Part Two-6
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The hous<bdo></bdo>e was still quiet. Everybody had fotten about Bubber. He was nowhere around. An hour passed. Her Mama and Hazel aa and all the boarders waited in the front room. Mister Siood in the doorway.After a long time her Dad came home. He said Baby wouldnt
die but that her skull was fractured. He asked for Bubber.
Nobody knew where he was. It was dark outside. They called Bubber in the back yard and ireet.<u></u> They sent Spareribs and some other boys out to hunt for him. It looked like Bubber had gone clear out of the neighborhood. Harry went around to a house where they thought he might be.
Her Dad walked up and down the front porch. I never have whipped any of my kids yet, he kept saying. I never believed in it. But Im sure going to lay it onto that kid as soon as I get my hands on him.’
Mick sat on the banisters and watched down the dark street. I manage Bubber. Once he es back I take care of him all right.’
You go out and hunt for him. You find him better than anybody else.’
As soon as her Dad said that she suddenly knew where Bubber was. In the back yard there was a big oak and in the summer they had built a tree house. They had hauled a big box up in this oak, and Bubber used to love to sit up iree house by himself. Mick left the family and the boarders on the front pord walked back through the alley of the dark yard.
She stood for a minute by the trunk of the tree. Bubber—, she said quietly. Its Mick.’
He didnt answer, but she knew he was there. It was like she could smell him. She swung up on the lowest brand climbed slowly. She was really mad with that kid and would have to teach him a lesson. When she reached the tree house she spoke to him again<mark></mark>—and still there wasnt any answer. She climbed into the big box a around the edges. At last she touched him. He was sged up in a er and his legs were trembling. He had been holding his breath, and wheouched him the sobs and the breath came out all at once.
I—I didnt mean Baby to fall. She was just so little and cute—seemed to me like I just had to take a pop at her.’
Mick sat down on the floor of the tree house. Babys dead, she said. They got a lot of people hunting for you.’
Bubber quit g. He was very quiet.
*You know what Dads doing in the house?It was like she could hear Bubber listening.
You know Warden Lawes—you heard him over the radio.
And you know Sing Sing. Well, our Dads writing a letter to Warden Lawes for him to be a little bit kind to you when they catch you and send you to Sing Sing.’
The words were so awful-sounding in the dark that a shiver came over her. She could feel Bubber trembling.
They got little electric chairs there—just your size. And wheurn on the juice you just fry up like a piece of burnt ba. Then you go to Hell.’
Bubber was squeezed up in the er and there was not a sound from him. She climbed over the edge of the box to get down. You better stay up here because they got poli guarding the yard. Maybe in a few days I bring vou something to eat’
Mick leaned against the trunk of the oak tree. That would teach Bubber all right. She had always managed him and she knew more about that kid than anybody else. Once, about a year or two ago, he was always wanting to stop off behind bushes and pee and play with himself awhile. She had caught on to that pretty quick. She gave him a good slap every time it happened and in three days he was cured. Afterwards he never even peed normal like other kids—he held his hands behind him. She always had to hat Bubber and she could always manage him. In a little while she would go back up to the tree house and bring him in. After this he would never want to pick up a gun again in all his life.
There was still this dead feeling in the house. The boarders all sat on the front porch without talking or rog in the chairs.
Her Dad and her Mama were in the front room. Her Dad drank beer out of a bottle and walked up and down the floor. Baby was going to get well all right, so this worry was not about her. And nobody seemed to be anxious about Bubber. It was something else.
That Bubber!" said Etta.
Tm shamed to go out of the house after this, Hazel said.
Etta and Hazel went into the middle room and closed the door.
Bill was in his room at the back. She didnt want to talk with them. She stood around in the front hall and thought it over by herself.
Her Dads footsteps stopped. It was deliberate, he said. Its not like the kid was just fooling with the gun and it went off by act. Everybody who saw it said he took deliberate aim.’
I wonder when well hear from Mrs. Wilson, her Mama said.
■Well hear plenty, all right!’
I re we will.’
Now that the sun was down the night was cold again like November. The people came in from the front pord sat in the living-room—but nobody lighted a fire. Micks sweater was hanging o rack, so she put it on and stood with her shoulders bent over to keep warm. She thought about Bubber sitting out in the cold, dark tree house. He had really believed every word she said. But he sure deserved to worry some. He had nearly killed that Baby.
Mick, t you think of some place where Bubber might be?her Dad asked.
Hes in the neighborhood, I re.’
Her Dad walked up and down with the empty beer bottle in his hand. He walked like a blind man and there was sweat on his face. The poor kids scared to e home. If we could find him Id feel better. Ive never laid a hand on Bubber. He oughtnt be scared of me.’
She would wait until an hour and a half was gone. By that time he would be plenty sorry for what he did. She always could mahat Bubber and make him learn.
After a while there was a big excitement in the house. Her Dad telephoned again to the hospital to see how Baby was, and in a few minutes Mrs. Wilson called back. She said she wao have a talk with them and would e to the house.
Her Dad still walked up and down the front room like a blind man. He drank three more bottles of beer. The way it all happened she sue my britches off. All she could get would be the house outside of the me. But the way it happened we dont have any eback at all.’
Suddenly Mick thought about something. Maybe they would really try Bubber in court and put him in a childrens jail.
Maybe Mrs. Wilson would send him to reform saybe they would really do something terrible to
Bubber. She wao go out to the tree house right away and sit with him and tell him not to worry. Bubber was always so thin and little and smart. She would kill anybody that tried to send that kid out of the family. She wao kiss him and bite him because she loved him so much.
But she couldnt miss anything. Mrs. Wilson would be there in a few minutes and she had to know what was going on. Then she would run out and tell Bubber that all the things she said were lies. And he would really have learhe lesson he had ing to him.
A teajdcab drove up to the sidewalk. Everybody waited on the front porch, very quiet and scared. Mrs. Wilson got out of the taxi with Mister Brannon. She could hear her Dad grinding his teeth together in a nervous way as they came up the steps. They went i<dfn></dfn>nto the front room and she followed along after them and stood in the doorway. Etta and Hazel and Bill and the boarders kept out of it.
Ive e to talk over all this with you, Mrs. Wilson said.
The front room looked tacky and dirty and she saw Mister Brannon notice everything. The mashed celluloid doll and the beads and junk Ralph played with were scattered on the floor.
There was beer on her Dads workbench, and the pillows on the bed where her Dad and Mama slept were right gray.
Mrs. Wilso pulling the wedding ring on and off her finger. By the side of her Mister Brannon was very calm. He sat with his legs crossed. His jaws were blue-blad he looked like a gangster in the movies. He had always had this grudge against her. He always spoke to her in this rough voice different from the way he talked to other people. Was it because he knew about the time she and Bubber swiped a pack of chewing gum off his ter? She hated him.
It all boils down to this, said Mrs. Wilson. "Your kid shot my baby in the head on purpose.’
Mick stepped into the middle of the room. *No, he didnt, she said. I was right there. Bubber had been aiming that gun at me and Ralph and everything around there.
He just happeo aim it at Baby and his finger slipped. I
was right there.’
Mister Brannon rubbed his nose and looked at her in a sad way. She sure did hate him.
I know how you all feel—so I want to e to the point right now.’
Micks Mama rattled a bunch of keys and her Dad sat very still with his big hands hanging over his knees.
Bubber didnt have it in his mind beforehand, Mick said. He just------’
Mrs. Wilson jabbed the ring on and oft her finger. Wait a minute. I know how everything is. I could bring it to court and sue for every t you own.’
Her Dad didnt have any expression on his face. I tell you ohing, he said. We dont have much to sue for. All we got is------’
Just listen to me, said Mrs. Wilson. I havent e here with any lawyer to sue you. Bartholomew—Mister Brannon—and I talked it over when we came and we just about agree on the main points. In the first place, I want to do the fair, hohing—and in the sed place, I dont want Babys name mixed up in no on lawsuit at her age.’
There was not a sound and everybody in the room sat stiff in their chairs. Only Mister Brannon halfway smiled at Mick, but she squinted her eyes back at him in a tough way.
Mrs. Wilson was very nervous and her hand shook when she lighted a cigarette. I dont want to have to sue you or anything like that. All I want is for you to be fair. Im not asking you to pay for all the suffering and g Baby went through with until they gave her something to sleep. Theres not any pay that would make up for that. And Im not asking you to pay for the damage this will do to her career and the plans we had made. Shes going to have to wear a bandage for several months. She woo dan the soiree—maybe therell even be a little bald pla her head.’
Mrs. Wilson and her Dad looked at each other like they was hypnotized. Then Mrs. Wilson reached around to her pocketbook and took out a slip of paper."The things you got to pay are just the actual price of what it
will cost us in moheres Babys private room in the hospital and a private il she e home. Theres the operating room and the doctors bill— and for once I ihe doctor to be paid right away. Also, they shaved all Babys hair off and you got to pay me for the perma <var></var>wave I took her to Atlanta to get—so when her hair grows baatural she have another one. And theres the price of her e and other little extra bills like that. Ill write all the items down just as soon as I know what theyll be. Im trying to be just as fair and ho as I , and youll have to pay the total when I bring it to you.’
Her Mama smoothed her dress over her knees and took a quick, short breath. Seems to me like the childrens ward would be a lot better than a private room. When Mick had penumonia------’
I said a private room.’
Mister Brannon held out his white, stumpy hands and balahem like they was on scales. Maybe in a day or two Baby move into a double room with some other kid.’
Mrs. Wilson spoke hard-boiled. You heard what I said. Long as your kid shot my Baby she certainly ought to have every advail she gets well.’
Youre in yhts, her Dad said. God knows we dont have anything now—but maybe I scrape it up. I realize youre n to take advantage of us and I appreciate it. Well do what we .’
She wao stay and hear everything that they said, but Bubber was on her mind. Whehought of him sitting up in the dark, cold tree house thinking about Sing Sing she felt uneasy. She went out of the room and down the hall toward the back door. The wind was blowing and the yard was very dark except for the yellow square that came from the light i. When she looked back she saw Portia sitting at the table with her long, thin hands up on her face, very still.
The yard was lonesome and the wind made quick, scary shadows and a m kind of sound in the darkness.
She stood uhe oak tree. Then just as she started to reach for the first limb a terrible notion came over her.
It came to her all of a sudden that Bubber was gone. She
called him and he did not answer. She climbed quid quiet as a cat.
Say! Bubber!’
Without feeling in the box she knew he wasnt there. To make sure she got into the box a in all the ers. The kid was gone. He must have started down the minute she left. He was running away for sure now, and with a smart kid like Bubber it was no telling where theyd catch him.
She scrambled dowree and ran to the front porch. Mrs.
Wilson was leaving and they had all e out to the front steps with her.
Dad! she said. We got to do something about Bubber. Hes run away. Im sure he left our block. We all got to get out and hunt him.’
Nobody knew where to go or how to begin. Her Dad walked up and dowreet, looking in all the alleys. Mister Brannon telephoned for a teaxi for Mrs. Wilson and then stayed to help with the hunt. Mister Singer sat on the banisters of the pord he was the only person who kept calm. They all waited for Mick to plan out the best places to look for Bubber. But the town was so big and the little kid so smart that she couldnt think what to do.
Maybe he had goo Portias house over in Sugar Hill. She went bato the kit where Portia was sitting at the table with her hands up to her face.
I got this sudden notion he went down to your house. Help us hunt him.’
How e I didnt think of that! I bet a nickel my little scared Bubber been staying in my home all the time.’
Mister Brannon had borrowed an automobile. He and Mister Singer and Micks Dad got into the car with her and Portia.
Nobody knew what Bubber was feeling except her. Nobody knew he had really run away like he was esg to save his life.
Portias house was dark except for the checkered moonlight on the floor. As soon as they stepped ihey could tell there was nobody iwo rooms. Portia lighted the front lamp.
The rooms had a colored smell, and they were crowded with cut-out pictures on the walls andthe lace table covers and lace pillows on the bed. Bubber was
not there.
He been here, Portia suddenly said. I tell somebody been in here.’
Mister Singer found the pencil and piece of paper o table. He read it quickly and then they all looked at it The writing was round and scraggly and the smart little kid hadnt misspelled but one word. The note said:Dear Portia,I goo Florada. Tell every body.
Yours truly, Bubber KellyThey stood around surprised and stumped. Her Dad looked out the dooricked his h his thumb in a worried way. They were all ready to pile in the car and ride toward the highway leading south.
Wait a minute, Mick said. Even if Bubber is seven years old hes got brains enough not to tell us where hes going if he wants to run away. That about Florida is just a trick.’
A trick? her Dad said.
Yeah. There only two places Bubber knows very much about.
One is Florida and the other is Atlanta. Me and Bubber and Ralph have been olanta road many a time. He knows how to start there and thats where hes headed. He always talks about what hes going to do whes a ce to go to Atlanta.’
They went out to the automobile again. She was ready to climb into the back seat when Portia pinched her on the elbow. You know what Bubber done? she said in a quiet voice. Dont you tell nobody else, but my Bubber done also taken my gold earrings off my dresser. I hought my Bubber would have done such a thing to me.’
Mister Brannon started the automobile. They rode slow, looking up and dowreets for Bubber, headed toward the Atlanta road.
It was true that in Bubber there was a tough, mean streak. He was ag different today than he had ever acted before. Up until now he was always a quiet little kid who never really done anything mean. When anybodysfeelings were hurt it always made him ashamed and nervous.
Then how e he could do all the things he had dooday？
They drove very slow out the Atlanta road. They passed the last line of houses and came to the dark fields and woods. All along they had stopped to ask if anyone had seen Bubber. Has a little barefooted kid in corduroy knickers been by this way? But even after they had gone about ten miles nobody had seen or noticed him. The wind came in cold and strong from the open windows and it was late at night.
They rode a little farther and the back toward town. Her Dad and Mister Brannon wao look up all the children in the sed grade, but she made them turn around and go ba the Atlanta road again. All the while she remembered the words she had said to Bubber. About Baby being dead and Sing Sing and Warden Lawes. About the small electric chairs that were just his size, and Hell. In the dark the words had souerrible.
They rode very slow for about half a mile out of town, and then suddenly she saw Bubber. The lights of the car showed him up in front of them very plain. It was funny. He was walking along the edge of the road and he had his thumb out trying to get a ride. Portias butcher knife was stu his belt, and on the wide, dark road he looked so small that it was like he was five years old instead of seven.
They stopped the automobile and he ran to get in. He couldnt see who they were, and his face had the squint-eyed look it always had wheook aim with a marble. Her Dad held him by the collar. He hit with his fists and kicked. Then he had the butcher knife in his hand. Their Dad ya away from him just in time. He fought like a little tiger in a trap, but finally they got him into the car. Their Dad held him in his lap on the way home and Bubber sat very stiff, not leaning against anything.
They had t him into the house, and all the neighbors and the boarders were out to see the otion. They dragged him into the front room and when he was there he backed off into a er, holding his fists very tight and with his squinted eyes looking from one person to the other Like he was ready to fight the whole crowd.
He hadnt said one word sihey came into the house
until he began to scream: "Mick do! I didnt do it Mick do!’
There were never any kind of yells like the ones Bub-ber made. The veins in his neck stood out and his fists were hard as little rocks.
You t get me! Nobody get me! he kept yelling.
Mick shook him by the shoulder. She told him the things she had said were stories. He finally knew what she was saying but he wouldnt hush. It looked like nothing could stop that screaming.
I hate everybody! I hate everybody!’
They all just stood around. Mister Brannon rubbed his nose and looked down at the floor. Then finally he went out very quietly. Mister Singer was the only one who seemed to know what it was all about. Maybe this was because he didhat awful noise. His face was still calm, and whenever Bubber looked at him he seemed to get quieter. Mister Singer was different from any other man, and at times like this it would be better if other people would let him manage. He had more sense and he khings that ordinary people couldnt know. He just looked at Bubber, and after a while the kid quieted down enough so that their Dad could get him to bed.
In the bed he lay on his fad cried. He cried with long, big sobs that made him tremble all over. He cried for an hour and nobody ihree rooms could sleep. Bill moved to the living-room sofa and Mick got into bed with Bubber. He would her touch him or snug up to him. Then after another hour and hiccoughing he went to sleep.
She was awake a long time. In the dark she put her arms around him and held him very close. She touched him all over and kissed him everywhere. He was so soft and little and there was this salty, boy smell about him. The love she felt was so hard that she had to squeeze him to her until her arms were tired. In her mind she thought about Bubber and music together. It was like she could never do anything good enough for him. She would never hit him or even tease him again. She slept all night with her arms around his head. Then in the m when she woke up he was gone. But after that night there was not much of a ce for
her to tease him any more—her or anybody else. After he shot Baby the kid was not ever like little Bubber again. He always kept his mouth shut and he didnt fool around with anybody.
Most of the time he just sat in the back yard or in the coal house by himself. It got closer and closer toward Christmas time. She really wanted a piano, but naturally she didnt say anything about that. She told everybody she wanted a Micky Mouse watch. When they asked Bubber what he wanted from Santa Claus he said he didnt want anything. He hid his marbles and jaife and would aouch his story books.
After that night nobody called him Bubber any more. The big kids in the neighborhood started calling him Baby-Killer Kelly. But he didnt speak much to any person and nothing seemed to bother him. The family called him by his real name—Gee. At first Mick couldnt stop calling him Bubber and she didnt want to stop. But it was funny how after about a week she just naturally called him Gee like the others did.
But he was a different kid— Geoing around by himself always like a person much older and with nobody, not even her, knowing what was really in his mind.
She slept with him on Christmas Eve night. He lay in the dark without talking. Quit ag so peculiar, she said to him. Less talk about the wise men and the way the children in Holland put out their wooden shoes instead of hanging up their stogs.’
Gee wouldnt answer. He went to sleep.
She got up at four oclo the m and waked everybody in the family. Their Dad built a fire in the front room and thehem go into the Christmas tree and see what they got. Gee had an Indian suit and Ralph a rubber doll. The rest of the family just got clothes. She looked all through her stog for the Mickey Mouse watch but it wasnt there. Her presents were a pair of brown Oxford shoes and a box of cherry dy. While it was still dark she and Gee went out on the sidewalk and cracked oes and shot firecrackers and ate up the whole two-layer box of cherry dy. And by the time it was daylight they were sick to the stomad tired out. She lay down on die sofa. She shut her eyes a into the inside room.
EIGHT oclock Doctor Copeland sat at his desk, studying a sheaf of papers by the bleak m light from the window.
Beside him the tree, a thick-fringed cedar, rose up dark and green to the ceiling. Sihe first year he began to practice he had given an annual party on Christmas Day, and now all was in readiness. Rows of benches and chairs lihe walls of the front rooms. Throughout the house there was the sweet spiced odor of newly baked cake and steaming coffee. In the office with him Portia sat on a bench against the wall, her hands cupped beh her , her body bent almost double.
Father, you been scrouched over the desk since five oclock.
You got no busio be up. You ought to stayed in bed until time for the to-do.’
Doctor Copeland moistened his thick lips with his tongue. So much was on his mind that he had no attention to give to Portia. Her presence fretted him.
At last he turo her irritably. Why do you sit there moping?’
I just got worries, she said. For ohing, I worried about our Willie.’
William?’
You see he been writing me regular ever Sunday. The letter will get here on Monday or Tuesday. But last week he didnt write. Course I not really anxious. Willie—he always so good-natured and sweet I know he going to be all right. He been transferred from the prison to the gang and they going to work up somewhere north of Atlanta. Two weeks ago he wrote this here letter to say they going to attend a church service today, and he done asked me to send him his suit of clothes and his red tie.’
?Is that all William said?’
He written that this Mr. B. F. Mason is at the prison, too. And that he run into Buster Johnson—he a boy Willie used to know. And also he done asked me to please send him his harp because he t be happy without he got his harp to play on. I do everthing. Also a checker set and a white-iced cake.
But I sure hope I hears from him in the few days.’
Doctor Copelands eyes glowed with fever and he could not rest his hands. Daughter, we shall have to discuss this later. It is getting late and I must finish here. You go back to the kit ahat all is ready.’
Portia stood up and tried to make her face bright and happy.
What you done decided about that five-dollar prize?’
As yet I have been uo decide just what is the wisest course, he said carefully.
A certain friend of his, a Negro pharmacist, gave an award of five dollars every year to the high-school student who wrote the best essay on a given subject. The pharmacist always made Doctor Copeland sole judge of the papers and the winner was annou the Christmas party. The subject of the position this year was My Ambition: How I Better the Position of the Negro Ra Society. There was only one essay worthy of real sideratiohis paper was so childish and ill-advised that it would hardly be prudent to fer upon it the award. Doctor Copeland put on his glasses and re-read the essay with deep tration.
This is my ambition. First I wish to attend Tuskegee College but I do not wish to be a man like Booker Washington or Doctor Carver. Then when I deem that my education is plete I wish to start off being a fine lawyer like the one who defehe Scottsboro Boys. I would only take cases for colored people against white people. Every day our people are made in every way and by every means to feel that they are inferior. This is not so. We are a Rising Race. And we ot sweat beh the white mans burdens for long. We ot always sow where others reap.
I want to be like Moses, who led the children of Israel from the land of the oppressors. I want to get up a Secret anization of Colored Leaders and Scholars. All colored people will anize uhe dire of these picked leaders and prepare for revolt. Other nations in the world who are ied in the plight of our rad who would like to see the Uates divided would e to our aid. All colored people will anize and there will be a revolution, and at the close coloredpeople will take up all the territory east of the Mississippi and
south of the Potomac. I shall set up a mighty try uhe trol of the anization of Colored Leaders and Scholars.
No white person will be alloassport—and if they get into the try they will have no legal rights.
I hate the whole white rad will work always so that the colored race achieve revenge for all their sufferings. That is my ambition.
Doctor Copelahe fever warm in his veins. The tig of the clo his desk was loud and the sound jarred his nerves. How could he give the award to a boy with such wild notions as this? What should he decide？
The other essays were without any firm tent at all. The young people would not think. They wrote only about their ambitions and omitted the last part of the tide altogether. Only one point was of some signifii of the lot of twenty-five began with the sentence, I do not want to be a servant. After that they wished to fly airplanes, or be prizefighters, or preachers or dancers. One girls sole ambition was to be kind to the poor.
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