Alta’s face showed pain at this rude reception of her confidence. “Why, Sally, I’m shocked to hear you speak of such liberties so flippantly.”
“Oh, pshaw, it only shows he likes you. Dick is a jolly fellow. He don’t mean nuthin’ by it.”
“It only shows he has no respect for himself or me either.”
“You’ll get over that in time, Miss Tenderfoot,” Sally went on; “boys are boys, and we’ll have to take ’em as they are, or we’ll die old maids.”
“Well, I’ll die an old maid then, before I’ll sacrifice my self-respect to get a beau. Respect and love go together. That’s what Aunt Betty used to say, and I believe every word of it.{178}”
“My, how pretty you talk—jest like preachin’.”
“Well, I mean it.”
“Yes, but I don’t believe in bein’ so stiff with the boys that you drive ’em all away. And that’s what you’re doin’ with Dick. He’s a dandy fellow, too.”
“Yes, you’re right, he is a dandy.” Sally missed the double meaning.
“Well, you think a whole lot of him anyway.”
“I’d think a good deal more of him if he thought more of himself.”
“Oh, you’ll forget all your fine talk one of these days and be glad to forgive him.”
“Sally, what do you take me for?”
“Just a silly little girl who’s got herself upset by a smart fellow, that’s all; but you’ll recover.”
“Indeed I will.”
“Yes, and so will he; for you’ll make up to-night and be swimmin’ in honey.”
Alta flushed. “Please don’t anger me, Sally. Be serious. I came to you for advice, and you{179} make light of my confidences. You surely don’t think I’m in love with Dick Davis.”
“Oh, no, not yet; but the signs are right for a real case.”
“Signs sometimes fail; don’t they, Aunt ‘Liza?” The bustling4 housekeeper5 had just come in with a bucket of eggs she had been gathering6.
“Law me, yes; they’ve certainly been failin’ ’bout here. I thought I’d see some signs o’ work, ’gin I got back. You gals7 better make ’em, stid o’ talkin’ ’bout fellers. That’s what you’ve been doin’, I’ll warrant.”
“Oh, no, we wouldn’t do anything like that—specially Alta. She don’t believe in fellers.”
“Don’t, eh? Well, they seem to b’lieve in her the way they keep shinin’ ’round.”
“Yes, but she—”
“Sally, please don’t,” pleaded Alta; “what can we do to help you, Aunt ‘Liza?”
“Jest pitch in brisk. We got to git this cookin’ goin’ lively, or we’ll never be ready fer that bunch o’ fellers that’s comin’ to-night. It flusters9 me to think about it. You wash this rice and get it cookin’, Sally; and Alta, you skip over to Willis’s and git some eggs; I ain’t found half enough. Tell her to let me hev all she kin8 spare. I’ll git the pie crust ready while you’re{180} gone. Missus Moffat says she’ll bring her girls over this afternoon and give us a lift. Goodness knows we need it.”
By the time she had finished her speech, Alta was at the corral, bridling10 Eagle. Leaping on him, she galloped11 off briskly along the winding12 trail that lay like a loose flung rope across the meadow. She was glad to be alone for a moment.
“Don’t know as I ought to tell,” Sally replied.
“Tell? Well, I guess you orter. Ain’t I that little gal’s protector and confider?”
“Then why ain’t she told you?”
“I dunno. The little puss has been kind o’ sly lately. There’s somethin’ worryin’ her mind and she ain’t so free with me as she was. What’s she been tellin’ you?”
“Oh, jist ’bout Dick Davis tryin’ to kiss her.”
“When?”
“Night of the Pioneer Dance.”
“And she wouldn’t let him?”
“No, she snubbed him for it.”
“Huh! so thet’s the reason Dick quit comin’ here so sudden. And thet’s what’s worrying her, I know, cause she likes Dick.{181}”
“Yes, and he’s gone on her, too.”
“Well, they’ll hev to untangle their own yarn15. I’ve got plenty o’ troubles of my own to look after,”—and Aunt ‘Liza began to rattle16 the pots and pans. Sally pitched into the work with vigor17.
“Beats me, though, how the fellers flock round Alta when she acts so independent. I guess it’s true that the meaner you treat ’em the better they like you,” said Sally.
“Yes, but it won’t allus work. I’ve seen many a smart girl who might a had her pick of all of ’em, and hev to take some scrub at last. Girls mustn’t be too particular.”
“You bet I—”
“Here are your eggs,” said Alta, tripping through the door; “and here come Mrs. Willis and Mary to help out.”
“Good fer us!” exclaimed Aunt ‘Liza; “we need their help. Come in, Marthy.”
“I thought you’d have your hands full trying to get ready for the crowd that’s coming. What can we do?” said Mrs. Willis, a motherly, helpful spirit, with a touch of refinement18 in her voice and manner. She had recently come from the city to try ranching20, her husband’s health having begun to break at too close work in the store.{182}
“You might make the cookies, Mrs. Willis. I’ll clear this table for you. And Mary can pitch in with Alta peelin’ the apples fer the pies, if she will. Sally, you jest make that rice puddin’. I’ll git these dishes washed. The bread’s baked, and the boys have got the steer21 a-roastin’. I guess we’ll git through; but it’s worse than feedin’ the threshers.”
“Of course we shall,” said Alta; “Aunt ‘Liza’s a good manager. I only wish I could handle the kitchen half so well.”
“You could if you’d keep your head on it; but a body can’t cook and read poetry at the same time; still you do mighty22 well,” said Aunt ‘Liza, inwardly pleased with the praise. “Here comes Mrs. Moffat. Glad to see her, too. Good mornin’, Sarah Jane, come right in.”
“Looks like you need another hand, ‘Liza. What can I do to help?”
“Set down with the girls there, if you will, and show ’em how to peel apples. I’m afraid they’re wastin’ too much.”
“All right; move ’round, Mary, and let’s have an apple peelin’ bee, like we used to have in pioneer days.”
“Oh, jolly,” exclaimed Alta, “and you tell us a story while we work.{183}”
“And mine too,” said Sally, grabbing one.
“Here, Aunt ‘Liza, let’s name one for you, too.”
“Oh, git away with your foolishness, ’tain’t no use.”
“Let’s name one for her anyway,” said Alta. “Now all together, think hard and thump. Maybe it will bring Aunt ‘Liza a beau to-night.”
“Now for the peelin’s,” said Sally, swinging hers carefully above her head, and letting the paring drop behind her.
“It’s a G,” cried Mary; “who’s that?”
“Law, that’s easy,” said Aunt Liza, not too absorbed in her work to keep in with the fun; “G’s for Jim, of course.”
“Sure! sure! that’s it,” they exclaimed.
“Well, try your luck, Mary,” said Sally.
Mary’s paring was flung and it formed an O.
“Old maid, Mary!” teased Sally.
“I don’t believe it,” said Mary.
“Come, Alta,” said Sally, “come, yours next.”
Alta’s paring broke as it dropped.
“What does that mean?” she asked.{184}
“Broken hearts, we always used to say,” said Mrs. Moffat.
“Oh, that’s bad fortune,” said Alta; “it can’t be true.”
“Apple peelings never lie,” said Sally in mock seriousness.
“You certainly will break somethin’,” interjected Aunt ‘Liza, raising her dough25-covered finger to emphasize her remark, “if you don’t quit flirtin’ with the fellers. They won’t keep comin’ always, as I’m a shinin’ example to prove.”
A scream of fun greeted this sermon.
“Oh, Aunt ‘Liza’s had experience, I know—a real romance, I just know it,” said Alta, “but she never gave a hint of it before.”
“Tell us all about it,” teased Mary.
“Romance! shucks! d’ye think I’d hev fellers pesterin’ about me?”
“Oh, don’t be so practical, Auntie; tell us something really romantic,” said Alta.
“Yes, what did he say when he proposed?” added Sally; “why wouldn’t you have him?”
Aunt ‘Liza’s face flushed as she turned without a word to make the old rolling pin chuckle26 again across the pie dough. Sally had struck a tender chord rather roughly. All felt it. Mrs. Willis, with motherly instinct, turned their thoughts quickly, by saying{185}—
“Come, girls, stop teasing Aunt ‘Liza, and turn on me.”
“All right, you tell us how your beau popped the question,” said Sally.
“No, I won’t tell you that; but I’ll tell you about an apple tree romance with a proposal in it, if you wish.”
“Oh, jolly, jolly!” The girls dropped their apples and clapped their approval.
“Who was it about? Not you, mother?” asked Mary, a little anxiously.
“No, not me exactly, but I was in the fun. It is about John Watkins; you remember him, Aunt ‘Liza?”
“Yes, I reckon I do, lazy old scamp!” came the tart27 response. “After Maria died he wouldn’t do nuthin’ but read poetry and chase around tryin’ to git another wife to raise his pack o’ young uns—think I did know him.”
“Well, it’s ’bout his proposing to Jerusha Jones that I was going to tell.”
The girls were all interested.
“Oh, come now, you must work or I won’t talk.” The paring knives began to fly again.
“Well, Jerusha was one of my chums, as jolly a girl as you ever saw, pretty, too; and pranks28!—what that girl could not think of was hardly worth trying. The fellows were all{186} crazy over her, but she wouldn’t be serious with any of them.
“Well, Jerusha and Mary Snow—that’s the one this chicken is named for—and I were like triplets, together all the time, and we knew one another’s secrets and shared all our fun and trouble. For we had our troubles, hard work a-plenty, and precious little fun except what we made, but then that’s the best kind anyway.
“Well, as I was saying, Jerusha had plenty of strings29 to her bow, but that didn’t make any difference to Mr. Watkins. When his wife, Maria, died, he wanted another, of course, and no one but the best was good enough, that is, to begin with. He changed his mind later and took what he could get.”
“Yes, and he got a regular Tartar, too,” supplemented Aunt ‘Liza, “just as mean as Maria was good—served him right.”
“But what was the apple tree romance, mother?” Mary voiced the impatience30 of the listeners.
“I’m coming to it, girlie. You know we used to get up home dramatics, and Mr. Watkins, being rather literary in his tastes, used to play on the stage with us. Jerusha was generally the star with him, and they were fine, too. I{187} guess that’s how he came to take to Jerusha afterwards. He got used to making love to her.
“‘For goodness’ sake, what’s the matter?’ I guess I half screamed.
“Jerusha threw herself in a chair and laughed hysterically34. Of a sudden she stopped—
“‘Say, girls, I have a scheme. Will you do it? Dare you do it?’ she whispered in stage tones.
“‘Do what?’ we asked.
“‘You must, or I’ll die! I’ll die! Will you do it?’
“‘Of course, we’ll do it!’ we promised, half alarmed at her antics. ‘What is it?’
“‘My Lord de Vere is going to pop the question, this very night.’
“Mary and I sank on the sofa screaming with laughter. Lord de Vere was Watkins’ stage name.{188}
“‘Jerusha, you don’t mean it?’
“‘Yes, I do; he nearly did it last night, but I headed it off. He’s coming to rehearse to-night, and I know he’ll do it. What can I do? What shall I do?’
“Oh, how could you be so cruel, Aunt ‘Liza?” asked Sally.
“Please go on, Mrs. Willis,” said Alta.
“Well, Jerusha finally jumped up and cried, ‘Girls, I have it! Do you want to hear a real proposal?’
“We danced with delight at the suggestion.
“‘Well, I’ll tell you. When my lord comes to-night, you be on hand and I’ll manage the rest. Slip down by the old apple tree.’”
“Mother, you surely didn’t!” said Mary.
“I’m afraid I must confess, child, that I did.”
“And did he propose?”
“Now, don’t crowd my story. We waited a long time before they got through rehearsing, and then, just as we had decided38 that Jerusha was fooling us, here they came sauntering down to the bench by the apple tree. We didn’t know where else to hide, so we climbed the tree, and sat there giggling39. But we managed to hold{189} quiet enough until he began to make love in dead earnest.”
“Huh! the old softy!” inserted Aunt ‘Liza; “jest like him!”
“Did he get down on his knees?” asked Sally; “what did he say?”
“I don’t remember a word; we burst out laughing, and jumped up and down on the limbs till the apples peppered down on them. Jerusha broke away and ran screaming to the house, and Mr. Watkins made a mad scramble40 for the gate.”
“Oh, mother, mother!” exclaimed Mary; “how could you?”
“Served the old skeezicks just right,” was Aunt ‘Liza’s unfeeling rejoinder.
“Shame on you for spoiling such a romance,” said Alta, laughingly; “how dared you?”
“Well, we got so hungry for fun those days we did do things that were rowdy, perhaps; but if our fun seemed a little rough at times, there wasn’t anything really wicked in it. I guess the spirit of the wild West was just bubbling over in us, that’s all.”
“Is the spirit of the West so different, Mrs. Willis?” asked Alta.
“Perhaps not; yet it seems to me that those who live here long catch something of the wild{190} freedom of these old mountains. Haven’t you felt it? You are a Western girl through and through, even though you haven’t been here so long.”
“Do you think so? Am I wild?”
“Now, don’t,” pleaded Alta; “tell me, Mrs. Willis, what is the spirit of the true Western girl?”
“She is full of sunshine as a meadow lark42, and as spontaneous as a mountain stream, as lively as a squirrel—”
“And just as hard to catch,” inserted Mary.
“Unless the right feller comes along,” said Sally; “then she’s tame enough.”
“Not the true Western girl,” objected Mrs. Willis; “she won’t chase after any man. Her heart is hidden as deep as the mountain’s gold.”
“Oh, you’d make her an angel with wings,” said Sally.
“No, I wouldn’t, I’d just make her all she is—wholesome, natural, free—a wild rose that blooms among a tangle14 of thorns, scattering43 sweetness free and far, but stinging the hand that tries rudely to pluck it.”
“Why, you’re a regular preacher,” said Sally.
“You’re a poet!” said Alta.{191}
“No, I’m neither poet nor preacher, but if I were either I’d give you girls one lesson.”
“And what’s that?” asked Alta.
“Have all the rollicking fun you want, but make it pure, and remember, if you want any man always to love you, make him respect you first.”
“That sounds just like Aunt Betty,” said Alta, snuggling closer to Mrs. Willis, who responded by smoothing back the silken hair and kissing the beautiful forehead. A tear stole down Alta’s cheek.
“Let’s sing a hymn44 now and be dismissed,” said Sally. “This is getting too blamed serious. All together now!”
She grabbed up the rolling pin and began to beat time, singing with solemnity in nasal tones:
“Do what is right, let the consequence follow,
Battle for freedom with spirit and might.”
“Oh, give us something cheerful!” Mary broke in, “like ‘music in the air.’”
“You don’t call this music, then?” said Sally, in mock injury. “Well, let’s try another: ‘Mary Lee, we’ll roll the dough, roll the dough, roll the dough,’” and suiting the action to the word, she began to make the old rolling pin chuckle on the table.{192}
“That’s a heap better,” said Aunt ‘Liza; “we’d better be gettin’ this work movin’ faster. That sun’s slidin’ to’rds night perty fast.”
They all began briskly to do the various tasks Aunt ‘Liza had assigned them.
“Who do you think’ll be here anyway?” asked Sally.
“Jim for one,” said Alta.
“And that one’s Sally,” added Mary.
“Good for poor lonely me! Who else?”
“The rest of the Bar B bunch, with Pat the cook.”
“I wonder if Alta’s new beau will come?” said Mary.
“Who, Dick? Yes, he’ll be here, don’t worry.”
“But I meant that other one.”
“Who, the cow-kid? That young fellow she danced with half a dozen times the last dance?”
“Oh, what a fib!” said Alta.
“Yes, that’s the one,” said Mary.
“No, he won’t be here; he’s skipped.”
“What do you mean?” asked Alta.
“Well, Noisy says he’s been discharged and has quit the valley.”
“Discharged? left the valley?” said Alta. “What for?”
“It’s a cruel lie,” said Alta, trembling between anxiety and anger.
All stared at the anxious, excited girl.
“That boy is not capable of crooked work.”
“How do you know it?” asked Sally.
“Well, I know him, that’s all.”
“Seems to be a partickler friend of yours,” suggested Sally.
“Yes, he is; and I’ll stand by him. If that boy has been driven out of this valley, he’s been wronged, and I know it”; with these worried words she turned silently to her work, resolved in her heart to find out the truth.
It was this determination that made her ready to meet Dick more than half way that night, when he, stimulated47 by Sally’s suggestion that Alta was “dying to make up,” invited her to dance. His delight in feeling that he had brought the independent girl to terms was doubled when she invited him to sit down with her. But his hopes were dashed when she asked abruptly48, “Where is Fred to-night?”
“What do you mean by that?” Alta half demanded.
“Skipped the country, that’s all,” Dick was evasive and snappish.{194}
“Why did he do it?”
“He lost and killed several critters out of his blooded bunch, and the boss fired him.”
“Killed his cattle? How?” Alta was provokingly persistent50. Dick began to get nervous.
“Well, the boys found one with his rope on choked to death, and another was shot.”
“Shot? Where was it?”
“When?”
“Week or so ago.”
“Oh!” Alta’s eyes flashed as a new thought struck her. “How did they know Fred shot it?”
“They don’t know exactly; but it looked suspicious, and when Hanks faced him, he wouldn’t tell nuthin’ one way or the other.”
“And the foreman discharged him?”
“Yes, he said he’d have to tell or git.”
“Where did he go?”
“Did he have any money?”
“I guess not. Hanks wouldn’t pay him.”
“It’s an outrage,” exclaimed Alta, “to treat him that way. That boy has been cruelly wronged.{195}”
“You seem to be takin’ his goin’ pretty rough,” Dick insinuated54.
“Why shouldn’t I? Fred is a friend of mine. The Bar B ranch19 ought to be ashamed of this business.”
“What you people gittin’ so serious about?” Sally interrupted them as the next dance closed. “Come on and dance.”
“All right!” said Dick, jumping up. “Miss Morgan’ll be glad to excuse me. She’s frettin’ over the cow-kid.”
Alta paid no heed55 to his jealous tone and words. She was lost in thought. With a woman’s intuition, she had hit upon the truth. Bud Nixon was at the bottom of some of Fred’s trouble; and she innocently had been the cause. She tried to shake off her anxiety and join in the rollicking fun; but though she seemed happy, a cruel worry was in her heart.
When the celebration finally broke up and the merry noises had faded with the echoes into silence, she stood again by the window looking into the depths of the starry56 sky above her while she thought of Fred somewhere battling alone with his trouble and hers. It was in that hour that Alta began to learn how much she cared. At last she turned to her couch, and knelt and prayed God to protect and comfort him.
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| v.结巴地说出( stammer的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
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| adj.坚持不懈的，执意的；持续的 | |
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| n.圣人，哲人；adj.贤明的，明智的 | |
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| n.小溪，小河，小湾 | |
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| adj.简陋的小屋，窝棚 | |
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| v.暗示( insinuate的过去式和过去分词 )；巧妙或迂回地潜入；（使）缓慢进入；慢慢伸入 | |
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