The crowd was unique in its democracy and solidarity. It had little intercourse with the sober and conventional part of Carmel. This section const.i.tuted the aristocracy of art and letters, and was sneered at as bourgeois. In return, it looked askance at the crowd with its rampant bohemianism. The taboo extended to Billy and Saxon. Billy took up the att.i.tude of the clan and sought no work from the other camp. Nor was work offered him.
Hall kept open house. The big living room, with its huge fireplace, divans, shelves and tables of books and magazines, was the center of things. Here, Billy and Saxon were expected to be, and in truth found themselves to be, as much at home as anybody. Here, when wordy discussions on all subjects under the sun were not being waged, Billy played at cut-throat Pedro, horrible fives, bridge, and pinochle. Saxon, a favorite of the young women, sewed with them, teaching them pretties and being taught in fair measure in return.
It was Billy, before they had been in Carmel a week, who said shyly to Saxon:
"Say, you can"t guess how I"m missin" all your nice things. What"s the matter with writin" Tom to express "m down? When we start trampin"
again, we"ll express "m back."
Saxon wrote the letter, and all that day her heart was singing. Her man was still her lover. And there were in his eyes all the old lights which had been blotted out during the nightmare period of the strike.
"Some pretty nifty skirts around here, but you"ve got "em all beat, or I"m no judge," he told her. And again: "Oh, I love you to death anyway.
But if them things ain"t shipped down there"ll be a funeral."
Hall and his wife owned a pair of saddle horses which were kept at the livery stable, and here Billy naturally gravitated. The stable operated the stage and carried the mails between Carmel and Monterey. Also, it rented out carriages and mountain wagons that seated nine persons.
With carriages and wagons a driver was furnished. The stable often found itself short a driver, and Billy was quickly called upon. He became an extra man at the stable. He received three dollars a day at such times, and drove many parties around the Seventeen Mile Drive, up Carmel Valley, and down the coast to the various points and beaches.
"But they"re a pretty uppish sort, most of "em," he said to Saxon, referring to the persons he drove. "Always MISTER Roberts this, an"
MISTER Roberts that--all kinds of ceremony so as to make me not forget they consider themselves better "n me. You see, I ain"t exactly a servant, an" yet I ain"t good enough for them. I"m the driver--something half way between a hired man and a chauffeur. Huh! When they eat they give me my lunch off to one side, or afterward. No family party like with Hall an" HIS kind. An" that crowd to-day, why, they just naturally didn"t have no lunch for me at all. After this, always, you make me up my own lunch. I won"t be be holdin" to "em for nothin", the d.a.m.ned geezers. An" you"d a-died to seen one of "em try to give me a tip. I didn"t say nothin". I just looked at "m like I didn"t see "m, an" turned away casual-like after a moment, leavin" him as embarra.s.sed as h.e.l.l."
Nevertheless, Billy enjoyed the driving, never more so than when he held the reins, not of four plodding workhorses, but of four fast driving animals, his foot on the powerful brake, and swung around curves and along dizzy cliff-rims to a frightened chorus of women pa.s.sengers. And when it came to horse judgment and treatment of sick and injured horses even the owner of the stable yielded place to Billy.
"I could get a regular job there any time," he boasted quietly to Saxon.
"Why, the country"s just sproutin" with jobs for any so-so sort of a fellow. I bet anything, right now, if I said to the boss that I"d take sixty dollars an" work regular, he"d jump for me. He"s hinted as much.--And, say! Are you onta the fact that yours truly has learnt a new trade. Well he has. He could take a job stage-drivin" anywheres. They drive six on some of the stages up in Lake County. If we ever get there, I"ll get thick with some driver, just to get the reins of six in my hands. An" I"ll have you on the box beside me. Some goin" that! Some goin"!"
Billy took little interest in the many discussions waged in Hall"s big living room. "Wind-chewin"," was his term for it. To him it was so much good time wasted that might be employed at a game of Pedro, or going swimming, or wrestling in the sand. Saxon, on the contrary, delighted in the logomachy, though little enough she understood of it, following mainly by feeling, and once in a while catching a high light.
But what she could never comprehend was the pessimism that so often cropped up. The wild Irish playwright had terrible spells of depression.
Sh.e.l.ley, who wrote vaudeville turns in the concrete cell, was a chronic pessimist. St. John, a young magazine writer, was an anarchic disciple of Nietzsche. Ma.s.son, a painter, held to a doctrine of eternal recurrence that was petrifying. And Hall, usually so merry, could outfoot them all when he once got started on the cosmic pathos of religion and the gibbering anthropomorphisms of those who loved not to die. At such times Saxon was oppressed by these sad children of art. It was inconceivable that they, of all people, should be so forlorn.
One night Hall turned suddenly upon Billy, who had been following dimly and who only comprehended that to them everything in life was rotten and wrong.
"Here, you pagan, you, you stolid and flesh-fettered ox, you monstrosity of over-weening and perennial health and joy, what do you think of it?"
Hall demanded.
"Oh, I"ve had my troubles," Billy answered, speaking in his wonted slow way. "I"ve had my hard times, an" fought a losin" strike, an" soaked my watch, an" ben unable to pay my rent or buy grub, an" slugged scabs, an"
ben slugged, and ben thrown into jail for makin" a fool of myself. If I get you, I"d be a whole lot better to be a swell hog fattenin" for market an" nothin" worryin", than to be a guy sick to his stomach from not savvyin" how the world is made or from wonderin" what"s the good of anything."
"That"s good, that prize hog," the poet laughed. "Least irritation, least effort--a compromise of Nirvana and life. Least irritation, least effort, the ideal existence: a jellyfish floating in a tideless, tepid, twilight sea."
"But you"re missin" all the good things," Billy objected.
"Name them," came the challenge.
Billy was silent a moment. To him life seemed a large and generous thing. He felt as if his arms ached from inability to compa.s.s it all, and he began, haltingly at first, to put his feeling into speech.
"If you"d ever stood up in the ring an" out-gamed an" out-fought a man as good as yourself for twenty rounds, you"d get what I"m drivin" at.
Jim Hazard an" I get it when we swim out through the surf an" laugh in the teeth of the biggest breakers that ever pounded the beach, an"
when we come out from the shower, rubbed down and dressed, our skin an"
muscles like silk, our bodies an" brains all a-tinglin" like silk.. .."
He paused and gave up from sheer inability to express ideas that were nebulous at best and that in reality were remembered sensations.
"Silk of the body, can you beat it?" he concluded lamely, feeling that he had failed to make his point, embarra.s.sed by the circle of listeners.
"We know all that," Hall retorted. "The lies of the flesh. Afterward come rheumatism and diabetes. The wine of life is heady, but all too quickly it turns to--"
"Uric acid," interpolated the wild Irish playwright.
"They"s plenty more of the good things," Billy took up with a sudden rush of words. "Good things all the way up from juicy porterhouse and the kind of coffee Mrs. Hall makes to...." He hesitated at what he was about to say, then took it at a plunge. "To a woman you can love an"
that loves you. Just take a look at Saxon there with the ukulele in her lap. There"s where I got the jellyfish in the dishwater an" the prize hog skinned to death."
A shout of applause and great hand-clapping went up from the girls, and Billy looked painfully uncomfortable.
"But suppose the silk goes out of your body till you creak like a rusty wheelbarrow?" Hall pursued. "Suppose, just suppose, Saxon went away with another man. What then?"
Billy considered a s.p.a.ce.
"Then it"d be me for the dishwater an" the jellyfish, I guess." He straightened up in his chair and threw back his shoulders unconsciously as he ran a hand over his biceps and swelled it. Then he took another look at Saxon. "But thank the Lord I still got a wallop in both my arms an" a wife to fill "em with love."
Again the girls applauded, and Mrs. Hall cried:
"Look at Saxon! She blushing! What have you to say for yourself?"
"That no woman could be happier," she stammered, "and no queen as proud.
And that--"
She completed the thought by strumming on the ukulele and singing:
"De Lawd move in er mischievous way His blunders to perform."
"I give you best," Hall grinned to Billy.
"Oh, I don"t know," Billy disclaimed modestly. "You"ve read so much I guess you know more about everything than I do."
"Oh! Oh!" "Traitor!" "Taking it all back!" the girls cried variously.
Billy took heart of courage, rea.s.sured them with a slow smile, and said:
"Just the same I"d sooner be myself than have book indigestion. An" as for Saxon, why, one kiss of her lips is worth more"n all the libraries in the world."
CHAPTER X
"There must be hills and valleys, and rich land, and streams of clear water, good wagon roads and a railroad not too far away, plenty of sunshine, and cold enough at night to need blankets, and not only pines but plenty of other kinds of trees, with open s.p.a.ces to pasture Billy"s horses and cattle, and deer and rabbits for him to shoot, and lots and lots of redwood trees, and... and... well, and no fog," Saxon concluded the description of the farm she and Billy sought.
Mark Hall laughed delightedly.
"And nightingales roosting in all the trees," he cried; "flowers that neither fail nor fade, bees without stings, honey dew every morning, showers of manna betweenwhiles, fountains of youth and quarries of philosopher"s stones--why, I know the very place. Let me show you."