I was just on the point of telling him all I knew.
"If only she was safe from the sharks!" says he. "If I found any young man that I thought was after her money, not after her--why, I don"t know what I"d do to him!"
"I know what you"d do, Colonel," says I; and I was glad I hadn"t told him.
"Well, maybe. The trouble is to find any young man that"s halfway as good as her, with some sort of folks back of him and some sort of way of making a living. You see, Curly, you can"t tell much about things ten or twenty years ahead. A pore man may get money or a rich man may lose money. Now her ma married me when I didn"t have no chance on earth ever to be anybody or to have any money; but we got on and was right happy--anyways I was--and I wasn"t rich then.
"I"m awful rich now, Curly," says he, "though I don"t know as I"m any happier. It bores me. For instance, I was looking around today for a chance to invest a little more money; not much, only about half of this here last deferred payment that come in--all Old Man Wisner"s money--and I seen in the papers that we haven"t got no potash works in America to amount to much, and that potash is sh.o.r.e worth plenty of money--whatever potash is. So I went out to look over things and I concluded to invest a few hundred thousand dollars in making potash. I"ve got a good man, with specs, that knows how to make it out of seaweed, or something that grows raw and is plenty, I reckon. I suppose pretty soon we"ll be making forty to fifty per cent; maybe more. That"s what bothers me--I can"t find no hard game to play. I can"t hardly take no interest in life.
"I was looking around some more and I seen where this country ain"t got no dye works--the kind of dyes they make outen coal tar, which is made outen coal. Yet we"ve got plenty of coal and I own several coal mines out in Wyoming. I got another man, with specs, and I shouldn"t wonder if we"d be making plenty of dyes before long, same as they used to import.
"Well," says he, filling up his pipe again, "I"d be happy enough fooling around this way, pushing in a few white checks once in a while--a few hundred thousand dollars. Anyways, I"d like it if I could lose once in a while--but then there"s the kid."
"It comes around to her after all, Colonel, don"t it?" says I.
"That"s right," he says. "I play the game; she uses the winnings. She"s going to be one of the richest girls in this whole town."
Seems like I couldn"t get to tell him what I ought to. Every time he came around to the same place, talking about the kid. He didn"t know as much as I did. I knew what"d make Old Man Wisner the happiest man alive--he"d feel that way if he knowed his hired man had got thick with our girl! He"d of encouraged that any way he could if he"d knowed anything about it. That would of pleased him. I had in my mind, too, how Bonnie Bell had looked at that hired man. So I set there, not having said a word yet and not daring to. It just seemed like I couldn"t tell the old man.
It was getting towards night now before long and I hadn"t made no break at all. I set and set, and didn"t have no nerve. By and by it was too late to say anything that night.
We heard Bonnie Bell coming down the staircase, and we went to the door to meet her, like we did usual, because we liked to do that; she was so pretty when she was ready for dinner. The servants didn"t look up to her pa and me very much, but they"d jump through hoops all the time for her.
She was dressed all up now in a pale blue dress, some sort of soft silk, and she had on all her diamonds, for she was shining all over. Her hair was high up and it had a little band on it, and a little pile of it stuck up behind on her head. Her neck was cut low, like they wore "em at the hotel where we lived once, and her dress didn"t have no sleeves in it. She had rings on her fingers, though not no bells on her toes--only little blue slippers; and her socks was pale blue, like we could see when she come down the stairs.
I don"t expect there was any handsomer woman in the world than she was then--they don"t make "em any handsomer. We stood looking at her, us two cowmen, both in clothes that was always getting mussed up, and with tobacco in the pockets. We couldn"t say a word. We got scared of her, I said; you would, often, when you looked at Bonnie Bell, she was so pretty. Yet she didn"t know she had such looks.
"Daughter," says Old Man Wright, and he went up to her slow, like he was afraid of her, "you"re very beautiful tonight," says he. "What makes you pale? You"re a mighty fine girl. Dast you kiss your old pa before he goes in and gets into togs fit to eat with you?"
She looks at me and then at him, and she knows I haven"t said nothing about that talk with the hired man. She was pale and didn"t smile. She went up to her pa like she was tired--she didn"t have much color that night in her face--and she just puts up her arms around her pa"s neck and laid her head down on his shoulder, and didn"t say a word. She didn"t cry; she just let her head lay there.
I seen his arm go around on her bare shoulders easylike--he didn"t hardly touch her for fear she"d break; and he didn"t say a word. He was that sort of man that almost any sort of woman would like to put her arms around his neck and lay her head on him if she was in trouble.
"What is it, Honey?" says he at last.
"Why, nothing, dad," says she. "I love you--that"s all. You believe it, don"t you?"
"Will you always, sis?" says he, sort of funny.
"Always," says she, quiet. "Now," says she, "run off and get dressed up.
Have you forgotten that the Kimberlys are coming for dinner tonight with us? Curly, you must go get on some dark clothes, you know."
You see, I was one of the family. I maybe gave them plenty of trouble, but they never"d let me eat anywheres but with them all the time. By this time I"d learned quite a few things from Bonnie Bell--about how not to put a napkin up too high, or to break my bread up into little pieces and pile them up, or to pour out my coffee, or to use the same spoon for coffee and other vittles, or to sidle up my plate for the last drop of soup there was in it--oh, several tricks like that; though I knew the game was a heap complicated and I hadn"t learned it all yet.
She looks at me when I went out the door and I shook my head to show I hadn"t said nothing. She set down, all in her silk and her shining rings and things, right on our old hide lounge; and she was looking at our painting of the Yellow Bull Valley and the old ranch house. I left her there, all in her diamonds, her hair tied up high--about the richest girl in Chicago and, like enough, the miserablest right then. But she didn"t have nothing on me at that.
When we come back, all fixed up the best we could, she was still setting there. She was pretty--Lord, how pretty!--but sad.
She gets up now and begins to laugh and talk right fast to the old man, and by and by, before anything broke, Old Man Kimberly and Old Lady Kimberly drifted in.
"The young folks"ll be over before long," says he; "we didn"t wait for "em, because I just wanted a taste of the old bourbon that I find here and can"t find anywheres else. Where did you get it, Colonel?" says he.
Most everybody called him Colonel now, from me doing it first, and then Katherine.
"We had a few barrels out on the old ranch," says the boss. "A little of it escaped in the ma.s.sacree. I"m glad you like it."
It come now about time for dinner, which was always pulled off on the tick of the clock. On the ranch in camp the cook always calls "Grub pile!" for the hands. In the home ranch he"s more particular, and he says, "Come and git it!" when dinner"s ready. But here, in our new house, our butler, William, always"d gumshoe in and say it so low you couldn"t hardly hear him: "Dinner is served, Miss Wright." But, as them kids was a little late in coming, Old Man Kimberly finds time to take another nip.
"Why, Wilfred!" says his wife to him, "I"m surprised!"
"It"s funny how you"re surprised," says he, chuckling in his shirt front; "but I"m glad to have you keep up my reputation by saying you"re surprised."
Somehow it was with them like it is with plenty of folks in the States--the women always seem finer, more delercate than the men; yet they seem to like men that ain"t fussy. Old Man Kimberly was a good sort; but to look at her you"d wonder why she married him. She always set up straight, away from a chair or a sofa back, and she had a face that was clean-cut, like one of them cameo faces on cuff b.u.t.tons.
Katherine was some like her pa, and a good sort too.
"How sweet you look tonight!" says Old Lady Kimberly to Bonnie Bell after a time.
She always seemed to want to reach out and touch Bonnie Bell, or kiss her once in a while--they natural liked each other--Bonnie Bell especial, from never having no ma of her own, very much.
But after a time our William come to the door and stood there like he was a pointer dog and had found some birds; and says he, with a stop between, like he always did:
"Miss Kimberly--ahum! Mr. Thomas Kimberly--ahum!"
XVIII
HOW TOM STACKED UP
I reckon if Katherine"s brother, Tom Kimberly, had of knowed how much we was waiting for a look at him he might of been some fussed up about it; but when our William brought him and Katherine in he didn"t seem rattled.
He was a right tallish young fellow, maybe twenty-four years or thereabouts, slim, and with a wide mouth. He had a good deal of brown hair, which he combed back from his forehead, without no part in it. He was dressed up like city folks do for dinner, and his necktie wasn"t tied careless, but right careful. He looked a good deal like a picture in a tailor shop. His hands didn"t even seem to bother him like mine do me sometimes--I often wisht a man could have forty pockets to put all his hands into.
When he seen Bonnie Bell he lit up. Katherine hurried him over and put her hand on Bonnie Bell"s arm.
"Honey," says she to Bonnie Bell, "I"ve brought over my brother Tom; and I want you to like him and I want him to like you."
"That"s going to be the easiest thing you know," says he smiling.
He had right good teeth. Bonnie Bell she give him her hand, her arm straight out in front of her, and I didn"t think she shook hands very hard; but he did. He kept on looking at her like he was fascernated. It was plain to see that the kid had him on the ropes in the first round.
We went on to the big dining-room right soon. This was the first time the Kimberlys had ever et at our house, except cookies and tea and things in the parlor or in the ranch room. When Mrs. Kimberly come into our big dining-room she taken one look up and down. Maybe she"d been thinking it was like the ranch room all the way through. That showed how little she knew about Bonnie Bell.
They was arranged in pairs as long as the women lasted--this Tom and Bonnie Bell, of course, together; and Mrs. Kimberly and Old Man Wright; and then Katherine and me and Old Man Kimberly. William helped Old Lady Kimberly and Bonnie Bell set down, like they had rheumatism, and I done what I could for Katherine, her and me being pretty good pals. Old Man Kimberly found his c.o.c.ktail without no help. Right soon he set down to have a pleasant time, him.
We had a good dining-room--large, with white tr.i.m.m.i.n.gs--and some carpets that cost as much as two thousand dollars each, and chairs that matched the table, and plenty of pictures.