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The lawyer took the papers and, adjusting his eyeglasses, began to look them through.
âYes, yes,â he said; âI see.â
âSince Mr. Gamiche died on Tuesdayââ âbegan Gilma.
âGamiche died!â repeated Lawyer Paxton, with astonishment. âWhy, you donât mean to tell me that vieux Gamiche is dead? Well, well. I hadnât heard of it; I just returned from Shreveport this morning. So le vieux Gamiche is dead, is he? And you say you want to get possession of a horse. What did you say your name was?â drawing a pencil from his pocket.
âGilma Germain is my name, suh.â
âGilma Germain,â repeated the lawyer, a little meditatively, scanning his visitor closely. âYes, I recall your face now. You are the young fellow whom le vieux Gamiche took to live with him some ten or twelve years ago.â
âTen years ago lasâ November, suh.â
Lawyer Paxton arose and went to his safe, from which, after unlocking it, he took a legal-looking document that he proceeded to read carefully through to himself.
âWell, Mr. Germain, I reckon there wonât be any trouble about regaining possession of the horse,â laughed Lawyer Paxton. âIâm pleased to inform you, my dear sir, that our old friend, Gamiche, has made you sole heir to his property; that is, his plantation, including live stock, farming implements, machinery, household effects, etc. Quite a pretty piece of property,â he proclaimed leisurely, seating himself comfortably for a long talk. âAnd I may add, a pretty piece of luck, Mr. Germain, for a young fellow just starting out in life; nothing but to step into a dead manâs shoes! A great chanceâ âgreat chance. Do you know, sir, the moment you mentioned your name, it came back to me like a flash, how le vieux Gamiche came in here one day, about three years ago, and wanted to make his willââ âAnd the loquacious lawyer went on with his reminiscences and interesting bits of information, of which Gilma heard scarcely a word.
He was stunned, drunk, with the sudden joy of possession; the thought of what seemed to him great wealth, all his ownâ âhis own! It seemed as if a hundred different sensations were holding him at once, and as if a thousand intentions crowded upon him. He felt like another being who would have to readjust himself to the new conditions, presenting themselves so unexpectedly. The narrow confines of the office were stifling, and it seemed as if the lawyerâs flow of talk would never stop. Gilma arose abruptly, and with a half-uttered apology, plunged from the room into the outer air.
Two days later Gilma stopped again before Aunt Halifaxâs cabin, on his way back to the plantation. He was walking as before, having declined to avail himself of any one of the several offers of a mount that had been tendered him in town and on the way. A rumor of Gilmaâs great good fortune had preceded him, and Aunt Halifax greeted him with an almost triumphal shout as he approached.
âGod knows you desarve it, Mista Gilma! De Lord knows you does, suh! Come in anâ resâ yoâseâf, suh. You, âRelius! git out dis heah cabin; crowdinâ up dat away!â She wiped off the best chair available and offered it to Gilma.
He was glad to rest himself and glad to accept Aunt Halifaxâs proffer of a cup of coffee, which she was in the act of dripping before a small fire. He sat as far as he could from the fire, for the day was warm; he mopped his face, and fanned himself with his broad-rimmed hat.
âI desâ canât heâp laughinâ wâen I thinks âbout it,â said the old woman, fairly shaking, as she leaned over the hearth. âI wakes up in de night, even, anâ has to laugh.â
âHowâs that. Aunt Halâfax,â asked Gilma, almost tempted to laugh himself at he knew not what.
âGâlong, Mista Gilma! like you donâ know! Itâs wâen I thinks âbout Septime anâ them like I gwine see âem in dat wagon tomorâ moâninâ, onâ dey way back to Caddo. Oh, lawsy!â
âThat isnâ so verâ funny, Aunt Halâfax,â returned Gilma, feeling himself ill at ease as he accepted the cup of coffee which she presented to him with much ceremony on a platter. âI feel pretty sorry for Septime, myseâf.â
âI reckon he know now who Jupe bâlong to,â she went on, ignoring his expression of sympathy; âno need to tell him who Polâcy bâlong to, nuther. Anâ I tell you, Mista Gilma,â she went on, leaning upon the table without seating herself, âdey gwine back to hard times in Caddo. I heah tell dey nuva gits ânough to eat, yonda. Septime, he canât do nuttinâ âcepâ set still all twisâ up like a sarpint. Anâ Maâme BrozĂ©, she do some kine sewinâ; but donât look like she got sense ânough to do dat halfway. Anâ dem liâle gals, dey âbleege to run barâfoot mosâ all lasâ wintaâ, twell dat liâlesâ gal, she got her heel plum frosâ bit, so dey tells me. Oh, lawsy! How dey gwine look tomorâ, all trapsinâ back to Caddo!â
Gilma had never found Aunt Halifaxâs company so intensely disagreeable as at that moment. He thanked her for the coffee, and went away so suddenly as to startle her. But her good humor never flagged. She called out to him from the doorway:
âOh, Mista Gilma! You reckon dey knows who Polâcy bâlongs to now?â
He somehow did not feel quite prepared to face Septime; and he lingered along the road. He even stopped a while to rest, apparently, under the shade of a huge cottonwood tree that overhung the bayou. From the very first, a subtle uneasiness, a self-dissatisfaction had mingled with his elation, and he was trying to discover what it meant.
To begin with, the straightforwardness of his own nature had inwardly resented the sudden change in the bearing of most people toward himself. He was trying to recall, too, something which the lawyer
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