“Good-bye, sir.”
“Good luck. When you come back remember the Queen.”
“I’ll remember the Queen,” said I; and with the envelope smirching my flesh I stepped out, holding my head as high as though my pockets contained something of more value.
The events of yesterday had hardened, thank Heaven; and so had I, into an obstinacy2 that defied this mocking Western country. I was down to the ground and was going to scratch. To make for home like a whipped dog, there to hang about, probably become an invalid3 and die resistless, was unthinkable. Already the Far West air and vigor4 had worked a change in me. In the fresh morning I felt like a fighting cock, or a runner recruited by a diet of unbolted flour and strong red meat.
The falsity of the life here I looked upon as only an incident. The gay tawdry had faded; I realized how much more enduring were the rough, uncouth5 146but genuine products like my friend Mr. Jenks and those of that ilk, who spoke6 me well instead of merely fair. Health of mind and body should be for me. Hurrah7!
But the note! It could have been sent by only one person—the superscription, dainty and feminine, betrayed it. That woman was still pursuing me. How she had found out my name I did not know; perhaps from the label on my bag, perhaps through the hotel register. I did not recall having exchanged names with her—she never had proffered8 her own name. At all events she appeared determined9 to keep a hold upon me, and that was disgusting.
Couldn’t she understand that I was no longer a fool—that I had wrenched10 absolutely loose from her and that she could do nothing with me? So in wrath11 renewed by her poor estimate of my common sense I was minded to tear the note to fragments, unread, and contemptuously scatter12 them. Had she been present I should have done so, to show her.
Being denied the satisfaction I saw no profit in wasting that modicum13 of spleen, when I might double it by deliberately14 reading her effusion and knowingly casting it into the dust. One always can make excuses to oneself, for curiosity. Consequently I halted, around a corner in this exhausted15 Benton; tore the envelope open with gingerly touch. The folded paper within contained a five-dollar bank note.
That was enough to pump the blood to my face with a rush. It was an insult—a shame, first hand. A shoddy plaster, applied17 to me—to me, Frank Beeson, a gentleman, whether to be viewed as a plucked greenhorn or not. With cheeks twitching18 I managed to read the lines accompanying the dole19:
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You would not permit me to explain to you to-night, therefore I must write. The recent affair was a mistake. I had no intention that you should lose, and I supposed you were in more funds. I insist upon speaking with you. You shall not go away in this fashion. You will find me at the Elite20 Café, at a table, at ten o’clock in the morning. And in case you are a little short I beg of you to make use of the enclosed, with my best wishes and apologies. You may take it as a loan; I do not care as to that. I am utterly21 miserable22.
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To Frank Beeson, Esquire.
Faugh! Had there been a sewer23 near I believe that I should have thrown the whole enclosure in, and spat24. But half unconsciously wadding both money and paper in my hand as if to squeeze the last drop of rancor25 from them I swung on, seeing blindly, ready to trample26 under foot any last obstacle to my passage out.
Then, in the deserted27 way, from a lane among the straggling shacks28, a figure issued. I disregarded it, only to hear it pattering behind me and its voice:
“Mr. Beeson! Wait! Please wait.”
I had to turn about to avoid the further degradation29 of acting30 the churl31 to her, an inferior. And as I had suspected, she it was, arriving breathless and cloak inwrapped, only her white face showing.
“You have my note?” she panted.
There were dark half circles under her eyes, pinch lines about her mouth, all her face was wildly strained. She simulated distress32 very well indeed.
“Here it is, and your money. Take them.” And I thrust my unclosed fist at her.
“No! And you were going? You didn’t intend to reply?”
“Certainly not. I am done with you, and with Benton, madam. Good-morning. I have business.”
She caught at my sleeve.
“You are angry. I don’t blame you, but you have time to talk with me and you shall talk.” She spoke almost fiercely. “I demand it, sir. If not at the café, then here and now. Will you stand aside, please, where the whole town shan’t see us; or do you wish me to follow you on? I’m risking already, but I’ll risk more.”
I sullenly33 stepped aside, around the corner of a sheet-iron groggery (plentifully punctured34, I noted35, with bullet holes) not yet open for business and faced by the blank wall of a warehouse36.
“I’ve been waiting since daylight,” she panted, “and watching the hotel. I knew you were still there; I found out. I was afraid you wouldn’t answer 149my note, so I slipped around and cut in on you. Where are you going, sir?”
“That, madam, is my private affair,” I replied. “And all your efforts to influence me in the slightest won’t amount to a row of pins. And as I am in a hurry, I again bid you good-morning. I advise you to get back to your husband and your beauty sleep, in order to be fresh for your Big Tent to-night.”
“My husband? You know? Oh, of course you know.” She gazed affrightedly upon me. “To Montoyo, you say? Him? No, no! I can’t! Oh, I can’t, I can’t.” She wrung37 her hands, she held me fast. “And I know where you’re going. To that wagon38 train. Mr. Jenks has engaged you. You will bull-whack to Salt Lake? You? Don’t! Please don’t. There’s no need of it.”
“I am done with Benton, and with Benton’s society, madam,” I insisted. “I have learned my lesson, believe me, and I’m no longer a ‘gudgeon.’”
“You never were,” said she. “Not that. And you don’t have to turn bull-whacker or mule39-skinner either. It’s a hard life; you’re not fitted for it—never, never. Leave Benton if you will. I hate it myself. And let us go together.”
“Madam!” I rapped; and drew back, but she clung to me.
“Listen, listen! Don’t mistake me again. Last night was enough. I want to go. I must go. We 150can travel separately, then; I will meet you anywhere—Denver, Omaha, Chicago, New York, anywhere you say—anywhere——”
“Your husband, madam,” I prompted. “He might have objections to parting with you.”
“Montoyo? That snake—you fear that snake? He is no husband to me. I could kill him—I will do it yet, to be free from him.”
“I have a name of my own,” she flashed, “although you may not know it.”
“I have been made acquainted with it,” I answered roundly.
“No, you haven’t. Not the true. You know only another.” Her tone became humbler. “But I’m not asking you to marry me,” she said. “I’m not asking you to love me as a paramour, sir. Please understand. Treat me as you will; as a sister, a friend, but anything human. Only let me have your decent regard until I can get ’stablished in new quarters. I can help you,” she pursued eagerly. “Indeed I can help you if you stay in the West. Yes, anywhere, for I know life. Oh, I’m so tired of myself; I can’t run true, I’m under false colors. You saw how the trainmen curried42 favor all along the line, how familiar they were, how I submitted—I even dropped that coin a-purpose in the Omaha station, for you, just to test you. Those things are expected of me and I’ve felt 151obliged to play my part. Men look upon me as a tool to their hands, to make them or break them. All they want is my patronage43 and the secrets of the gaming table. And there is Montoyo—bullying me, cajoling me, watching me. But you were different, after I had met you. I foolishly wished to help you, and last night the play went wrong. Why did I take you to his table? Because I think myself entitled, sir,” she said on, bridling44 a little, defiant45 of my gaze, “to promote my friends when I have any. I did not mean that you should wager46 heavily for you. Montoyo is out for large stakes. There is safety in small and I know his system. You remember I warned you? I did warn you. I saw too late. You shall have all your money back again. And Montoyo struck me—me, in public! That is the end. Oh, why couldn’t I have killed him? But if you stayed here, so should I. Not with him, though. Never with him. Maybe I’m talking wildly. You’ll say I’m in love with you. Perhaps I am—quién sabe? No matter as to that. I shall be no hanger-on, sir. I only ask a kind of partnership—the encouragement of some decent man near me. I have money; plenty, till we both get a footing. But you wouldn’t live on me; no! I don’t fancy that of you for a moment. I would be glad merely to tide you over, if you’d let me. And I—I’d be willing to wash floors in a restaurant if I might be free of insult. You, I’m sure, would at least protect me. Wouldn’t you? You would, wouldn’t you? Say something, sir.” She paused, out of breath and aquiver. “Shall we go? Will you help me?”
For an instant her appeal, of swimming blue eyes, upturned face, tensed grasp, breaking voice, swayed me. But what if she were an actress, an adventuress? And then, my parents, my father’s name! I had already been cozened once, I had resolved not to be snared47 again. The spell cleared and I drew exultant48 breath.
“Impossible, madam,” I uttered. “This is final. Good-morning.”
She staggered and with magnificent but futile49 last flourish clapped both hands to her face. Gazing back, as I hastened, I saw her still there, leaning against the sheet-iron of the groggery and ostensibly weeping.
Having shaken her off and resisted contrary temptation I looked not again but paced rapidly for the clean atmosphere of the rough-and-honest bull train. As a companion, better for me Mr. Jenks. When my wrath cooled I felt that I might have acted the cad but I had not acted the simpleton.
The advance of the day’s life was stirring all along the road, where under clouds of dust the four and six horse-and-mule wagons50 hauled water for the town, pack outfits51 of donkeys and plodding53 miners wended one way or the other, soldiers trotted54 in from the military post, and Overlanders slowly toiled55 for the last supply depot56 before creaking onward57 into the desert.
Along the railway grade likewise there was activity, 153of construction trains laden58 high with rails, ties, boxes and bales, puffing59 out, their locomotives belching60 pitchy black smoke that extended clear to the ridiculous little cabooses; of wagon trains ploughing on, bearing supplies for the grading camps; and a great herd61 of loose animals, raising a prodigious62 spume as they were driven at a trot—they also heading westward63, ever westward, under escort of a protecting detachment of cavalry64, riding two by two, accoutrements flashing.
The sights were inspiring. Man’s work at empire building beckoned65 me, for surely the wagoning66 of munitions67 to remote outposts of civilization was very necessary. Consequently I trudged68 best foot forward, although on empty stomach and with empty pockets; but glad to be at large, and exchanging good-natured greetings with the travelers encountered.
Nevertheless my new boots were burning, my thigh69 was chafed70 raw from the swaying Colt’s, and my face and throat were parched71 with the dust, when in about an hour, the flag of the military post having been my landmark72, I had arrived almost at the willow-bordered river and now scanned about for the encampment of my train.
Some dozen white-topped wagons were standing73 grouped in a circle upon the trampled74 dry sod to the south of the road. Figures were busily moving among them, and the thin blue smoke of their fires was a welcoming signal. I marked women, and children. 154The whole prospect—they, the breakfast smoke, the grazing animals, the stout75 vehicles, a line of washed clothing—was homy. So I veered76 aside and made for the spot, to inquire my way if nothing more.
First I addressed a little girl, tow-headed and barelegged, in a single cotton garment.
“I am looking for the Captain Adams wagon train. Do you know where it is?”
She only pointed77, finger of other hand in her mouth; but as she indicated this same camp I pressed on. Mr. Jenks himself came out to meet me.
“Hooray! Here you are. I knew you’d do it. That’s the ticket. Broke loose, have you?”
“Yes, sir. I accept your offer if it’s still open,” I said.
We shook hands.
“Wide open. Could have filled it a dozen times. Come in, come on in and sit. You fetched all your outfit52?”
“What you see,” I confessed. “I told you my condition. They stripped me clean.”
He rubbed his beard.
“Wall, all you need is a blanket. Reckon I can rustle78 you that. You can pay for it out of your wages or turn it in at the end of the trip. Fust I’d better make you acquainted to the wagon boss. There he is, yonder.”
He conducted me on, along the groups and fires and 155bedding outside the wagon circle, and halted where a heavy man, of face smooth-shaven except chin, sat upon a wagon-tongue whittling79 a stick.
“Mornin’, Cap’n. Wall, I’m filled out. I’ve hired this lad and can move whenever you say the word. You——” he looked at me. “What’s your name, you say?”
“Frank Beeson,” I replied.
“Didn’t ketch it last night,” he apologized. “Shake hands with Cap’n Hyrum Adams, Frank. He’s the boss of the train.”
Captain Adams lazily arose—a large figure in his dusty boots, coarse trousers and flannel80 shirt, and weather-beaten black slouch hat. The inevitable81 revolver hung at his thigh. His pursed lips spurted82 a jet of tobacco juice as he keenly surveyed me with small, shrewd, china-blue eyes squinting83 from a broad flaccid countenance84. But the countenance was unemotional while he offered a thick hand which proved singularly soft and flatulent under the callouses85.
He waved me to the wagon-tongue, and I thankfully seated myself. All of a sudden I seemed utterly gone; possibly through lack of food. My sigh must have been remarked.
“Not yet, sir. I was anxious to reach the train.”
“Pshaw! I was about to ask you that,” Mr. Jenks 156put in. “Come along and I’ll throw together a mess for you.”
“Nobody goes hungry from the Adams wagon, stranger,” Captain Adams observed. He slightly raised his voice, peremptory88. “Rachael! Fetch our guest some breakfast.”
“But as Mr. Jenks has invited me, Captain, and I am in his employ——” I protested. He cut me short.
“I have said that nobody, man, woman or child, or dog, goes hungry from the Adams wagon. The flesh must be fed as well as the soul.”
There were two women in view, busied with domestic cares. I had sensed their eyes cast now and then in my direction. One was elderly, as far as might be judged by her somewhat slatternly figure draped in a draggled snuff-colored, straight-flowing gown, and by the merest glimpse of her features within her faded sunbonnet. The other promptly90 moved aside from where she was bending over a wash-board, ladled food from a kettle to a platter, poured a tin cupful of coffee from the pot simmering by the fire, and bore them to me; her eyes down, shyly handed them.
I thanked her but was not presented. To the Captain’s “That will do, Rachael,” she turned dutifully away; not so soon, however, but that I had seen a fresh young face within the bonnet89 confines—a round rosy91 face according well with the buxom92 curves of her as she again bent16 over her wash-board.
“Our fare is that of the tents of Abraham, stranger,” spoke the Captain, who had resumed his whittling. “Such as it is, you are welcome to. We are a plain people who walk in the way of the Lord, for that is commanded.”
“I ask nothing better, sir,” I answered. “And if I did, my appetite would make up for all deficiencies.”
“A healthy appetite is a good token,” he affirmed. “Show me a well man who picks at his victuals94 and I will show you a candidate for the devil. His thoughts will like to be as idle as his knife.”
The mess of pork and beans and the black unsweetened coffee evidently were what I needed, for I began to mend wonderfully ere I was half through the course. He had not invited me to further conversation—only, when I had drained the cup he called again: “Rachael! More coffee,” whereupon the same young woman advanced, without glancing at me, received my cup, and returned it steaming.
“You are from the East, stranger?” he now inquired.
“Yes, sir. I arrived in Benton only yesterday.”
“A Sodom,” he growled95 harshly. “A tented sepulcher96. And it will perish. I tell you, you do well to leave it, you do well to yoke97 yourself with the appointed of this earth, rather than stay in that sink-pit of the eternally damned.”158
“I agree with you, sir,” said I. “I did not find Benton to be a pleasant place. But I had not known, when I started from Omaha.”
“Possibly not,” he moodily98 assented99. “The devil is attentive; he is present in the stations, and on the trains; he will ride in those gilded100 palaces even to the Jordan, but he shall not cross. In the name of the Lord we shall face him. What good there shall come, shall abide101; but the evil shall wither102. Not,” he added, “that we stand against the railroad. It is needed, and we have petitioned without being heard. We are strong but isolated103, we have goods to sell, and the word of Brigham Young has gone forth104 that a railroad we must have. Against the harpies, the gamblers, the loose women and the lustful105 men and all the Gentile vanities we will stand upon our own feet by the help of Almighty106 God.”
At this juncture107, when I had finished my platter of pork and beans and my second cup of coffee, a tall, double-jointed youth of about my age, carrying an ox goad108 in his hand, strolled to us as if attracted by the harangue109. He was clad in the prevalent cowhide boots, linsey-woolsey pantaloons tucked in, red flannel shirt, and battered110 hat from which untrimmed flaxen hair fell down unevenly111 to his shoulder line. He wore at his belt butcher-knife and gun.
By his hulk, his light blue eyes, albeit112 a trifle crossed, and the general lineaments of his stolid113, square, high-cheeked countenance I conceived him to be a second but not improved edition of the Captain.
A true raw-bone he was; and to me, as I casually114 met his gaze, looked to be obstinate115, secretive and small minded. But who can explain those sudden antagonisms116 that spring up on first sight?
“My son Daniel,” the Captain introduced. “This stranger travels to Zion with us, Daniel, in the employ of Mr. Jenks.”
The youth had the grip of a vise, and seemed to enjoy emphasizing it while cunningly watching my face.
“Haowdy?” he drawled. With that he twanged a sentence or two to his father. “I faound the caow, Dad. Do yu reckon to pull aout to-day?”
“And with your permission I will tend to mine, sir,” I said. “Mr. Jenks doubtless has work for me. I thank you for your hospitality.”
“We are commanded by the prophet to feed the stranger, whether friend or enemy,” he reproved. “We are also commanded by the Lord to earn our bread by the sweat of our brow. As long as you are no trifler you will be welcome at my wagon. Good-day to you.”
As I passed, the young woman, Rachael—whom I judged to be his daughter, although she was evidently 160far removed from parent stock—glanced quickly up. I caught her gaze full, so that she lowered her eyes with a blush. She was indeed wholesome119 if not absolutely pretty. When later I saw her with her sunbonnet doffed120 and her brown hair smoothly121 brushed back I thought her more wholesome still.
“I’m a new man,” I assured.
“Wall, those Mormons are good providers. They’ll share with you whatever they have, for no pay, but if you rub ’em the wrong way or go to dickerin’ with ’em they’re closer’n the hide on a cold mule. You didn’t make sheep’s eyes at ary of the women?”
“No, sir. I am done with women.”
“And right you are.”
“However, I could not help but see that the Captain’s daughter is pleasing to look upon. I should be glad to know her, were there no objections.”
“How? His daughter?”
“Miss Rachael, I believe. That is the name he used.”
“The young one, you mean?”
“Yes, sir. The one who served me with breakfast. Rosy-cheeked and plump.”
“Whoa, man! She’s his wife, and not for Gentiles. They’re both his wives; whether he has more in Utah I don’t know. But you’d best let her alone. She’s been j’ined to him.”
This took me all aback, for I had no other idea than that she was his daughter, or niece—stood in that kind of relation to him. He was twice her age, apparently124. Now I could only stammer125:
“That whelp? Met him, did you? No, he ain’t married, yet. But he will be, soon as he takes his pick ’cordin’ to law and gospel among them people. You bet you: he’ll be married plenty.”
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bass
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bonnet
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