"Will you let me tell you--everything?"
"Shoot ahead."
"Some parts will be hard to believe."
"Lady, they won"t be nothing as hard to believe as what I"ve seen you do with my own eyes."
Then she began to tell her story, and she found a vast comfort in seeing the ugly, stern face of Sinclair lighted by the burning end of his cigarette. He never looked at her, but always fixed his stare on the sea of blackness which was the lower valley.
"All the trouble began with a theory. My father felt that the thing for a girl was to be educated in the East and marry in the West. He was full of maxims, you see. "They turn out knowledge in cities; they turn out men in mountains," was one of his maxims. He thought and argued and lived along those lines. So as soon as I was half grown--oh, I was a wild tomboy!"
"Eh?" cut in Sinclair.
"I could really do the things then that you"d like to have a woman do,"
she said. "I could ride anything, swim like a fish in snow water, climb, run, and do anything a boy could do. I suppose that"s the sort of a woman you admire?"
"Me!" exclaimed Riley with violence. "It ain"t so, Jig. I been revising my ideas on women lately. Besides, I never give "em much thought before."
He said all this without glancing at her, so that she was able to indulge in a smile before she went on.
"Just at that point, when I was about to become a true daughter of the West, Dad snapped me off to school in the East, and then for years and years there was no West at all for me except a little trip here and there in vacation time. The rest of it was just study and play, all in the East. I still liked the West--in theory, you know."
"H"m," muttered Riley.
"And then, I think it was a year ago, I had a letter from Dad with important news in it. He had just come back from a hunting trip with a young fellow who he thought represented everything fine in the West. He was big, good-looking, steady, had a large estate. Dad set his mind on having me marry him, and he told me so in the letter. Of course I was upset at the idea of marrying a man I did not know, but Dad always had a very controlling way with him. I had lost any habit of thinking for myself in important matters.
"Besides, there was a consolation. Dad sent the picture of his man along with his letter. The picture was in profile, and it showed me a fine-looking fellow, with a glorious carriage, a high head, and oceans of strength and manliness.
"I really fell in love with that picture. To begin with, I thought that it was destiny for me, and that I had to love that man whether I wished to or not. I admitted that picture into my inmost life, dreamed about it, kept it near me in my room.
"And just about that time came news that my father was seriously ill, and then that he had died, and that his last wish was for me to come West at once and marry my chosen husband.
"Of course I came at once. I was too sick and sad for Dad to think much about my own future, and when I stepped off the train I met the first shock. My husband to be was waiting for me. He was enough like the picture for me to recognize him, and that was all. He was tall and strong enough and manly enough. But in full face I thought he was narrow between the eyes. And--"
"It was Cartwright!"
"Yes, yes. How did you guess that?"
"I dunno," said Sinclair softly, "but when that gent rode off today, something told me that I was going to tangle with him later on. Go on!"
"He was very kind to me. After the first moment of disappointment--you see, I had been dreaming about him for a good many weeks--I grew to like him and accept him again. He did all that he could to make the trip home agreeable. He didn"t press himself on me. He did nothing to make me feel that he understood Dad"s wishes about our marriage and expected me to live up to them.
"After the funeral it was the same way. He came to see me only now and then. He was courteous and attentive, and he seemed to be fond of me."
"A fox," snarled Sinclair, growing more and more excited, as this narrative continued. "That"s the way with one of them kind. They play a game. Never out in the open. Waiting till they win, and then acting the devil. Go on!"
"Perhaps you"re right. His visits became more and more frequent.
Finally he asked me to marry him. That brought the truth of my position home to me, and I found all at once that, though I had rather liked him as a friend, I had to quake at the idea of him as a husband."
Sinclair snapped his cigarette into the coals of the fire and set his jaw. She liked him in his anger.
"But what could I do? All of the last part of Dad"s life had been pointed toward this one thing. I felt that he would come out of his grave and haunt me. I asked for one more day to think it over. He told me to take a month or a year, as I pleased, and that made me ashamed. I told him on the spot that I would marry him, but that I didn"t love him."
"I"ll tell you what he answered--curse him!" exclaimed Sinclair.
"What?"
"Through the years that was comin", he"d teach you to love him."
"That was exactly what he said in those very words! How did you guess that?"
"I"ll tell you I got a sort of a second sight for the ways of a snake, or an ornery hoss, or a sneak of a man. Go on!"
"I think you have. At any rate, after I had told him I"d marry him, he pressed me to set the date as early as possible, and I agreed. There was only a ten-day interval.
"Those ten days were filled. I kept myself busy so that I wouldn"t have a chance to think about the future, though of course I didn"t really know how I dreaded it. I talked to the only girl who was near enough to me to be called a friend.
""Find a man you can respect. That"s the main thing," she always said.
"You"ll learn to love him later on."
"It was a great comfort to me. I kept thinking back to that advice all the time."
"They"s nothing worse than a talky woman," declared Sinclair hotly. "Go on!"
"Then, all at once, the day came. I"ll never forget how I wakened that morning and looked out at the sun. I had a queer feeling that even the sunshine would never seem the same after that day. It was like going to a death."
"So you went to this gent and told him just how you felt, and he let your promise slide?"
"No."
Sinclair groaned.
"I couldn"t go to him. I didn"t dare. I don"t imagine that I ever thought of such a thing. Then there were crowds of people around all day, giving me good wishes. And all the time I felt like death.
"Somehow I got to the church. Everything was hazy to me, and my heart was thundering all the time. In the church there was a blur of faces.
All at once the blur cleared. I saw Jude Cartwright, and I knew I couldn"t marry him!"
"Brave girl!" cried Sinclair, his relief coming out in almost a shout.
"You stopped there at the last minute?"
"Ah, if I had! No, I didn"t stop. I went on to the altar and met him there, and--"
"You weren"t married to him?"
"I was!"
"Go on," Sinclair said huskily.