Lenore fell back, almost fainting, with the swift realization of what had happened.
CHAPTER IX
Kurt Dorn had indeed no hope of ever seeing Lenore Anderson again, and he suffered a pang that seemed to leave his heart numb, though Anderson"s timely visit might turn out as providential as the saving rain-storm. The wheat waved and rustled as if with renewed and bursting life. The exquisite rainbow still shone, a beautiful promise, in the sky. But Dorn could not be happy in that moment.
This day Lenore Anderson had seemed a bewildering fulfilment of the sweetness he had imagined was latent in her. She had meant what was beyond him to understand. She had gently put a hand to his lips, to check the bitter words, and he had dared to kiss her soft fingers. The thrill, the sweetness, the incomprehensible and perhaps imagined response of her pulse would never leave him. He watched the big car until it was out of sight.
The afternoon was only half advanced and there were numberless tasks to do. He decided he could think and plan while he worked. As he was about to turn away he espied another automobile, this one coming from the opposite direction to that Anderson had taken. The sight of it reminded Dorn of the I.W.W. trick of throwing phosphorus cakes into the wheat. He was suspicious of that car. It slowed down in front of the Dorn homestead, turned into the yard, and stopped near where Dorn stood. The dust had caked in layers upon it. Someone hailed him and asked if this was the Dorn farm. Kurt answered in the affirmative, whereupon a tall man, wearing a long linen coat, opened the car door to step out. In the car remained the driver and another man.
"My name is Hall," announced the stranger, with a pleasant manner. "I"m from Washington, D.C. I represent the government and am in the Northwest in the interest of the Conservation Commission. Your name has been recommended to me as one of the progressive young wheat-growers of the Bend; particularly that you are an American, located in a country exceedingly important to the United States just now--a country where foreign-born people predominate."
Kurt, somewhat startled and awed, managed to give a courteous greeting to his visitor, and asked him into the house. But Mr. Hall preferred to sit outdoors on the porch. He threw off hat and coat, and, taking an easy chair, he produced some cigars.
"Will you smoke?" he asked, offering one.
Kurt declined with thanks. He was aware of this man"s penetrating, yet kindly scrutiny of him, and he had begun to wonder. This was no ordinary visitor.
"Have you been drafted?" abruptly queried Mr. Hall.
"Yes, sir. Mine was the first number," replied Kurt, with a little pride.
"Do you want exemption?" swiftly came the second query.
It shocked Dorn, then stung him.
"No," he said, forcibly.
"Your father"s sympathy is with Germany, I understand."
"Well, sir, I don"t know how you understand that, but it"s true--to my regret and shame."
"You want to fight?" went on the official.
"I hate the idea of war. But I--I guess I want to fight. Maybe that"s because I"m feeling sc.r.a.ppy over these I.W.W. tricks."
"Dorn, the I.W.W. is only one of the many phases of war that we must meet," returned Mr. Hall, and then for a moment he thoughtfully drew upon his cigar.
"Young man, I like your talk. And I"ll tell you a secret. My name"s not Hall. Never mind my name. For you it"s Uncle Sam!"
Whereupon, with a winning and fascinating manner that seemed to Kurt at once intimate and flattering, he began to talk fluently of the meaning of his visit, and of its cardinal importance. The government was looking far ahead, preparing for a tremendous, and perhaps a lengthy, war. The food of the country must be conserved. Wheat was one of the most vital things in the whole world, and the wheat of America was incalculably precious--only the government knew how precious. If the war was short a wheat famine would come afterward; if it was long, the famine would come before the war ended. But it was inevitable. The very outcome of the war itself depended upon wheat.
The government expected a nation-wide propaganda by the German interests which would be carried on secretly and boldly, in every conceivable way, to alienate the labor organizations, to bribe or menace the harvesters, to despoil crops, and particularly to put obstacles in the way of the raising and harvesting, the transporting and storing of wheat. It would take an army to protect the nation"s grain.
Dorn was earnestly besought by this official to compa.s.s his district, to find out who could be depended upon by the United States and who was antagonistic, to impress upon the minds of all his neighbors the exceeding need of greater and more persistent cultivation of wheat.
"I accept. I"ll do my best," replied Kurt, grimly. "I"ll be going some the next two weeks."
"It"s deplorable that most of the wheat in this section is a failure,"
said the official. "But we must make up for that next year. I see you have one magnificent wheat-field. But, fact is, I heard of that long before I got here."
"Yes? Where?" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Kurt, quick to catch a significance in the other"s words.
"I"ve motored direct from Wheatly. And I"m sorry to say that what I have now to tell you is not pleasant.... Your father sold this wheat for eighty thousand dollars in cash. The money was seen to be paid over by a mill-operator of Spokane.... And your father is reported to be suspiciously interested in the I.W.W. men now at Wheatly."
"Oh, that"s awful!" exclaimed Kurt, with a groan. "How did you learn that?"
"From American farmers--men that I had been instructed to approach, the same as in your case. The information came quite by accident, however, and through my inquiring about the I.W.W."
"Father has not been rational since the President declared war. He"s very old. I"ve had trouble with him. He might do anything."
"My boy, there are mult.i.tudes of irrational men nowadays and the number is growing.... I advise you to go at once to Wheatly and bring your father home. It was openly said that he was taking risks with that large sum of money."
"Risks! Why, I can"t understand that. The wheat"s not harvested yet, let alone hauled to town. And to-day I learned the I.W.W. are working a trick with cakes of phosphorus, to burn the wheat."
Kurt produced the cake of phosphorus and explained its significance to the curious official.
"Cunning devils! Who but a German would ever have thought of that?" he exclaimed. "German science! To such ends the Germans put their supreme knowledge!"
"I wonder what my father will say about this phosphorus trick. I just wonder. He loves the wheat. His wheat has taken prizes at three world"s fairs. Maybe to see our wheat burn would untwist that twist in his brain and make him American."
"I doubt it. Only death changes the state of a real German, physical, moral, and spiritual. Come, ride back to Glencoe with me. I"ll drop you there. You can hire a car and make Wheatly before dark."
Kurt ran indoors, thinking hard as he changed clothes. He told the housekeeper to tell Jerry he was called away and would be back next day.
Putting money and a revolver in his pocket, he started out, but hesitated and halted. He happened to think that he was a poor shot with a revolver and a fine one with a rifle. So he went back for his rifle, a small high-power, repeating gun that he could take apart and hide under his coat. When he reached the porch the official glanced from the weapon to Kurt"s face and said, with a flash of spirit:
"It appears that you are in earnest!"
"I am. Something told me to take this," responded Kurt, as he dismounted the rifle. "I"ve already had one run-in with an I.W.W. I know tough customers when I see them. These foreigners are the kind I don"t want near me. And if I see one trying to fire the wheat I"ll shoot his leg off."
"I"m inclined to think that Uncle Sam would not deplore your shooting a little higher.... Dorn, you"re fine! You"re all I heard you were! Shake hands!"
Kurt tingled all over as he followed the official out to the car and took the seat given him beside the driver. "Back to Glencoe," was the order. And then, even if conversation had been in order, it would scarcely have been possible. That driver could drive! He had no fear and he knew his car. Kurt could drive himself, but he thought that if he had been as good as this fellow he would have chosen one of two magnificent services for the army--an ambulance-driver at the front or an aeroplane scout.
On the way to Glencoe several squads of idling and marching men were pa.s.sed, all of whom bore the earmarks of the I.W.W. Sight of them made Kurt hug his gun and wonder at himself. Never had he been a coward, but neither had he been one to seek a fight. This suave, distinguished government official, by his own significant metaphor, Uncle Sam gone abroad to find true hearts, had wrought powerfully upon Kurt"s temper.
He sensed events. He revolved in mind the need for him to be cool and decisive when facing the circ.u.mstances that were sure to arise.
At Glencoe, which was reached so speedily that Kurt could scarcely credit his eyes, the official said; "You"ll hear from me. Good-by and good luck!"
Kurt hired a young man he knew to drive him over to Wheatly. All the way Kurt brooded about his father"s strange action. The old man had left home before the rain-storm. How did he know he could guarantee so many bushels of wheat as the selling-price indicated? Kurt divined that his father had acted upon one of his strange weather prophecies. For he must have been absolutely sure of rain to save the wheat.
Darkness had settled down when Kurt reached Wheatly and left the car at the railroad station. Wheatly was a fairly good-sized little town. There seemed to be an unusual number of men on the dark streets. Dim lights showed here and there. Kurt pa.s.sed several times near groups of conversing men, but he did not hear any significant talk.
Most of the stores were open and well filled with men, but to Kurt"s sharp eyes there appeared to be much more gossip going on than business.
The town was not as slow and quiet as was usual with Bend towns. He listened for war talk, and heard none. Two out of every three men who spoke in his hearing did not use the English language. Kurt went into the office of the first hotel he found. There was no one present. He glanced at an old register lying on the desk. No guests had registered for several days.
Then Kurt went out and accosted a man leaning against a hitching-rail.