The girl could not realize what part she should have with a disgraceful row in the barnyard of her uncle"s farm.
"Yes, these men--they"re regular tramps; I told Richards so the first time I set eyes on "em--they made a little free with your name, and Art he overheard them and he went for "em, and they both come at him, two to one, and he lammed both out in a minute--so Richards says. Now I call that splendid; don"t you? A young feller that"ll stand up for his girl ag"in two big tramps----"
The Major had been motioning for Edith to drive on down toward the gate, and she seized the chance for escape. Her lips quivered with shame and anger. It seemed already as if she had been splashed with mire.
"Oh, the vulgar creatures!" she said, in her throat, her teeth shut tight.
"There, isn"t that a fine field?" asked the Major, as he pointed to the cabbages. "There is a chance for an American imitator of Monet--those purple-brown deeps and those gray-blue-pink pearl tints--What"s the matter, my dear?" he broke off to ask. "Are you ill?"
"No, no, only let"s go home," she said, the tears coming into her eyes.
He got in hastily.
"My dear, you are really ill. What"s the matter? Has your old enemy the headache--" He put his arm about her tenderly.
"No, no! I"m sick of this place--I wish I"d never seen it! How could those dreadful men fight about me? It"s horrible!"
The Major whistled.
"Oh, ho! that"s got around to you, has it? I didn"t know it myself until yesterday; I was hoping it wouldn"t reach you at all. I wouldn"t mind it, my dear. It"s the shadow every lovely woman throws, no matter where she walks; it"s only your shadow that has pa.s.sed over the cesspool."
"But I can"t even bear that; it seems like a part of me. What do you suppose they said of me?" she asked, in morbid curiosity.
"Now, now, dearest, to know that would be stepping into the muck after your shadow; the talk of such men is unimaginable to you."
"You don"t mean Mr. Ramsey?"
"No; Mr. Ramsey is a different sort of man, and I don"t suppose anything else would have brought him to blows with those rough men."
They sat looking straight forward.
"Oh, it"s horrible, horrible!"
Her uncle tightened his arm about her.
"I suppose the knowledge of such lower deeps must come to you some day, but don"t seek it now; I"ve told you all you ought to know. Ramsey meant well," he went on, after a silence, "but such things do little good, not enough to pay for the outlay of self-respect. He can"t control their talk when he"s out of hearing."
"But I supposed that if a woman was--good--I mean--I didn"t know that men talked in that way about girls--like me. How could they?"
The abyss still fascinated her.
"My dear, such men are only half civilized. They have all the pa.s.sions of animals, and all the vices of men. Ramsey was too hot-headed; their words do not count; they weren"t worth whipping."
There was a little silence. They were nearing the mountains again, and both raised their eyes to the peaks deeply shadowed in Tyrian purple.
"I know how you feel, I think," the Major went on, "but the best thing to do is to forget it. I"m sorry Ramsey fought. To walk into a gang of rough men like that is foolish and dangerous too, for the ruffian is generally the best man physically, I"m sorry to say."
"It was brave, though, don"t you think so?" she asked.
He looked at her quickly.
"Oh, yes; it was brave and very youthful."
She smiled a little for the first time.
"I guess I like youth."
"In that case I"ll have to promote him for it," he said with a smile that made her look away toward the mountains again.
V.
Saulisbury took a sudden turn to friendliness, and defended the action when the Major related the story that night at the dinner table, as they were seated over their coffee and cigars. He was dining with the Saulisburys.
"It"s uncommon plucky, that"s what I think, d"ye kneow. By Jeove, I didn"t think the young dog had it in him, really. He did one fellow up with a bucket, they say, and met the other fellow with his left. Where did the young beggah get his science?"
"At college, I suppose."
"But I suppeosed these little Western colleges were a milk-and-wahta sawt of thing, ye kneow--Baptist and Christian Endeavor, and all that, ye kneow."
"Oh, no," laughed the Major. "They are not so benighted as that. They give a little attention to the elementary studies, though I believe athletics do come second on the curriculum."
"Well, the young dog seems to have made some use of his chawnce," said Saulisbury, who had dramatized the matter in his own way, and saw Ramsey doing the two men up in accordance with Queensberry rules. "I wouldn"t hawf liked the jobe meself, do ye kneow. They"re forty years apiece, and as hard as nails."
Mrs. Saulisbury looked up from her walnuts.
"Sam is ready to carry the olive club to Mr. Ramsey. "The poor beggar,"
as he has called him all along, will be a gentleman from this time forward."
After the Major had gone, Saulisbury said:
"There"s one thing the Majah was careful note to mention, my deah. Why should this young fellow be going abeout defending the good name of his niece? Do ye kneow, my deah, I fancy the young idiot is in love with her."
"Well, suppose he is?"
"But, my deah! In England, you kneow, it wouldn"t mattah; it would be a case of hopeless devotion. But as I understand things heah, it may become awkward. Don"t ye think so, love?"
"It depends upon the young man. Edith could do worse than marry a good, clean, wholesome fellow like that."
"Good gracious! You deon"t allow your mind to go that fah?"
"Why, certainly! I"d much rather she"d marry a strong young workingman than some burnt-out third-generation wreck of her own set in the city."
"But the fellow has no means."
"He has muscle and brains, and besides, she has something of her own."
Saulisbury filled his pipe slowly.