""Meaning by "we"?"
""The citizens of Eucalyptus as a body. My name"s William Anderson: Captain Bill they call me. I was one of the first settlers in Eucalyptus. I"ve seen it high, and I"ve seen it low. And I"m going to be the last man to quit; that"s the captain"s place. And when I say this or that is public opinion in Eucalyptus, it"s got to be.
I drink to your health, Doctor."
""Thank you," said I. "Then I may count on your silence? The poor chap is so powerfully set on crossing the Rockies and getting to close quarters with some real wickedness, that to tell him the truth might shorten the few days he has left."
"Captain Bill smiled grimly.
""Wickedness? Lord love you! _He_ couldn"t see any. He"d go through "Frisco, and out at the far end, without so much as guessing the place had a seamy side to it. His innocence," pursued the captain, "is unusual. I guess that"s why we"re taking so much care of him.
But I must say you"ve been spry."
""Upon my word, I can"t at this moment make head or tail of the business. I met Miss Montmorency on the road--"
""I guess she was looking like a Montmorency, too. Flyheel Flo is her name hereabouts; alluding to her former profession of circus-rider. Perhaps I"d better put the facts straight for you."
""I wish you would."
""Well, it"ll be about two months back that the Bishop came to Eucalyptus. We were most of us here in Simpson"s bar when the coach drove up at nine o"clock--same time as it dropped you last night--and we loafed out to have a look. There was only one pa.s.senger got down; and he seemed of no account--a weedy-looking youngster with a small valise--looked like he might have come to be bartender to one of the small saloons. It was dark out there, you understand: nothing to see by but the lamps of the coach and the light of the doorway; besides which the fellow was pretty well m.u.f.fled up in a heavy coat and wraps. Anyway he didn"t seem worth a second look; so when the coach moved on we just sauntered back here, and I don"t reckon there was a man in the room knew he"d followed us till he lifted up that reedy voice of his. "Gentlemen," he piped out, "would some one of you be kind enough to direct me to a nice, comfortable lodging?"
Old Huz-and-Buz was drinking here with his back to the door.
"Great Caesar"s ghost!" he called out, dropping his gla.s.s, "what "n thunder"s that?" "Gentlemen," pipes up the young man again, "I am a stranger, this moment arrived by the coach; and it would be a real kindness to direct me to a comfortable lodging." By this time he"d unwound the m.u.f.fler about his neck and unb.u.t.toned his outer wraps generally, and we saw he was rigged out in genuine sky-pilot"s uniform. We hadn"t seen one of that profession in Eucalyptus for more"n two years. "I"m afraid, your reverence," says one of the boys, mimicking the poor lad"s talk, "I"m afraid the accommodation of this camp will hardly reach up to your style. I guess what _you_ want is a cosy little nook with a bra.s.s knocker and a nice motherly woman to look after you. You oughter have sent the munic.i.p.ality word you was coming." "Thank you," answers the poor boy, as serious as can be; "of course I shall be glad of such comforts, but I a.s.sure you they are not indispensable. I"m an old campaigner," he says, drawing himself up to his poor little height and smiling proud-like. I tell you, that knocked the wind out of our sails. It was too big to laugh at. We just stuck for half a minute and looked at him, till the mischief put it into old Huz-and-Buz"s head to cackle out, "Better send him right along to Flyheel Flo!" This put up a laugh, and I saw in half a minute that the proposition had caught on.
It struck me as sort of funny, too, at the time. So I steps forward and says, "I know a lady who"d likely take you in and fix you up comfortable. This kind of thing ain"t exactly in her line; but no doubt she"ll put herself out to oblige a minister, specially if you take her a letter of introduction from me. Miss Florence Montmorency"s her name, and she lives at No. 67 along the street here. Here, pa.s.s along the ink-bottle and a pen," I says (for, barring Huz-and-Buz, I was about the only sinner present that hadn"t forgotten how to spell); and inside of five minutes I"d fixed up the letter to Flo, and a dandy doc.u.ment it was! He took it and thanked me like as if it was a school prize; and I guess "twas then it began to break in on me that we"d been playing it pretty low on the innocent. However, Pete caught up his valise, and two or three of us saw him along to Flo"s door, and waited out on the sidewalk while he knocked. At the second knock Flo came down and let him in. I saw him lift his hat, and heard him begin with "I believe I am addressing Miss Montmorency"; and what Flo was making ready to say in answer I"d give a dollar at this moment to know. But she looked over his shoulder, and with the tail of her eye glimpsed us outside, and wasn"t going to show her hand before the boys. So quick as thought she pulls the youngster in, with his valise, and shuts the door.
""Well, _sir_, we cooled our heels outside there for a spell, but nothing occurred. So at last we made tracks back here to the saloon, owning to ourselves that Flo didn"t need to be taught how to receive a surprise party. "But," says I, "you"ll have the minister back here before long; and I antic.i.p.ate he"ll ask questions." I"d hardly said the words before the door flung open behind me. It wasn"t the youngster, though, but Flo herself; and a flaming rage she was in.
"See here, boys," she begins, "this is a dirty game, and you"d better be ashamed of yourselves! I"m ashamed of you, Bill, anyway," she says, tossing me back my letter; and then, turning short round on Huz-and-Buz, "If old Iniquity, here, started the racket, it"s nateral to him: he had a decent woman once for his wife, _and beat her_.
But there"s others of you oughter know that your same reasons for thinking light of a woman are reasons against driving the joke too hard." "You"re right, Flo," says I, "and I beg your pardon."
"I dunno that I"ll grant it," she says. "Lord knows," she says, "It ain"t for any of us here to be heaving dirt at each other; but I will say you oughter be feeling mean, the way you"ve served that young man. Why, boys," she says, opening her eyes wide, like as if "twas a thing unheard of, "he"s _good_! And oh, boys, he"s sick, too!" "Is he so?" I says; "I feel cheap." "You oughter," says she.
"What"s to be done?" says I. "Well, the first thing," she says, "that you"ve got to do is to come right along and paint my fence"; then, seeing I looked a bit puzzled--"Some of you boys have taken the liberty to write up some pretty free compliments about my premises; and as the most of you was born before spelling-bees came in fashion, I don"t want my new boarder to come down to-morrow and form his own opinion about your education." Well, sir, we went off in a party and knocked up old Peter, and got a pot of paint, and t.i.tivated No. 67 by the light of a couple of lanterns; and the Bishop--as we came to call him--sleeping the sleep of the just upstairs all the time.
_Un_fortunately, Peter had made a mistake and given us green paint instead of blue, and by that light none of us could tell the difference; so I guess the Bishop next morning allowed that Miss Montmorency had ideas of her own on "mural decoration," as Huz-and-Buz calls it. When we got the job fixed, Flo steps inside the gate, and says she, looking over it, "Boys, I"m grateful.
And now I"m going to play a lone hand, and I look to you not to interfere. Good night." From that day to this, sir, she"s kept straight, and held off the drink in a manner you wouldn"t credit.
The Bishop, he thinks her an angel on earth; and to see them promenading down the sidewalk arm-in-arm of an afternoon is as good as a dime exhibition. I"m bound to own the boys act up. You wait till you see her pa.s.s, and the way the hats fly off. Old Huz-and-Buz came pretty near to getting lynched the first week, for playing the smarty and drawling out as they went by, "Miss Montmorency, I believe?" to imitate the way in which the Bishop introduced himself.
I guess he won"t be humorous again for a considerable spell.
And now, Doctor, I hope I"ve put the facts straight for you?"
""You have," I answered, draining my gla.s.s; "and they do several people credit."
""Wait a bit. You haven"t heard what I"m coming to. That young man is poor."
""So I gather."
""And I"m speaking now in the name of the boys. There was a meeting held just now, while you were dropping your card on the Bishop; and I"m to tell you, as deputy, that trouble ain"t to be spared over him.
It"s a hopeless case; but you hear--trouble ain"t to be spared; and the munic.i.p.ality foots the--"
""Hold hard, there," I broke in; and told him how the land lay.
When I"d done he held out a huge but well-shaped hand, palm upwards.
""Put it there," he said.
"We shook hands, and walked together (still to the strain of "Juliana") as far as the Necropolis gate. I observed that several citizens appeared at the doors of the saloons along our route, and looked inquiringly at Captain Bill, who answered in each case with a wink.
""That pa.s.ses you," he explained, "for the freedom of Eucalyptus City, as you"d say at home. When you want it, you"ve only to come and fetch it--in a pail. You"re among friends."
"He backed up this a.s.surance by shaking my hand a second time, and with great fervour. And so we parted.
"As I neared the spring on my homeward road I saw Miss Montmorency standing beside the track, awaiting me. She looked decidedly better, and handed me back my handkerchief, almost dry and neatly folded.
""And how did you find him?" she asked.
"I told her.
""We allowed it was that--the boys and I. We allowed he wouldn"t last out the fall. Did you meet any of the boys?"
""I"ve been having a short drink and a long talk with Captain Bill."
"She nodded her head, breaking off to clap both palms to her temples.
""My! It does ache! I"m powerful glad you seen Bill. Now you know the worst o" me and we can start fair. I allowed, first along, that I play this hand alone; but now you"ve got to help. Now and then I catch myself weakening. It"s dreadful choky, sitting by the hour and filling up that poor innocent with lies. And the eyes of him!"
(she stamped her foot): "I could whip his father and mother for having no more sense than to let him start. Doctor, you"ll have to help.""
"I rode down to Eucalyptus again next morning and found the Bishop seated and talking with Miss Montmorency in the gaudy little parlour.
""We were just going out for a walk together," he explained, as we shook hands.
""And now you"ll just have to walk out with the Doctor instead; and serve you right for talking foolishness." She moved towards the door.
""Doctor," he said, "I wish you would make her listen. I feel much better to-day--altogether a different man. If this improvement continues, I shall start in a week at the farthest. And I was trying to tell her--Doctor, you can have no notion of her goodness.
"I was a stranger and she took me in"--"
"Miss Montmorency, with her hand on the door, turned sharply round at this, and shot a queer sort of look at me. I thought she was going to speak; but she didn"t.
""Excuse me," I said to the Bishop, as the door closed, "but that"s your Bible, I take it, on the table yonder. May I have it for a moment?"
"I picked it up and followed Miss Montmorency, whom I found just outside on the landing.
""What"s the meaning of it?" she demanded, very low and fierce.
""I guessed that text had jerked you a bit. No, I haven"t given you away. He was talking out of the Bible." I found the place for her.
"You"d better take it to your room and read the whole pa.s.sage," said I, and went back to the parlour.
""I have lent your Bible to Miss Montmorency," I said.
"The Bishop seemed lost in thought, but made no remark until we were outside the house and starting for our short walk. Then he laid a hand on my arm. "Forgive me," he said; "I had no idea you were earnest in these matters."
"I was for putting in a disclaimer, but he went on:
""She has a soul to save--a very precious soul. Mark you, if works could save a soul, hers would be secure. And I have thought sometimes G.o.d cannot judge her harshly; for consider of how much value the life of one such woman must be in such a community as this!
You should observe how the men respect her. And yet we have the divine a.s.surance that works without grace are naught; and her carelessness on sacred matters is appalling. If, when I am gone"-- and it struck me sharply that not only the western mountains but the cemetery gate lay in the direction of his nod, and that the gate lay nearer--"if you could speak to her now and then--ah, you can hardly guess how it would rejoice me some day when I return, bearing"--and his voice sank here--"bearing, please G.o.d, my sheaves with me!"