"Waiting for somebody to help him with his wagon," Helen answered with a laugh. "A wheel was coming off."
"That was like Bob. He has a rooted objection to helping himself when it means an effort."
"For all that, you were a friend of his."
"I"m not his friend now. I"ve done with the fellow."
"It"s rather awkward," Helen remarked thoughtfully. "He asked if he might bring his wife over, and although I wasn"t very gracious, I could not refuse."
"Oh, well, it doesn"t matter. As I won"t have a minute until the sowing is finished, I"ll be out when he comes. If he stayed with his work just now, it would be better for him."
Helen was silent for a moment. Stephen was made of much finer stuff than Bob, but he had not the latter"s graceful humor and his curtness jarred.
"There"s no reason you should resume your friendship if you don"t like,"
she said. "All the same, I think you ought to be polite to my guests."
"I can"t pretend. The house is yours, but I don"t want the fellow here."
"But why do you dislike him so much?"
"I don"t think you need ask me that. It"s dangerous ground, but you see----"
"I have forgiven him," Helen answered, smiling. "Indeed, if I hadn"t done so long since, it would be easy to forgive him now. At first, I did feel dreadfully humiliated, but I soon saw what he had saved me from.
And, of course, if he had kept his promise, I could not have married you."
Festing looked at her with surprise. In spite of her refinement, Helen would now and then talk calmly about matters he shrank from mentioning.
But after the lead she had given him he could be frank.
"Well," he said, "I haven"t forgiven him yet; I couldn"t pretend friendship with anybody who had slighted you. Besides, when I found out how he had cheated me it was the worst moment of my life. I thought you would never speak to me again because, through the fellow"s treachery, it was I who hurt you."
"You"re very nice, Stephen," Helen replied, coloring. "But that"s all finished. Don"t you like Bob"s wife? I really don"t want to meet her, but one mustn"t be a coward."
"You couldn"t be a coward. Sadie has her virtues and is certainly much too good for Bob, but I don"t want her here for all that. Frankly, she"s not your sort, and she"s meddlesome. I"m not afraid she"ll make you discontented, but I can"t have a girl like that telling you how your house ought to be run. Although you"re a beginner, you manage very well, and I"d object to improvements on somebody else"s plan."
Helen smiled. "When you talk like that, you"re charming; but we"ll say no more about it. You look tired. Are you sure you are not working too hard? The last time Jasper came he seemed surprised when he saw the ground you had broken. I imagined he thought you were trying to do too much."
As she spoke she glanced at the wide belt of plowing that broke the delicate green and silver of the gra.s.s. In the foreground, the rows of clods shone with an oily gleam in the fading light. Farther off, the rows converged and melted into a sweep of purple-brown that narrowed as it crossed a distant rise. There were two other belts; one where white gra.s.ses broke through the harrow-torn sod, and another flat and smooth where the land-packer had rolled in the seed. All told of strenuous effort in which sweating men and horses had been aided by tractor machines.
"Jasper"s conservative and I feel I ought to do as much as I can,"
Festing replied. "When you bought the place you rather put me on my mettle."
Helen gave him a sharp glance. "I note that you spoke of it as my house when you ought to have said ours. I don"t like that, Stephen."
"It is yours. I let you buy it because it"s value must go up and the money"s safe. I"m glad, of course, that you have comforts I couldn"t have given you, but it"s my business to support my wife, and I"ve got to increase my capital. I want to give you things you like, bought with money I have earned."
"You really want to feel independent of me," Helen suggested with a smile. "I suppose it"s an honest ambition, but isn"t the distinction you try to make ridiculous?"
"Perhaps, in a way," Festing agreed. "All the same, your help makes it my duty to do my best. I don"t want to feel I might be forced to fall back on your dollars."
"You are ridiculous, Stephen," Helen rejoined. "However, let"s talk about something else."
The talked good-humoredly until the dew and growing cold drove them in.
Next morning Helen got up while the sun rose from behind a bluff on the edge of the plain, but when she went out on the veranda she saw the gasoline tractor and gang-plow lurch across the rise. This indicated that Festing had been at work for some time, and she looked thoughtful as she went back into the house.
Stephen was doing too much, and she wondered whether he could keep it up. Things, however, might be easier when the crop was sown, and if not she must insist upon his hiring extra help. She liked to see him keen about his work, but for the last few weeks he had scarcely had a minute to talk to her, and she could not allow him to wear himself out. After all, her money gave her some power, and there was no reason she should not use the power for her husband"s benefit.
CHAPTER XIV
SADIE FINDS A FRIEND
The sun shone hot on the rippling gra.s.s, but it was cool on the shady veranda where Helen sat in a basket chair. A newspaper lay close by and the loose leaves fluttered now and then, but she did not notice that it was in some danger of blowing away. She had been occupied since early morning, but was not quite asleep, for she was vaguely conscious of a rhythmic drumming. By and by she raised her head with a jerk and glanced at the watch on her wrist. It was three o"clock and she had been dozing for an hour. Then the drumming fixed her attention and she saw a rig lurch along the uneven trail. The horses were trotting fast and there were two people in the light wagon.
Helen saw that one was Charnock. The other, who held the reins, was, no doubt, his wife, and Helen was sorry that Festing was at work beyond the rise. She would have liked him to be there when she received her visitors, but did not think it prudent to send for him. The rig was near the house now, and as she got up her dress moved the newspaper, which was caught by a draught and blew down the stairs and across the gra.s.s.
It flapped in the fresh wind and fell near the horses" feet.
This was too much for the range-bred animals to stand, and they reared and plunged, and then began to back away from the fluttering white object. Charnock jumped out and ran towards their heads, but Sadie raised her whip with a gesture of command.
"Don"t b.u.t.t in, Bob; I"m going to take them past."
Charnock stood back obediently, though his alert pose hinted that he was ready to run forward if he were needed, and Helen studied his companion.
Sadie, dressed in black and white, with a black feather in her white hat, was braced back on the driving seat, with one hand on the reins while she used the whip. There was a patch of bright color in her face, her eyes flashed, and the rigidity of her figure gave her an air of savage resolution. She looked a handsome virago as she battled with the powerful horses, which plunged and kicked while the wagon rocked among the ruts. Helen watched the struggle with somewhat mixed feelings. This was the girl for whom Bob had given her up!
After an exciting minute or two Sadie forced the horses to pa.s.s the fluttering paper, and then pulled them up.
"Where"s Stephen?" she asked.
Helen said he was harrowing on the other side of the rise, and Sadie, getting down, signed to Charnock.
"Put the team in the stable, and then go and look for Festing. Don"t come back too soon."
Then she came towards the house and Helen felt half-annoyed and half-amused. Stephen did not like to be disturbed when he was busy, and she knew what he thought of Bob. Moreover, she wondered with some curiosity what Mrs. Charnock had to say to her. Sadie sat down and waited until she recovered breath.
"You know who I am," she remarked presently. "Bob can drive all right, but he"s too easy with the team. I don"t see why I should get down before I want because the horses are scared by a paper."
"Perhaps it was better to make them go on, but they nearly upset you,"
Helen agreed with a smile.
Sadie gave her a steady, criticizing glance, but her nave curiosity softened her rudeness.
"Well, I wanted to see you. Looks as if Bob was a fool, in one way, but I guess I can see him through what he"s up against on the prairie better than you."
Helen had been prejudiced against Mrs. Charnock, but her blunt sincerity was disarming. Besides, she had expected something different; a hint of defiance, or suspicious antagonism.
"It"s very possible," she said. "Everything is strange here. I feel rather lost sometimes and have much to learn."
Sadie studied her closely, and after pondering for a few moments resumed: "When I was driving over I didn"t know how I was going to take you; in fact, I"ve been bothering about it for some time. I thought you might be dangerous."