"Say, if I"d located this thing and had done nothin"----" he began. And she caught him up at once.
"I"d have thanked you," she said.
But Seth saw the unreasonableness of her reply.
"Now, Rosebud," he said gently, "you"re talkin" foolish. An" you know it.
What I did was only right by you. I"d "a" been a skunk to have acted different. I lit on the trail o" your folk, don"t matter how, an" I had to see you righted, come what might. Now it"s done. An" I don"t see wher" the hangin" comes in. Guess you ken come an" see Ma later, when things get quiet agin. I don"t take it she hates you a heap."
He spoke almost cheerfully, trying hard to disguise what he really felt.
He knew that with this girl"s going all the light would pa.s.s out of his life. He dared not speak in any other way or his resolve would melt before the tide of feeling which he was struggling to repress. He would have given something to find excuse to leave the barn, but he made no effort to do so.
When Rosebud answered him her manner had changed. Seth thought that it was due to the reasonableness of his own arguments, but then his knowledge of women was trifling. The girl had read something underlying the man"s words which he had not intended to be there, and had no knowledge of having expressed. Where a woman"s affections are concerned a man is a simple study, especially if he permits himself to enter into debate. Seth"s strength at all times lay in his silence. He was too honest for his speech not to betray him.
"Yes, I know, Seth, you are right and I am wrong," she said, and her tone was half laughing and half crying, and wholly penitent. "That"s just it, I am always wrong. I have done nothing but bring you trouble. I am no help to you at all. Even this fresh trouble with the Indians is my doing. And none of you ever blame me. And--and I don"t want to go away. Oh, Seth, you don"t know how I want to stay! And you"re packing me off like a naughty child. I am not even asked if I want to go." She finished up with that quick change to resentment so characteristic of her.
The touch of resentment saved Seth. He found it possible to answer her, which he did with an a.s.sumption of calmness he in no way felt. It was a pathetic little face that looked up into his. The girl"s anger had brought a flush to her cheeks, but her beautiful eyes were as tearful as an April sky.
"Guess we"ve all got to do a heap o" things we don"t like, Rosie; a mighty big heap. An" seems to me the less we like "em the more sure it is they"re right for us to do. Some folks calls it "duty.""
"And you think it"s my duty to go?"
Seth nodded.
"My duty, the same as it was your duty always to help me out when I got into some sc.r.a.pe?"
Without a thought Seth nodded again, and was at once answered by that hollow little laugh which he found so jarring.
"I hate duty! But, since I have had your splendid example before me for six years, it has forced on me the necessity of trying to be like you."
The girl"s sarcasm was harsh, but Seth ignored it.
As she went on her mood changed again. "I was thinking while that old man was talking so much," she said slowly, "how I shall miss Pa, and Ma, and old General. And I can"t bear the idea of leaving even the horses and cattle, and the grain fields. I don"t know whatever the little papooses at the Mission will do without me. I wonder if all the people who do their duty feel like that about things? They can"t really, or they wouldn"t want to do it, and would just be natural and--and human sometimes. Think of it, Seth, I"m going to leave all this beautiful sunshine for the fog of London just for the sake of duty. I begin to feel quite good. Then, you see, when I"m rich I shall have so much to do with my money--so many duties--that I shall have no time to think of White River Farm at all. And if I do happen to squeeze in a thought, perhaps just before I go to sleep at night, it"ll be such a comfort to think everybody here is doing their duty. You see nothing else matters, does it?"
Seth took refuge in silence. The girl"s words pained him, but he knew that it was only her grief at leaving, and he told himself that her bitterness would soon pa.s.s. The pleasure of traveling, of seeing new places, the excitement of her new position would change all that. Receiving no reply Rosebud went on, and her bitterness merged into an a.s.sumed brightness which quite deceived her companion.
"Yes," she continued, "after all it won"t be so dreadful, will it? I can buy lots of nice things, and I shall have servants. And I can go all over the world. No more washing up. And there"ll be parties and dances. And Mr.
Irvine said something about estates. I suppose I"ll have a country house--like people in books. Yes, and I"ll marry some one with a t.i.tle, and wear diamonds. Do you think somebody with a t.i.tle would marry me, Seth?"
"Maybe, if you asked him."
"Oh!"
"Wal, you see it"s only fine ladies gits asked by fellers as has t.i.tles."
The dense Seth felt easier in his mind at the girl"s tone, and in his clumsy fashion was trying to join in the spirit of the thing.
"Thank you, I"ll not ask any one to marry me."
Seth realized his mistake.
"Course not. I was jest foolin"."
"I know." Rosebud was smiling, and a dash of mischief was in her eyes as she went on--
"It would be awful if a girl had to ask some one to marry her, wouldn"t it?"
"Sure."
Seth moved out into the pa.s.sage; the last horse was bedded down, and they stood together leaning on their forks.
"The man would be a silly, wouldn"t he?"
"A reg"lar hobo."
"What"s a "hobo," Seth?"
"Why, jest a feller who ain"t got no "savee.""
""Savee" means "sense," doesn"t it?" Rosebud"s eyes were innocently inquiring, and they gazed blandly up into the man"s face.
"Wal, not exac"ly. It"s when a feller don"t git a notion right, an" musses things up some." They were walking toward the barn door now. Seth was about to go up to the loft to throw down hay. "Same as when I got seein"
after the Injuns when I ought to"ve stayed right here an" seen you didn"t go sneakin" off by y"self down by the river," he added slyly, with one of his rare smiles.
The girl laughed and clapped her hands.
"Oh, Seth!" she cried, as she moved out to return to the house, "then you"re a regular "hobo." What a joke!"
And she ran off, leaving the man mystified.
Rosebud and the lawyer left the following morning. Never had such good fortune caused so much grief. It was a tearful parting; Ma and Rosebud wept copiously, and Rube, too, was visibly affected. Seth avoided everybody as much as possible. He drove the conveyance into Beacon Crossing, but, as they were using the lawyer"s hired "democrat," he occupied the driving-seat with the man who had brought the lawyer out to the farm. Thus it was he spoke little to Rosebud on the journey.
Later, at the depot, he found many things to occupy him and only time to say "good-bye" at the last moment, with the lawyer looking on.
The girl was on the platform at the end of the sleeping-car when Seth stepped up to make his farewell.
"Good-bye, little Rosebud," he said, in his quiet, slow manner. His eyes were wonderfully soft. "Maybe you"ll write some?"
The girl nodded. Her violet eyes were suspiciously bright as she looked frankly up into his face.
"I hope we shall both be happy. We"ve done our duty, haven"t we?" she asked, with a wistful little smile.
"Sure," replied Seth, with an ineffective attempt at lightness.
The girl still held his hand and almost imperceptibly drew nearer to him.
Her face was lifted to him in a manner that few would have mistaken. But Seth gently withdrew his hand, and, as the train began to move, climbed down and dropped upon the low platform.
Rosebud turned away with a laugh, though her eyes filled with tears. She waved a handkerchief, and Seth"s tall, slim figure was the last she beheld of Beacon Crossing. And when the train was sufficiently far away she kissed her hand in the direction of the solitary figure still doing sentry at the extremity of the platform. Then she went into the car and gave full vent to the tears she had struggled so long to repress.