And so Melanctha Herbert began once more to wander and with men Rose never thought it was right she should be with.

One day Melanctha had been very busy with the different kinds of ways she wandered.  It was a pleasant late afternoon at the end of a long summer.  Melanctha was walking along, and she was free and excited.  Melanctha had just parted from a white man and she had a bunch of flowers he had left with her.  A young buck, a mulatto, passed by and snatched them from her.  “It certainly is real sweet in you sister, to be giving me them pretty flowers,” he said to her.

“I don’t see no way it can make them sweeter to have with you,” said Melanctha.  “What one man gives, another man had certainly just as much good right to be taking.”  “Keep your old flowers then, I certainly don’t never want to have them.”  Melanctha Herbert laughed at him and took them.  “No, I didn’t nohow think you really did want to have them.  Thank you kindly mister, for them.  I certainly always do admire to see a man always so kind of real polite to people.”  The man laughed, “You ain’t nobody’s fool I can say for you, but you certainly are a damned pretty kind of girl, now I look at you.  Want men to be polite to you?  All right, I can love you, that’s real polite now, want to see me try it.”  “I certainly ain’t got no time this evening just only left to thank you.  I certainly got to be real busy now, but I certainly always will admire to see you.”  The man tried to catch and stop her, Melanctha Herbert laughed and dodged so that he could not touch her.  Melanctha went quickly down a side street near her and so the man for that time lost her.

For some days Melanctha did not see any more of her mulatto.  One day Melanctha was with a white man and they saw him.  The white man stopped to speak to him.  Afterwards Melanctha left the white man and she then soon met him.  Melanctha stopped to talk to him.  Melanctha Herbert soon began to like him.

Jem Richards, the new man Melanctha had begun to know now, was a dashing kind of fellow, who had to do with fine horses and with racing.  Sometimes Jem Richards would be betting and would be good and lucky, and be making lots of money.  Sometimes Jem would be betting badly, and then he would not be having any money.

Jem Richards was a straight man.  Jem Richards always knew that by and by he would win again and pay it, and so Jem mostly did win again, and then he always paid it.

Jem Richards was a man other men always trusted.  Men gave him money when he lost all his, for they all knew Jem Richards would win again, and when he did win they knew, and they were right, that he would pay it.

Melanctha Herbert all her life had always loved to be with horses.  Melanctha liked it that Jem knew all about fine horses.  He was a reckless man was Jem Richards.  He knew how to win out, and always all her life, Melanctha Herbert loved successful power.