They hurried round to the corral, and shouted to the others so that the whole ranch was present to welcome the travelers. Ernest was first, lifting his mother bodily to the ground and kissing her a dozen times before Elsa had a chance.
"Guess I can pull off a surprise party when I try!" he shouted. "Here, Papa, this is Charley. Don"t you remember the little roly-poly who used to play in the swimming pool? And d.i.c.k--who tried to boss us."
"Come up to the house! I know you"re half dead," said Charley, leading the way as she spoke.
"I don"t want to go into any house till I"ve seen the Plant," exclaimed Dean Erskine, wiping the sand from his face.
"Not a Plant for me, but coffee and some shade and a little breeze, maybe," cried Papa Wolf.
"Better have some breakfast first, Dean," suggested Roger. "There"s a long story goes with seeing the plant."
"There"s a long story goes with a number of things here I would suspect," grunted Papa Wolf, mounting the steps to the porch.
"Now, Papa, don"t try to talk until you"ve eaten," called Mamma anxiously, from Ernest"s arm. "Oh, but children, this is very pleasant,"
as the party entered the living room. "How do you keep it so cool and how have you endured this dreadful heat?"
"Heat!" laughed Elsa, "why, Mamma, this is our cool fall weather we"re having now. You should have been here in the good old summer time."
"G.o.d forbid, if it was warmer than this yet. Papa, take off your coat, and you too, Dean." Mamma lifted her dusty little black hat from a very flushed forehead. "These boys look cool in their flannel shirts and you so hot in your coats. And see what a nice fine place and a nice clock and a--"
"Hold, Mamma! Hold! You needn"t talk every minute," interrupted Papa Wolf. "I promised to say nothing until we all have eaten. So now, enjoy your breakfast."
But Papa and probably the Dean were the only persons who really enjoyed the meal. Elsa was plainly rattled and d.i.c.k whose worn face recently had looked much less haggard had settled again into lines of suffering.
Except in looking after the guests" comfort, he had nothing to say.
Charley and Roger were apprehensive as to the outcome of what was plainly to be a family row. Ernest, who talked a great deal, seemed excited and uneasy.
When the coffee pot had been emptied and pipes and cigars lighted, Dean Erskine rose. He was small and thin and his Van d.y.k.e beard was nearly white but he still gave the impression of tremendous nervous energy.
"Now, I"m ready for the Plant, Roger," he said energetically.
"No! No! The Plant can wait!" protested Papa. "You know all about why we have come, Dean, and I want you to stay and lend your good sense to the interview."
"But my dear Wolf, it will be very unpleasant for me," exclaimed the Dean.
"And for me!" added Roger.
"For you, Roger! Why you"re the cause of all our troubles and the Dean has backed you in all! Come now, don"t be a coward. See it through! I must take my two children back with me. That is settled."
"Is that what brought you down here, Papa?" inquired Elsa.
"Ernest"s letter brought me down here. It"s the only letter he has written me since he left my roof. But it was most important."
"You see, it was this way," Ernest cleared his throat, nervously, but his blue eyes were steady. "You told me not to communicate with you, but I"ve written regularly to Mother. So, of course, it amounted to the same thing. Naturally, I"ve tried not to write you about our worries. But finally, I made up my mind, Papa, that you needed to learn one or two things that I had learned down here. I knew there was no use in my asking you to come, so I merely wrote you of Elsa"s engagement."
Ernest turned to his sister and d.i.c.k, who sat side by side on the living-room cot.
"I"m not going to apologize to you two. Mamma and Papa had to know sometime or other. And I wanted Papa down here."
"You should have let me write, Ernest. I might have given myself a fair show, I think." d.i.c.k"s voice was bitter.
"I did you no harm in the long run, d.i.c.k, old man," said Ernest, eagerly. "Just bear with me for a while."
"Ernie, you always were an old b.u.t.ter-in," cried Elsa angrily. "As if I weren"t perfectly capable of managing my own affairs. Now you"ve ruined everything. Papa, I am going to marry d.i.c.k. Mamma, you will love him."
"Wait, Elsa, wait," exclaimed Ernest.
But Papa could not wait. "Marry a Preble!" he roared. "Marry a drunkard, the son of a drunkard! Oh, don"t try to hush me, Mamma! You know you"re just as anxious about the matter as I am. I had the Dean look d.i.c.k Preble up. His record in college was that of a drunken rounder. His father drank the old farm up, you remember that, Roger."
"I remember folks said so, but all I know and all I want to know about d.i.c.k is what he is now. He"s a new man and a mighty fine one."
"Impossible! His father--"
d.i.c.k jumped to his feet, but Charley spoke first. "Leave our father absolutely out of this, Mr. Wolf, if you please. He"s not here to defend himself. d.i.c.k is."
"Impossible!" roared Papa Wolf.
Charley crossed the room swiftly and standing in all the dignity of her good height and her quiet beauty, she looked down on Papa Wolf.
"I am telling you," she did not raise her voice, "not to include my father or my mother in this conversation. My brother and I stand on our own reputations and no one else"s."
Papa Wolf swallowed two or three times. "But inheritance," he said feebly.
"n.o.body inherits the drink habit," returned Charley, disdainfully. "You can inherit a weak will but not a habit. d.i.c.k drank because he thought he was going to die and he went the pace, thinking like other fool men that he was living life to the full, in that way. By the time he had been cured of his illness, he had the drink appet.i.te. But he"s cured of that now."
"How do you know?" asked Papa Wolf, belligerently.
"Because I know," replied Charley, shortly, returning to her chair, while d.i.c.k and Elsa stared at her, astonishment and grat.i.tude both struggling in their faces.
"Well, do I want my daughter to marry a man who"s been a b.u.m, eh? Do you think I, Karl Wolf--"
"Hold on, Mr. Wolf," interrupted d.i.c.k. "I never was a b.u.m. Drink was my failing. I"ve always, with Charley"s help, paid my own way. I have a real business down here now. Elsa loves the desert life and she loves me. I can take care of her and make her happy, I know."
"You know, huh! Yet you remember Elsa"s home. All its luxury?"
"Yes, I remember Elsa"s home and I remember that Elsa and her mother were high cla.s.s, unpaid servants in that home."
Papa Wolf jumped to his feet. Ernest laid a hand on his arm.
"Wait now, Papa. You"ve got the top layer off your chest. Now I"m going to tell you the inside story of what has happened in this desert in the seven or eight months. Light your pipe, Papa. It"s going to be a long story."
"Pipe! Pipe! I will not light my pipe!"
"Why not? n.o.body"s married yet. You"ve got days and weeks if you wish to argue about that and you"ll be liking d.i.c.k better all the time you"re arguing. Now Elsa"s marriage isn"t the important matter you"ve to decide down here, at all. Light your pipe. Papa dear! You always did give me good advice, except about coming down here. Here, take a fresh box of matches."
Papa Wolf, established once more, Ernest took a turn or two up and down the room, coming finally to a stop before the empty fire place. Roger, looking at his chum closely, realized suddenly that Ernest had aged in the past few months. There were lines around his eyes and his lips.
Ernest looked from his father to his mother with a little smile.
"Roger and I, in spite of our thirty years, were unsophisticated kids when we came into this country. I think we"re grown up now. I think we"re pretty certain to go a straight and decent trail to the end. But that I came mighty near to going a forbidden trail as Roger calls it, is your fault, Papa--and yours, Dean Erskine."