Williams presided over the departure of
others to the bourne from which none return, then buried them with
all proper observance. Uncle Lusthah carried around by a sort of
stealth his pearl of simple, vital, hope-inspiring faith, and he
found more than one ready to give their all for it. The old man
pointed directly to Him who "taketh away the sin of the world," then
stood aside that dying eyes might look. With the best intentions Dr.
Williams, with his religious formulas, got directly in the way,
bewildering weak minds with a creed.
Mrs. Whately and her son went and came from their plantation and
were troubled over the condition of things there. The slaves were in
a state of sullen, smouldering rebellion and several of them had
disappeared. "I fear Madison has been too arbitrary," she admitted
to her brother.
Mr. Baron shrugged his shoulders and smoked in silence. Perhaps his
preposterous niece had not been so crazy after all.
Between Maynard and Whately there were increasing evidences of
trouble, which the mother of the latter did her best to avert by
remonstrances and entreaty.
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