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Gideon’s Band: A Tale of the Mississippi
Chapter 33. Twins And Texas Tender
George Washington Cable
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       _ CHAPTER XXXIII. TWINS AND TEXAS TENDER
       "Sign f'om de Lawd!" droned the old woman. "It's de souls o' de saints in de tribilatioms o' de worl'!"
       But explanation was poor tribute to such beauty. Hugh glanced away to his father, then around to the commodore, up to Watson, and back again upon the spectacle. In a tone of remote allusion the grandfather spoke: "One wants a choice partnership for a sight like that."
       Hugh cast back a sudden frown but it softened promptly to a smile which old Joy thought wonderfully sweet.
       "Late sleepers," persisted the commodore, "know what they gain but not what they lose."
       "Naw yit," audibly soliloquized the nurse, "what dey makes de early riseh lose." She added a soft high-treble "humph!" and gave herself a smile at least as sweet as Hugh's, which he repeated to her as he said:
       "Good morning, auntie."
       She courtesied. "Mawnin', suh." They need not have been more cordial had they just signed a great treaty.
       * * * * *
       The _Votaress_, swinging westward, left the picture behind, and the neglected exhorter, caring far less for cranes and clouds than for pelicans and sinners, reopened, this time on Hugh: "But that's anotheh thing 'at rises my bristles, ev'm ef it don't the bishop's."
       "What rises them?" asked the solemn Hugh, the commodore's attention wandering.
       "Shell I spit it out? Wall, it's folks a-_proj_-eckin' togetheh--church membehs an' non-membehs a-_proj_-eckin' _togetheh_--fo' to drownd Gawd A'mighty's chas-tise_ments_ in the devil's delights. _You_ know they a-layin' fo' to do that on this boat this ve'y evenin'. You know they a-_proj_-eckin' fo' to raise filthy lucre by fiddlin' an' play-actin' an' a-singin' o' worl'ly songs an', to top all, a-dayncin'!--right oveh the heads o' the sick an' dyin', my Gawd! You know that, don't you?"
       "Yes, I'm mixed up in it."
       "An' they a-doin' it fo' what? Fo' no betteh reason 'an to he'p them-ah damn' ovehwhelmin' furrinehs to escape the righteous judg-_ments_ o' the Lawd! Young brotheh, my name is Jawn. Jawn the Babtiss, I am, an' as sich I p'otess! An' also an' mo'oveh I p'otess ag'in' any mo' leadin's f'om them-ah 'Piscopaliam play-actohs, an' still mo' f'om that-ah bodacious brick-top gal o' Gid Hayle's. Which she made opem spote o' _my_ leadin's in 'istiddy's meet'n'! An' o' co'se! havin' a popish motheh."
       "Oh!--my!--Lawd!" gasped Joy, and the commodore had begun to meet protest with protest, when Hugh touched him.
       "This is too small for you. May I----?"
       "Take it," said the grandfather and turned inquiringly to the nurse.
       "Yaas, suh," she hurried to say, "my mist'ess ax de honoh to see you at de stateroom o' Mahs' Basile."
       Meantime Hugh answered the complainant: "My friend, that young lady--you mustn't call her anything else again--made no sport of you whatever."
       "Oh, dat she didn't, boss!" put in old Joy, breaking off from her talk with the commodore.
       "Honestly, sir," continued Hugh, "I was afraid some one would, but I happened to see her from first to last, and----"
       "Happ'm'd! The hell you happ'm'd! Yo' eyes 'uz dead _sot_ on heh when they'd ought to been upraise' in prah!"
       Hugh laughed--a laugh so hearty it might have been the brick-top's own. The texas tender enjoyed it as he bore a tray of dishes from the room of the twins. Down beyond the bell it drew the father's smile and up at the wheel the stoical gaze of Watson. Half of it was for the exhorter and half for a newcomer at tardy sight of whom the exhorter paled, certain that he had been overheard.
       "Oh!" he cried, "I ain't meant no offence to nobody naw tuck none!" and eagerly followed the commodore's beckon to go below with him and the nurse. Hugh, still smiling, met the blazing stare of Julian Hayle.
       "Good morning," he said, while Hayle was inquiring:
       "May I again ask of you a word in private?"
       "Oh, this is private enough," said Hugh. "Every private word I've had with you so far, or with your--coterie, has been so unsatisfactory to you--and them, and so tiresome to everybody, I can't see why you should want another. My friend----"
       "We are not friends, sir."
       "Well, then, let's make friends. Here's my hand. I'm utterly ashamed of this miserable little spat."
       Hayle folded his arms. "You'll find it life-size before we're done."
       "Nonsense! it's too small for words, private or otherwise. Let's end it, for that reason if for no better."
       "That's not your reason, sir. You have another."
       "Yes, I simply can't quarrel with you."
       "You--crawling--poltroon!"
       Hugh's smile vanished at last. He gulped as though a wave had gone over him. But he remembered his father. Beyond doubt his father had heard. He glanced down to him, and what he saw was worth a year of commonplace experience. The father had heard, yet he sat at ease, his knees crossed and his gaze out forward on the boat's course. Watson--but what could Watson matter then? Hugh's eyes burned big on Hayle, his voice deepened, his words came slow. "We can't fight here and now. I can only put you ashore. Don't make me do that. There's trouble enough on this boat as it is. You're having your share. Mr. Hayle, I fear--though I don't know--that Basile has the cholera."
       "Damn him and it! You wouldn't fight me if you could."
       "True."
       "Why? On your father's account--and his father's?"
       "On everybody's. Your own father's. Your mother's."
       "My sister's?" The question was a threatening sneer.
       "Yes, sir." The breakfast bell rang merrily below and Hugh turned to leave. Julian blazed out in curses:
       "I forbid you 'that young lady's' company henceforth!"
       "And that's the private word you had for me?"
       "Yes, damn you! I know who sat up late last night. If you do it again I'll shoot you right on this boat!"
       "My private word for you, Mr. Hayle, isn't as public as that. Only I and the texas tender know it."
       "Most fitting partnership!"
       "No, it was entirely his own enterprise. While you and your brother were getting your information from him he got your weapons from both of you. I have them in the clerk's safe." _
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Chapter 1. The Steamboat Levee
Chapter 2. The "Votaress"
Chapter 3. Certain Passengers
Chapter 4. The First Two Miles
Chapter 5. Ramsey Hayle
Chapter 6. Hayle's Twins
Chapter 7. Supper
Chapter 8. Questions
Chapter 9. Sitting Silent
Chapter 10. Peril
Chapter 11. First Night-Watch
Chapter 12. Hugh And The Twins
Chapter 13. The Superabounding Ramsey
Chapter 14. The Committee Of Seven
Chapter 15. Morning Watch
Chapter 16. Phyllis
Chapter 17. "It's A-Happmin' Yit--To We All"
Chapter 18. Ramsey Wins A Point Or Two
Chapter 19. This Way To Womanhood
Chapter 20. Ladies' Table
Chapter 21. Ramsey And The Bishop
Chapter 22. Basile And What He Saw
Chapter 23. A State Of Affairs
Chapter 24. A Senator Enlightened
Chapter 25. "Please Assemble"
Chapter 26. Alarm And Distress
Chapter 27. Pilots' Eyes
Chapter 28. Words And The "Westwood"
Chapter 29. Studying The River--Together
Chapter 30. Phyllis Again
Chapter 31. The Burning Boat
Chapter 32. A Prophet In The Wilderness
Chapter 33. Twins And Texas Tender
Chapter 34. The Peacemakers
Chapter 35. Unsettled Weather
Chapter 36. Captain's Room
Chapter 37. Basile Uses A Cane
Chapter 38. The Cane Again
Chapter 39. Fortitude
Chapter 40. Ramsey At The Footlights
Chapter 41. Quits
Chapter 42. Against Kin
Chapter 43. Which From Which
Chapter 44. Forbearance
Chapter 45. Applause
Chapter 46. After The Play
Chapter 47. Insomnia
Chapter 48. "California"
Chapter 49. Kangaroo Point
Chapter 50. "Delta Will Do"
Chapter 51. Loving-Kindness
Chapter 52. Love Runs Rough But Runs On
Chapter 53. Trading For Phyllis
Chapter 54. "Can't!"
Chapter 55. Love Makes A Cut-Off
Chapter 56. Eight Years After
Chapter 57. Farewell, "Votaress"
Chapter 58. 'Lindy Lowe
Chapter 59. "Conclusively"
Chapter 60. Once More Hugh Sings
Chapter 61. Wanted, Hayle's Twins
Chapter 62. Euthanasia
Chapter 63. The Captain's Chair