"They said last night that he"s going to be married soon to that Ma.s.sachusetts girl. Maybe he wouldn"t want to come if he did see it,"
Marjie murmured, turning her face away.
"Oh, maybe not, maybe not. Niver did want to get back when he was away.
But, say, Marjie Star-face, Fort Wallace away out on the Plains ain"t Rockport; and rich men"s homes and all that gabble they was desecratin"
the Sabbath with at supper last night--" O"mie broke off and took the girl"s trembling hand in his. "Oh! I can look after that rascal"s good name, but I don"t dare to fix things up for you two, no matter what I know." So ran his thoughts.
The rain blew in a bitter gust as he opened the door. "Good-night, Marjie. It"s an ugly night. Any old waterproof cloak to lend me, girlie?" he asked, but Marjie did not smile. She held the light as in the olden time she had shown us the dripping path, and watched the little Irishman trotting away in the darkness.
The Indian summer of 1868 in Kansas was as short as it was glorious. The next day was gorgeous after the rain, and the warm sunshine and light breeze drove all the dampness and chill away. In the middle of the afternoon Judson left the store to O"mie and went up to Mrs. Whately"s for an important business conference. These conferences were growing frequent now, and dear Mrs. Whately"s usually serene face wore a deeply anxious look after each one. Marjie had no place in them. It was not a part of Judson"s plan to have her understand the business.
Fortune favored O"mie"s inquisition scheme. Judson had hardly left the store when Lettie Conlow walked in. Evidently Judson"s company on the Sunday evening before had given her a purpose in coming. In our play as children Lettie was the first to "get mad and call names." In her young womanhood she was vindictive and pa.s.sionate.
"Good-afternoon, Lettie. Nice day after the rain," O"mie said, pleasantly.
She did not respond to his greeting, but stood before him with flashing eyes. She had often been called pretty, and her type is always considered handsome, for her coloring was brilliant, and her form attractive. This year she was the best dressed girl in town, although her father was not especially prosperous. Whether transplanting in a finer soil with higher culture might have changed her I cannot say, for the Conlow breed ran low and the stamp of the common grade was on Lettie. I"ve seen the same on a millionaire"s wife; so it is in the blood, and not in the rank. No other girl in town broke the law as Lettie did, and kept her good name, but we had always known her. The boys befriended her more than the girls did, partly because we knew more of her escapades, and partly because she would sometimes listen to us. A pretty, dashing, wilful, untutored, and ill-principled girl, she was sowing the grain of a certain harvest.
"O"mie," she began angrily, "you"ve been talking about me, and you"ve been spying on me long enough; and I"m going to settle you now. You are a contemptible spy, and you"re the biggest rascal in this town. That"s what you are."
"Not by the steelyards, I ain"t," O"mie replied. Pa.s.sing from behind the counter and courteously offering her a chair. Then jumping upon the counter beside her he sat swinging his heels against it, fingering the yard-stick beside the pile of calicoes. "Not by the steelyards, I ain"t the biggest. Tell Mapleson"s lots longer, and James Conlow, blacksmith, and Cam Gentry, and Cris Mead are all bigger. But if you want to settle me, I"m ready. Who says I"ve been talking about you?"
"Amos Judson, and he knows. He"s told me all about you."
O"mie"s irrepressible smile spread over his face. "All about me? I didn"t give him credit for that much insight."
"I"m not joking, and you must listen to me. I want to know why you tag after me every place I go. No gentleman would do that."
"Maybe not, nor a lady nather," O"mie interposed.
Lettie"s face burned angrily.
"And you"ve been saying things about me. You"ve got to quit it. Only a dirty coward would talk about a girl as you do."
She stamped her foot and her pudgy hands were clenched into hard little knots. It was a cheap kind of fury, a flimsy bit of drama, but tragedies have grown out of even a lesser degree of unbridled temper. O"mie was a monkey to whom the ludicrous side of life forever appealed, and the sight of Lettie as an accusing vengeance was too much for him. The twinkle in his eye only angered her the more.
"Oh, you needn"t laugh, you and Marjie Whately. How I hate her! but I"ve fixed her. You two have always been against me, I know. I"ve heard what you say. She"s a liar, and a mean flirt, always trying to take everybody away from me; and as good as a pauper if Judson didn"t just keep her and her mother."
"Marjie"d never try to get Judson away from Lettie," O"mie thought, but all sense of humor had left his face now. "Lettie Conlow," he said, leaning toward her and speaking calmly, "you may call me what you please--Lord, it couldn"t hurt me--but you, nor n.o.body else, man or woman, praist or pirate, is comin" into this store while I"m alone in controllin" it, and call Marjie Whately nor any other dacent woman by any evil names. If you"ve come here to settle me, settle away, and when you get through my turn"s comin" to settle; but if you say another word against Marjie or any other woman, by the holy Joe Spooner, and all the other saints, you"ll walk right out that door, or I"ll throw you out as I"d do anybody else in the same case, no matter if they was masculine, feminine, or neuter gender. Now you understand me. If you have anything more to say, say it quick."
Lettie was furious now, but the Conlow blood is not courageous, and she only ground her teeth and muttered: "Always the same. n.o.body dares to say a word against her. What makes some folks so precious, I wonder?
There"s Phil Baronet, now,--the biggest swindle in this town. Oh, I could tell you a lot about him. I"ll do it some day, too. It"ll take more money to keep me still than Baronet"s bank notes."
"Lettie," said O"mie in an even voice, "I"m waitin" here to be settled."
"Then let me alone. I"m not goin" to be forever tracked "round like a thief. I"ll fix you so you"ll keep still. Who are you, anyhow? A n.o.body, poor as sin, living off of this town all these years; never knowing who your father nor mother is, nor n.o.body to care for you; the very trash of the earth, somebody"s doorstep foundling, to set yourself up over me!
You"d ought to "a been run out of town long ago."
"I was, back in "63, an" half the town came after me, had to drag me back with ropes, they was so zealous to get me. I wasn"t worth it, all the love and kindness the town"s give me. Now, Lettie, what else?"
"Nothing except this. After what Dr. Hemingway said last night Springvale"s gone crazy about Phil again. Just crazy, and he"s sure to come back here. If he does"--she broke off a moment--"well, you know what you"ve been up to for four months, trackin" me, and tellin" things you don"t know. Are you goin" to quit it? That"s all."
"The evidence bein" in an" the plaintiff restin"," O"mie said gravely, "it"s time for the defence in the case to begin.
"You saved me a trip, my lady, for I was comin" over this very evenin"
to settle with you. But never mind, we can do it now. Judson"s havin"
one of his M. E. quarterly conferences up at the Whately house and we are free to talk this out. You say I"m a contemptible spy. Lettie, we"re a pair of "em, so we"ll lave off the adjective or adverb, which ever it is, that does that for names of "persons, places, and things that can be known or mentioned." Some of "em that can be known, can"t aven be mentioned, though. Where were you, Lettie, whin I was spyin" and what were you doin" at the time yoursilf?"
"I guess I had a right to be there. It"s a free country, and it was my own business, not somebody else"s," the girl retorted angrily, as the situation dawned on her.
"Exactly," O"mie went on. "It"s a free country and we both have a right to tend to our own business. n.o.body has a right to tend to a business of sin and evil-doin" toward his neighbor, though, my girl. If I"ve tagged you and spied, and played the dirty coward, and ain"t no gintleman, it was to save a good name, and to keep from exposure a name--maybe it"s a girl"s, none too good, I"m afraid--but it would niver come to the gossips through me. You know that."
Lettie did know it. O"mie and she had made mud pies together in the days when they still talked in baby words. It was because he was true and kind, because he was a friend to every man, woman, and child there, that Springvale loves his memory to-day.
"Second, I wish to Heaven I could make things right, but I can"t. I wish you could, but some of "em you won"t and, Lettie, some of "em you can"t now.
"Third, you"ve heard what I said about you. Why, child, I"ve said the worst to you. No words comin" straight nor crooked to you, have I said of you I"d not say to yoursilf, face to face.
"And again now, girlie, you"ve talked plain here; came pretty near callin" me names, in fact. I can stand it, and I guess I deserve some of "em. I am something of a rascal, and a consummate liar, I admit; but when you talk about a lot of scandal up your sleeve, more "n bank notes can pay by blackmail, and your chance of fixin" Phil Baronet"s character, Lettie, you just can"t do it. You are too mad to be anything but foolish to-day, but I"m glad you did come to me; it may save more "n Phil"s name. Your own is in the worst jeopardy right now. You said, in conclusion, that I was trackin" you, and you ask, am I goin" to quit it?
The defendant admits the charge, pleads guilty on that count, and throws himself on the mercy av the coort. But as to the question, am I goin" to quit it, I answer yes. Whin? Whin there"s no more need fur it, and not one minute sooner. I may be the very trash av the earth, with no father nor mother nor annybody to care for me" (I can see, even now, the pathetic look that came sometimes into his laughing gray eyes. It must have been in them at that moment); "but I have sometimes been "round when things I could do needed doin", and I"m goin" to be prisent now, and in the future, to put my hand up against wrong-doin" if I can."
O"mie paused, while that little dry cough that brought a red spot to each cheek had its way.
"Now, Lettie, you"ve had your say with me, and your mind"s relieved.
It"s my time to say a few things, and you must listen."
Lettie sat looking at the floor.
"I don"t know why I have to listen," she spoke defiantly.
"Nor do I know why I had to listen to what you said. You don"t need to, but I would if I was you. It may be all the better for you in a year if you do. You spake av bein" tagged wherever you go. Who begun it? I"ll tell you. Back in the summer one day, two people drove out to the stone cabin, the haunted one, by the river in the draw below the big cottonwood. Somebody made his home there, somebody who didn"t dare to show his face in Springvale by day, "cause his hand"s been lifted to murder his fellow man. But he hangs "round here, skulkin" in by night to see the men he does business with, and meetin" foolish girls who ought never to trust him a minute. This man"s waiting his chance to commit murder again, or worse. I know, fur I"ve laid fur him too many times.
There"s no cruel-hearted savage on the Plains more dangerous to the settlers on the frontier; not one av "em "ud burn a house, and kill men and children, and torture and carry off women, quicker than this miserable dog that a girl who should value her good name has been counsellin" with time and again, this summer, partly on account of jealousy, and partly because of a silly notion of bein" romantic. Back in June she made a trip to the cabin double quick to warn the varmint roostin" there. In her haste she dropped a bow of purple ribbon which with some other finery a certain little store-keeper gives her to do his spyin" fur him. It"s a blamed lovely cabal in this town. I know "em all by name.
"Spakin" of bein" paupers and bein" kept by Judson, Lettie--who is payin" the wages of sin, in money and fine clothes, right now? It"s on the books, and I kape the books. But, my dear girl,"--O"mie looked straight into her black eyes--"they"s books bein" kept of the purpose, price av the goods, and money. And you and him may answer for that. I can swear in coort only to what Judson spends on you; you know what for."
Lettie cowered down before her inquisitor, and her anger was mingled with fear and shame.
"This purple bow was found, identified. Aven Uncle Cam, short-sighted as he is, remembered who wore it that day; aven see her gallopin" into town and noticed she"d lost it. This same girl hung around the cliff till she found a secret place where two people put their letters. She comes in here and tells me I"ve no business taggin" her. What business had she robbin" folks of letters, stealin" "em out, and givin" "em into wicked hands? Lettie, you know whose letter you took when you could reach far enough to git it out, and you know where you put it.
"You said you could ruin Phil. It"s aisy for a woman to do that, I admit. No matter how hard the church may be on "em, and how much other women may cut "em dead for doin" wrong things, a woman can go into a coort-room and swear a man"s character away, an" the jury"ll give her judgment every time. The law"s a lot aisier with the women than the crowd you a.s.sociate with is." O"mie"s speech was broken off by his cough.
"Now to review this case a bit. The night av the Anderson"s party you tried to get the letter Marjie"d put up for Phil. You didn"t do it."
"I never tried," Lettie declared.
"How come the rid flowers stuck with the little burrs on your dress?
They don"t grow anywhere round here only on that cliff side. I pulled off one bunch, and I saw Phil pull off another when your skirts caught on a nail in the door. But I saw more "n that. I stood beside you when you tried to get the letter, and I heard you tell Judson you had failed.
I can"t help my ears; the Almighty made "em to hear with, and as you"ve said, I am a contemptible spy.
"You have given hints, mean ugly little hints, of what you could tell about Phil on that night. He took you home, as he was asked to do. But what took you to the top of the cliff at midnight? It was to meet Jean Pahusca, the dog the gallows is yappin" for now. You waited while he tried to kill Phil. He"d done it, too, if Phil hadn"t been too strong to be killed by such as him. And then you and Jean were on your way out to his cabin whin the boys found you. You know Bill and Bud was goin" to Red Range, that night in the carriage when they overtook you. It was moonlight, you remember; and ridin" on the back seat was Cris Mead, silent as he always is, but he heard every word that was said. Bud come all the way back with you to keep your good name a little while longer; took chances on his own to save a girl"s. It"s Phil Baronet put that kind of loyalty into the boys av this town. No wonder they love him.
Bud"s affidavit"s on file ready, when needed; and Bill is here to testify; and Cris Mead"s name"s good on paper, or in coort, or prayer meetin". Lettie, you have sold yourself to two of the worst men ever set foot in this town."