"Lemme see, what did it say? Said the groom wuz from northern Indiana--up about Fort Wayne, I think. The girl"s name wuz--hold on a minute--what wuz her name? Wood--that"s it. Swell people, I guess.
This feller wuz an artist, too. Say, that"s kinder queer, ain"t it?"
"A coincidence--a rare coincidence, I must say."
"Course, it couldn"t "a" been our Jud," said Jim, conclusively. "He"s already married."
"Oh, no, no! Of course not, Mr. Hardesty. He is devoted to Justine and--and----"
"An" a man "at"s got any sense ain"t goin" to load hisself down with two when it"s so derned hard to git rid of one," grinned Jim, referring to his own connubial condition.
"And bigamy is a very serious crime. I wonder if any one else in the neighborhood has noticed the similarity of names?"
"I ain"t heerd no one mention it, Mr. Marks. By ginger, you ain"t got no--er--suspicions, have ye?" asked Jim, suddenly acute. Mr. Marks stammered confusedly and a.s.sured him that no such thought had entered his head.
"Would you mind giving me Dudley"s Chicago address?" he asked, at last, that same indefinable something struggling for recognition.
"He"s half way to Europe by this time," explained Jim.
"I feel that it would be wise to secure a letter from Jud himself in case rumor confuses him with this other man. It would be just to him and to Justine, Mr. Hardesty. If you"ll give me his address I"ll write to him and we can have his own word for it in case people get to talking."
"Then you _are_ afraid people will think it"s Jud?" demanded Jim.
"You cannot tell what people might think and say," said the parson, sagely. "And, by the way, did Mrs. Hardesty see that notice in the paper?"
"Naw! She"s too busy readin" that continued story in the _Wife"s Own Magazine_. Thunder! I wouldn"t even hint to her that it might be Jud!
She"s jest the woman to swear it wuz him anyhow, an" she"d peddle it over the country quicker"n scat. But, course, it cain"t be Jud, so what"s the use worryin" about it? This is a thunderin" big world, as I said before, Mr. Marks, an" they do say that up in Indianapolis there is sixty-four fellers named James Hardesty. Gosh, I hope my wife never gits it into her head that I"ve got sixty-four other wives, jist because the name"s the same. She"d never git tired askin" me about that trip I took to Indianapolis six year" ago with the rest o" the G.A.R. boys from Glenville."
Nevertheless, Mr. Marks wrote to Jud Sherrod, delicately referring to the strange similarity in names and to the embarra.s.sment he might suffer if the community came to regard him as identical with the Chicago bridegroom. The letter was nothing less than a deliberate command for Dudley Sherrod to say "guilty" or "not guilty."
Weeks afterwards, from across the sea, came a reply from Jud in all the cold dignity of a conscience in defense. He closed with these words:
"_I have but one wife--the one whom G.o.d and the law has given me. You will greatly oblige me, Mr. Marks, by informing any inquiring person in your community that Justine is my wife and that I am not the Sherrod who was married in Chicago. Thank you for your interest in Justine and me._"
CHAPTER XVIII.
"GENE CRAWLEY"S SERMON.
""Gene, "tain"t none o" my business, understan", but "pears to me you ain"t doin" a very sensible thing in hirin" out to Jestine Sherrod like this. She"d oughter have some one else down there "tendin" to the place. You ain"t the feller, take it jest how you please. She"s all alone, "cept ole Mis" Crane, an" folks is boun" to talk, dang "em. I don"t think it"s jest right fer you to be there."
"There ain"t nothin" wrong in it, Martin. There ain"t a thing. Do you think there is?"
"W--e--ll, no, not that, "zackly, but it gives people a chanst to _say_ there"s somethin" wrong," said Mr. Grimes, shifting his feet uncomfortably. The two men were standing in the farmer"s barnyard about a fortnight after it became generally known in the community that Jud had gone to Europe. "Y"see, ever"body reecollects that nasty thing you said down to the tollgate the night o" the weddin". "Tain"t human natur" to fergit sich a brag as that wuz. What a goshamighty fool you wuz to talk like----"
"Oh, I know I wuz, I know it. Don"t be a throwin" it up to me, Martin.
I wish I"d never said it. I wish I"d died while I wuz sayin" it so"s I could "a" gone right straight to h.e.l.l to pay fer it. I wuz a crazy man, Martin, that"s what I wuz. Ever"body knows I didn"t mean it, don"t they?"
"W--e--ll, mos" ever"body knows you couldn"t kerry out yer boast, no matter ef you meant it er not. But, you c"n see fer yerself "at your workin" over on her place ain"t jest the thing, with all the talk "at went on a couple year ago. Like"s not ever"thing"s all proper an" they ain"t no real harm in it, but----"
"Look here, Martin Grimes, do you mean to insinyate that it ain"t proper? "Cause ef you do, somethin"s goin" to drap an" drap all-fired hard," exclaimed "Gene, his brow darkening.
"Don"t be so techy, "Gene. I ain"t insinyated a blame thing; cain"t you see I"m tryin" to lay the hull case afore you clearly? "Tain"t no use beatin" roun" the bush, nuther. She"s boun" to be compermised."
Crawley stared long and silently at a herd of cattle on the distant hillside.
"Martin," he said, at last, "that girl"s made a different man of me. I ain"t the same ornery cuss I wuz a couple of year ago. Anybody c"n see that. I ain"t teched a mouthful of whisky fer purty nigh a year.
Seems to me I don"t keer a d.a.m.n to swear--I mean I don"t keer to swear any more. That one slipped out jest because talkin" to you like this kind o" takes me back to where I used to be. I go to church purty reg"lar, don"t I? Well, it"s all her. She"s made a different man of me, I tell you, an" I wouldn"t do her no wrong if the hull world depended on it. She"s the best woman that ever lived, that"s what she is. An" she keers more fer Jud Sherrod"s little finger than fer all the balance of the world put together. There ain"t no honester girl in Clay township, an" darn me, if ever I hear anybody say anything mean ag"in her, I"ll break his neck. I"m helpin" her over on the place, an"
she"s payin" me wages, jest like she"d pay any hand, an" I don"t know whose business it is but her"n an" mine."
"I know all that, "Gene, but people don"t----"
"Who in thunder is the people? A lot of old women who belong to church, an" go to sociables jest to run one "nother down, an" all the time there ain"t one-tenth of "em that ain"t jealous of the women they think"s goin" wrong. They"re so derned selfish an" evil-minded that they cain"t even imagine another woman doin" somethin" that ain"t right without feelin" jealous as blazes an" gittin" dissatisfied with ever"thing around "em. You cain"t tell me nothin" about these old scarecrows that keep a sign hangin" out all the time--"virtue is its own reward." Say, Martin, you don"t suppose that I"m the only hired hand workin" around these parts, do you?" snarled "Gene, malevolently.
"No, course not, but--what you mean, "Gene?"
"I"m not the only man that"s workin" on a farm where there"s a woman, am I?" grated "Gene.
"Lookee here, "Gene, "splain yerself. That don"t sound very well,"
exclaimed Martin, turning a shade paler and glancing uneasily toward his own house.
"There ain"t nothin" to explain, but it"s somethin" to think about, Martin. You c"n tell that to all the old women you see, too, an" mebby they won"t do so much thinkin" about Justine Van. That"s all. If I"d waited fer any of these other women "round here to do me a good turn, I"d be worse than I ever wuz. "Tain"t in "em, Martin; all they c"n do is to cackle an" look around to see if they got wings sproutin" on theirselves. They don"t think of n.o.body else, unless they think bad.
Justine ain"t that sort, I want to tell you. Here I wuz, her enemy, an" no friend of her husband"s. I"d done a hull lot o" mean things to her an" him. But did she hold it up ag"in me when the chanst come for her to do some good fer me? No, sir, she didn"t. She tole me that I had the makin" of a man in me, an" then she tuck holt of me an" give me a new start. She said I wuz a beast an" a drunkard an" a coward, an" a hull lot o" things, but she said I could be a good man if I"d try. So I tried, an" I hadn"t no idee it wuz so easy. She done it an" she don"t keer no more fer me than she does fer that spotted calf of your"n over yander. Now, I want to tell you somethin", Martin. She needs me down there on the place an" I"m goin" to stay there till she tells me to quit. Then I"m goin" to quit like a man. It don"t make no difference what I said two er three year ago, either, "cause I"m not the same man I wuz then. If Clay township don"t like the way I"m doin", let "em say so an" be done with it. Then we"ll settle some scores."
Grimes shuffled his feet frequently and expectorated nervously without regard to direction or consequences during this unusually long speech.
Mrs. Grimes was recognized as one of the most ravenous gossips in the neighborhood, and her husband knew it. Yet he was too much in dread of Crawley"s prowess to take up the cudgels in her defense. He had also suspected, years before, that she was in love with one of his "hired men"; hence his uneasiness under "Gene"s implications.
"You better not talk too much, "Gene," he said at last. "I"m yer friend, but I cain"t stave off the hull township fer you. Ef it gits out that you"re making sich bold talk an" braggin"----"
"Braggin"! Who"s braggin"? I mean ever" word I said, an" a heap sight more, too. You jest tell "em what I said an" let "em come to me. But if any of "em goes to Justine with their sneakin" tales an" their cussed lies, I"ll not stop to see whether it"s a man er a woman. I"ll wrap "em up in a knot an" chuck "em out into the middle of the lane."
"Now, that wouldn"t be a wise thing to do, don"t you see?" said Grimes, growing more and more uncomfortable. At this point it may be announced that Mr. Grimes had been deputized by his wife to convince "Gene of the error of his way and of the wrong he was doing Justine. "You"d have the constables down here in two shakes of a dead lamb"s tail."
"Old Bill Higgins an" Randy Dixon? They wouldn"t try to arrest me if I wuz tied hand an" foot an" chloroformed into the bargain. But, say, there ain"t no use talkin" about this thing. I want the folks to know that I"m goin" to stick to Justine an" help her out as long as I can.
I"m doin" it honest an" I"m gittin" paid fer it like anybody else.
Martin, I don"t want to have "em say anything ag"in her. She"s as good as gold an" we all oughter be proud of her. Jud"s in hard luck, I reckon. Leastwise he looked it last time he wuz here. Mebby he"ll git on his feet over there in Europe, an" then he c"n do the right thing by her. But I"ll tell you, Martin, we all want to stick to her now.
She"s all broke up an" I c"n see she"s discouraged. She wouldn"t let on fer the world, allus bright an" happy, but old Mrs. Crane told me t"other day that she"d ketched her cryin" more"n onct. That gosh-darned little farm of her"n ain"t payin" a thing, an" I want to tell you she needs sympathy "nstead of hard words."
"They ain"t a soul ever said anything ag"in her, "Gene," broke in the other. "But they"re apt to ef it goes on. But go ahead; you know best, "Gene, you know best."
"I don"t know best, either. That"s the trouble. I c"n talk to you an"
sweat about it, but I don"t know what to do. I"m awful worried about it. Of course, if any responsible person ever said anything wrong she could sue him in the courts, somehow er other, but she"d hate to do that," said "Gene, reflectively. Plainly, he saw the girl"s position better than his loyalty would allow him to admit. Martin started violently at the word "sue" and was from that moment silenced. He lived in terror of a lawsuit and its dangers.
"D"you suppose she"d go to court?"
"She wouldn"t want to, but me--me an"--me an" Jud could coax her to do it," said "Gene, shrewd in an instant. "I don"t reckon folks remember about the courts, do they?"
Martin pulled his nerves together sufficiently to send a stream of tobacco juice into a knot-hole in the fence fifteen feet away, and said: