"Ther" ain"t no sayin"," she said. "Mebbe it"s best left to Rosie." She glanced again at her sick husband. "Y" see, men mostly has notions, an"
some are ter"ble slow. But they"re all li"ble to act jest so, ef the woman"s the right sort. Guess it ain"t no use in old folks figgerin" out fer young folks. The only figgerin" that counts is what they do fer themselves."
"I believe you"re right," responded Mrs. Rickards, wondering where the farmwife had acquired her fund of worldly wisdom. Ma"s gentle shrewdness overshadowed any knowledge she had acquired living the ordinary social life that had been hers in England.
Ma"s worldly wisdom, however, was all on the surface. She knew Seth, and she knew Rosebud. She had watched their lives with loving eyes, prompted by a great depth of sympathy. And all she had seen had taught her that both were capable of managing their own affairs, and, for the rest, her optimism induced the belief that all would come right in the end. And it was out of this belief she rea.s.sured her new-made friend.
Meanwhile the little blind G.o.d was carrying on his campaign with all the cunning and crushing strategy for which he is justly renowned. There is no power such as his in all the world. What he sets out to do he accomplishes with a blissful disregard for circ.u.mstances. Where obstacles refuse to melt at his advance, he adopts the less comfortable, but none the less effective, manner of breaking through them. And perhaps he saw the necessity of some such course in the case of Seth and Rosebud. Anyway, he was not beaten yet.
The last of the refugees had left the farm. Seth had been a.s.sisting in the departure of the various families. It was a sad day"s work, and no one realized the pathos of it more than the silent plainsman. He had given his little all to the general welfare, but he had been incapable of saving the homes that had been built up with so much self-denial, so much thrift. All he could do was to wish the departing folk G.o.dspeed with an accompaniment of cheery words, which, perhaps, may have helped to lighten the burden of some of them. The burden he knew was a heavy one in all cases, but heavier in some than others, for Death had claimed his toll, and at such a time the tax fell doubly heavy.
It was over. He had just seen the last wagon drop below the horizon. Now he turned away with a sigh and surveyed the ruin around him. He walked from place to place, inspecting each outbuilding with a measuring eye.
There were weeks of labor before him, and all labor that would return no profit. It was a fitting conclusion to a sad day"s work.
But he was not given to morbid sentiment, and as he inspected each result of the siege he settled in his mind the order of the work as it must be done. A setback like this had only a stimulating effect on his spirit.
The summer lay before him, and he knew that by winter he could have everything restored to order.
At the barn he made the horses snug for the night, and then, taking up his favorite position on the oat-bin at the open doorway, lit his pipe for a quiet think. He was wholly responsible while Rube was ill.
Sitting there in the golden light of the setting sun, he was presently disturbed by the approach of light footsteps. It was an unusually gay voice that greeted him when he looked up, and eyes that were brighter, and more deeply violet than ever.
Had he given thought to these things he might have realized that there was something artificial in Rosebud"s manner, something that told of unusual excitement going on in her bosom. But then Seth, with all his keenness in other things, was not the cleverest of men where women were concerned.
Ma"s opinion of him was wonderfully accurate.
"Oh, Seth, I just came to tell you! Fancy, no sooner is one excitement over than another begins. I"ve just learned that Pa and Ma are going to give up this farm. We are going further west, out of the Indian territory, and Rube"s going to buy a new farm near some city. Just fancy. What do you think of it?"
For once Seth seemed taken aback. His usual imperturbable manner forsook him, and he stared at the girl in unfeigned astonishment. This was the last thing he had expected.
"We"re quittin" the farm?" he cried incredulously.
"That"s precisely it," Rosebud nodded, thoroughly enjoying the other"s blank manner.
"Gee! I hadn"t tho"t of it."
The girl broke into a laugh, and Seth, after smiling faintly in response, relapsed into serious thought. Rosebud eyed him doubtfully for some moments.
"You"re not glad," she said presently, with a wise little nod. "You"re not glad. You don"t want to go. You love this place and what you"ve helped to make it. I know. So do I."
The man nodded, and his dark face grew graver.
"This is our home, isn"t it?" the girl continued, after a pause. "Just look round. There"s the new barn. I remember when you and Pa built it. I used to hold the wood while you sawed, and made you angry because I always tried to make you cut it crooked--and never succeeded. I was very small then. There"s the old barn. We use it for cows now. And do you remember when you pulled down the old granary, and built the new one in the shape of an elevator? And do you remember, Ma wouldn"t speak to us for a whole day because we pulled the old hen-roost to pieces and established the hogs there? She said it was flying in the face of Providence having the smelly old things so near the house. And now we"re going to leave it all. We"re farmers, aren"t we, Seth? But Pa is going in for cattle."
"Cattle?" exclaimed Seth.
"Yes. But I"d rather that than another grain farm after this one. I don"t think I could ever like another grain farm so well as this."
Rosebud had seated herself at Seth"s feet, with her back to him so that he could not see her face. She was dressed in a simple dark gown that made her look very frail. Her golden hair was arranged in a great loose knot at the nape of her neck from which several unruly strands had escaped. Seth noted these things even though his eyes wandered from point to point as she indicated the various objects to which she was drawing his attention.
"Yes, it is home, sure, Rosie," he said at last, as she waited for his answer. "Yes, it"s home, sure. Yours an" mine."
There was a long pause. Rosebud leant against Seth"s knees; and presently she raised one arm till her elbow rested upon them. Then she supported her head upon her hand.
"But I think it"s right to go; Ma and Rube are getting old. They want rest. Rube"s got a goodish bit of capital, too," she went on, with an almost childish a.s.sumption of business knowledge. "And so have you. Now how much will buy a nice ranch?"
The girl had faced round and was gazing up into Seth"s face with all the bland innocence of childhood in her wide open eyes. The gravity she beheld there was profound.
"Wal, I"d say around twenty thousand dollars. Y" see, stockin" it"s heavy.
But Rube wouldn"t think o" that much. Mebbe he"d buy a goodish place an"
raise the stock himself. I "lows it"s a money-makin" game--is stock. It"s a good business."
Seth had gained some enthusiasm while he spoke, and the girl was quick to notice the change.
"I believe you"re beginning to fancy the notion," she said, with a bright flash of her eyes.
"Mebbe."
Seth"s reply was half shamefaced. Rosebud removed her arm from his knees and turned away, idly drawing vague outlines upon the dusty ground with her forefinger. She was smiling too. It was partly a mischievous smile, and yet there was something very nervous about it. She was thinking, thinking, and found it very hard to say what she wanted to.
"I wonder if you"d help me to do something I want to do very much?" she asked at last. "Something very, very particular?"
"Why, sure," was the ready answer. "That"s how it"s allus bin."
"Yes, I know. It"s always been like that. But this is something much harder." Rosebud smiled a little wistfully into the strong face above her.
"You ken gamble on me."
"Of course I can. I know that."
Another silence fell. The girl continued to draw outrageous parallelograms in the dust. Seth smoked on, waiting for her. The last rays of the setting sun were shining athwart the golden head which his dark eyes were contemplating.
"You see, I want to buy Pa and Ma the finest ranch in Montana," she said at last. "You see, I"ve got lots of money," she went on, laughing nervously. "At least I shall have. I"m rather selfish, too, because I"m going to live with them, always, you know. And I"d like to live on a ranch. Pa could own it, and you could be foreman and partner. And--and I could be partner too. Quite a business arrangement. Pa and you would work.
That"s your share of the capital. I should only find the money, and do nothing. You see? I talked it over with--er--some one, and they said that was quite a business arrangement, and thought I was rather clever."
Seth removed his pipe and cleared his throat. Rosebud had not dared to look at him while putting forward her scheme. Her heart was beating so loudly, that it seemed to her he must hear it.
"Wal," he said slowly, "it"s not a bad notion in some ways, Rosie. Ther"s jest the matter o" myself wrong. I "lows you"d make a han"some return to Rube an" Ma. Guess you needn"t to figger on me though. I"ll stand by this old farm. I ken work it single-handed. An" I kind o" notion the Injuns around here someways."
"But we couldn"t do without you."
Seth shook his head. As she beheld the movement, Rosebud"s lips quivered, and a little impatient frown drew her brows together. She felt like shaking him for his stupidity.
"Well, I"m just going to do it, Seth. And--and I"m sorry I said anything to you about it. I shall buy it for Rube without telling him. And you"ll help me?"
"Sure."
"Quite sure?"
"Nothin" more certain."