"From what my driver has told me about the Briskow farm," he ran on, "you won"t have to work at anything, unless you care to."
Allie continued to weigh this new thought in her mind; that it intrigued her was plain, but she made no audible comment.
CHAPTER V
For perhaps half an hour the women tried on one piece of jewelry after another, exclaiming, admiring, arguing, then the mother realized with a start that meal time was near and that the menfolks would soon be home.
Leaving Allie to entertain their guest, she hurried out, and the sound of splitting kindling, the clatter of stove lids, the rattle of utensils came from the kitchen.
Gray retired to the patent rocker, Miss Briskow settled herself upon a straight-backed chair and folded her capable hands in her lap; an oppressive silence fell upon the room. Evidently the duties of hostess lay with crushing weight upon the girl, for her face became stony, her cheeks paled, her eyes glazed; the power of speech completely failed her and she answered Gray with nods or shakes of her head. The most that he could elicit from her were brief "yeps" and "nopes." It was not unlike a "spirit reading," or a ouija-board seance. He told himself, in terms of the oil fields, that here was a dry well--that the girl was a "duster." Having exhausted the usual commonplace topics in the course of a monologue that induced no reaction whatever, he voiced a perfectly natural remark about the wonder of sudden riches. He was, in a way, thinking aloud of the changes wrought in drab lives like the Briskows"
by the discovery of oil. He was surprised when Allegheny responded:
"Ma and me stand it all right, but it"s an awful strain on Pa," said she.
"Indeed?"
The girl nodded. "He"s got _more_ nutty notions."
Gray endeavored to learn the nature of Pa"s recently acquired eccentricities, but Allie was flushing and paling as a result of her sudden excursion into the audible. Eventually she trembled upon the verge of speech once more, then she took another desperate plunge.
"He says folks are going to laugh _at_ us or _with_ us, and--and rich people have got to _act rich_. They got to be elegant." She laughed loudly, abruptly, and the explosive nature of the sound startled her as greatly as it did her hearer. "He"s going to get somebody to teach Buddy and me how to behave."
"I think he"s right," Gray said, quietly.
"Why, he"s sent to Fort Worth for a piano, already, and for a lady to come out for a coupla days and show me how to play it!" There was another black hiatus in the conversation. "We haven"t got a spare room, but--I"m quick at learnin" tunes. She could bunk in with me for a night or two."
Gray eyed the speaker suspiciously, but it was evident that she was in sober earnest, and the tragedy of such profound ignorance smote the man sharply. Here was a girl of at least average intelligence and of sensitive makeup; a girl with looks, too, in spite of her size, and no doubt a full share of common sense--perhaps even talents of some sort--yet with the knowledge of a child. For the first time he realized what playthings of Fate are men and women, how completely circ.u.mstance can make or mar them, and what utter paralysis results from the strangling grip of poverty.
History hints that during the Middle Ages there flourished an a.s.sociation known as Comprachicos--"child-buyers"--which traded in children. The Comprachicos bought little human beings and disfigured their features, distorted their bodies, fashioned them into ludicrous, grotesque, or hideous monstrosities for king and populace to laugh at, and then resold them. Soft, immature faces were made into animal likenesses; tender, unformed bodies were put into wicker forms or porcelain vases and allowed to grow; then when they had become things of compressed flesh and twisted bone, the wicker was cut, the vase was broken, leaving a man in the shape of a bottle or a mug.
That is precisely what environment does.
In the case of Allegheny Briskow, poverty, the drought, the grinding hardships of these hard-scrabble Texas counties, had dwarfed the intellect, the very soul of a splendid young animal. Or so, at least, Gray told himself. It was a thought that evoked profound consideration.
Now that the girl was beginning to lose her painful embarra.s.sment, she showed to somewhat better advantage and no longer impressed him, as bovine, stolid, almost stupid; he could not but note again her full young figure, her well-shaped, well-poised head, and her regular features, and the pity of it seemed all the greater by reason thereof.
He tried to visualize her perfectly groomed, clad in a smart gown molded over a well-fitting corset, with her feet properly shod and her hair dressed--but the task was beyond him. Probably she had never worn a corset, never seen a pair of silk stockings. He thought, too, of what was in store for her and wondered how she would fit into the new world she was about to enter. Not very well, he feared. Might not this prove to be the happiest period of all her new life, he asked himself. As yet the wonder and the glory of the new estate left room in her imagination for little else; the mold was broken, but the child was not conscious of its bottle shape. Nevertheless the shape was there. When that child learned the truth, when it heard the laughter and felt the ridicule, what then? He could not bring himself to envy Allegheny Briskow.
"First off, Ma and me are goin" over to Dallas to do some tradin"," the girl was saying. "After that we"re goin" to the mountains."
"Your mother mentioned mountains."
"Yep. Her and Pa have allus been crazy about mountains, but they never seen "em. That"s the first thing Ma said when Number One blowed in.
When we saw that oil go over the crown block, and when they told us that black stuff was really oil, Ma busted out cryin" and said she"d see the mountains, after all--then she wouldn"t mind if she died. Pa he cried, too, we"d allus been so pore--You see, Ma"s kind of marked about mountains--been that way since she was a girl. She cuts out stories and pictures of "em. And that"s how me and Buddy came to be named Allegheny and Ozark. But we never expected to _see_ "em. The drought burned us out too often."
Allegheny and Ozark. Quaint names. "Times must have been hard." The remark was intended only as a spur.
"_Hard!_" There was a pause; slowly the girl"s eyes began to smolder, and as she went on in her deliberate way, memory set a tragic shadow over her face. "I"ll say they was hard! n.o.body but us nesters knows what hard times is. Out west of here they went three years without rain, and all around here people was starvin". Grown folks was thin and tired, and children was sickly--they was too peaked to play. Why, we took in a hull family--wagon-folks. Their hosses died and they couldn"t go on, so we kep" "em--"til _we_ burned out. I don"t know how we managed to get by except that Pa and Buddy are rustlers and I can do more "n a hired man. We _never_ had enough to eat. Stuff just wouldn"t grow. The stock got bonier and bonier and finally died, "count of no gra.s.s and the tanks dryin" out. And all the time the sun was a-blazin"
and the dust was a-blowin and the clouds would roll up and then drift away and the sun would come out hotter "n ever. Day after day, month after month, we waited--eighteen, I think it was. People got so they wouldn"t pray no more, and the preachers moved away. I guess we was as bad off as them pore folks in Beljum. Why, even the rattlesnakes pulled out of the country! Somehow the papers got hold of it and bime-by some grub was shipped in and give around, but--us Briskows didn"t get none.
Pa"d die before he"d beg."
The girl was herself now; she was talking naturally, feelingly, and her voice was both deep and pleasing.
"The thinner Ma got, the more she talked about the mountains, where there was water--cool, clear water in the criks. And timber on the hills--timber with green leaves on it. And gra.s.s that you could lay down in and smell. I guess Ma was kind of feverish. We was drier "n a lime-burner"s boot when the rain did come. I"ll never forget--we all stood out in it and soaked it up. It was wonderful, to get all wet and soaky, and not with sweat."
"Then on top of that the oil came, too. It _must_ have been wonderful."
"Yep. Now we"re rich. And buyin" di"mon"s and pianos and goin" to Dallas for pretty fixin"s. Seems kinda dreamy." Allegheny Briskow closed her eyes, her ma.s.sive crown of damp, disordered hair drooped backward and for a moment Gray was able, un.o.bserved, to study her.
She had revealed herself to him, suddenly, in the s.p.a.ce of a few moments, and the revelation added such poignancy to his previous thoughts that he regarded her with a wholly new sympathy. There was nothing dull about this girl. On the contrary, she had intelligence and feeling. There had been a rich vibrance in her voice as she told of that frightful ordeal; a dimness had come into her eyes as she spoke of her mother gabbling feverishly of the green hills and babbling brooks; she had yearned maternally at mention of those wretched little children. No, there was a sincere emotional quality concealed in this young giantess, and a sensitiveness quite unexpected.
Gray remained silent until she opened her eyes; then he said: "When you and your mother come to Dallas to do your shopping, won"t you let me take you around to the right shops and see that you get the right things?" Then, prompted by the girl"s quick resentment, he added, hastily, "--at the right prices?"
Allie"s face cleared. "Why, that"s right nice of you!" she declared.
"I--I reckon we"d be glad to."
Gus Briskow was a sandy, angular man; a ring of air holes cut in the crown of his faded felt hat showed a head of hair faded to match the color of his headgear; his greasy overalls were tucked into boots, and a ragged Joseph"s coat covered his flannel shirt. Both the man and his makeup were thoroughly typical of this part of the country, except in one particular--Pa Briskow possessed the brightest, the shrewdest pair of blue eyes that Calvin Gray had ever seen, and they were surrounded by a network of prepossessing wrinkles.
He came directly in to greet his visitor, then said: "I never expected you"d come "way out here an" bring your plunder with you. Ma says you got a hull gripful o" di"mon"s."
"I have, indeed." Gray pointed to the glittering display still spread out upon the varicolored counterpane.
Briskow approached the bed and gazed curiously, silently down at the treasure, then his face broke into a sunshiny smile. He wiped his hands upon his trousers legs and picked up a ring. But instead of examining the jewel, he looked at the price mark, after which his smile broadened.
Ozark had entered behind his father, and his sister introduced him now.
He was a year or two younger than Allegheny, but cast in the same heroic mold. They formed a ma.s.sive pair of children indeed, and, as in her case, a sullen distrust of strangers was inherent in him. He stared coldly, resentfully, at Gray, mumbled an unintelligible greeting, then rudely turned his back upon the visitor and joined his father.
The elder Briskow spoke first, and it was evident that he feared to betray lack of conservatism, for he said, with admirable restraint:
"Likely-lookin" lot of trinkets, eh, Bud?"
Bud grunted. After a moment he inquired of Gray, "How much is that hull lot wuth, Mister?"
"Close to a hundred thousand dollars."
Brother and sister exchanged glances; the father considered briefly, smilingly, then he said, "With oil at three an" a quarter, it wouldn"t take long for a twelve-hundred bar"ler to get the hull caboodle, would it?"
"Is your well producing twelve hundred barrels a day?"
"Huh!" Briskow, junior, grinned at his sister, exposing a mouth full of teeth as white and as sound as railroad crockery, but his next words were directed at Gray: "We got _four_ wells and the p"orest one is makin" twelve hundred bar"l."
The guests" mental calculations as to the Briskow royalties were interrupted by an announcement that dinner was ready, whereupon the father announced:
"Mister, it looks like you"d have to stay overnight with us, "cause I got important business after dinner an" I wouldn"t trust Ma to pick out no jewelry by herself--them prices would skeer her to death. We"re ignorant people and we ain"t used to spendin" money, so it"ll take time for us to make up our minds. Kin you wait?"
"I"ll stay as long as you"ll keep me," Gray declared, heartily.
A moment later, having learned that a place at the table had been set for his driver as well as himself, Gray stepped out to summon the man and to effect the necessary change in his arrangements. He was not surprised to find the chauffeur with nose flattened against a pane of the front-room window, his hands cupped over his eyes. Ignoring the fellow"s confusion at being discovered, Gray told him of his change of plan and instructed him to drive back to Ranger and to return late the following afternoon. Then he led the way toward the kitchen.