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With an
intuition of heart beyond all reasoning, she felt that he who had
drawn his life from her must know her and respond to nature's
first strong tie.
In surprise, Nichol had risen, then was embarrassed to find an
elderly woman sobbing on his breast and addressing him in broken,
endearing words by a name utterly unfamiliar. He looked
wonderingly at his father, who stood near, trembling and regarding
him through tear-dimmed eyes with an affectionate interest,
impressive even to his limited perceptions.
"Doctor," he began over his mother's head, "what in thunder does
all this here mean? Me 'n' Jackson was chinnin' comf't'bly, when
sud'n you uns let loose on me two crazy old parties I never seed
ner yeared on. Never had folks go on so 'bout me befo'. Beats even
that Hob't Ma'tine," and he showed signs of rising irritation.
"Albert, Albert!" almost shrieked Mrs. Nichol, "don't you know
me--ME, your own mother?"
"Naw."
At the half-indignant, incredulous tone, yet more than all at the
strange accent and form of this negative, the poor woman was
almost beside herself.


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