GAYLEY THE TROUBADOUR
Through the tremulous beauty of the California woods, in the silent April afternoon, came Sammy Peneyre, riding Clown. The horse chose his own way on the corduroy road, for the rider was lost in dreams. Clown was a lean old dapple gray so far advanced in years and ailments that when Doctor Peneyre had bought him, the year before, the dealer had felt constrained to remark:
"He"s better"n he looks, Doc". You"ll get your seven dollars" worth out of him yet!"
To which the doctor had amiably responded:
"Your saying so makes me wonder if I WILL, Joe. However, I"ll have my boy groom him and feed him, and we"ll see!"
But, as Clown had stubbornly refused to respond to grooming and feeding, he was, like other despised and discarded articles, voted by the Peneyre family quite good enough for Sammy, and Sammy accepted him gratefully.
The spirit of spring was affecting them both to-day--a brilliant day after long weeks of rain. Sammy whistled softly. Clown coquetted with the bit, danced under the touch of the whip, and finally took the steep mountain road with such convulsive springs as jolted his rider violently from dreams.
"Why, you fool, are you trying to run away?" said Sammy, suddenly alive to the situation. The road here was a mere shelf on the slope of the mountain, constantly used by descending lumber teams, and dangerous at all times. A runaway might easily be fatal. Sammy pulled at the bit; but, at the first hard tug, the old bridle gave way, and Clown, maddened by a stinging blow from the loose flying end of the strap, bolted blindly ahead.
Terrified now, Sammy clung to the pommel and shouted. The trees flew by; great clods of mud were flung up by the horse"s feet. From far up the road could be heard the creaking of a lumber team and the crack of the lumberman"s long whip.
"My Lord!" said Sammy, aloud, in a curious calm, "we"ll never pa.s.s THAT!"
And then, like a flash, it was all over. Clown, suddenly freed from his rider, galloped violently for a moment, stopped, snorted suspiciously, galloped another twenty feet, and stood still, his broken bridle dangling rakishly over one eye. Sammy, dragged from the saddle at the crucial instant to the safety of Anthony Gayley"s arms, as he brought his own horse up beside her, wriggled to the ground.
"That was surely going some!" said Anthony, breathing hard. "Hurt?"
"No-o!" said Sammy. But she leaned against the tall, big fellow, as he stood beside her, and was glad of his arm about her shoulders.
They had known each other by sight for years, but this was the first speech between them. Anthony suddenly realized that the doctor"s youngest daughter, with her shy, dark eyes and loosened silky braids, had grown from an awkward child into a very pretty girl. Sammy, glancing up, thought--what every other woman in Wheatfield thought--that Anthony Gayley was the handsomest man she had ever seen, in his big, loose corduroys, with a sombrero on the back of his tawny head.
"I was awfully afraid I"d grate against your leg," said the boy, with his sunny smile; "but I couldn"t stop to figure it out. I just had to hustle!"
"There"s a lumber wagon ahead there," Sammy said. "I"m--I"m very much obliged to you!"
They both laughed. Presently Anthony made the girl mount his own beautiful mare.
"Ride d.u.c.h.ess home. I"ll take your horse," said he.
"Oh, no, indeed; PLEASE don"t bother!" protested Sammy, eagerly.
But Anthony only laughed and gave her a hand up. Sammy settled herself on the Spanish saddle with a sigh of satisfaction.
"I"ve always wanted to ride your horse!" said she, delightedly, as the big muscles moved smoothly under her.
Anthony smiled. "She"s the handsomest mare here-abouts," said he. "I wouldn"t take a thousand dollars for her!"
Sammy watched him deftly repair the broken bridle of the now docile and crestfallen Clown, and spring to the saddle.
"I"m taking you out of your way!" she pleaded, and he answered gravely:
"Oh, no; I"ll be much happier seeing you safe home."
When they reached her gate, the two changed horses, and Sammy rode slowly up the dark driveway alone. Even on this brilliant afternoon the old Peneyre place looked dull and gloomy. Dusty dark pines and eucalyptus trees grew close about the house. There was no garden, but here and there an unkempt geranium or rank great bush of marguerites sprawled in the uncut gra.s.s, and rose bushes, long grown wild, stood in spraying cl.u.s.ters that were higher than a man"s head. Pampas trees, dirty and overgrown, outlined the drive at regular intervals, their shabby plumes uncut from year to year.
The house was heavy, bay-windowed, three-storied. Ugly, immense, unfriendly, it struck an inharmonious note in the riotous free growth of the surrounding woods. The dark entrance-hall was flanked by a library full of obsolete, unread books, and by double drawing-rooms, rarely opened now. All the windows on the ground floor were darkened by the shrubbery outside and by heavy red draperies within.
Sammy, entering a side door, seemed to leave the day"s brightness behind her. The air indoors was chill, flat. A half-hearted little coal fire flickered in the grate, and Koga was cleaning silver at the table.
Sammy took David Copperfield from the mantel and settled herself in a great chair.
"Koga, you go fix Clown now," she suggested.
Koga beamed a.s.sent. Departing, he wrestled with a remark: "Oh! Nise day. I sink so."
Sammy agreed. "You don"t have weather like this in j.a.pan in April!"
"Oh, yis," said Koga, and, drunk with the joy of speech, he added: "I sink so. Awe time nise in j.a.p-pon! I sink so."
"All the time nice in j.a.pan?" echoed Sammy, lazily. "Oh, what a story!"
But Koga was convulsed with innocent mirth. However excruciating the effort, he had produced a remark in English. He retired, repeating between spasms of enjoyment: "Oh, I sink so. Awe time nise in j.a.p-pon!"
The day dragged on, to all outward seeming like all of Sammy"s days.
Twilight made her close her book and straighten her bent shoulders.
Pong came in to set the table. The slamming of the hall door announced her father.
Presently Mrs. Moore, the housekeeper, came downstairs. Lamps were lighted; dinner loitered its leisurely way. After it the doctor set up one of his endless chess problems on the end of the table, and Sammy returned to David Copperfield.
"Father, you know Anthony Gayley--that young carpenter in Torney"s shop?"
"I do, my dear."
"Well, Clown ran away to-day, and he really saved me from a bad smash."
A long pause.
"Ha!" said the doctor, presently. "Set this down, will you, Sammy? Rook to queen"s fourth. Check. Now, knight--any move. No--hold on. Yes.
Knight any move. Now, rook--wait a minute!"
His voice fell, his eyes were fixed. Sammy sighed.
At eight she fell to mending the fire with such vigor that her colorless little face burned. Then her spine felt chilly. Sammy turned about, trying to toast evenly; but it couldn"t be done. She thought suddenly of her warm bed, put her finger in her book, kissed her father"s bald spot between two yawns, and went upstairs.
The dreams went, too. There was nothing in this neglected, lonely day, typical of all her days, to check them. It was delicious, snuggling down in the chilly sheets, to go on dreaming.
Again she was riding alone in the woods. Again Clown was running away.
Again, big gentle Anthony Gayley was galloping behind her. Again for that breathless moment she was in his arms. Sammy shut her eyes....