Watching her, the miner"s seamed face worked. After a moment he said: "The other night I paid seven dollars for a seat at the Metropolitan just to hear one of those first-cla.s.s singers try that song. The scenery was all right. There were the boys and two or three women sitting around a camp-fire. And the fiddles got the tune fine, but my, my! I couldn"t understand a word. Seemed like that fellow was talking darn Dago."
At this she lifted her eyes. The shadow of a smile touched her mouth, though her lashes were wet. "And he was, Mr. Banks," she said brightly.
"He was. I know, because I was there."
Banks picked up his hat and rose to his feet. "We were all mighty proud of Dave," he said. "There wasn"t one of us wouldn"t have done his level best to reach him that last stampede; but I"m glad the chance came to Hollis Tisdale. There wasn"t another man in Alaska could have done what he did.
Yes, I"m mighty glad it was Tisdale who--found him." He paused, holding his hat over the crippled hand, then added: "I suppose you never knew what it means to be cold."
She rose. The smile had left her lips, and she stood looking into his withered face with wide eyes. "I mean so cold you don"t care what happens.
So cold you can lie down in your tracks, in a sixty-mile-an-hour blizzard and go to sleep."
"No." She shivered, and her voice was almost a whisper. "I am afraid not."
"Then you can"t begin to imagine what Tisdale did. You can"t see him fighting his way through mountains, mushing ahead on the winter trail, breaking road for his worn-out huskies, alone day after day, with just poor Dave strapped to the sled."
She put her hands to her ears. "Please, please don"t say any more," she begged. "I know--all--about it."
"Even about the wolves?"
She dropped her hands, bracing herself a little on the table, and turned her face, looking, with that manner of one helplessly trapped, around the room.
"Even about the wolves?" he persisted.
"No. No," she admitted at last.
He nodded. "I thought likely not. Hollis never told that. It goes against his grain to be made much of. He and Dave was cut out of the same block.
But last night in the lobby to the hotel, I happened on a fellow that met him in the pa.s.s above Seward. There were four of "em mushing through to some mines beyond the Susitna. It was snowing like blazes when they heard those wolves, and pretty soon Tisdale"s dogs came streaking by through the smother. Then a gun fired. It kept up, with just time enough between shots to load, until they came up to him. He had stopped where a kind of small cave was scooped in the mountainside and put the sled in and turned the huskies loose. He had had the time, too, to make a fire in front of the hole, but when the boys got there, his wood was about burned out, and the wolves had got Dave"s old husky, Jack. He had done his best to help hold off the pack. There"s no telling how many Hollis killed; you see the rest fell on "em soon"s they dropped. It was h.e.l.l. Nothing but hair and blood and bones churned into the snow far as you could see. Excuse me, ma"am; I guess it sounds a little rough. I"m more used to talking to men, my, yes.
But the fellow who told me said Hollis knew well enough what was coming at the start, when he heard the first cry of the pack. He had a chance to make a roadhouse below the pa.s.s. Not one man in a thousand would have stayed by that sled."
His withered face worked again. He moved to the door. "But Dave would have done it." His voice took a higher pitch. "Yes, ma"am, Dave would have done the same for Hollis Tisdale. They was a team; my, yes." He laughed his hard, mirthless laugh. "Well, so long," he said.
She did not answer. Half-way down the corridor Banks looked back through the open door. She had not moved from the place where he had left her, though her face was turned to the window. A little farther on, while he waited for the elevator, he saw she had taken the package he had brought from Tisdale. She stood weighing it, undecided, in her hands, then drew out the table drawer and laid it in. She paused another instant in uncertainty and, closing the drawer, began to gather up the pieces of gold.
CHAPTER XIX
LUCKY BANKS AND THE PINK CHIFFON
On his way down from Vivian Court, the mining man"s attention was caught by the great corner show window at Sedgewick-Wilson"s, and instantly out of the display of handsome evening gowns his eyes singled a dancing frock of pink chiffon. "She always looked pretty," he told himself, "but when she wore pink--my!" and he turned and found his way through the swinging doors. A little later the elevator had left him at the second floor. For a moment the mirrors bewildered him; they gave a sense of vastness, repeating the elegant apartment in every direction, and whichever way he glanced there was himself, seated on the edge of a chair, his square shoes set primly on the thick green carpet, his hat held stiffly over the crippled hand. Then an imposing young woman sauntered towards him. "Well,"
she said severely, "what can I show you?"
Banks drew himself a little stiffer. "A dress," he said abruptly in his highest key, "ready-made and pink."
"What size?"
"Why"--the little man paused, and a blush that was nearer a shadow crossed his weather-worn face--"let me see. She"s five feet seven and a quarter, in her shoes, and I judge a couple of inches wider through the shoulders than you." His glance moved to another saleswoman, who came a step nearer and stood listening, frankly amused. "You look more her figure," he added.
"Takes a thirty-eight." The first saleswoman brought out a simple gown of pink veiling and laid it on the rack before Banks, and he leaned forward and took a fold between his thumb and forefinger, gravely feeling the texture.
"This is priced at twenty-five dollars," she said. "How does that suit?"
Banks drew himself erect. "There"s one down-stairs in the front window I like better," he said.
The woman looked him shrewdly over. He had put his hat down, and her glance rested involuntarily on his maimed hand. "That pink chiffon is a hundred and twenty-five," she explained.
"I can stand it; the price doesn"t cut any figure, if it"s what I want."
He paused, nodding a little aggressively and tapping the carpet with one square foot. "The lady it"s for is a mighty good judge of cloth, and I want you to show me the best you"ve got."
She glanced at the other saleswoman, but she had turned her back--her shoulders shook--and she hurried to bring out a duplicate of the pink chiffon, which she arranged carefully on the rack. Bank"s face softened; he reached to touch it with a sort of caress. "This is more like it," he said; then, turning to the second girl, "but I can tell better if you"ll put it on. You don"t seem very busy," he added quickly, "and I"ll pay you your time."
"Why, that"s all right," she answered and came to pick up the gown. "I"ll be glad to; that"s what I"m here for."
She disappeared, laughing, into a dressing-room, and presently the first saleswoman excused herself to wait on new customers. The girl came back transformed. She had a handsome brunette face, with merry dark eyes and a great deal of black hair arranged in an elaborate end striking coiffure.
"Isn"t it swell?" she asked, walking leisurely before him. "But you"ll have to fasten it for her; it hooks in the back." Then she stopped; the fun went out of her face; her glance had fallen to his crippled hand. "I"m awfully sorry," she stammered. "Of course she can manage it herself; we all have to sometimes."
But the little man was rapt in the gown. "I"ll take it!" he said tremulously. "It suits you great, but, my! She"ll be a sight."
"I"ll bet she"s pretty," said the girl, still trying to make amends. "I"d like to see her in this chiffon. And I guess your party will be swell."
Banks looked troubled. "It isn"t a party; not exactly. You see she"s been away from town quite a spell, and I thought likely she"d be a little short on clothes. I guess while I"m about it I may as well take along everything that naturally goes with this dress; shoes and socks and a hat and-- flannels--"
He paused in uncertainty, for the girl had suddenly turned her back again.
"I"d like to leave the rest to you," he added. "Pick out the best; the whole outfit straight through."
"I"ll be glad to." The girl turned again, controlling a last dimple. "You are the thoughtfullest man I ever saw on this floor. She"s in luck; but I guess you aren"t married--yet."
Banks laughed his high, strained laugh and rose. "No," he answered briskly, "no, not exactly. But I want you to hurry out this bill of goods in time for the four-ten Great Northern. I can"t go without it, and I"m counting on making Wenatchee to-night."
"Wenatchee?" exclaimed the girl. "Is that where you expect her to wear this chiffon? Why, it"s the dustiest place under the sun. Take my word for it; I came from there. And, see here, they don"t give big parties there; the people are just nice and friendly; it"s a small town. If I were you I"d choose a tan; a veiling gown, like this first one we showed you, only tan. Then you could put the difference in price into a coat;--we have some smart ones in tan,--with a light pongee duster to slip over it all, if she"s driving or using a machine."
Banks nodded. "Sure, tuck them all in; but this pink dress goes, too, and see it"s on top. Likely they"ll go best in a trunk. Now, if you will give me the bill--"
He paused to take out his poke, but the girl laughed. "I can"t," she said.
"It will take me half an hour to foot it all up after I"ve picked out the things. And unless you give me a limit, I won"t know where to stop. Then there"s the hat. I never would dare to choose that for a woman I"ve never seen, unless she"s my style."
"She is," the little man answered gravely, "that"s why I picked you out when I first come in. I guess maybe the other one was nice all right, but she was a little too dried-up and froze to do."
"Then I know what I"d like to send; it"s a hat I tried on this morning. A nice taupe--that"s about the color of that sage-brush country over there and won"t show the dust--and it"s trimmed with just one stunning plume the same shade and a wreath of the tiniest pink French roses set under the velvet brim. It looked like it was made for me, but twelve and a half is my limit and it"s twenty-five dollars. Maybe you don"t want to go that high."
Banks untied the poke and poured the remaining gold pieces on the show-case; then he found a pocket-book from which he took several crisp bills. "There"s three hundred," he said briefly, "and another ten for the trunk. I want you to pick out a nice little one I can stow in the back of a one-seated automobile. The hat and this pink dress go on top; and be sure you get the outfit down to that four-ten train. Good-by," he put out his hand, and a gleam of warmth touched his bleak face. "I"m glad I met you."
"And so am I. Good-by." She stopped gathering up the money long enough to give him her hand. "And good luck," she added.
The first saleswoman, again at leisure, approached and stood looking after him as he hurried with his quick, uneven steps towards the elevator. "Of all things!" she exclaimed. "He did buy that pink chiffon. Who"d ever have thought he had the money or the taste. But I suppose he"s one of those lucky fellows who"ve struck it rich in Alaska."
The other young woman nodded. "His gold came out of one of those pokes, and it"s fresh from the mint. But I guess he"s earned all he"s got, every cent. I"ll bet he"s starved and froze; suffered ways we don"t know. And he"s spending it on a girl. I"d like to see her. Maybe she"s the cold-blooded kind that"ll snub him and make fun of this chiffon."