"WHAT!" Belllounds lunged over to Wade, leaned down, shaken by overwhelming amaze.
"Collie is my daughter!"
A loud expulsion of breath escaped Belllounds. Lower he leaned, and looked with piercing gaze into the face and eyes that in this moment bore strange resemblance to Columbine.
"So help me Gawd!... That"s the secret?... h.e.l.l-Bent Wade! An" you"ve been on my trail!"
He staggered to his big chair and fell into it. No trace of doubt showed in his face. The revelation had struck home because of its very greatness.
Wade took the chair opposite. His likeness to Columbine had faded now.
It had been love, a spirit, a radiance, a glory. It was gone. And Wade"s face became the emblem of tragedy.
"Listen, Belllounds. I"ll tell you!... The ways of G.o.d are inscrutable.
I"ve been twenty years tryin" to atone for the wrong I did Collie"s mother. I"ve been a prospector for the trouble of others. I"ve been a bearer of their burdens. An" if I can save Collie"s happiness an" her soul, I reckon I won"t be denied the peace of meetin" her mother in the other world.... I recognized Collie the moment I laid eyes on her. She favors her mother in looks, an" she has her mother"s sensitiveness, her fire an" pride, an" she even has her voice. It"s low an" sweet--alto, they used to call it.... But I"d recognized Collie as my own if I"d been blind an" deaf.... It"s over eighteen years ago that we had the trouble.
I was no boy, but I was terribly in love with Lucy. An" she loved me with a pa.s.sion I never learned till too late. We came West from Missouri. She was born in Texas. I had a rovin" disposition an" didn"t stick long at any kind of work. But I was lookin" for a ranch. My wife had some money an" I had high hopes. We spent our first year of married life travelin" through Kansas. At Dodge I got tied up for a while. You know, in them days Dodge was about the wildest camp on the plains. My wife"s brother run a place there. He wasn"t much good. But she thought he was perfect. Strange how blood-relations can"t see the truth about their own people! Anyway, her brother Spencer had no use for me, because I could tell how slick he was with the cards an" beat him at his own game. Spencer had a gamblin" pard, a cowboy run out of Texas, one Cap Fol--But no matter about his name. One night they were fleecin" a stranger an" I broke into the game, winnin" all they had. The game ended in a fight, with bloodshed, but n.o.body killed. That set Spencer an" his pard Cap against me. The stranger was a planter from Louisiana. He"d been an officer in the rebel army. A high-strung, handsome Southerner, fond of wine an" cards an" women. Well, he got to payin" my wife a good deal of attention when I was away, which happened to be often. She never told me. I was jealous those days.
"My little girl you call Columbine was born there durin" a long absence of mine. When I got home Lucy an" the baby were gone. Also the Southerner!... Spencer an" his pard Cap, an" others they had in the deal, proved to me, so it seemed, that the little girl was not really mine!... An" so I set out on a hunt for my wife an" her lover. I found them. An" I killed him before her eyes. But she was innocent, an" so was he, as came out too late. He"d been, indeed, her friend. She scorned me.
She told me how her brother Spencer an" his friends had established guilt of mine that had driven her from me.
"I went back to Dodge to have a little quiet smoke with these men who had ruined me. They were gone. The trail led to Colorado. Nearly a year later I rounded them all up in a big wagon-train post north of Denver.
Another brother of my wife"s, an" her father, had come West, an" by accident or fate we all met there. We had a family quarrel. My wife would not forgive me--would not speak to me, an" her people backed her up. I made the great mistake to take her father an" other brothers to belong to the same brand as Spencer. In this I wronged them an" her.
"What I did to them, Belllounds, is one story I"ll never tell to any man who might live to repeat it. But it drove my wife near crazy. An" it made me h.e.l.l-Bent Wade!... She ran off from me there, an" I trailed her all over Colorado. An" the end of that trail was not a hundred miles from where we stand now. The last trace I had was of the burnin" of a prairie-schooner by Arapahoes as they were goin" home from a foray on the Utes.... The little girl might have toddled off the trail. But I reckon she was hidden or dropped by her mother, or some one fleein" for life. Your men found her in the columbines."
Belllounds drew a long, deep breath.
"What a man never expects always comes true.... Wade, the la.s.s is yours.
I can see it in the way you look at me. I can feel it.... She"s been like my own. I"ve done my best, accordin" to my conscience. An" I"ve loved her, for all they say I couldn"t see aught but Jack.... You"ll take her away from me?"
"No. Never," was the melancholy reply.
"What! Why not?"
"Because she loves you.... I could never reveal myself to Collie. I couldn"t win her love with a lie. An" I"d have to lie, to be false as h.e.l.l.... False to her mother an" to Collie an" to all I hold high! I"d have to tell Collie the truth--the wrong I did her mother--the _h.e.l.l_ I visited upon her mother"s people.... She"d fear me."
"Ahuh!... An" you"ll never change--I reckon that!" exclaimed Belllounds.
"No. I changed once, eighteen years ago. I can"t go back.... I can"t undo all I hoped was good."
"You think Collie"d fear you?"
"She"d never _love_ me as she does you, or as she loves me even now.
That is my rock of refuge."
"She"d hate you, Wade."
"I reckon. An" so she must never know."
"Ahuh!... Wal, wal, life is a h.e.l.l of a deal! Wade, if you could live yours over again, knowin" what you know now, an" that you"d love an"
suffer the same--would you want to do it?"
"Yes. I love life, with all it brings. I wouldn"t have the joy without the pain. But I reckon only men who"ve come to our years would want it over again."
"Wal, I"m with you thar. I"d take what came. Rain an" sun!... But all this you tell, an" the h.e.l.l you hint at, ain"t changin" this hyar deal of Jack"s an" Collie"s. Not one jot!... If she remains my adopted daughter she marries my son.... Wade, I"m haltered like the north star in that."
"Belllounds, will you take a day to think it over?" appealed Wade.
"Ahuh! But that won"t change me."
"Won"t it change you to know that if you force this marriage you"ll lose all?"
"All! Ain"t that more queer talk?"
"I mean lose all--your son, your adopted daughter--his chance of reformin", her hope of happiness. These ought to be all in life left to you."
"Wal, they are. But I can"t see your argument. You"re beyond me, Wade.
You"re holdin" back, like you did with your h.e.l.l-bent story."
Ponderously, as if the burden and the doom of the world weighed him down, the hunter got up and fronted Belllounds.
"When I"m driven to tell I"ll come.... But, once more, old man, choose between generosity an" selfishness. Between blood tie an" n.o.ble loyalty to your good deed in its beginnin".... Will you give up this marriage for your son--so that Collie can have the man she loves?"
"You mean your young pard an" two-bit of a rustler--Wils Moore?"
"Wils Moore, yes. My friend, an" a man, Belllounds, such as you or I never was."
"No!" thundered the rancher, purple in the face.
With bowed head and dragging step Wade left the room.
By slow degrees of plodding steps, and periods of abstracted lagging, the hunter made his way back to Moore"s cabin. At his entrance the cowboy leaped up with a startled cry.
"Oh, Wade!... Is Collie dead?" he cried.
Such was the extent of calamity he imagined from the somber face of Wade.
"No. Collie"s well."
"Then, man, what on earth"s happened?"
"Nothin" yet.... But somethin" is goin" on in my mind.... Moore, I"d like you to let me alone."
At sunset Wade was pacing the aspen grove on the hill. There was sunlight and shade under the trees, a rosy gold on the sage slopes, a purple-and-violet veil between the black ranges and the sinking sun.
Twilight fell. The stars came out white and clear. Night cloaked the valley with dark shadows and the hills with its obscurity. The blue vault overhead deepened and darkened. The hunter patrolled his beat, and hours were moments to him. He heard the low hum of the insects, the murmur of running water, the rustle of the wind. A coyote cut the keen air with high-keyed, staccato cry. The owls hooted, with dismal and weird plaint, one to the other. Then a wolf mourned. But these sounds only accentuated the loneliness and wildness of the silent night.
Wade listened to them, to the silence. He felt the wildness and loneliness of the place, the breathing of nature; he peered aloft at the velvet blue of the mysterious sky with its deceiving stars. All that had been of help to him through days of trial was now as if it had never been. When he lifted his eyes to the great, dark peak, so bold and clear-cut against the sky, it was not to receive strength again. Nature in its cruelty mocked him. His struggle had to do with the most perfect of nature"s works--man.