I been around now a lot among our best people and I notice that unless you"ve got some pictures of sheep in your house you"re no good. Any artist just natural has to paint sheep; yet that"s the meanest anermal there is, and I don"t see why a cowman especial should have sheep in his house. But we done so because it was correct--though I"ve never et sheep meat. Also, a couple of gondolas, by some Italian, near the sheep.
Besides them, if you"ve got a good house you"ve got to have one picture about twilight on a lake, with a broken tree on it and some weeds, and a crane standing there like it didn"t have no friends. We had one of them crane pictures too.
When Old Lady Kimberly seen we had sheep and gondolas and weeds and cranes in our house, same as anybody else, she seemed to feel more comfortable. I told Katherine some of those things I"d found out about art and she come near choking in her soup, and said I was awful funny, though I was serious.
"Everything you"ve got," says she, "is perfectly lovely."
"She done it," says I, which was true. The old man and me, if we was left alone, would never of had even a picture of sheep in the whole house.
Like enough you"ve been at dinners in cities where they don"t have everything on the table in big dishes, like at a ranch, but a little at a time; so you"ve got to guess frequent whether you"re going to get enough to eat out of things that"s coming on later. We was pretty well trained, Old Man Wright and me, since we come to our new house, for Bonnie Bell and William and all the rest run a regular city system on us.
Bonnie Bell was easy as Mrs. Kimberly would of been at her house. She didn"t have to say a word to William; he sh.o.r.e was some butler--I reckon he b.u.t.tled as good as anyone in the Row. I reckon he was born a orphan, he looked so sad.
We had some soup made out of turtle, which is better"n you"d think, to look at a turtle. Afterward was fish I couldn"t name. Then there was ducks and potatoes, cooked together so you couldn"t tell "em apart, and considerable other birds with things put on; and alfalfa, with kerosene on it, maybe. After a while comes soft cheese, with strawberries, and yet softer cheese, with little onions cut in it, if you liked that better--I can"t remember all them things now or how they come, but we was a couple of hours there and got considerable to eat before we quit.
Also, Old Man Kimberly got plenty to drink. He says to the boss:
"You"ll excuse me, Colonel," says he, "but I can"t help saying a word in favor of your choice in wines."
And then--"Wilfred!" says his wife, as though it wasn"t polite to say you liked things.
Since Katherine was talking to me all the time, and since Tom couldn"t see nothing but Bonnie Bell, I reckon the whole party was pretty well suited.
After dinner, while we was setting in the ranch room--which they all liked so well--and could have sherry or coffee, or both, or maybe Scotch, Mrs. Kimberly kept on saying to the old man:
"Wilfred, I"m surprised!"
"So"m I, my dear," says he--"surprised that we"ve never been here all the time before. You may mark us down as steadies now," says he.
We had in the middle of the house, offen the ranch room, a long room, with a piano in it, and a smooth floor, and rugs that could be easy pushed away. Nothing"d do for them folks but they must go to dancing now. Sometimes Katherine played the piano and sometimes Bonnie Bell; she sh.o.r.e could slug a piano plenty when she wanted. She didn"t get to play much, because Tom he wanted to dance with her all the time--turkeys"
trots, I think they called it, or fox hops, or something of the kind.
Seems like she could do that, too, for she had lessons downtown. When Katherine got Old Man Wright to dance with her there wasn"t no one left to play; so we set a music box going, and Katherine made me play on a Jew"s-harp too.
Tom Kimberly certainly was up in all the late steps of dancing; that was one thing he could do. While him and Bonnie Bell was dancing I could see all the old folks looking at them quietlike. It was plain that he was mighty hard hit with Bonnie Bell. Old Man Wright he"d look at him once in a while--right close too. As for Bonnie Bell, she was pleasant, like she always was; but it didn"t seem to me she laughed as much as usual.
We was all of us showing off our goods.
When they come to go away, Katherine she hugged Bonnie Bell tighter than ever, and Old Man Kimberly held her hand for quite a while.
"You"ll take pity on a old man, won"t you," says he, "and come to see us often? You really must."
"Yes, my dear," says Mrs. Kimberly; "come and liven us up sometimes.
It"s been very delightful to see you young people enjoy yourselves so much--and you old people too," says she, and laughed at her husband, who maybe was some illuminated.
It was plain enough to me when they went away that our place had turned out better"n they thought it would. Bonnie Bell, too, if she"d been on inspection for them, same as Tom Kimberly was with us, certainly"d more than made good. Likewise, I suppose our sheep and gondola pictures must of made good too. We couldn"t exactly of been cla.s.sed as heathen--not unless me and Old Man Wright was.
We didn"t say nothing to Bonnie Bell about these things, and pretty soon she kissed her pa good night and went upstairs to her room. The old man and me set for a while thinking things over.
"What do you think of him, Curly?" says he to me after a while.
"Well," says I, "it ain"t just as though the cat had brought him in.
He"s good-looking," says I, "and he can dance; and he"s a pleasant fellow enough. I only sort of got it in for people that drink c.o.c.ktails instead of straight liquor and push their hair back thataway."
"Well now," he went on, "you"ve got to allow for differences in different places. Riding and roping ain"t so important in Chicago as dining and dancing--not among our best people," says he. "You"ve got to take account of that. A girl might do a lot worse."
"There ain"t n.o.body good enough for Bonnie Bell," says I, "when it comes to that; but I was just sort of thinking I like a man to know something about riding and shooting, and that sort of thing, as well as dancing."
"Curly," says he, "you said your pa was a hard-sh.e.l.l?"
"Yes," says I.
"A hard-sh.e.l.l Presbyterian?" says he. "Anyhow, your folks must of been right exacting. Now don"t be too hard on young folks."
"Listen to me, Colonel," says I. "Suppose you had two of "em right here--one that didn"t have no family nor no money, but took to ranch work sort of natural; and one that could dance and dine like you say.
One of these men parts his hair on one side and one combs it back, without no part. Which one of "em would you like most?"
"I"d have to see both men and size "em up," says he. "But what makes you ask? The other kind of young man you"re talking about ain"t showed up yet. Besides, one thing that favors Tom is he don"t have to marry for money. Bless you; he ain"t thinking of her money--not one dollar; just thinking of her, right the way she is. He"s gone--that"s what he is."
"That"s so," says I; "that"s certainly so. But how about her?"
"They all take their chances," says Old Man Wright, solemn, after a while. "Anyway you can fix it a woman takes a chance. She"s in a gamble all her whole born life. She"s a gamble herself and she has to play in a gamble from the time she begins to toddle till the time they fold her hands. She can"t tell if her husband"s going to stick; she can"t tell if her husband"s going to make good; she can"t tell how her kids is going to turn out--that"s all a gamble too.
"Do your best, Curly, and try your d.a.m.nedest, there ain"t no way you can protect no woman against them gambles. If I wait for exactly the right man to come along, that don"t comb his hair back, how do I know he"ll ever come? If he does come maybe he"ll have a eye on her bank roll, or maybe he"ll measure forty inches around his pants. Either one--ary one--it"s all a gamble for a girl.
"No," he went on; "about the only thing she can do, after all, is to use her own head and her own heart. It ain"t in the nature of things that you can look ahead and see how the game"s coming out for any girl--she has to take her chances. We"ve got to stand by and see her do it. I wisht it wasn"t so. I loved her ma so much, and she looks so much like her ma--why, I wisht--why, I wisht---- d.a.m.n it, don"t I wisht it wasn"t such a dash-blamed, all-fired, h.e.l.l-for-certain gamble for the kid!"
It wasn"t no time for me to say anything about any hired man now! By and by the old man quit looking into the fire and got up and went off to bed.
XIX
THEM AND BONNIE BELL
It was a right fine place for me--probably not. Here I was, foreman under full pay, and bound to play on the level with the boss, to say nothing of the long time I"d worked for him. Of course I ought to tell him all about that Wisners" hired man; but how could I?
It come to a question whether I liked the boss best or Bonnie Bell, which is no fair place to put a man. Any man is apt to want to favor the woman in a case like that. Come to get down to cases, I found I liked Bonnie Bell a lot more than I ever"d realized I did. I was part her dad, you know, and I couldn"t stand to see her unhappy.
The trouble with a cowpuncher, like I said, is that he hasn"t got no real brains. I never used to notice that before, because it don"t need no brains to be a puncher, as long as you stick to the ranch. But here I needed "em right keen now.
Every day I walked the line fence; but there wasn"t no work about that, for the bricks was mostly stuck back in the hole, and the hired man that had made all the trouble he kept on his own side--I didn"t never see him no more at all.
Bonnie Bell didn"t say a word to me, nor me to her. I thought she ought to come to me and talk things over; but she didn"t. I knowed she hadn"t said a word to her pa, and I knowed I hadn"t neither.
Tom he called three times the first week. I didn"t care much for him someways, though I knowed I ought. Bonnie Bell knowed she ought too. Her pa knowed he ought too. If ever a fellow played in a game like that, with all the ways greased for him, Tom was him.
Old Man Wright he turns to me one evening when we was setting by the fire in our room, and he says to me: