"You are here, Mr. Secretary," she said. "I"m so glad!"
"So am I," said the Secretary, smiling appreciatively at Pen. In her traveling suit of brown, with her shining hair and her great eyes brilliant while her color came and went, Pen was very beautiful. She turned from the Secretary to Jim and shook hands with him, with deepening flush.
"h.e.l.lo, Still!" she said.
"h.e.l.lo, Penelope!" replied Jim.
"Pen!" cried Uncle Denny breathlessly. "What"s the news? As I promised, I"ve not been near the telephone, nor have I said a word here, though it"s most suffocated me."
"Fleckenstein is defeated," said Pen.
"Oh, thank G.o.d for that!" cried Jim.
"How did it happen?" asked the Secretary.
Uncle Denny began to walk the floor. Pen answered. "A week ago, Mr.
Secretary, a farmer named Marshall at a Fleckenstein meeting suggested that a pet.i.tion be sent you to keep Mr. Manning here."
Uncle Denny interrupted. "Mrs. Saradokis here already had telegraphed us to do that same thing, Mr. Secretary, but we were glad to have the farmers get the same idea."
"That isn"t important, Uncle Denny," said Pen. "Marshall himself wrote the pet.i.tion. The farmers" wives caught the idea as eagerly as their husbands and you will find in many cases the signatures of whole families. Of course no man was going to pet.i.tion for Mr. Manning, and then vote for Fleckenstein. So he was defeated. Here is the pet.i.tion, Mr. Secretary."
Pen drew from her suitcase a fold of legal cap papers which she opened and pa.s.sed to the Secretary. Her voice vibrated as she said: "It is signed by nearly every farmer on the Project, Mr. Secretary. Even the Mexicans wanted Jim to stay."
The Secretary put on his gla.s.ses and unfolded the numerous sheets. He looked them through very deliberately, then without a word, pa.s.sed them to Jim.
The pet.i.tion was a short one: "We the undersigned residents of the Cabillo Project pet.i.tion that James Manning be retained as engineer in charge of the Project. We ask this because we like him and trust him and believe he will do more than any other man could do for the farmers"
good. Signed----"
There was no sound in the room save the crackling of the papers as Jim"s trembling fingers turned them. He was white to the lips. The Secretary looked from Jim to Pen, who was standing with close-clasped fingers, her deep eyes shining as she watched Jim. From Pen he looked at Uncle Denny, who was walking round and round the dining room table as though on a wager. Then the Secretary looked back at Jim.
"This pet.i.tion pleases me greatly, Mr. Manning, and it will please the Director. He has grieved very much over the seeming necessity of letting you go. Of course this pet.i.tion disproves all our statements about your capacity for making friends and for making your friends get your ideas."
The Secretary chuckled. "Mrs. Flynn can remove the newspapers from all her legs tomorrow!"
Jim could not speak. He looked from face to face and his lips moved, but only his wistful smile came forth.
"Mr. Dennis," said the Secretary, "supposing you and I have a quiet smoke here while the Project engineer allows this young lady to take him out and explain to him how she came here."
"Mr. Secretary, you must have a drop of Irish blood in you!" cried Uncle Denny.
He pushed Pen and Jim toward the door. And Jim took Pen"s hand and went out into the night.
They walked silently under the stars to the edge of the canyon and stood there looking across at the black outline of the Elephant.
"I went down to see the Secretary in Washington," said Pen, "and he was very kind, but I couldn"t move him from his decision about your dismissal. Then when I wired Oscar about the pet.i.tion, I decided that I was going to be in at the finish and present it to the Secretary myself.
We came up from Cabillo on the same train. I made Bill drop me at the Hendersons" because I wanted to surprise you. Good old Bill! He went down to Cabillo and brought the pet.i.tion up to me."
Jim held Pen"s hand close in his own. "I can"t seem to understand it all," he said. "I don"t deserve it. Think of the farmers doing this!
Aren"t they a fine lot of fellows, though! Gee, Penny, there is going to be some great team work on this Project from now on! The water power trust won"t be able to get in here with a hydraulic ram! What can they do with a prosperous and responsible group of farmers like these!"
"Jim," cried Penelope, "there is no limit to what I want you to do! This is just the beginning. After you have finished here, you must go to other Projects and after that, you must go to Congress and it will be war to the knife all the time. It"s a wonderful future you are going to have, Still Jim."
Jim laughed happily. "And where will you be all this time, Penny? I understand that you are quite, quite through with marriage, and it will be very improper for you to keep on taking such an active interest in a bachelor"s affairs. And yet this bachelor just can"t go on without you!"
Pen answered evasively. "That"s open to discussion. Jimmy, some day, you will buy back the old house at Exham."
"It would never be the same, with dad gone," said Jim.
"Even if your father were alive, Jimmy, it couldn"t be the same,"
answered Pen. "It"s just that the thought of the old house will always renew your old instincts, Still. You can"t return Exham"s old sweet days to it. But Exham has done its work, I believe, out here on this Project."
Pen"s smile was very sweet in the starlight. Jim put both his hands on her shoulders.
"Do you love me, dear?" he asked.
Pen looked up into his eyes long and earnestly.
"I always have, Still Jim," she said.
"Do you want to know how I love you? Oh, sweetheart, I have so little to offer you!" he went on, brokenly, without waiting for Pen"s answer, "except abiding love and pa.s.sionate love and adoring love! And you are so very beautiful, Penelope. I"ve hungered for you for a long, long time, dear. Bitter, bitter nights and days up on the Makon and hopeless nights and days here on the Cabillo." His hands tightened on her shoulders. "Did you come back to me, sweetheart?"
"Still," whispered Pen, "I missed you so! I had to come back."
Then Jim drew Pen to him and folded her close in his strong arms and laid his lips to hers in a long kiss.
And the flag fluttered lightly behind them and the desert wind whispered above their heads:
"O yahee! O yahai!
Sweet as arrow weed in spring!"
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