Wayside Courtships

Chapter 30

"I reckon you do."

"Oh, I"m so glad!"

As they stepped out on the platform, a large man in corduroy and wolf-skin faced them like a bandit.

"h.e.l.lo, Ed!"

"h.e.l.lo, Jack! Well, we"ve found you. My wife, Mr. Ridgeley. We"ve come up to find out how much you"ve embezzled," he said, as Ridgeley pulled off an immense glove to shake hands all round.



"Well, come right over to the hotel. It ain"t the Auditorium, but then, again, it ain"t like sleeping outdoors."

As they moved along they heard the train go off, and then the sound of the saw resumed its domination of the village noises.

"Was the town named after you, or you after the town?" asked Field.

"Named after me. Old man didn"t want it named after him; would kill it,"

he said.

Mr. and Mrs. Field found the hotel quite comfortable and the dinner wholesome. They beamed upon each other.

"It"s going to be delightful," they said.

Ridgeley was a bachelor, and found his home at the hotel also. That night he said: "Now we"ll go over the papers and records of your uncle"s property, and then we"ll go out and see if the property is all there. I imagine this is to be a searching investigation."

"You may well think it. My wife is inexorable."

As night fell, the wife did not feel so safe and well pleased. The loud talking in the office below and the occasional whooping of a crowd of mill hands going by made her draw her chair nearer and lay her fingers in her husband"s palm.

He smiled indulgently. "Don"t be frightened, my dear. These men are not half so bad as they sound."

II.

Mrs. Field sat in the inner room of Ridgeley"s office, waiting for the return of her husband with the team. They were going out for a drive.

Ridgeley was working at his books, and he had forgotten her presence.

She could not but feel a deep admiration for his powerful frame and his quick, absorbed action as he moved about from his safe to his desk. He was a man of great force and ready decision.

Suddenly the door opened and a man entered. He had a sullen and bitter look on his thin, dark face. Ridgeley"s quick eyes measured him, and his hand softly turned the key in his money drawer, and as he faced about he swung shut the door of the safe.

The stranger saw all this with eyes as keen as Ridgeley"s. A cheerless and strange smile came upon his face.

"Don"t be alarmed," he said. "I"m low, but I ain"t as low as that."

"Well, sir, what can I do for you?" asked Ridgeley. Mrs. Field half rose, and her heart beat terribly. She felt something tense and strange in the att.i.tude of the two men.

But the man only said, "You can give me a job if you want to."

Ridgeley remained alert. He ran his eyes over the man"s tall frame. He looked strong and intelligent, although his eyes were fevered and dull.

"What kind of a job?"

"Any kind that will take me out into the woods and keep me there," the man replied.

There was a self-accusing tone in his voice that Ridgeley felt.

"What"s your object? You look like a man who could do something else.

What brings you here?"

The man turned with a sudden resolution to punish himself. His voice expressed a terrible loathing.

"Whisky, that"s what. It"s a h.e.l.l of a thing to say, but I can"t let liquor alone when I can smell it. I"m no common hand, or I wouldn"t be if I--But let that go. I can swing an axe, and I"m ready to work. That"s enough. Now the question is, can you find a place for me?"

Ridgeley mused a little. The young fellow stood there, statuesque, rebellious.

Then Ridgeley said, "I guess I can help you out that much." He picked up a card and a pencil. "What shall I call you?"

"Oh, call me Williams; that ain"t my name, but it"ll do."

"What you been doing?"

"Everything part of the time, drinking the rest. Was in a livery stable down at Wausau last week. It came over me, when I woke yesterday, that I was gone to h.e.l.l if I stayed in town. So I struck out; and I don"t care for myself, but I"ve got a woman to look out for--" He stopped abruptly.

His recklessness of mood had its limits, after all.

Ridgeley penciled on a card. "Give this to the foreman of No. 6. The men over at the mill will show you the teams."

The man started toward the door with the card in his hand. He turned suddenly.

"One thing more. I want you to send ten dollars of my pay every two weeks to this address." He took an envelope out of his pocket. "It don"t matter what I say or do after this, I want that money sent. The rest will keep me in tobacco and clothing. You understand?"

Ridgeley nodded. "Perfectly. I"ve seen such cases before."

The man went out and down the walk with a hurried, determined air, as if afraid of his own resolution.

As Ridgeley turned toward his desk he met Mrs. Field, who faced him with tears of fervent sympathy in her eyes.

"Isn"t it awful?" she said, in a half whisper. "Poor fellow, what will become of him?"

"Oh, I don"t know. He"ll get along some way. Such fellows do. I"ve had "em before. They try it a while here; then they move. I can"t worry about them."

Mrs. Field was not listening to his shifty words. "And then, think of his wife--how she must worry."

Ridgeley smiled. "Perhaps it"s his mother or a sister."

"Anyway it"s awful. Can"t something be done for him?"

"I guess we"ve done about all that can be done."

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