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The pretended confession of the brother； in which he had spoken of the
humble origin of the family； had been； consciously or unconsciously； the
most disingenuous feature of the whole miserable performance。 They
had tried by a show of frankness to satisfy their own consciences；they
doubtless had enough of white blood to give them a rudimentary trace of
such a moral organ；and by the same act to disarm him against future
recriminations； in the event of possible discovery。 How was he to
imagine that persons of their appearance and pretensions were tainted with
negro blood？ The more he dwelt upon the subject； the more angry he
became with those who had surprised his virgin heart and deflowered it by
such low trickery。 The man who brought the first negro into the British
colonies had committed a crime against humanity and a worse crime
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against his own race。 The father of this girl had been guilty of a sin
against society for which othersfor which he； George Tryon must pay
the penalty。 As slaves； negroes were tolerable。 As freemen； they were
an excrescence； an alien element incapable of absorption into the body
politic of white men。 He would like to send them all back to the Africa
from which their forefathers had come；unwillingly enough； he would
admit； and he would like especially to banish this girl from his own
neighborhood； not indeed that her presence would make any difference to
him； except as a humiliating reminder of his own folly and weakness with
which he could very well dispense。
Of this state of mind Tryon gave no visible manifestation beyond a
certain taciturnity； so much at variance with his recent liveliness that the
ladies could not fail to notice it。 No effort upon the part of either was
able to affect his mood； and they both resigned themselves to await his
lordship's pleasure to be companionable。
For a day or two； Tryon sedulously kept away from the neighborhood
of the schoolhouse at Sandy Rim。 He really had business which would
have taken him in that direction； but made a detour of five miles rather
than go near his abandoned and discredited sweetheart。
But George Tryon was wisely distrustful of his own impulses。
Driving one day along the road to Clinton； he overhauled a diminutive
black figure trudging along the road； occasionally turning a handspring by
way of diversion。
〃Hello； Plato；〃 called Tryon； 〃do you want a lift？〃
〃Hoddy； Mars Geo'ge。 Kin I ride wid you？〃
〃Jump up。〃
Plato mounted into the buggy with the agility to be expected from a
lad of his acrobatic accomplishments。 The two almost immediately fell
into conversation upon perhaps the only subject of common interest
between them。 Before the town was reached； Tryon knew； so far as Plato
could make it plain； the estimation in which the teacher was held by pupils
and parents。 He had learned the hours of opening and dismissal of the
school； where the teacher lived； her habits of coming to and going from
the schoolhouse； and the road she always followed。
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〃Does she go to church or anywhere else with Jeff Wain； Plato？〃 asked
Tryon。
〃No； suh； she don' go nowhar wid nobody excep'n' ole Elder Johnson
er Mis' Johnson； an' de child'en。 She use' ter stop at Mis' Wain's； but she's
stayin' wid Elder Johnson now。 She alluz makes some er de child'en go
home wid er f'm school；〃 said Plato； proud to find in Mars Geo'ge an
appreciative listener；〃sometimes one an' sometimes anudder。 I's be'n
home wid 'er twice； ann it'll be my tu'n ag'in befo' long。〃
〃Plato；〃 remarked Tryon impressively； as they drove into the town； 〃do
you think you could keep a secret？〃
〃Yas； Mars Geo'ge； ef you says I shill。〃
〃Do you see this fifty…cent piece？〃 Tryon displayed a small piece of
paper money； crisp and green in its newness。
〃Yas； Mars Geo'ge；〃 replied Plato； fixing his eyes respectfully on the
government's promise to pay。 Fifty cents was a large sum of money。
His acquaintance with Mars Geo'ge gave him the privilege of looking at
money。 When he grew up； he would be able； in good times； to earn fifty
cents a day。
〃I am going to give this to you； Plato。〃
Plato's eyes opened wide as saucers。 〃Me； Mars Geo'ge？〃 he asked in
amazement。
〃Yes； Plato。 I'm going to write a letter while I'm in town； and want
you to take it。 Meet me here in half an hour； and I'll give you the letter。
Meantime； keep your mouth shut。〃
〃Yas； Mars Geo'ge；〃 replied Plato with a grin that distended that organ
unduly。 That he did not keep it shut may be inferred from the fact that
within the next half hour he had eaten and drunk fifty cents' worth of
candy； ginger…pop； and other available delicacies that appealed to the
youthful palate。 Having nothing more to spend； and the high prices
prevailing for some time after the war having left him capable of
locomotion； Plato was promptly on hand at the appointed time and place。
Tryon placed a letter in Plato's hand； still sticky with molasses candy；
he had inclosed it in a second cover by way of protection。 〃Give that
letter；〃 he said； 〃to your teacher； don't say a word about it to a living soul；
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bring me an answer； and give it into my own hand； and you shall have
another half dollar。〃
Tryon was quite aware that by a surreptitious correspondence he ran
some risk of compromising Rena。 But he had felt； as soon as he had
indulged his first opportunity to talk of her； an irresistible impulse to see
her and speak to her again。 He could scarcely call at her boarding…place；…
… what possible proper excuse could a young white man have for visiting a
colored woman？ At the schoolhouse she would be surrounded by her
pupils；