Minna went over the old ground that Homer could never get a fair trial; then she brightened up all at once and says:
"Don"t you pay it. Don"t you do it; because you won"t have to if you do what I say."
Homer gets excited and says:
"Yes, yes; go on!"
And Minna goes on.
"When people can"t get fair trials in a place," she says, "they always take change of venues."
"Change of venues?" says Homer, kind of uneasy, it seemed.
"Certainly," says Minna: "they take change of venues. I"ve worked in Judge Ballard"s office long enough to know that much. Why didn"t I think of it before? It"s your one chance to escape this creature"s snare."
"Change of venues?" says Homer again, kind of aghast.
"It"s your only way out," says Minna; "and I"ll do everything I can--"
"You will?" says Homer.
"Why, of course!" says Minna. "Any thing--"
"All right, then," says Homer. "You get your things on, and I"ll saddle your horse and bring him round."
"What for?" demands Minna.
"I"m a desperate man!" says Homer. "You say it"s the only way out, and you know the law; so come along to Kulanche with me." And he beat if off to the barn.
Well, Minna had said she"d do anything she could, thinking she"d write herself to Judge Ballard and find out all the details; but if Homer wanted her to go to Kulanche with him and try to start the thing there--why, all right. She was ready when Homer come with her horse and off they rode on the twelve-mile trip.
I gather that not much was said on the way by Homer who only muttered like a fever patient from time to time, with Minna saying once in a while how glad she was she had thought up this one sure way out of his trouble.
At Kulanche they rode up in front of Old Man Geiger"s office, who is justice of the peace.
"Wait here a minute," says Homer, and went inside. Pretty soon he come out and got her. "Come on, now," he says, "I got it all fixed."
And Minna goes in, thinking mebbe she"s got to swear to an affidavit or something that Homer couldn"t get a fair trial among people knowing he regarded little ones as so many c.o.c.kroaches or something to step on.
She got some shock when Homer took her inside and held her tight by the wrist while Old Man Geiger married "em. That"s about the way it was. She says she was so weak she could hardly stand up, and she hadn"t hardly any voice at all left. But she kept on saying "Why, Homer!" and "Oh, Homer!"
and "No, no, Homer!" as soon as she discovered that she had been dragged off to a fate she had always regarded as worse than death; but a lot of good it done her to say them things in a voice not much better than a whisper.
And the dreadful thing was over before she could get strength to say anything more powerful. There she was, married to a man she thought highly of, it"s true, and had a great sympathy for in the foul wrong one of her s.e.x had tried to slip over on him; but a man she had never thought of marrying. I"m telling you what she told me. And after sentence had been p.r.o.nounced she kept on saying "Why, Homer!" and "Oh, Homer!" and "No, no, Homer!" till there was nothing to do but get some clothes out of her trunk that she"d left down there in time to take the narrow gauge for their wedding tour to Spokane.
The news spread over the valley next day like a brush fire in August. It was startling! Like the newspapers say of a suicide, "No cause could be a.s.signed for the rash act." They was away ten days and come back to find the whole country was again giving Homer the laugh because Mrs. Tolliver had up and married a prosperous widower from over in Surprise Valley, and had never brought any suit against him. It was said that even the late Mrs. Tolliver was laughing heartily at him.
Homer didn"t seem to care, and Minna certainly didn"t. She was the old-fashioned kind of wife, a kind you don"t hear much of nowadays; the kind that regards her husband as perfect, and looks up to him. She told me about the tumultuous wedding. Neither of "em had had time for any talk till they got on the train. Then it come out. She says why ever did Homer do such a monstrous thing? And Homer says:
"Well, you told me a change of Venus was the only way out for me--"
"I said a change of venue," says Minna.
"It sounded like change of Venus," says Homer, "and I knew Venus was the G.o.d of love. And you said you was willing and I knew we was congenial, and I was a desperate man; and so here we are!"
So she cried on his shoulder for twenty miles while he ate a box of figs.
Homer is now a solid citizen, with his money put into a place down at the lower end of the valley, instead of lying in the bank at the mercy of some unscrupulous woman with little ones. And here this summer, with his own work light, he"s been helping me out as riding boss; or, at least I been lavishing money on him for that.
A fine, dependable hand, too! Here was this bunch of stock to be got in from Madeline--them Bolshevik ain"t gathered more"n two thirds of "em; and there"s more to come in from over Horse Fly Mountain way, and still another bunch from out of the Sheep Creek country--the busiest month in a bad year, when I needed every man, woman, and child to be had, and here comes Homer, the mush-head, taking two days off!
"Yes"m, Mis" Pettengill; I just got to take time off to go down to Red Gap. It"s a matter of life and death. Yes"m; it is. No"m; I wouldn"t dast send any one, and Minna agrees I"m the only one to go--" Shucks!
The lady built a cigarette and, after lighting it, turned back to scan the mesa we had descended. The cattle now crowded down the narrow way into the valley, their dust mounting in a high, slow cloud.
"Call yourself a cowman, do you?" she demanded of the absent Homer.
"Huh!" Then we rode on.
"What was the matter of life and death?" I asked.
Ma Pettengill expelled cigarette smoke venomously from inflated nostrils like a tired dragon.
"The matter of life and death was that he had to get two teething rings for the twins."
"Twins!"
"Oh, the valley got it"s final laugh at Homer! Twins, sure! Most of us laughed heartily, though there was mothers that said it was G.o.d"s judgment on the couple. Of course Homer and Minna ain"t took it that way.
They took it more like they had been selected out of the whole world as a couple worthy to have a blessed miracle happen to "em. There might of been single babies born now and then to common folks, but never a case of twins--and twins like these! Marvels of strength and beauty, having to be guarded day and night against colic and kidnappers.
"They had "em down to the post office at Kulanche the other day showing "em off, each one in a red shawl; and sneering at people with only one.
And this imbecile Homer says to me:
""Of course it can"t be hoped," he says, "that this great world war will last that long; but if it could last till these boys was in shape to fight I bet it wouldn"t last much after that. Yes, sir; little Roosevelt and Pershing would soon put an end to that sc.r.a.p!"
"And now they"re teething and got to have rubber rings. And no, he couldn"t send any one down for "em; and he couldn"t order "em by mail either, because they got to be just the right kind.
""Poor little Pershing is right feverish with his gums," says Homer, "but little Roosevelt has got a front one through already. He bit my thumb yesterday with it--darned near to the bone. He did so!"
"Calls himself a cowman, does he? He might of been--once. Now he ain"t no more than a woman"s home companion!"
VIII
CAN HAPPEN!
Lew Wee, prized Chinese chef of the Arrowhead Ranch, had butchered, cooked, and served two young roosters for the evening meal with a finesse that cried for tribute. As he replaced the evening lamp on the cleared table in the big living room he listened to my fulsome praise of his artistry as Marshal Foch might hear me say that I considered him a rather good strategist. Lew Wee heard but gave no sign, as one set above the petty adulation of compelled worshipers. Yet I knew his secret soul made festival of my words and would have been hurt by their withholding.