With hunched-up shoulders, her hands tucked under her arms, she stood looking out, her breath blurring5 the pane6 in a dissolving film of smoke. It was a cold little world. Below her the garden—the summer pride of Perley’s Hotel—lay a sere7, withered8 waste, its shrubs9 stiff in the grip of the cold. The powdering of snow on its frost-bitten leaves and grizzled grass added to its air of bleakness10. Beyond rose the shingled11 roofs of Antelope’s main street. From their white-coated slopes black stovepipes sent aloft spirals of smoke, a thinner, fainter gray than the air into which they ascended12. The sky lowered, low-hanging and full of menace. The snowflakes that now and then idly circled down were dark against its stormy pallor. Rose, standing13 gazing up, wondered if her father would go on to Greenhide, the new camp twenty miles from Antelope, where an important strike had recently been made.
Half an hour later when they met at breakfast he told her he would not leave for Greenhide that morning. Perley had warned him not to attempt it, and he for his part knew the country well enough to realize that it would be foolhardy to start under such a threatening sky. It would be all right to stop over at Antelope till the weather made up its mind what it meant to do. It might not be fun for her, but then he had warned her before they left San Francisco that she would have to put up with rough accommodations and unaccustomed discomforts14.
Rose laughed. Her father did not understand that the roughness and novelty of it all was what she enjoyed. He was already a man of means when she was born, and she had known nothing of the hardships and privations through which he and her mother had struggled up to fortune. Rocky Bar the night before and Antelope this morning were her first glimpses of the mining region over which the pioneers had swarmed15 in ’49, Bill Cannon, only a lad in his teens, among them.
Now she sat sidewise in her chair, sweeping16 with animated17 eyes the primitive18 dining-room, its walls whitewashed19, its low ceiling hung with strands20 of pinked-out, colored paper, its board floor here and there crossed by strips of cocoanut matting. At one end a hole in the wall communicated with the kitchen and through this the naked arms of the Chinaman, brown against the uprolled ends of his white sleeves, protruded21, offering dishes to the single waitress who was not always there to receive them.
The girl, Cora by name, was particularly delinquent22 this morning. Several times the Chinaman was forced to remove his arms and substitute his face in the opening while he projected an enraged23 yell of “Corla!” among the hotel guests. Her dereliction of duty was caused by an overpowering interest in the Cannons24, round whom she hovered25 in enchanted26 observation. On ordinary occasions Cora was content to wait on the group of men, local bachelors whose lonely state made it more convenient for them “to eat” at the hotel, and who sat—two bending lines of masculine backs—at either side of a long table. Cora’s usual method was to set the viands27 before them and then seat herself at the end of the table and enliven the meal with light conversation. To-day, however, they were neglected. She scarcely answered their salutations, but, banging the dishes down, hasted away to the Cannon table, where she stood fixedly29 regarding the strange young lady.
Perley’s warnings of bad weather were soon verified. Early in the afternoon the idle, occasional snowflakes had begun to fall thickly, with a soft, persistent30 steadiness of purpose. The icy stillness of the morning gave place to a wind, uncertain and whispering at first, but, as the day advanced, gathering31 volume and speed. The office and bar filled with men, some of them—snow powdered as if a huge sugar-sifter had been shaken over them—having tramped in from small camps in the vicinity. Clamor and vociferations, mixed with the smell of strong drinks and damp woolens32, rose from the bar. Constant gusts33 of cold air swept the lower passages, and snow was tramped into the matting round the hall stove.
At four o’clock, Willoughby, the Englishman who had charge of the shut-down Bella K. mine, came, butting34 head down against the wind, a group of dogs at his heels, to claim the hospitality of the hotel. His watchman, an old timer, had advised him to seek a shelter better stored with provisions than the office building of the Bella K. Willoughby, whose accent and manner had proclaimed him as one of high distinction before it was known in Antelope that he was “some relation to a lord,” was made welcome in the bar. His four red setter dogs, shut out from that hospitable35 retreat by the swing door, grouped around it and stared expectantly, each shout from within being answered by them with plaintive36 and ingratiating whines37.
The afternoon was still young when the day began to darken. Rose Cannon, who had been sitting in the parlor38, dreaming over a fire of logs, went to the window, wondering at the growing gloom. The wind had risen to a wild, sweeping speed, that tore the snow fine as a mist. There were no lazy, woolly flakes3 now. They had turned into an opaque39, slanting40 veil which here and there curled into snowy mounds41 and in other places left the ground bare. It seemed as if a giant paint-brush, soaked in white, had been swept over the outlook. Now and then a figure, head down, hands in pockets, the front of the body looking as though the paint-brush had been slapped across it, came into view, shadowy and unsubstantial in the mist-like density42.
Rose looked out on it with an interest that was a little soberer than the debonair43 blitheness44 of her morning mood. If it kept up they might be snowed in for days, Perley had said. That being the case, this room, the hotel’s one parlor, would be her retreat, her abiding45 place—for her bedroom was as cold as an ice-chest—until they were liberated46. With the light, half-whimsical smile that came so readily to her lips, she turned from the window and surveyed it judicially47.
Truly it was not bad. Seen by the light of the flaming logs pulsing on the obscurity already lurking48 in the corners, it had the charm of the fire-warmed interior, tight-closed against outer storm. A twilight49 room lit only by a fire, with wind and snow outside, is the coziest habitation in the world. It seemed to Rose it would make a misanthrope50 feel friendly, prone51 to sociable52 chat and confidence. When the day grew still dimmer she would draw the curtains (they were of a faded green rep) and pull up the old horsehair arm-chairs that were set back so demurely53 in the corners. Her eyes strayed to the melodeon and then to the wall above it, where hung a picture of a mining millionaire, once of the neighborhood, recently deceased, a circlet of wax flowers from his bier surrounding his head, and the whole neatly54 incased in glass. Washington crossing the Delaware made a pendent on the opposite wall. On the center-table there were many books in various stages of unrepair and in all forms of bindings. These were the literary aftermath left by the mining men, who, since the early sixties, had been stopping at Antelope on their hopeful journeys up and down the mineral belt.
She was leaving the window to return to her seat by the fire when the complete silence that seemed to hold the outside world in a spell was broken by sudden sounds. Voices, the crack of a whip, then a grinding thump55 against the hotel porch, caught her ear and whirled her back to the pane. A large covered vehicle, with the whitened shapes of a smoking team drooping56 before it, had just drawn57 up at the steps. Two masculine figures, carrying bags, emerged from the interior, and from the driver’s seat a muffled59 shape—a cylinder60 of wrappings which appeared to have a lively human core—gave forth61 much loud and profane62 language. The isolation63 and remoteness of her surroundings had already begun to affect the town-bred young lady. She ran to the door of the parlor, as ingenuously64 curious to see the new arrivals and find out who they were as though she had lived in Antelope for a year.
Looking down the hall she saw the front door open violently inward and two men hastily enter. The wind seemed to blow them in and before Perley’s boy could press the door shut the snow had whitened the damp matting. No stage passed through Antelope in these days of its decline, and the curiosity felt by Rose was shared by the whole hotel. The swing door to the bar opened and men pressed into the aperture65. Mrs. Perley came up from the kitchen, wiping a dish. Cora appeared in the dining-room doorway66, and in answer to Miss Cannon’s inquiringly-lifted eyebrows67, called across the hall:
“It’s the Murphysville stage on the down-trip to Rocky Bar. I guess they thought they couldn’t make it. The driver don’t like to run no risks and so he’s brought ’em round this way and dumped ’em here. There ain’t but two passengers. That’s them.”
She indicated the two men who, standing by the hall stove, were divesting68 themselves of their wraps. One of them was a tall upright old man with a sweep of grizzled beard covering his chest, and gray hair falling from the dome69 of a bald head.
The other was much younger, tall also, and spare to leanness. He wore a gray fedora hat, and against its chill, unbecoming tint70, his face, its prominent, bony surfaces nipped by the cold to a raw redness, looked sallow and unhealthy. With an air of solicitude71 he laid his overcoat across a chair, brushing off the snow with a careful hand. Buttoned tight in a black cutaway with the collar turned up about his neck, he had an appearance of being uncomfortably compressed into garments too small for him. His shiny-knuckled, purplish hands, pinching up the shoulders of his coat over the chair-back, were in keeping with his general suggestion of a large-boned meagerly-covered lankness72. The fact that he was smooth-shaven, combined with the unusual length of dark hair that appeared below his hat-brim, lent him a suggestion of something interestingly unconventional, almost artistic73. In the region where he now found himself he would have been variously set down as a gambler, a traveling clergyman, an actor, or perhaps only a vender74 of patent medicines who had some odd, attractive way of advertising75 himself, such as drawing teeth with an electric appliance, or playing the guitar from the tail-board of his showman’s cart.
Now, having arranged his coat to its best advantage, he turned to Perley and said with a curiously76 deep and resonant77 voice,
“And, mine host, a stove in my bedroom, a stove in my bedroom or I perish.”
“Oh, say, ain’t he just the richest thing?”
“You’ve got us trapped and caged here for a spell, I guess,” said the older man. “Any one else in the same box?”
“Oh, you’ll not want for company,” said Perley, pride at the importance of the announcement vibrating in his tone. “We’ve got Willoughby here from the Bella K. with his four setter dogs, and Bill Cannon and his daughter up from the coast.”
“Bill Cannon!”—the two men stared and the younger one said,
“That’s him all right,” nodded Perley. “Up here to see the diggings at Greenhide and snowed in same as you.”
Here, Rose, fearing the conversation might turn upon herself, slipped from the doorway into the passage and up the stairs to her own room.
An hour later as she stood before the glass making her toilet for supper, a knock at the door ushered81 in Cora, already curled, powdered and beribboned for that occasion, a small kerosene82 lamp in her hand. In the bare room, its gloom only partly dispelled83 by the light from a similar lamp on the bureau and the red gleam from the stove, Miss Cannon was revealed in the becoming half-dusk made by these imperfectly-blending illuminations, a pink silk dressing-gown loosely enfolding her, a lightly brushed-in suggestion of fair hair behind her ears and on her shoulders. Her comb was in her hand and Cora realized with an uplifting thrill that she had timed her visit correctly and was about to learn the mysteries of Miss Cannon’s coiffure.
“I brung you another lamp,” she said affably, setting her offering down on the bureau. “One ain’t enough light to dress decently by. I have three,” and she sank down on the side of the bed with the air of having established an intimacy84, woman to woman, by this act of generous consideration.
“Them gentlemen,” she continued, “are along on this hall with you and your pa. The oldone’s Judge Washburne, of Colusa, a pioneer that used to know Mrs. Perley’s mother way back in Sacramento in the fifties, and knew your pa real well when he was poor. It’s sort of encouraging to think your pa was ever poor.”
Rose laughed and turned sidewise, looking at the speaker under the arch of her uplifted arm. There were hair-pins in her mouth and an upwhirled end of blond hair protruded in a gleaming scattering85 of yellow over her forehead. She mumbled86 a comment on her father’s early poverty, her lips showing red against the hair-pins nipped between her teeth.
“And the other one,” went on Cora, her eyes riveted87 on the hair-dressing, her subconscious88 mind making notes of the disposition89 of every coil, “his name’s J. D. Buford. And I’d like you to guess what he is! An actor, a stage player. He’s been playing all up the state from Los Angeles and was going down to Sacramento to keep an engagement there. It just tickles90 me to death to have an actor in the house. I ain’t never seen one close to before.”
The last hair-pin was adjusted and Miss Cannon studied the effect with a hand-glass.
“An actor,” she commented, running a smoothing palm up the back of her head, “that’s just what he looked like, now I think of it. Perhaps he’ll act for us. I think it’s going to be lots of fun being snowed up at Antelope.”
The sound of a voice crying “Cora” here rose from the hallway and that young woman, with a languid deliberation of movement, as of one who obeys a vulgar summons at her own elegant leisure, rose and departed, apologizing for having to go so soon. A few minutes later, the hour of supper being at hand, Rose followed her.
She was descending91 the stairs when a commotion92 from below, a sound of voices loud, argumentative, rising and falling in excited chorus, hurried her steps. The lower hall, lit with lamps and the glow of its stove, heated to a translucent93 red, was full of men. A current of cold could be felt in the hot atmosphere and fresh snow was melting on the floor. Standing by the stove was a man who had evidently just entered. Ridges94 of white lay caught in the folds of his garments; a silver hoar was on his beard. He held his hands out to the heat and as Rose reached the foot of the stairs she heard him say,
“Well, I tell you that any man that started to walk up here from Rocky Bar this afternoon must have been plumb95 crazy. Why, John L. Sullivan couldn’t do it in such a storm.”
To which the well-bred voice of Willoughby answered,
“But according to the message he started at two and the snow was hardly falling then. He must have got a good way, past the Silver Crescent even, when the storm caught him.”
A hubbub96 of voices broke out here, and, seeing her father on the edge of the crowd, Rose went to him and plucked his sleeve, murmuring,
“What’s happened? What’s going on?”
He took his cigar out of his mouth and turned toward her, speaking low and keeping his eyes on the men by the stove.
“The telegraph operator’s just had a message sent from Rocky Bar that a man started from there this afternoon to walk up here. They don’t think he could make it and are afraid he’s lost somewhere. Perley and some of the boys are going out to look for him.”
“What a dreadful thing! In such a storm! Do you think they’ll ever find him?”
“Oh, I guess so. If he was strong enough to get on near here they ought to. But it’s just what the operator says. The feller must have been plumb crazy to attempt such a thing. Looks as if he was a stranger in the country.”
“It’s a sort of quiet, respectable way of committing suicide,” said the voice of the actor behind them.
Rose looked over her shoulder and saw his thin, large-featured face, no longer nipped and reddened with cold, but wreathed in an obsequious98 and friendly smile which furrowed99 it with deep lines. Her father answered him and she turned away, being more interested in the preparations for the search party. As she watched these she could hear the desultory100 conversation behind her, the actor’s comments delivered with an unctuous101, elaborate politeness which, contrasted with her father’s gruff brevity, made her smile furtively102 to herself.
A jingle103 of sleigh bells from without threw the party into the sudden bustle104 of departure. Men shrugged themselves into their coats and tied comforters over their ears. Perley emerged from the bar, shrouded105 in outer wrappings, and crowding a whisky flask106 into his pocket. The hall door was thrown open, and through the powdery thickness of the atmosphere the sleigh with its restive107 horses could be seen drawn up at the porch steps. Those left behind pressed into the doorway to speed the departure. Shouted instructions, last suggestions as to the best methods for conducting the search filled the air, drowning the despairing whines that Willoughby’s dogs, shut in the bar, sent after their master. With a broken jingle of bells the sleigh started and in a moment was swallowed up in the blackness of the storm.
Supper was an animated meal that evening. The suddenly tragic108 interest that had developed drew the little group of guests together with the strands of a common sympathy. The judge and the actor moved their seats to the Cannons’ table. Cora was sent to request the doctor—a young man fresh from his graduation in San Francisco who took his meals at the bachelor’s table—to join them and add the weight of medical opinion to their surmises109 as to the traveler’s chances of survival. These, the doctor thought, depended as much upon the man’s age and physical condition, as upon the search party’s success in finding him. And then they speculated as to the man himself, drawing inferences from the one thing they knew of him, building up his character from this single fact, deducing from it what manner of man he should be, and why he should have done so strangely foolhardy a thing.
After supper they retired110 to the parlor, piled the fire high and sat grouped before it, the smoke of cigars and cigarettes lying about their heads in white layers. It was but natural that the conversation should turn on stories of the great storms of the past. Rose had heard many such before, but to-night, with the wind rocking the old hotel and the thought of the lost man heavy at her heart, she listened, held in a cold clutch of fascinated attention, to tales of the emigrants111 caught in the passes of the Sierra, of pioneer mining-camps relieved by mule112 trains which broke through the snow blockade as the miners lay dying in their huts, of men risking their lives to carry succor113 to comrades lost in their passage from camp to camp on just such a night as this. Now and then one of Willoughby’s dogs, long since broken from the confinement114 of the bar, came to the door and put in an inquiring head, the ears pricked115, the eyes full of hopeful inquiry116, a feathered tail wagging in deprecating friendliness117. But its master was not there and it turned away, disappointed, to run up the hall, sniffing118 under closed doors and whimpering in uneasy loneliness.
Rose sat crouched119 over the fire, and as the fund of stories became exhausted120 and silence gradually settled on the group, her thoughts turned again to the traveler. She had been shocked at first, as the others were, by the thought of a fellow creature lost in the storm; but as the evening advanced, and the talk threw round his vague, undefined figure the investiture of an identity and a character, she began to see him less as a nebulous, menaced shape than as a known individuality. He seemed to be advancing out of the swirling121 blackness of the night into extending circles of the acquainted and the intimate. He was drawing near, drawing out of the limbo122 of darkness and mystery, into the light of their friendly fire, the grasp of their welcoming hands. He took shape in her imagination; she began to see his outline forming and taking color. With every tick of the clock she felt more keenly that he was some one who needed her help, and whom she must rescue. By ten she was in a ferment123 of anguished124 expectancy125. The lost traveler was to her a man who had once been her friend, now threatened by death.
The clock hand passed ten, and the periods of silence that at intervals126 had fallen on the watchers grew longer and more frequent, and finally merged58 into a stillness where all sat motionless, listening to the storm. It had increased with the coming of the dark and now filled the night with wildness and tumult127. The wind made human sounds about the angles of the house, which rocked and creaked to its buffets128. The gale129 was fitful. It died away almost to silence, seeming to recuperate130 its forces for a new attack, and then came back full of fresh energies. It struck blows on the doors and windows, like those of a fist demanding entrance. Billowing rushes of sound circled round the building, and then a rustling131 passage of sleet132 swept across the curtained pane.
It was nearly eleven, and for fifteen minutes no one had spoken a word. Two of the dogs had come in and lain down on the hearth-rug, their noses on their paws, their eyes fixed28 brightly and ponderingly on the fire. In the midst of the motionless semicircle one of them suddenly raised its head, its ears pricked. With its muzzle133 elevated, its eyes full of awakened134 intelligence, it gave a low, uneasy whimper. Almost simultaneously135 Rose started and drew herself up, exclaiming, “Listen!” The sound of sleigh bells,faint as a noise in a dream, came through the night.
In a moment the lower floor was shaken with movement and noise. The bar emptied itself on to the porch and the hall doors were thrown wide. The sleigh had been close to the hotel before its bells were heard, and almost immediately its shape emerged from the swirling whiteness and drew up at the steps. Rose, standing back in the parlor doorway, heard a clamor of voices, a rising surge of sound from which no intelligible136 sentence detached itself, and a thumping137 and stamping of feet as the searchers staggered in with the lost traveler. The crowd separated before them and they entered slowly, four men carrying a fifth, their bodies incrusted with snow, the man they bore an unseen shape covered with whitened rugs from which an arm hung, a limp hand touching138 the floor. Questions and answers, now clear and sharp, followed them, like notes upon the text of the inert139 form:
“Where’d you get him?”
“About five miles below on the main road. One of the horses almost stepped on him. He was right in the path, but he was all sprinkled over with snow.”
“He’s not dead, is he?”
“Pretty near, I guess. We’ve pumped whisky into him, but he ain’t shown a sign of life.”
“Who is he?”
“Search me. I ain’t seen him good myself yet. Just as we got him the lantern went out.”
There was a sofa in the hall and they laid their burden there, the crowd edging in on them, horrified140, interested, hungrily peering. Rose could see their bent141, expressive142 backs and the craning napes of their necks. Then a sharp order from the doctor drove them back, sheepish, tramping on one another’s toes, bunched against the wall and still avidly143 staring. As their ranks broke, the young girl had a sudden, vivid glimpse of the man, his head and part of his chest uncovered. Her heart gave a leap of pity and she made a movement from the doorway, then stopped. The lost traveler, that an hour before had almost assumed the features of a friend, was a complete stranger that she had never seen before.
He looked like a dead man. His face, the chin up, the lips parted under the fringe of a brown mustache, was marble white, and showed a gray shadow in the cheek. The hair on his forehead, thawed144 by the heat, was lying in damp half-curled semicircles, dark against the pallid145 skin. There was a ring on the hand that still hung limp on the floor. The doctor, muttering to himself, pulled open the shirt and was feeling the heart, when Perley, who had flown into the bar for more whisky, emerged, a glass in his hand. As his eye fell upon the man, he stopped, stared, and then exclaimed in loud-voiced amaze:
“My God—why, it’s Dominick Ryan! Look here, Governor”—to Cannon who was standing by his daughter in the parlor doorway, “come and see for yourself. If this ain’t young Ryan I’m a Dutchman!”
“That’s who it is,” he said slowly and unemotionally. “It’s Dominick Ryan, all right. Well, by ginger147!” and he turned and looked at the amazed innkeeper, “that’s the queerest thing I ever saw. What’s brought him up here?”
Perley, his glass snatched from him by the doctor who seemed entirely148 indifferent to their recognition of his patient, shrugged helplessly.
“Blest if I know,” he said, staring aimlessly about him. “He was here last summer fishing. But there ain’t no fishing now. God, ain’t it a good thing that operator at Rocky Bar had the sense to telegraph up!”
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