"I et that all, and I et another one with jelly, and a bunch of little round ones with frostin" and raisins, and a bottle of brandied peaches, and about a dozen cream puffs, and half a lemon pie with frostin" on top, and four or five Charlotte rushes. The c.h.i.n.k had learned to make "em all in "Frisco.
"That meal set me back $34.75. When I went out I noticed the plain sponge cakes and fruit cakes and dried-apple pies--things that had been out of my reach fur twenty years, and--My! but they did look common and unappetisin". I kind of shivered at the sight of "em.
"I ordered another one of the big cakes and two more lemon pies fur the next day.
"Fur four days I led a life of what they call "unbridled licentiousness" while that c.h.i.n.k pandered to me. I never was any hand fur drink, but I cut loose in that fancy-food joint, now I tell you.
"The fifth day I begun to taper off. I begun to have a suspicion the stuff was made of sawdust with plasty of Paris fur frostin". The sixth day I was sure it was sawdust, and my shameful debauch comes to an end right there. I remembered the story about the feller that cal"lated his chickens wouldn"t tell any different, so he fed "em sawdust instead of corn-meal, and by-and-bye a settin" of eggs hatched out--twelve of the chickens had wooden legs and the thirteenth was a woodp.e.c.k.e.r. Say, I felt so much like two cords of four-foot stove wood that it made me plumb nervous to ketch sight of a saw-buck.
"It took jest three weeks fur me to get right inside again. My, but meat victuals and all like that did taste mighty scrumptious when I could handle "em again.
"After that when I"d been out in the hills fur a season I"d get that hankerin" back, and when I come in I"d have a little frosted-cake orgy now and then. But I kep" myself purty well in hand. I never overdone it like that again, fur you see I"d learned something. First off, there was the appet.i.te. I soon see the gist of my fun had been the _wantin"_ the stuff, the appet.i.te fur it, and if you nursed an appet.i.te along and deluded it with promises it would stay by you like one of them meachin"
yellow dogs. But as soon as you tried to do the good-fairy act by it, and give it all it hankered fur, you killed it off, and then you wouldn"t be entertained by it no more, and kep" stirred up and busy.
"And so I layed out to nurse my appet.i.te, and aggravate it by never givin" it quite all it wanted. When I was in the hills after a day"s tramp I"d let it have its fling on such delicacies as I could turn out of the fryin"-pan myself, but when I got in again I"d begin to act bossy with it. It"s _wantin"_ reasonably that keeps folks alive, I reckon. The mis-a-blest folks I"ve ever saw was them that had killed all their wants by overfeedin" "em.
"Then again, son, in this world of human failin"s there ain"t anything ever _can_ be as pure and blameless and satisfyin" as the stuff in a bake-shop window looks like it is. Don"t ever furget that. It"s jest too good to be true. And in the next place--pastry"s good in its way, but the best you can ever get is what"s made fur you at home--I"m talkin" about a lot of things now that you don"t probably know any too much about. Sometimes the boys out in the hills spends their time dreamin" fur other things besides pies and cakes, but that system of mine holds good all through the deal--you can play it from soda to hock and not lose out. And that"s why I"m outlastin" a lot of the boys and still gettin" my fun out of the game.
"It"s a good system fur you, son, while you"re learnin" to use your head. Your pa played it at first, then he cut loose. And you need it worse"n ever he did, if I got you sized up right. He touched me on one side, and touched you on the other. But you can last longer if you jest keep the system in mind a little. Remember what I say about the window stuff."
Percival had listened to the old man"s story with proper amus.e.m.e.nt, and to the didactics with that feeling inevitable to youth which says secretly, as it affects to listen to one whom it does not wish to wound, "Yes, yes, I know, but you were living in another day, long ago, and you are not _me!_"
He went over to the desk and began to scribble a name on the pad of paper.
"If a man really loves one woman he"ll behave all right," he observed to Uncle Peter.
"Oh, I ain"t preachin" like some do. Havin" a good time is all right; it"s the only thing, I reckon, sometimes, that justifies the misery of livin". But cuttin" loose is bad jedgment. A man wakes up to find that his natural promptin"s has cold-decked him. If I smoked the best see-gars now all the time, purty soon I"d get so"t I wouldn"t appreciate "em. That"s why I always keep some of these out-door free-burners on hand. One of them now and then makes the others taste better."
The young man had become deaf to the musical old voice.
He was writing:
"MY DEAR MISS MILBREY:--I send you the first and only poem I ever wrote. I may of course be a prejudiced critic, but it seems to me to possess in abundance those graces of metre, rhyme, high thought in poetic form, and perfection of finish which the critics unite in demanding. To be honest with you--and why should I conceal that conceit which every artist is said secretly to feel in his own production?--I have encountered no other poem in our n.o.ble tongue which has so moved and captivated me.
"It is but fair to warn you that this is only the first of a volume of similar poems which I contemplate writing. And as the theme appears now to be inexhaustible, I am not sure that I can see any limit to the number of volumes I shall be compelled to issue. Pray accept this author"s copy with his best and hopefullest wishes. One other copy has been sent to the book reviewer of the Arcady _Lyre,_ in the hope that he, at least, will have the wit to perceive in it that ultimate and ideal perfection for which the humbler bards have hitherto striven in vain.
"Sincerely and seriously yours,
"P. PERCIVAL BINES"
Thus ran the exalted poem on a sheet of note-paper:
"AVICE MILBREY.
Avice Milbrey, Avice Milbrey, Avice Milbrey, Avice Milbrey, Avice Milbrey, Avice Milbrey, Avice Milbrey, Avice Milbrey, Avice Milbrey, Avice Milbrey, Avice Milbrey, Avice Milbrey, Avice Milbrey.
And ninety-eight thousand other verses quite like it."
CHAPTER XII.
Plans for the Journey East
Until late in the afternoon they rode through a land that was bleak and barren of all grace or cheer. The dull browns and greys of the landscape were unrelieved by any green or freshness save close by the banks of an occasional stream. The vivid blue of a cloudless sky served only to light up its desolation to greater disadvantage. It was a grim unsmiling land, hard to like.
"This may be G.o.d"s own country," said Percival once, looking out over a stretch of grey sage-brush to a ma.s.s of red sandstone jutting up, high, sharp, and ragged, in the distance--"but it looks to me as if He got tired of it Himself and gave up before it was half finished."
"A man has to work here a few years to love it," said Uncle Peter, shortly.
As they left the car at Montana City in the early dusk, that thriving metropolis had never seemed so unattractive to Percival; so rough, new, garish, and wanting so many of the softening charms of the East.
Through the wide, unpaved streets, lined with their low wooden buildings, they drove to the Bines mansion, a landmark in the oldest and most fashionable part of the town. For such distinctions are made in Western towns as soon as the first two shanties are built. The Bines house had been a monument to new wealth from the earliest days of the town, which was a fairly decent antiquity for the region. But the house and the town grated harshly now upon the young man. He burned with a fever of haste to be off toward the East--over the far rim of hills, and the farther higher mountain range, to a land that had warmed genially under three hundred years of civilised occupancy--where people had lived and fraternised long enough to create the atmosphere he craved so ardently.
While Chinese Wung lighted the hall gas and busied himself with their hats and bags, Psyche Bines came down the stairs to greet them. Never had her youthful freshness so appealed to her brother. The black gown she wore emphasised her blond beauty. As to give her the aspect of mourning one might have tried as reasonably to hide the radiance of the earth in springtime with that trifling pall.
Her brother kissed her with more than his usual warmth. Here was one to feel what he felt, to sympathise warmly with all those new yearnings that were to take him out of the crude West. She wanted, for his own reasons, all that he wanted. She understood him; and she was his ally against the aged and narrow man who would have held them to life in that physical and social desert.
"Well, sis, here we are!" he began. "How fine you"re looking! And how is Mrs. Throckmorton? Give her my love and ask her if she can be ready to start for the effete East in twenty minutes."
It was his habit to affect that he constantly forgot his mother"s name.
He had discovered years before that he was sometimes able thus to puzzle her momentarily.
"Why, Percival!" exclaimed this excellent lady, coming hurriedly from the kitchen regions, "I haven"t a thing packed. Twenty minutes!
Goodness! I do declare!"
It was an infirmity of Mrs. Bines that she was unable to take otherwise than literally whatever might be said to her; an infirmity known and played upon relentlessly by her son.
"Oh, well!" he exclaimed, with a show of irritation. "I suppose we"ll be delayed then. That"s like a woman. Never ready on time. Probably we can"t start now till after dinner. Now hurry! You know that boat leaves the dock for Tonsilitis at 8.23--I hope you won"t be seasick."
"Boat--dock--" Mrs. Bines stopped to convince herself beyond a certainty that no dock nor boat could be within many hundred miles of her by any possible chance.
"Never mind," said Psyche; "give ma half an hour"s notice and she can start for any old place."
"Can"t she though!" and Percival, seizing his astounded mother, waltzed with her down the hall, leaving her at the far end with profusely polite a.s.surances that he would bring her immediately a lemon-ice, an ice-pick, and a cold roast turkey with pink stockings on.
"Never mind, Mrs. Cartwright," he called back to her--"oh, beg pardon--Bines? yes, yes, to be sure--well, never mind, Mrs. Brennings.
We"ll give you time to put your gloves and a bottle of horse-radish and a nail-file and hammer into that neat travelling-bag of yours.
"Now let me go up and get clean again. That lovely alkali dust has worked clear into my bearings so I"m liable to have a hot box just as we get the line open ninety miles ahead."
At dinner and afterwards the new West and the old aligned themselves into hostile camps, as of yore. The young people chatted with lively interest of the coming change, of the New York people who had visited the mine, of the attractions and advantages of life in New York.
Uncle Peter, though he had long since recognised his cause as lost, remained doggedly inimical to the migration. The home was being broken up and he was depressed.
"Anyhow, you"ll soon be back," he warned them. "You won"t like it a mite. I tried it myself thirty years ago. I"ll jest camp here until you do come back. My! but you"ll be glad to get here again."
"Why not have Billy Brue come stay with you," suggested Mrs. Bines, who was hurting herself with pictures of the old man"s loneliness, "in case you should want a plaster on your back or some nutmeg tea brewed, or anything? That Wung is so trifling."
"Maybe I might," replied the old man, "but Billy Brue ain"t exactly broke to a shack like this. I know just what he"d do all his spare time; he"d set down to that new-fangled horseless piano and play it to death."