He tried to speak calmly. "This is a disgrace. An infamous disgrace.
Never in my life have I--" Words forsook him, and his face grew redder.
"Never in my life--" He stopped again, because, at the sight of him being dignified in his red drawers, I was making the noise of a dozen hens. It was suddenly too much for the Virginian. He hastened into his room, and there sank on the floor with his head in his hands. The Doctor immediately slammed the door upon him, and this rendered me easily fit for a lunatic asylum. I cried into my pillow, and wondered if the Doctor would come and kill me. But he took no notice of me whatever. I could hear the Virginian"s convulsions through the door, and also the Doctor furiously making his toilet within three feet of my head; and I lay quite still with my face the other way, for I was really afraid to look at him. When I heard him walk to the door in his boots, I ventured to peep; and there he was, going out with his bag in his hand. As I still continued to lie, weak and sore, and with a mind that had ceased all operation, the Virginian"s door opened. He was clean and dressed and decent, but the devil still sported in his eye. I have never seen a creature more irresistibly handsome.
Then my mind worked again. "You"ve gone and done it," said I. "He"s packed his valise. He"ll not sleep here."
The Virginian looked quickly out of the door. "Why, he"s leavin" us!" he exclaimed. "Drivin" away right now in his little old buggy!" He turned to me, and our eyes met solemnly over this large fact. I thought that I perceived the faintest tincture of dismay in the features of Judge Henry"s new, responsible, trusty foreman. This was the first act of his administration. Once again he looked out at the departing missionary.
"Well," he vindictively stated, "I cert"nly ain"t goin" to run afteh him." And he looked at me again.
"Do you suppose the Judge knows?" I inquired.
He shook his head. "The windo" shades is all down still oveh yondeh." He paused. "I don"t care," he stated, quite as if he had been ten years old. Then he grinned guiltily. "I was mighty respectful to him all night."
"Oh, yes, respectful! Especially when you invited him to turn his wolf loose."
The Virginian gave a joyous gulp. He now came and sat down on the edge of my bed. "I spoke awful good English to him most of the time," said he. "I can, y"u know, when I cinch my attention tight on to it. Yes, I cert"nly spoke a lot o" good English. I didn"t understand some of it myself!"
He was now growing frankly pleased with his exploit. He had builded so much better than he knew. He got up and looked out across the crystal world of light. "The Doctor is at one-mile crossing," he said. "He"ll get breakfast at the N-lazy-Y." Then he returned and sat again on my bed, and began to give me his real heart. "I never set up for being better than others. Not even to myself. My thoughts ain"t apt to travel around making comparisons. And I shouldn"t wonder if my memory took as much notice of the meannesses I have done as of--as of the other actions. But to have to sit like a dumb lamb and let a stranger tell y"u for an hour that yu"re a hawg and a swine, just after you have acted in a way which them that know the facts would call pretty near white--"
[Footnote 3: Reprinted from Mr. Owen Wister"s "The Virginian."
Copyright, 1902-1904, by The Macmillan Company.]
AN APRIL ARIA
BY R.K. MUNKITTRICK
Now, in the shimmer and sheen that dance on the leaf of the lily, Causing the bud to explode, and gilding the poodle"s chinchilla, Gladys cavorts with the rake, and hitches the string to the lattice, While with the trowel she digs, and gladdens the heart of the shanghai.
Now, while the vine twists about the ribs of the cast-iron Pallas, And, on the zephyr afloat, the halcyon soul of the borax Blends with the scent of the soap, the brush of the white-washer"s flying E"en as the chicken-hawk flies when ready to light on its quarry.
Out in the leaf-dappled wood the dainty hepatica"s blowing, While the fiend hammers the rug from Ispahan, Lynn, or Woonsocket, And the grim furnace is out, and over the ash heap and bottles Capers the "Billy" in glee, becanning his innermost Billy.
Now the blue pill is on tap, and likewise the sarsaparilla, And on the fence and the barn, quite worthy of S. Botticelli, Frisk the lithe leopard and gnu, in malachite, purple, and crimson, That we may know at a glance the circus is out on the rampage.
Put then the flannels away and trot out the old linen duster, Pack the bob-sled in the barn, and bring forth the baseball and racket, For the spry Spring is on deck, performing her roseate breakdown Unto the tune of the van that rattles and bangs on the cobbles.
MEDITATIONS OF A MARINER[4]
BY WALLACE IRWIN
A-watchin" how the sea behaves For hours and hours I sit; And I know the sea is full o" waves-- I"ve often noticed it.
For on the deck each starry night The wild waves and the tame I counts and knows "em all by sight And some of "em by name.
And then I thinks a cove like me Ain"t got no right to roam; For I"m homesick when I puts to sea And seasick when I"m home.
[Footnote 4: From "Nautical Lays of a Landsman," by Wallace Irwin.
Copyright, 1904, by Dodd, Mead & Co.]
VICTORY[5]
BY TOM Ma.s.sON
I turned to the dictionary For a word I couldn"t spell, And closed the book when I found it And dipped my pen in the well.
Then I thought to myself, "How was it?"
With a sense of inward pain, And still "twas a little doubtful, So I turned to the book again.
This time I remarked, "How easy!"
As I muttered each letter o"er, But when I got to the inkwell "Twas gone, as it went before.
Then I grabbed that dictionary And I sped its pages through, And under my nose I put it With that doubtful word in view.
I held it down with my body While I gripped that pen quite fast, And I howled, as I traced each letter: "I"ve got you now, _at last_!"
[Footnote 5: Lippincott"s Magazine.]
THE FAMILY HORSE
BY FREDERICK S. COZZENS
I have bought me a horse. As I had obtained some skill in the _manege_ during my younger days, it was a matter of consideration to have a saddle-horse. It surprised me to find good saddle-horses very abundant soon after my consultation with the stage proprietor upon this topic.
There were strange saddle-horses to sell almost every day. One man was very candid about his horse: he told me, if his horse had a blemish, he wouldn"t wait to be asked about it; he would tell it right out; and, if a man didn"t want him then, he needn"t take him. He also proposed to put him on trial for sixty days, giving his note for the amount paid him for the horse, to be taken up in case the animal were returned. I asked him what were the princ.i.p.al defects of the horse. He said he"d been fired once, because they thought he was spavined; but there was no more spavin to him than there was to a fresh-laid egg--he was as sound as a dollar.
I asked him if he would just state what were the defects of the horse.
He answered, that he once had the pink-eye, and added, "now that"s honest." I thought so, but proceeded to question him closely. I asked him if he had the bots. He said, not a bot. I asked him if he would go.
He said he would go till he dropped down dead; just touch him with a whip, and he"ll jump out of his hide. I inquired how old he was. He answered, just eight years, exactly--some men, he said, wanted to make their horses younger than they be; he was willing to speak right out, and own up he was eight years. I asked him if there were any other objections. He said no, except that he was inclined to be a little gay; "but," he added, "he is so kind, a child can drive him with a thread." I asked him if he was a good family horse. He replied that no lady that ever drew rein over him would be willing to part with him. Then I asked him his price. He answered that no man could have bought him for one hundred dollars a month ago, but now he was willing to sell him for seventy-five, on account of having a note to pay. This seemed such a very low price, I was about saying I would take him, when Mrs.
Sparrowgra.s.s whispered that I had better _see the horse first_. I confess I was a little afraid of losing my bargain by it, but, out of deference to Mrs. S., I did ask to see the horse before I bought him. He said he would fetch him down. "No man," he added, "ought to buy a horse unless he"s saw him." When the horse came down, it struck me that, whatever his qualities might be, his personal appearance was against him. One of his fore legs was shaped like the handle of our punch-ladle, and the remaining three legs, about the fetlock, were slightly bunchy.
Besides, he had no tail to brag of; and his back had a very hollow sweep from his high haunches to his low shoulder-blades. I was much pleased, however, with the fondness and pride manifested by his owner, as he held up, by both sides of the bridle, the rather longish head of his horse, surmounting a neck shaped like a pea-pod, and said, in a sort of triumphant voice, "three-quarters blood!" Mrs. Sparrowgra.s.s flushed up a little when she asked me if I intended to purchase _that_ horse, and added, that, if I did, she would never want to ride. So I told the man he would not suit me. He answered by suddenly throwing himself upon his stomach across the backbone of his horse, and then, by turning round as on a pivot, got up a-straddle of him; then he gave his horse a kick in the ribs that caused him to jump out with all his legs, like a frog, and then off went the spoon-legged animal with a gait that was not a trot, nor yet precisely pacing. He rode around our gra.s.s plot twice, and then pulled his horse"s head up like the c.o.c.k of a musket. "That," said he, "is _time_." I replied that he did seem to go pretty fast. "Pretty fast!" said his owner. "Well, do you know Mr. ----?" mentioning one of the richest men in our village. I replied that I was acquainted with him. "Well," said he, "you know his horse?" I replied that I had no personal acquaintance with him. "Well," said he, "he"s the fastest horse in the county--jist so--I"m willin" to admit it. But do you know I offered to put my horse agin" his to trot? I had no money to put up, or rayther, to spare; but I offered to trot him, horse agin" horse, and the winner to take both horses, and I tell you--_he wouldn"t do it!_"
Mrs. Sparrowgra.s.s got a little nervous, and twitched me by the skirt of the coat "Dear," said she, "let him go." I a.s.sured her that I would not buy the horse, and told the man firmly I would not buy him. He said, very well--if he didn"t suit "twas no use to keep a-talkin": but he added, he"d be down agin" with another horse, next morning, that belonged to his brother; and if he didn"t suit me, then I didn"t want a horse. With this remark he rode off....
"It rains very hard," said Mrs. Sparrowgra.s.s, looking out of the window next morning. Sure enough, the rain was sweeping broadcast over the country, and the four Sparrowgra.s.sii were flattening a quartet of noses against the window-panes, believing most faithfully the man would bring the horse that belonged to his brother, in spite of the elements. It was hoping against hope; no man having a horse to sell will trot him out in a rainstorm, unless he intend to sell him at a bargain--but childhood is so credulous! The succeeding morning was bright, however, and down came the horse. He had been very cleverly groomed, and looked pleasant under the saddle. The man led him back and forth before the door. "There, "squire, "s as good a hos as ever stood on iron." Mrs. Sparrowgra.s.s asked me what he meant by that. I replied, it was a figurative way of expressing, in horse-talk, that he was as good a horse as ever stood in shoe-leather. "He"s a handsome hos, "squire," said the man. I replied that he did seem to be a good-looking animal; but, said I, "he does not quite come up to the description of a horse I have read." "Whose hos was it?" said he. I replied it was the horse of Adonis. He said he didn"t know him; but, he added, "there is so many hosses stolen, that the descriptions are stuck up now pretty common." To put him at his ease (for he seemed to think I suspected him of having stolen the horse), I told him the description I meant had been written some hundreds of years ago by Shakespeare, and repeated it:
"Round-hooft, short-joynted, fetlocks s.h.a.g and long, Broad breast, full eyes, small head, and nostrils wide, High crest, short ears, straight legs, and pa.s.sing strong, Thin mane, thick tail, broad b.u.t.tock, tender hide."