Flowers were still abundant, and their splendid ma.s.ses gave the charm of color to the rather arid landscape. Soon after noon dim blue outlines came into view, which grew rapidly bolder and more distinct, and revealed themselves as the Rocky Mountains,--the "backbone of the American Continent," of which we have all heard so much in geographies and the newspapers. It was delightful, in spite of dust and glare, to sit with that sweep of magnificent air rushing into their lungs, and watch the great ranges grow and grow and deepen in hue, till they seemed close at hand. To Katy they were like enchanted land. Somewhere on the other side of them, on the dim Pacific coast, her husband was waiting for her to come, and the wheels seemed to revolve with a regular rhythmic beat to the cadence of the old Scotch song,--
"And will I see his face again; And will I hear him speak?"
But to Clover the wheels sang something less jubilant, and she studied the mountains on her little travelling-map, and measured their distance from Burnet with a sigh. They were the walls of what seemed to her a sort of prison, as she realized that presently she should be left alone among them, Katy and Polly gone, and these new friends whom she had learned to like so much,--left alone with Phil and, what was worse, with Mrs. Watson!
There was a comic side to the latter situation, undoubtedly, but at the moment she could not enjoy it.
Katy carried out her intention. She made a long call on Mrs. Watson in her section, and listened patiently to her bemoanings over the noise of the car which had kept her from sleeping; the "lady in gray over there" who had taken such a long time to dress in the morning that she--Mrs.
Watson--could not get into the toilet-room at the precise moment that she wished; the newspaper boy who would not let her "just glance over" the Denver "Republican" unless she bought and paid for it ("and I only wanted to see the Washington news, my dear, and something about a tin wedding in East Dedham. My mother came from there, and I recognized one of the names and--But he took it away quite rudely; and when I complained, the conductor wouldn"t attend to what I--"); and the bad piece of beefsteak which had been brought for her breakfast at the eating-station. Katy soothed and comforted to the best of her ability, and then plunged into her subject, explaining Phil"s very delicate condition and the necessity for constant watchfulness on the part of Clover, and saying most distinctly and in the plainest of English that Mrs. Watson must not expect Clover to take care of her too. The old lady was not in the least offended; but her replies were so incoherent that Katy was not sure that she understood the matter any better for the explanation.
"Certainly, my dear, certainly. Your brother doesn"t appear so very sick; but he must be looked after, of course. Boys always ought to be. I"ll remind your sister if she seems to be forgetting anything. I hope I shall keep well myself, so as not to be a worry to her. And we can take little excursions together, I dare say--Girls always like to go, and of course an older person--Oh, no, your brother won"t need her so much as you think. He seems pretty strong to me, and--You mustn"t worry about them, Mrs.
Worthing--We shall all get on very well, I"m sure, provided I don"t break down, and I guess I sha"n"t, though they say almost every one does in this air. Why, we shall be as high up as the top of Mount Washington."
Katy went back to Forty-seven in despair, to comfort herself with a long confidential chat with Clover in which she exhorted her not to let herself be imposed upon.
"Be good to her, and make her as happy as you can, but don"t feel bound to wait on her, and run her errands. I am sure papa would not wish it; and it will half kill you if you attempt it. Phil, till he gets stronger, is all you can manage. You not only have to nurse him, you know, but to keep him happy. It"s so bad for him to mope. You want all your time to read with him, and take walks and drives; that is, if there are any carriages at St.
Helen"s. Don"t let Mrs. Watson seize upon you, Clover. I"m awfully afraid that she means to, and I can see that she is a real old woman of the sea.
Once she gets on your back you will never be able to throw her off."
"She shall not get on my back," said Clover, straightening her small figure; "but doesn"t it seem _unnecessary_ that I should have an old woman of the sea to grapple with as well as Phil?"
"Provoking things are apt to seem unnecessary, I fancy. You mustn"t let yourself get worried, dear Clovy. The old lady means kindly enough, I think, only she"s naturally tiresome, and has become helpless from habit.
Be nice to her, but hold your own. Self-preservation is the first law of Nature."
Just at dusk the train reached Denver, and the dreaded moment of parting came. There were kisses and tearful good-byes, but not much time was allowed for either. The last glimpse that Clover had of Katy was as the train moved away, when she put her head far out of the window of Car Forty-seven to kiss her hand once more, and call back, in a tone oracular and solemn enough to suit King Charles the First, his own admonitory word, "Remember!"
CHAPTER VI.
ST. HELEN"S.
Never in her life had Clover felt so small and incompetent and so very, very young as when the train with Car Forty-seven attached vanished from sight, and left her on the platform of the Denver station with her two companions. There they stood, Phil on one side tired and drooping, Mrs.
Watson on the other blinking anxiously about, both evidently depending on her for guidance and direction. For one moment a sort of pale consternation swept over her. Then the sense of the inevitable and the n.o.bler sense of responsibility came to her aid. She rallied herself; the color returned to her cheeks, and she said bravely to Mrs. Watson,--
"Now, if you and Phil will just sit down on that settee over there and make yourselves comfortable, I will find out about the trains for St.
Helen"s, and where we had better go for the night."
Mrs. Watson and Phil seated themselves accordingly, and Clover stood for a moment considering what she should do. Outside was a wilderness of tracks up and down which trains were puffing, in obedience, doubtless, to some law understood by themselves, but which looked to the uninitiated like the direst confusion. Inside the station the scene was equally confused.
Travellers just arrived and just going away were rushing in and out; porters and baggage-agents with their hands full hurried to and fro. No one seemed at leisure to answer a question or even to listen to one.
Just then she caught sight of a shrewd, yet good-natured face looking at her from the window of the ticket-office; and without hesitation she went up to the enclosure. It was the ticket-agent whose eye she had caught. He was at liberty at the moment, and his answers to her inquiries, though brief, were polite and kind. People generally did soften to Clover. There was such an odd and pretty contrast between her girlish appealing look and her dignified little manner, like a child trying to be stately but only succeeding in being primly sweet.
The next train for St. Helen"s left at nine in the morning, it seemed, and the ticket-agent recommended the Sherman House as a hotel where they would be very comfortable for the night.
"The omnibus is just outside," he said encouragingly. "You"ll find it a first-cla.s.s house,--best there is west of Chicago. From the East? Just so.
You"ve not seen our opera-house yet, I suppose. Denver folks are rather proud of it. Biggest in the country except the new one in New York. Hope you"ll find time to visit it."
"I should like to," said Clover; "but we are here for only one night. My brother"s been ill, and we are going directly on to St. Helen"s. I"m very much obliged to you."
Her look of pretty honest grat.i.tude seemed to touch the heart of the ticket-man. He opened the door of his fastness, and came out--actually came out!--and with a long shrill whistle summoned a porter whom he addressed as, "Here, you Pat," and bade, "Take this lady"s things, and put them into the "bus for the Sherman; look sharp now, and see that she"s all right." Then to Clover,--
"You"ll find it very comfortable at the Sherman, Miss, and I hope you"ll have a good night. If you"ll come to me in the morning, I"ll explain about the baggage transfer."
Clover thanked this obliging being again, and rejoined her party, who were patiently sitting where she had left them.
"Dear me!" said Mrs. Watson as the omnibus rolled off, "I had no idea that Denver was such a large place. Street cars too! Well, I declare!"
"And what nice shops!" said Clover, equally surprised.
Her ideas had been rather vague as to what was to be expected in the close neighborhood of the Rocky Mountains; but she knew that Denver had only existed a few years, and was prepared to find everything looking rough and unfinished.
"Why, they have restaurants here and jewellers" shops!" she cried. "Look, Phil, what a nice grocery! We needn"t have packed all those oatmeal biscuits if only we had known. And electric lights! How wonderful! But of course St. Helen"s is quite different."
Their amazement increased when they reached the hotel, and were taken in a large dining-room to order dinner from a bill of fare which seemed to include every known luxury, from Oregon salmon and Lake Superior white-fish to frozen sherbets and California peaches and apricots. But wonderment yielded to fatigue, and again as Clover fell asleep she was conscious of a deep depression. What had she undertaken to do? How could she do it?
But a night of sound sleep followed by such a morning of unclouded brilliance as is seldom seen east of Colorado banished these misgivings.
Courage rose under the stimulus of such air and sunshine.
"I must just live for each day as it comes," said little Clover to herself, "do my best as things turn up, keep Phil happy, and satisfy Mrs.
Watson,--if I can,--and not worry about to-morrows or yesterdays. That is the only safe way, and I won"t forget if I can help it."
With these wise resolves she ran down stairs, looking so blithe and bright that Phil cheered at the sight of her, and lost the long morning face he had got up with, while even Mrs. Watson caught the contagion, and became fairly hopeful and content. A little leaven of good-will and good heart in one often avails to lighten the heaviness of many.
The distance between Denver and St. Helen"s is less than a hundred miles, but as the railroad has to climb and cross a range of hills between two and three thousand feet high, the journey occupies several hours. As the train gradually rose higher and higher, the travellers began to get wide views, first of the magnificent panorama of mountains which lies to the northwest of Denver, sixty miles away, with Long"s Peak in the middle, and after crossing the crest of the "Divide," where a blue little lake rimmed with wild-flowers sparkled in the sun, of the more southern ranges. After a while they found themselves running parallel to a mountain chain of strange and beautiful forms, green almost to the top, and intersected with deep ravines and cliffs which the conductor informed them were "canyons."
They seemed quite near at hand, for their bases sank into low rounded hills covered with woods, these melted into undulating table-lands, and those again into a narrow strip of park-like plain across which ran the track. Flowers innumerable grew on this plain, mixed with gra.s.s of a tawny brown-green. There were cactuses, red and yellow, scarlet and white gillias, tall spikes of yucca in full bloom, and ma.s.ses of a superb white poppy with an orange-brown centre, whose blue-green foliage was p.r.i.c.kly like that of the thistle. Here and there on the higher uplands appeared strange rock shapes of red and pink and pale yellow, which looked like castles with towers and pinnacles, or like primitive fortifications.
Clover thought it all strangely beautiful, but Mrs. Watson found fault with it as "queer."
"It looks unnatural, somehow," she objected; "not a bit like the East. Red never was a favorite color of mine. Ellen had a magenta bonnet once, and it always worried--But Henry liked it, so of course--People can"t see things the same way. Now the green hat she had winter before last was--Don"t you think those mountains are dreadfully bright and distinct? I don"t like such high-colored rocks. Even the green looks red, somehow. I like soft, hazy mountains like Blue Hill and Wachusett. Ellen spent a summer up at Princeton once. It was when little Cynthia had diphtheria--she"s named after me, you know, and Henry he thought--But I don"t like the staring kind like these; and somehow those buildings, which the conductor says are not buildings but rocks, make my flesh creep."
"They"d be scrumptious places to repel attacks of Indians from," observed Phil; "two or three scouts with breech-loaders up on that scarlet wall there could keep off a hundred Piutes."
"I don"t feel that way a bit," Clover was saying to Mrs. Watson. "I like the color, it"s so rich; and I think the mountains are perfectly beautiful. If St. Helen"s is like this I am going to like it, I know."
St. Helen"s, when they reached it, proved to be very much "like this,"
only more so, as Phil remarked. The little settlement was built on a low plateau facing the mountains, and here the plain narrowed, and the beautiful range, seen through the clear atmosphere, seemed only a mile or two away, though in reality it was eight or ten. To the east the plain widened again into great upland sweeps like the Kentish Downs, with here and there a belt of black woodland, and here and there a line of low bluffs. Viewed from a height, with the cloud-shadows sweeping across it, it had the extent and splendor of the sea, and looked very much like it.
The town, seen from below, seemed a larger place than Clover had expected, and again she felt the creeping, nervous feeling come over her. But before the train had fairly stopped, a brisk, active little man jumped on board, and walking into the car, began to look about him with keen, observant eyes. After one sweeping glance, he came straight to where Clover was collecting her bags and parcels, held out his hand, and said in a pleasant voice, "I think this must be Miss Carr."
"I am Dr. Hope," he went on; "your father telegraphed when you were to leave Chicago, and I have come down to two or three trains in the hope of meeting you."
"Have you, indeed?" said Clover, with a rush of relief. "How very kind of you! And so papa telegraphed! I never thought of that. Phil, here is Dr.
Hope, papa"s friend; Dr. Hope, Mrs. Watson."
"This is really a very agreeable attention,--your coming to meet us,"
said Mrs. Watson; "a very agreeable attention indeed. Well, I shall write Ellen--that"s my daughter, Mrs. Phillips, you know--that before we had got out of the cars, a gentleman--And though I"ve always been in the habit of going about a good deal, it"s always been in the East, of course, and things are--What are we going to do first, Dr. Hope? Miss Carr has a great deal of energy for a girl, but naturally--I suppose there"s an hotel at St. Helen"s. Ellen is rather particular where I stay. "At your age, Mother, you must be made comfortable, whatever it costs," she says; and so I--An only daughter, you know--but you"ll attend to all those things for us now, Doctor."