“And he never came back?”

“Not even a letter.  He simply disappeared, and no one knows to this day whether he is alive or dead.  At least if Judge Beaucaire ever received any word from him he never confessed as much to Haines.  However, the boy left behind tangible evidence of his existence.”

“You mean—­”

“In the form of a child, born to a quadroon slave girl named Delia.  The mother, it seems, was able in some way to convince the Judge of the child’s parentage.  All this happened shortly before Beaucaire’s second marriage, and previous to the time when Haines came to the Landing.  Exactly what occurred is not clear, or what explanation was made to the bride.  The affair must have cut Beaucaire’s pride deeply, but he had to face the conditions.  It ended in his making the girl Delia his housekeeper, while her child—­the offspring of Adelbert Beaucaire—­was brought up as a daughter.  A year or so later, the second wife gave birth to a female child, and those two girls have grown up together exactly as though they were sisters.  Haines insists that neither of them knows to this day otherwise.”

“But that would be simply impossible,” I insisted.  “The mother would never permit.”

“The mother! which mother?  The slave mother could gain nothing by confession; and the Judge’s wife died when her baby was less than two years old.  Delia practically mothered the both of them, and is still in complete charge of the house.”

“You met her?”

“She was pointed out to me—­a gray-haired, dignified woman, so nearly white as scarcely to be suspected of negro blood.”

“Yet still a slave?”

“I cannot answer that.  Haines himself did not know.  If manumission papers had ever been executed it was done early, before he took charge of Beaucaire’s legal affairs.  The matter never came to his attention.”

“But surely he must at some time have discussed this with the Judge?”

“No; at least not directly.  Beaucaire is not a man to approach easily.  He is excessively proud, and possesses a fiery temper.  Once, Haines told me, he ventured a hint, but was rebuffed so fiercely as never to make a second attempt.  It was his opinion the Judge actually hated the sight of his son’s child, and only harbored her in the house because he was compelled to do so.  All Haines really knew about these conditions had been told him secretly by an old negro slave, probably the only one left on the estate knowing the facts.”

“But, Captain,” I exclaimed, “do you realize what this might mean?  If Judge Beaucaire has not issued papers of freedom, this woman Delia is still a slave.”

“Certainly.”

“And under the law her child was born into slavery?”

“No doubt of that.”

“But the unspeakable horror of it—­this young woman brought up as free, educated and refined, suddenly to discover herself to be a negro under the law, and a slave.  Why, suppose Beaucaire should die, or lose his property suddenly, she could be sold to the cotton fields, into bondage to anyone who would pay the price for her.”