The Concealed Path
To get rid of the offal from the butchered beast. We would not wash out the blood-stains and leave that to set our cattle mad."
His laugh changed to a note of victory.
"And now, Abner," he cried, "will you stay and see me married, who have come hoping to see me hanged?"
My uncle had moved over to the window. While Campbell spoke, he seemed to listen, not so much to the man as to sounds outside. Now far off on a covered wooden bridge of the road there was the faint sound of horses. And with a grim smile Abner turned about.
"I will stay," he said, "and see which it is."
It was the very strangest wedding—the big, determined woman like a Fate, the tattered servants with candles in their hands, the minister, and the bride covered and hidden in her veil, like a wooden figure counterfeiting life.
The thing began. There was an atmosphere of silence. My uncle went over to the window. The snow on the road deadened the sounds of the advancing horses, until the iron shoes rang on the stones before the door. Then, suddenly, as though he waited for the sound, he cried out with a great voice against the marriage. The big-nosed, red-haired woman turned on him:
"Why do you object, who have no concern in this thing?"
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