major with a smile that was infinitely tender we don't need it we've had a hand-to-hand fight to inherit the land of our fathers but we're building fortunes fast we and the youngsters the grade line has closed up its ranks and towed hard marks until it presents a solid front once more some of it bent and shaky but supported on all sides by keen young blood a solid front I say and a friendly one flying no banners of bitterness don't you like us? and the smile broadened until it warmed the very blood in Caroline Dara's heart yes she said as she lifted her eyes to his and laid both her hands in the lean one he held out for her then and all that awful feeling has gone completely I feel feel newborn and isn't it a great thing that we mortals are given a few extra natal days if we were born all at one time we couldn't so well enjoy the processes now I intend to assume that fate has laid you on my doorstep and dairy me said Mrs. Buchanan as she sailed into the room with colors flying in cheeks and eyes did Phoebe go on to that meeting after all? did she promise to come back? where's Andrew? Caroline Child what have you and the Major been doing all the afternoon? it's after four and you are both still in dose I have been adopting Caroline Dara and she has been adopting me as he caught hold of the lace that trailed from one of his wife's wrists I think I am about to persuade her to stay with us I find I need attention occasionally and you are otherwise engaged for the winter isn't it awful Caroline? smiled Mrs. Matilda as she sank for a moment on a chair near them when I happen to thought in the day that is not for him but I must hurry and tell Tempe that they will all be here from the Philharmonic Music Hall for tea dear please see that the flowers are arranged I had to leave it to Jane this morning I find I must run over and speak to Mrs. Shelby about something important for a moment shall I have buttered biscuits or cake for tea? Caroline Love just decided tell Tempe I'll be back in a minute and depositing an airy kiss on the Major's scalplock and bestowing a smile on Caroline she departed the Major listened until he heard the front door close then said with one of his slow little smiles if I couldn't shut my eyes and get a mental picture of her in a white sun bonnet with her skirts tucked up trudging along behind me dropping corn in the furrows as I opened them with the plow I might feel that I ought to um remonstrate with her but there are bubbles in the nature that will rise to the surface as soon as the cork is removed Matilda is a good brand of extra dry and the cork was in a long time rammed down tight bless her she is the very dearest thing I ever knew answered Caroline with a curly smile around her tender mouth a letter she wrote while under the pressure of the cork is my chiefest treasure to welcome me when I was born and I found it last summer old and yellow it was what made me think I might come home that was like Matilda answered the Major with a smile in his eyes she was putting in a claim for you then though she didn't realize it women have always worked combinations by wireless at long time and long distance it buttered biscuits and Phoebe likes them with plenty of butter Tempe's adoption of Caroline Dara had been as complete and as enthusiastic as the rest of them and she had proceeded forthwith to put her through a course of domestic instruction that delighted the hearts of them both she never failed to bemoan the fate that had left the child ignorant of matters of such importance and she was stern in her endeavor she had to admit however that Caroline was an extraordinary apt pupil and she laid it all to what she called the Dara a strain of cooking blood though she was as proud as possible over each triumph nothing pleased them more than to have Mrs. Buchanan occasionally leave culinary arrangements to their co-administration an hour later a gay party was gathered around the table in the drawing room the Major sat near her hand enjoying it hugely and his comments were dropped like philosophical crystals into the swell of the conversation Mrs. Cherry Lawrence had come in with Mrs. Matilda in all the bravery of a most striking becoming and expensive second morning costume and she was keenly alive to every situation that might be made to compass even the smallest amount of gaiety her lavender embroideries were the only reminders of the existence of the departed Cherry and their lavishness was a direct defiance of his years of effort in curtailing of the tastes of his expensive wife Tom Cantrell's lean dark face of Indian cast lit up like a transparency when she arrived and he left Polly Farrell's side so quickly that Polly almost dropped the lemon fork with which she was maneuvering in her surprise at his sudden desertion in a moment he had divested the long cloth and sable coat that would have made Cherry sit up and groan if he had even a grave dream about it she bestowed a smile on Polly a still more impressive one on the major and sank into a chair near Phoebe why where is David Kildare she asked interestingly I thought he would be here before me he promised to come Phoebe you are sweet in that dark gray has anybody anything interesting to tell I have answered Polly as she passed Phoebe a cup and a mischievous smile for Mrs. Cherry's appointment with David tickled Polly's risables to an alarming extent there's the most heavenly man down here from Boston to see Caroline Dara Brown and she neglects him I'm so sorry for him that I don't know what will happen I'm why where is he interrupted Mrs. Cherry with they all laughed as Polly parted her charming lips and passed the questioner the lemon slices with impressive obviousness he's gone to the station to see about his horses that he has had shipped down we're going to hunt some more no matter how cold all of us Caroline and David and the rest Andrew Severe hasn't hunted at all this fall as fond of it as he is he'll never come now that you've annexed a foreign element Polly he's among strangers so much that he's rather absurd about wanting the close circle of just his old friends to be unbroken when he's home where is he today as she spoke Mrs. Cherry had looked at Caroline Dara with a glance in which Phoebe detected a slight insolence and at which the major narrowed his observant eyes why he's gone down to the station with Caroline's friend to see about having the horses send out the folks answered Phoebe in a smooth cool voice I think all of us have been disappointed that Andrew has had to be so careful since his accident but now that he can come over here every day to book gloats with the major and have Mrs. Matilda and Tempe to say nothing of Caroline Dara the new star cook lady to feed him up I think we can go on about our own affairs unworried over him the sweet smile that Phoebe bent upon the widow was so delicious the major rattled the sugar tongs on the tea tray by way of relief from an unendurably suppressed chuckle but when I hunt next David has promised me possums and persimmons said Caroline Dara from her seat on the sofa beside Phoebe she was totally oblivious of the small tongue tilt just completed he says the first damp night on the last quarter of the moon when the wind is from the southeast and howdy people came an interrupting call from the hall and at that moment David himself came into the room I'm late but I've been four places hunting for you Phoebe and had three cups of tea in the scramble however I would like a buttered biscuit if somebody feeds it to me I've had a knockout blow and I've got news to tell you can tell it before you get the biscuit said Phoebe cold heartedly but she laid two crisp discs on the edge of his saucer she apparently failed to see that Mrs. Cherry was endeavoring to pass him the plate it's only that Millie Overton has perpetuated two more crimes on the community at three thirty today assorted boy and girl and David grinned with sheer delight at having projected such a bomb in the circle what? demanded Phoebe while Mrs. Cherry lay back in her chair and fanned herself and Mrs. Buchanan paused with suspended teapot yes he answered jubilantly of course little mistake is only two and a quarter and crimey can just total on his hawks at one and a fifth years but the two little crimes are here and are going to stay Billy Bob is down at the club getting his back slapped off about it he's an accessory you understand he says Millie is radiant and wants all of you to come and see them right away what we're going to see is Grandma Shelby won't she rage? I'm going to send her a message of congratulations and then stand away just watch out for the I don't quite understand said Caroline Dara as she leaned forward with puzzled eyes neither do any of the rest of us answered David gleefully we didn't understand how Billy Bob managed to pluck Mildred from the golden dollar Shelby stem in the first place at a salary of $0.25 a month out at Hobbs Mills but Billy Bob is the brave boy and he marched right up and told the old lady about her first kid as soon as he came then she glared at him and said in an awful tone mistake Billy Bob just oozed out that door and mistake the youngster has been ever since I named the next crimey before she got to it but watch her rage poor old dame it's up to somebody to remonstrate with Millie about this unbecoming conduct it seems to me and David glanced around the little circle for his laugh which he promptly received only Phoebe sat with her head turned from him and Caroline Dara exclaimed in distress how could her mother not care for them tempy said Mrs. Buchanan pick up a basket of every kind of jelly get that little box I fixed day before yesterday you know it wasn't it fortunate that I embroidered two and tell Jeff I want the carriage at six and tempy tell Jeff to get you two bottles of that seventy two brandy no maybe the sixty eight will be better it's apple and apples and colic bear a synthetic relation which in this case may be reversed those children must be started off in life properly and the major's eyes shown the most amused interest what's that asked David in the general excitement that had arisen at a farther realization of his news don't you want them to join the statewide band major aren't you going to give them a chance to fly a white ribbon well I don't know answered the major with a judicial eye temperance is a quality of mind and not solely a throat open somewhat on eradication by future education and not give the colic a start don't you think it would be nice for you girls to drive down with me and take the babies some congratulations and flowers Phoebe asked mrs. Buchanan an hour later as they all lingered over the empty cups will you come to David yes answered Phoebe I think it would be lovely to drive down and I will walk in with David I think ready David and Phoebe gathered up her muff and gloves and gave her hand to the major David she said after they had reached the street and were swinging along in the early twilight and as she spoke she looked him full in the face with her gray level glance that counted whenever she chose to use it is it your idea do you think it fair to ridicule Mildred please why answered the completely floored killed air I just haven't any idea on the subject everybody was laughing about it isn't it a little funny no answered Phoebe emphatically it isn't funny and if you begin to laugh everybody else will it may hurt Millie she is so gentle and dear and you are their best friend I won't have it I'm tired anyway of having fun made of all the sacred things in life all of us swing around in a silly world and when a woman like Mildred begins to live her life in a natural way we ridicule she is brave and strong and works hard and she has the real things of life and makes the sacrifices for them while we Oh heavenly hope Phoebe gassed David killed air don't rub it in I see it now a lot of magazine stuff jogging the women up above the kids and all and here Millie is a hero and we the jolly fun pokers I gotta help them some way wish Billy Bob would sell me this last bunch guess he would want anyway and the contrite David gazed down at Phoebe in whose upturned eyes there dawned a wealth of mirth David she said perhaps more softly than she had ever spoken to him in all the days of his pursuit I know I felt sure that you felt alright about it I couldn't bear to have you say or do now I'll fess a thing to you that I didn't think wild horses could drag out of me Phoebe I was there an hour ago in the back hall of that flat and Billy Bob let me hold a pair of them and squeeze them I guess we both just shed a few you know because he was so excited men are such slobs at times when women don't know about it and David winked fiercely at the early electric light that glowed warm against the winter sky and you are a very dear boy David said Phoebe softly as her hand slipped out of her moth and dropped into his and rested there for just one enchanting half second dearer than you know in some ways no don't think of coming up with me you've paid your visit of welcome good night yes I think so in the afternoon about three o'clock and we can go on to Mrs. Peyton's reception good night again Phoebe he called after her the one with the yellow fuzz is the girl fire for me if you can flimflam million to it any old price you know harah America for the Anglo-Saxons harah for million Dixie end of chapter 3


Back is by far the largest muscle group on our bodies and for years when I started out I had Hardly any upper back development partially because I focused my time on heavy deadlifts and partially because my biceps and forearms were taking over those Heavy rowing movements after developing an understanding that I needed to feel the exercise in the muscle I was working I started avoiding that compound heavy traditional back routine So I used to start with deadlifts moving on to barbell rows Then usually dumbbell rows then two or three hammer strength machine exercises lap pull down Maybe some seated cable rows and it's safe to say the amount of weight I was using was likely as much of a problem if not more than the routine itself And I was the same as everyone else I was that meathead gym rat bro that looked forward to pulling big numbers on deadlift every Tuesday But always ask yourself, what's your goal? Are you here to build muscle or lift a lot of weight off the floor? Each of those things requires fairly different training styles for bodybuilding We need to take that back muscle to failure and since my problem was using too much weight and overworking my biceps and forearms I did the opposite. I started using lighter weight and chose exercises that didn't use my biceps as much Which is much more difficult to do for back than it is for chest But it can still be done to some degree. You know, even when I was only a few years in the gym I realized that imbalance So I was able to move to the lighter weight and remedy to the problem I mean, you know, it was pretty severe and I did waste a lot of time But it's better late than never the main goal here is once our back is big enough From doing that light weight then we can move to moderate to heavy weight. Think about it If the muscle isn't there if the muscle is very small, it's hard to flex it and stimulate it You know, you want to go to 200 pounds on lat pull downs the first day in the gym By all means you're going to be working your biceps your forearms your tendons You're not going to be working your upper back that much and if you continue to do that super heavy weight It's very unlikely you're going to develop that upper back muscle Was there a point where you were using lighter weight for a long period of time and you tapered up and developed that muscle If there wasn't chances are that could be your problem So let me show you guys the exercises that have helped me get to that point And these are actually the exercises that I base most of my routine around still the first exercise is a rope pull through And I originally saw Phil Heath doing these and this was the first exercise I ever did that moved out biceps completely for the most part So it's really simple and you could do this with a bar as well, but All we're essentially doing is contracting the back muscles while keeping the arms fairly stationary and static And right now I'm squeezing my you know mid To upper back my rhomboids But I can also squeeze my lats here if I want a couple reps with the lats And I can do a couple reps with you know the lower middle back And this is the main thing to keep in mind with back training Whatever row or pull through I do I'm able to focus and squeeze a certain part of my back So I don't like saying that you know a certain back exercise targets a certain muscle group You can use one back exercise to target you know those three areas of your back And and that's what I like to break it up between me You know the rhomboids the upper back You know the lower middle back and the lats and again, you know, I can do one Or two sets squeezing that upper middle back You know one or two sets squeezing that lower middle back And then one or two sets focusing on the lats depending on what I'm trying to work on so These rope pull throughs are a great starting exercise to get warmed up A great pull down exercise and just really something in general that should be a large part of your routine Because it removes biceps and allows you to focus on back our second exercise is another type of pull through and I don't remember how I figured this out I think I was trying to do some reverse flies and I started feeling it in my lats So it's very similar to a reverse fly setup. You get a relatively light amount of weight Here I have five pounds. Sometimes I do 10 or 15 and You know your arch your back you get in like the proper position all static and stuff and then really It's like you're growing without moving your arms. Try the exercise out, you know Try a couple different weights. We'll go up to 10 pounds here. See how it feels Again, these are removing the biceps Getting a really nice flex on the lats The negative on this exercise isn't that great But you do get a nice flex So I like using this as You know a cool down exercise mostly Because you don't get that stretch, you know When you're going down with the dumbbells There's not really any tension on the lats Or as with the cable there is still a great exercise still really like doing it My third exercise is dumbbell deadlifts and normally I like doing Hyper extensions on the machine But since I don't have that in my garage gym yet This is what I've been doing and I'll take some 50 pound dumbbells I found that's enough weight and depending on How heavy the dumbbells are that you have access to that'll dictate whether you're doing like 10 reps sets or 20 reps sets And I do two main things here that I focus on I flex My neck so I like I tuck my chin as I go up and when I go up with the deadlift I'm not like trying to flex my back. I'm not trying to pull I'm just trying to like tuck my chin and flex my neck back That's how I go up and then when I'm at the top I really flex my glutes. I'll do two or three sets of this however many reps I can so just down Really keep my neck tucked my chin tucked and then Tuck my chin and neck back and when I get to the top I flex my glutes So for me this really works You know my upper neck my glutes My lower back the things I'm not hitting with my other back exercises And if you do this right, you know, you shouldn't really Activate your hamstrings too much it should be only The targeted muscle group. That's what we're able to do when we're using lightweight We're able to remove muscles That we don't want to be working and one other aspect. I like is the single arm dumbbell aspect Really helps build symmetry between the left and right side And this is the best exercise I've done to improve my posture So we did the rope pull-throughs We did the dumbbell pull-throughs And now I'm going to show you guys the single arm cable pull-throughs And I actually like using these as a superset with pull-ups or another exercise as opposed to doing them on their own Because you do have to use quite a lightweight, but there's still a great exercise. So and all I do is as with the other pull-throughs just Keep the arm static And what I'll do, you know, I'll do an overhand set. I'll do like five reps squeezing the upper back You know five reps squeezing the lats And then I'll switch to the underhand grip. I'll do the same thing, you know, a couple reps squeezing the upper back couple reps squeezing the lower back Really just take the last failure And the reason I like this a lot is because it's a single arm back exercise and there's not a lot of those, you know, you have Dumbbell rows, you have these pull-throughs. You can do rows with this but Unfortunately, most back exercises involve both arms at once and it's hard to build symmetry with that So this is definitely something I would incorporate into your routine But our next exercise is even better for that our fifth and final exercise And definitely my favorite exercise lately something I've been doing for the past nine months every day is single arm lat pulldowns And I'm going to do these facing this way for demonstration purposes But I usually do them by facing this way facing the functional trainer So this is really self-explanatory. I usually do about 50 pounds And I'm on my knees.  I mean, I've done these sitting down. I've done these like this It's all over the place. Whatever feels good for my back at the time and you can do these Focusing on whatever part of your back you want.  So really squeeze the lats nice slow stretch And I do this like an underhand grip. I don't think this grip is that great. It's it's too much forearms and shoulders so I do keep My hands kind of parallel to my body Really flex the lats try to get a nice stretch and I'm doing lats now, but like I could lean forward a bit and do upper back I could lean back a bit and do the lower back too But The lower back too, but you know, this is where you realize that back is a very large muscle and You could do Six seven sets for each of these exercises. You could have a 50 60 70 set back routine easily You know, once you're thinking well, I want to do these cable rows But I want to do two sets with my upper back two sets with my lower back two sets with my lats You know, see how many exercises and sets and reps it takes for you to get that really good back pump and You know right now with my full body routines every day I'm spending 60 to 70 percent of my workout Just doing that because it's such a large muscle group and I'll do a whole video focusing on this But you know, just think about it. Look at how big your mid-delta is compared to your back It only makes sense that you do a much higher volume for back But thank you guys for joining me today. Let me know how you guys like these exercises Let's do a little bonus. Let me show you the the barbell pull-throughs as with most of these other pull-throughs You could do this for a warm-up. You could do this for a cool down. It's just a really great exercise in general and You can go a little bit heavier with this than the rope and there's also more variations. So You know, we have the overhand I could squeeze both my upper back As well as my lower back and my lats So now we can do the underhand variation So the underhand variation on any exercise is typically easier than the overhand as you can do more reps So I can feel this in my upper back I can do my You know lower middle back I can do my lats as well. So You know regardless of the back exercise you're doing You want to make sure to try to move the biceps as much as possible And you could even do that with a dumbbell row if you use the right amount of weight and you're really careful And I guess the main takeaway from this video for you guys is Use a lighter weight and really focus on Squeezing those individual parts of the back whether you want to focus You know two sets on upper back two sets on mid-back two sets on lats for an exercise Or you want to do it by the set like do five reps upper five reps mid five reps It doesn't matter the point is you're taking all parts of your back to failure As frequently as possible as often as possible. So thanks again for joining me today guys If you could please share the video You know drop me a comment as well as like the video And if you do want to support me further there's stuff you can check out down in the description I'll see you guys for tomorrow's video