"I never did see such clothes," she sighed. "I dunno how you"ll ever git a chancet to wear "em out in this country--seems to me they"re most too pretty to wear, anyhow, I can git Marthy Winters to come over and help you--she does sewin"--and you can use my machine any time you want to. I"d take a hold myself if I didn"t have all the baking to do for the dance.
That Min can"t learn nothing, seems like. I can"t trust her to do a thing, hardly, unless I stand right over her. Breed girls ain"t much account ever; but they"re all that"ll work out, in this country, seems like. Sometimes I swear I"ll git a c.h.i.n.k and be done with it--only I got to have somebody I can talk to oncet in a while. I couldn"t never talk to a c.h.i.n.k--they don"t seem hardly human to me. Do they to you?
"And say! I"ve got some allover lace--it"s eecrue--that you can fill in the neck with; you"re welcome to use it--there"s most a yard of it, and I won"t never find a use for it. Or I was thinkin", there"ll be enough cut off"n the trail to make a gamp of the satin, sleeves and all." She lifted the shining stuff with manifest awe. "It does seem a shame to put the shears to it--but you never"ll git any wear out of it the way it is, and I don"t believe--"
"Mis" _Hawley!_" shrilled the voice of Minnie at the foot of the stairs.
"There"s a couple of _drummers_ off"n the _train_, "n" they want _supper_, "n" what"ll I _give_ "em?"
"My heavens! That girl"ll drive me crazy, sure!" Arline hurried to the door. "Don"t take the roof off"n the house," she cried querulously down the stairway. "I"m comin"."
Val had not spoken a word. She went over to the bed, lifted a fold of satin, and smiled down at it ironically. "Mamma and I spent a whole month planning and sewing and gloating over you," she said aloud. "You were almost as important as a wedding gown; the club"s farewell reception--"To what base uses we do--""
"Oh, here"s your slippers!" Arline thrust half her body into the room and held the slippers out to Val. "I stuck "em into my pockets to bring up, and forgot all about "em, mind you, till I was handin" the drummers their tea.
And one of "em happened to notice "em, and raised right up outa his chair, an" said: "Cind"rilla, sure as I live! Say, if there"s a foot in this town that"ll go into them slippers, for G.o.d"s sake introduce me to the owner!"
I told him to mind his own business. Drummers do get awful fresh when they think they can get away with it." She departed in a hurry, as usual.
Every day after that Arline talked about altering the satin gown. Every day Val was noncommittal and unenthusiastic. Occasionally she told Arline that she was not going to the dance, but Arline declined to take seriously so preposterous a declaration.
"You want to break a leg, then," she told Val grimly on Thursday. "That"s the only excuse that"ll go down with this bunch. And you better git a move on--it comes off to-morrer night, remember."
"I won"t go, Manley!" Val consoled herself by declaring, again and again.
"The idea of Arline Hawley ordering me about like a child! Why should I go if I don"t care to go?"
"Search me." Manley shrugged his shoulders. "It isn"t so long, though, since you were just as determined to stay and have the shivaree, you remember."
"Well, you and Mr. Burnett tried to do exactly what Arline is doing. You seemed to think I was a child, to be ordered about."
At the very last minute--to be explicit, an hour before the hall was lighted, several hours after smoke first began to rise from the chimney, Val suddenly swerved to a reckless mood. Arline had gone to her own room to dress, too angry to speak what was in her mind. She had worked since five o"clock that morning. She had bullied Val, she had argued, she had begged, she had wheedled. Val would not go. Arline had appealed to Manley, and Manley had a.s.sured her, with a suspicious slurring of his _esses_ that he was out of it, and had nothing to say. Val, he said, could not be driven.
It was after Arline had gone to her room and Manley had returned to the "office" that Val suddenly picked up her hairbrush and, with an impish light in her eyes, began to pile her hair high upon her head. With her lips curved to match the mockery of her eyes, she began hurriedly to dress.
Later, she went down to the parlor, where four women from the neighboring ranches were sitting stiffly and in constrained silence, waiting to be escorted to the hall. She swept in upon them, a glorious, shimmery creature all in white and gold. The women steed, wavered, and looked away--at the wall, the floor, at anything but Val"s bare, white shoulders and arms as white. Arline had forgotten to look for gloves.
Val read the consternation in their weather-tanned faces, and smiled in wicked enjoyment. She would shock all of Hope; she would shock even Arline, who had insisted upon this. Like a child in mischief, she turned and went rustling down the ball to the dining room. She wanted to show Arline. She had not thought of the possibility of finding any one but Arline and Minnie there, so that she was taken slightly aback when she discovered Kent and another man eating a belated supper.
Kent looked up, eyed her sharply for just an instant, and smiled.
"Good evening, Mrs. Fleetwood," he said calmly. "Ready for the ball, I see.
We got in late." He went on spreading b.u.t.ter upon his bread, evidently quite unimpressed by her magnificence.
The other man stared fixedly at his plate. It was a trifle, but Val suddenly felt foolish and ashamed. She took a step or two toward the kitchen, then retreated; down the hall she went, up the stairs and into her own room, the door of which she shut and locked.
"Such a fool!" she whispered vehemently, and stamped her white-shod foot upon the carpet. "He looked perfectly disgusted--and so did that other man.
And no wonder. Such--it"s _vulgar_, Val Fleetwood! It"s just ill-bred, and coa.r.s.e, and horrid!" She threw herself upon the bed and put her face in the pillow.
Some one--she thought it sounded like Manley--came up and tried the door, stood a moment before it, and went away again. Arline"s voice, sharpened with displeasure, she heard speaking to Minnie upon the stairs. They went down, and there was a confusion of voices below. In the street beneath her window footsteps sounded intermittently, coming and going with a certain eagerness of tread. After a time there came, from a distance, the sound of violins and the "coronet" of which Arline had been so proud; and mingled with it was an undercurrent of shuffling feet, a mere whisper of sound, cut sharply now and then by the sharp commands of the floor manager. They were dancing--in her honor. And she was a fool; a proud, ill-tempered, selfish fool..
With one of her quick changes of mood she rose, patted her hair smooth, caught up a wrap oddly inharmonious with the gown and slippers, looped her train over her arm, tool her violin, and ran lightly down-stairs. The parlor, the dining room, the kitchen were deserted and the lights turned low. She braced herself mentally, and, flushing at the unaccustomed act, rapped timidly upon the door which opened into the office--which by that time she knew was really a saloon. Hawley himself opened the door, and in his eyes bulged at sight of her.
"Is Mr. Fleetwood here? I--I thought, after all, I"d go to the dance," she said, in rather a timid voice, shrinking back into the shadow.
"Fleetwood? Why, I guess he"s gone on over. He said you wasn"t going. You wait a minute. I--here, Kent! You take Mrs. Fleetwood over to the hall.
Man"s gone."
"Oh, no! I--really, it doesn"t matter--"
But Kent had already thrown away his cigarette and come out to her, closing the door immediately after him.
"I"ll take you over--I was just going, anyway," He a.s.sured her, his eyes dwelling upon her rather intently.
"Oh--I wanted Manley. I--I hate to go--like this, it seems so--so queer, in this place. At first I--I thought it would be a joke, but it isn"t; it"s silly and,--and ill-bred. You--everybody will be shocked, and--"
Kent took a step toward her, where she was shrinking against the stairway.
Once before she had lost her calm composure and had let him peep into her mind. Then it had been on account of Manley; now, womanlike, it was her clothes.
"You couldn"t be anything but all right, if you tried," he told her, speaking softly. "It isn"t silly to look the way the Lord meant you to look. You--you--oh, you needn"t worry--n.o.body"s going to be shocked very hard." He reached out and took the violin from her; took also her arm and opened the outer door. "You"re late," he said, speaking in a more commonplace tone. "You ought to have overshoes, or something--those white slippers won"t be so white time you get there. Maybe I ought to carry you."
"The idea!" she stepped out daintily upon the slushy walk.
"Well, I can take you a block or two around, and have sidewalk all the way; that"ll help some. Women sure are a lot of bother--I"m plumb sorry for the poor devils that get inveigled into marrying one."
"Why, Mr. Burnett! Do you always talk like that? Because if you do, I don"t wonder--"
"No," Kent interrupted, looking down at her and smiling grimly, "as it happens, I don"t. I"m real nice, generally speaking. Say! this is going to be a good deal of trouble, do you know? After you dance with hubby, you"ve got to waltz with me."
"_Got_ to?" Val raised her eyebrows, though the expression was lost upon him.
"Sure. Look at the way I worked like a horse, saving your life--and the cat"s--and now leading you all over town to keep those nice white slippers clean! By rights, you oughtn"t to dance with anybody else. But I ain"t looking for real grat.i.tude. Four or five waltzes is all I"ll insist on, but--" His tone was lugubrious in the extreme.
"Well, I"ll waltz with you once--for saving the cat; and once for saving the slippers. For saving me, I"m not sure that I thank you." Val stepped carefully over a muddy spot on the walk. "Mr. Burnett, you--really, you"re an awfully queer man."
Kent walked to the next crossing and helped her over it before he answered her. "Yes," he admitted soberly then, "I reckon you"re right. I am--queer."
CHAPTER XIV
A WEDDING PRESENT
Sunday it was, and Val had insisted stubbornly upon going back to the ranch; somewhat to her surprise, if one might judge by her face, Arline Hawley no longer demurred, but put up lunch enough for a week almost, and announced that she was going along. Hank would have to drive out, to bring back the team, and she said she needed a rest, after all the work and worry of that dance. Manley, upon whose account it was that Val was so anxious, seemed to have nothing whatever to say about it. He was sullenly acquiescent--as was perhaps to be expected of a man who had slipped into his old habits and despised himself for doing so, and almost hated his wife because she had discovered it and said nothing. Val was thankful, during that long, bleak ride over the prairie, for Arline"s incessant chatter. It was better than silence, when the silence means bitter thoughts.
"Now," said Arline, moving excitedly in her seat when they neared Cold Spring Coulee, "maybe I better tell you that the folks round here has kinda planned a little su"prise for you. They don"t make much of a showin" about bein" neighborly--not when things go smooth--but they"re right there when trouble comes. It"s jest a little weddin" present--and if it comes kinda late in the day, why, you don"t want to mind that. My dance that I gave was a weddin" party, too, if you care to call it that. Anyway, it was to raise the money to pay for our present, as far as it went--and I want to tell you right now, Val, that you was sure the queen of the ball; everybody said you looked jest like a queen in a picture, and I never heard a word ag"inst your low-neck dress. It looked all right on _you_, don"t you see? On me, for instance, it woulda been something fierce. And I"m real glad you took a hold and danced like you did, and never pa.s.sed n.o.body up, like some woulda done. You"ll be glad you did, now you know what it was for. Even danced with Polycarp Jenks--and there ain"t hardly any woman but what"ll turn _him_ down; I"ll bet he tromped all over your toes, didn"t he?"
"Sometimes," Val admitted. "What about the surprise you were speaking of, Mrs. Hawley?"
"It does seem as if you might call me Arline," she complained irrelevantly.
"We"re comin" to that--don"t you worry."
"Is it--a piano?"