"It takes about an hour to go down," she said, as they alighted and stood waiting on the platform, "and then the "college" is some distance away from the station."
It was an unspeakable pleasure to sit beside her in the train and listen to her talk. It was one of the things he had dreamed of so many times, but had really never dared to expect.
"The reason I want you to attend this meeting is because the schoolhouse, after all, is the place where a real reform among the farmers must have its base. I"d like to see you working with us," she said, turning suddenly towards him.
"I would if I felt as you do about it, but I can"t."
"Why not? You"re really one of us. Your letters showed me that. Why can"t you work with us?"
"Well, I"ll tell you: because it looks like a last resort. It would look as though, after having been kicked out of both parties, I had gone into the third party out of revenge."
"Well, I see some force in that. But you can"t be idle. You are too strong and fine to be beaten so. Do you know, I think it was providential that you were defeated." She turned to him now, and there was something in the nearness of her face that awed him. "Your letters to me told me more than you knew. I read beneath the lines; I saw how nearly the atmosphere of Congress had ruined you. The greed of office had got hold of you--now hadn"t it?"
He dropped his eyes. "Something got hold of me," he said at length.
She went on in a voice which moved him so deeply he could not reply.
"I"ve wanted to see you. I believed in you, and it made my heart ache to hear your despondent words yesterday. Life is a battle at best. You can"t afford to surrender so early. The way of the thinker is always hard. Take up your sword again. Oh, it"s glorious to be in such a revolution! I never was so happy in my life. Happy and sad too! I never was so sad. Now _that"s_ like a woman, isn"t it? What I really mean is that I never saw so clearly the poverty and helplessness of the people before, and it makes me happy to think I can do something for them."
Bradley sat silently looking at her with his big brown eyes. He was thrilling with the vibration of her voice and the touch of her hand on his arm.
She colored a little, and dropped her eyes suddenly. "There I go again!
I _must_ keep the oratorical tone out of my voice. Don"t mind my preaching at you, will you?"
"I like it," said Bradley, smiling. He had a beautiful smile, she noticed; and he looked so big and strong and thoughtful, she suddenly grew a little timid before him.
The warning whistle of the engine announced they were nearing a crossing, and she said, "I think this is our station."
The wind was strong and cold as they stepped out upon the platform. It was nearly six o"clock, and quite dark. They stood for a few moments in the lee of the one-room depot, looking about in the obscurity.
"Well, what are we to do now?" Bradley inquired.
She seemed at a loss. "Really, I don"t know. Colonel Barker was to meet me here, I believe."
Bradley took her arm. "There"s a light up there in the cold," he said.
"Let"s go for that; and if you"ll tell me the name of the schoolhouse, I"ll see that we get a team, and get out there."
In the cold and darkness she lost something of her imperiousness, and yielded herself to his guidance with a delicious return to woman"s weakness in the face of practical material details. To Bradley this seemed vastly significant and his spirits rose. He grew quite facetious and talkative for him.
"It seems to me that"s a store up there; must be a town near by.
Perhaps _this_ is the town. Two houses on one side and three houses on the other make a town in the West. We must get some supper, too; any provision for that?"
"No, I left the whole matter in Colonel Barker"s hands."
The road ran up the huge treeless swell of prairie toward the lighted windows of a grocery store.
Together they climbed the hill, and opposite the store they came upon a gate on which was a battered sign, "Hotel; meals twenty-five cents."
Bradley knocked on the door, but there was no reply.
After waiting a decent while, he said, "If it"s a hotel, we might as well go right in without knocking."
They entered a bare little room whose only resemblance to a hotel bar-room was in its rusty cannon stove set in the midst of a box of sawdust, and a map of Kansas hanging on the wall. Bradley knocked on the inner door, and it was opened by a faded little woman with a sad face.
"We"d like supper for two," Bradley said.
"All right!" she replied, moving forward to the stove, which she rattled in order to give her time to scrutinize Ida, who sat on the lounge by the window. "Lay off your things, won"t ye?"
Bradley helped Ida to lay off her cloak. It was incredible what pleasure it gave him to do these little things for her. He left her a few minutes to go out and look up the matter of the team. When he returned he found Ida leaning back wearily in a big chair, her face very grave and pale. He told her that a team would be ready soon.
"You can come right out to supper," announced the landlady; and they went out into the kitchen, where the table sat. It was lighted with a kerosene lamp that threw dull-blue shadows among the dishes, and dazzled the eyes of the eaters with its horizontal rays of light. The table had a large quant.i.ty of boiled beef and potatoes and b.u.t.ter, which each person was evidently expected to hew off for himself. The dessert was pumpkin-pie, which they both greeted with smiles.
"Ah, that looks like the pie mother used to make," Ida said, as the landlady put it down.
"Waal, I"d know. Seems to me the crust is a leetle too short. I"ve ben havin" pretty good luck lately; but this pumpkin weren"t just the very best. It was one of them thin-rinded ones, you know. Pumpkins weren"t extry good; weren"t thunder enough, I reckon, this summer."
After supper Bradley went out, leaving Ida with the landlady, who was delighted with her listener.
"Here"s our team," called Bradley, coming to Ida"s relief a few minutes later. "It ain"t a very gay rig; but it"s the best I could do," he explained, as he helped her in and tucked the quilts about her. "I had to skirmish in two or three houses to get these quilts, for the wind is sharp; you"ll need them."
"Thank you; I"m afraid you"ve given me more than my share."
There was only one seat, and Bradley took his place beside Ida, while the driver crouched on the bottom of the clattering old democrat wagon.
Ida was concerned for him.
"Haven"t you another seat?" she inquired.
"No m"m. I don"t need any," he replied, in a slow drawl. "I tried to borrow one from Sam Smalley, but they"re all usin" theirs. I"d jest as soon set here."
There was something singularly attractive in his voice--a simplicity and candor like a child"s, and a suggestion of weakness that went straight to Ida"s tender heart.
"But you"ll get cold."
"Oh, no m"m; I"m used to it. Half the time I don"t wear no gloves in winter "less I"m handlin" things with snow on "em," he said, to rea.s.sure her.
They moved off down the ravine to the north, the keen wind in their faces. There was no moon, and it was very dark, notwithstanding the light of the stars.
"How beautiful the sky is to-night!" said Ida, in a low voice.
"Magnificent!" Bradley replied; but he thought of her, not the stars.
The team started up, and the worn old seat swayed from side to side so perilously that Bradley with incredible audacity put his arm around, and grasped the end of the seat on the other side of Ida.
"I"m afraid you"ll fall out," he hastened to explain. She made no reply, and if she smiled he did not know it.
They climbed the slope on the other side of the bridge, and entered upon the vast rolling prairie, whose dim swells rose and fell against the stars. The roads were frightful--gullied with rain, and full of bowlders on the hillsides. The darkness added a certain wild charm and mystery to it all.
"How lonesome it seems! What a terrible place to live!" said Ida with a shudder.
"Civilization hasn"t made much of an impress here, that"s sure. How long has this prairie been settled?"
""Bout twenty-two years," answered the driver; and, being started, he prattled away, telling the story of his pitiful, tragic life--a life of incessant toil and hardship. Men cheated and trampled upon him; society and government ignored him; science and religion never knew him, and cared nothing for him--and yet this atom bore it all with unapplauded heroism.