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"
But
--
"
began
Scarlett
helplessly
and
then
she
stopped
and
looked
at
him
.
After
a
moment
she
began
to
smile
.
She
did
n't
like
the
looks
of
this
elderly
desperado
but
his
presence
would
simplify
matters
.
With
him
beside
her
,
she
could
go
to
town
,
drive
to
the
mills
,
call
on
customers
.
No
one
could
doubt
her
safety
with
him
and
his
very
appearance
was
enough
to
keep
from
giving
rise
to
scandal
.
"
It
's
a
bargain
,
"
she
said
.
"
That
is
,
if
my
husband
agrees
.
"
After
a
private
conversation
with
Archie
,
Frank
gave
his
reluctant
approval
and
sent
word
to
the
livery
stable
to
release
the
horse
and
buggy
.
He
was
hurt
and
disappointed
that
motherhood
had
not
changed
Scarlett
as
he
had
hoped
it
would
but
,
if
she
was
determined
to
go
back
to
her
damnable
mills
,
then
Archie
was
a
godsend
.
So
began
the
relationship
that
at
first
startled
Atlanta
.
Archie
and
Scarlett
were
a
queerly
assorted
pair
,
the
truculent
dirty
old
man
with
his
wooden
peg
sticking
stiffly
out
over
the
dashboard
and
the
pretty
,
neatly
dressed
young
woman
with
forehead
puckered
in
an
abstracted
frown
.
They
could
be
seen
at
all
hours
and
at
all
places
in
and
near
Atlanta
,
seldom
speaking
to
each
other
,
obviously
disliking
each
other
,
but
bound
together
by
mutual
need
,
he
of
money
,
she
of
protection
.
At
least
,
said
the
ladies
of
the
town
,
it
's
better
than
riding
around
so
brazenly
with
that
Butler
man
.
They
wondered
curiously
where
Rhett
was
these
days
,
for
he
had
abruptly
left
town
three
months
before
and
no
one
,
not
even
Scarlett
,
knew
where
he
was
.
Archie
was
a
silent
man
,
never
speaking
unless
spoken
to
and
usually
answering
with
grunts
.
Every
morning
he
came
from
Melanie
's
cellar
and
sat
on
the
front
steps
of
Pitty
's
house
,
chewing
and
spitting
until
Scarlett
came
out
and
Peter
brought
the
buggy
from
the
stable
.
Uncle
Peter
feared
him
only
a
little
less
than
the
devil
or
the
Ku
Klux
and
even
Mammy
walked
silently
and
timorously
around
him
.
He
hated
negroes
and
they
knew
it
and
feared
him
.
He
reinforced
his
pistol
and
knife
with
another
pistol
,
and
his
fame
spread
far
among
the
black
population
.
He
never
once
had
to
draw
a
pistol
or
even
lay
his
hand
on
his
belt
.
The
moral
effect
was
sufficient
.
No
negro
dared
even
laugh
while
Archie
was
in
hearing
.
Once
Scarlett
asked
him
curiously
why
he
hated
negroes
and
was
surprised
when
he
answered
,
for
generally
all
questions
were
answered
by
"
I
reckon
that
's
my
bizness
.
"
"
I
hates
them
,
like
all
mountain
folks
hates
them
.
We
never
liked
them
and
we
never
owned
none
.
It
was
them
niggers
that
started
the
war
.
I
hates
them
for
that
,
too
.
"
"
But
you
fought
in
the
war
.
"
"
I
reckon
that
's
a
man
's
privilege
.
I
hates
Yankees
too
,
more
'n
I
hates
niggers
.
Most
as
much
as
I
hates
talkative
women
.
"
