Lin McLean.........................................................................................................................................................1

Owen Wister............................................................................................................................................1

DEDICATION .........................................................................................................................................1

HOW LIN McLEAN WENT EAST ........................................................................................................1

THE WINNING OF THE BISCUITSHOOTER .................................................................................18

LIN McLEAN'S HONEYMOON.......................................................................................................34

A JOURNEY IN SEARCH OF CHRISTMAS.....................................................................................48

SEPAR'S VIGILANTE ..........................................................................................................................67

DESTINY AT DRYBONE .................................................................................................................................97

PART I ...................................................................................................................................................97

PART II ................................................................................................................................................102

PART III..............................................................................................................................................109

PART IV..............................................................................................................................................123

IN THE AFTERDAYS ......................................................................................................................124

In the old days, the happy days, when Wyoming was a Territory with a future instead of a State with a past,

and the unfenced cattle grazed upon her ranges by prosperous thousands, young Lin McLean awaked early

one morning in cow camp, and lay staring out of his blankets upon the world. He would be twentytwo this

week. He was the youngest cowpuncher in camp. But because he could break wild horses, he was earning

more dollars a month than any man there, except one. The cook was a more indispensable person. None save

the cook was up, so far, this morning. Lin's brother punchers slept about him on the ground, some motionless,

some shifting their prone heads to burrow deeper from the increasing day. The busy work of spring was over,

that of the fall, or beef roundup, not yet come. It was midJuly, a lull for these hardriding bachelors of the

saddle, and many unspent dollars stood to Mr. McLean's credit on the ranch books.

The long range of the mountains lifted clear in the air. They slanted from the purple folds and furrows of the

pines that richly cloaked them, upward into rock and grassy bareness until they broke remotely into bright

peaks, and filmed into the distant lavender of the north and the south. On their western side the streams ran

into Snake or into Green River, and so at length met the Pacific. On this side, Wind River flowed forth from

them, descending out of the Lake of the Painted Meadows. A mere troutbrook it was up there at the top of

the divide, with easy riffles and steppingstones in many places; but down here, outside the mountains, it was

become a streaming avenue, a broadening course, impetuous between its two tall green walls of

cottonwoodtrees. And so it wound away like a vast green ribbon across the lilacgray sagebrush and the

He unrolled himself from his bed, and brought from the garments that made his pillow a few toilet articles.

He got on his long boy legs and limped blithely to the margin. In the mornings his slight lameness was

always more visible. The camp was at Bull Lake Crossing, where the fork from Bull Lake joins Wind River.

Here Lin found some convenient shinglestones, with dark, deepish water against them, where he plunged

his face and energetically washed, and came up with the short curly hair shining upon his round head. After

enough looks at himself in the dark water, and having knotted a clean, jaunty handkerchief at his throat, he

returned with his slight limp to camp, where they were just sitting at breakfast to the rear of the cookshelf of

"My spring crop," remarked young Lin, rounding on this last one, "has juicier prospects than that rateaten

But the camp laugh remained on the side of young Lin till breakfast was ended, when the ranch foreman rode

The experienced foreman noticed the boy's holiday appearance. "I understand you're tired of work," he

The foreman touched the boy's pretty handkerchief. "Well, I have a way of taking things in at a glance," said

"My system's full of it," replied Lin, grinning. As the foreman stood thinking, he added, "And I'd like my

"Nonot meaning any offence. Catch up your horse. I want to make the post before it gets hot."

The foreman had come down the river from the ranch at Meadow Creek, and the post, his goal, was Fort

Washakie. All this part of the country formed the Shoshone Indian Reservation, where, by permission,

pastured the herds whose owner would pay Lin his time at Washakie. So the young cowpuncher flung on

"Solong!" he remarked to the camp, by way of farewell. He might never be going to see any of them again;

"If there's a new girl," said a third, "kiss her one for me, and tell her I'm handsomer than you."

"Say, Lin, why are you quittin' us so sudden, anyway?" asked the cook, grieved to lose him.

"If you pick up more than you can use, just can a little of it for me!" shouted the cook at the departing

This was the last of camp by Bull Lake Crossing, and in the foreman's company young Lin now took the road

"Brought my toothbrush," said Lin, showing it in the breastpocket of his flannel shirt.

"'Twas a nasty baby anyhow, And it only died to spite us; 'Twas afflicted with the cerebrow Spinal

They wound up out of the magic valley of Wind River, through the bastioned gullies and the gnomelike

mystery of dry watercourses, upward and up to the level of the huge sagebrush plain above. Behind lay the

deep valley they had climbed from, mighty, expanding, its trees like bushes, its cattle like pebbles, its

opposite side towering also to the edge of this upper plain. There it lay, another world. One step farther away

from its rim, and the two edges of the plain had flowed together over it like a closing sea, covering without a

"A man might think he'd dreamed he'd saw that place," said Lin to the foreman, and wheeled his horse to the

edge again. "She's sure there, though," he added, gazing down. For a moment his boy face grew thoughtful.

"Shucks!" said he then, abruptly, "where's any joy in money that's comin' till it arrives? I have most forgot the

He turned his horse away from the farwinding vision of the river, and took a sharp jog after the foreman,

who had not been waiting for him. Thus they crossed the eighteen miles of high plain, and came down to Fort

His roll of wages once jammed in his pocket like an old handkerchief, young Lin precipitated himself out of

the posttrader's store and away on his horse up the stream among the Shoshone tepees to an unexpected

entertainmenta wolfdance. He had meant to go and see what the new waitergirl at the hotel looked like,

but put this off promptly to attend the dance. This hospitality the Shoshone Indians were extending to some

visiting Ute friends, and the neighborhood was assembled to watch the ring of painted naked savages.

The posttrader looked after the galloping Lin. "What's he quitting his job for?" he asked the foreman.

"Never had a boy more so. Goodhearted, willing, a plumb daredevil with a horse."

"Came in the country about seventyeight, I believe, and rode for the Bordeaux Outfit most a year, and quit.

Blew in at Cheyenne till he went broke, and worked over on to the Platte. Rode for the C. Y. Outfit most a

year, and quit. Blew in at Buffalo. Rode for Balaam awhile on Butte Creek. Broke his leg. Went to the

Drybone Hospital, and when the fracture was commencing to knit pretty good he broke it again at the

hogranch across the bridge. Next time you're in Cheyenne get Dr. Barker to tell you about that. McLean

drifted to Green River last year and went up over on to Snake, and up Snake, and was around with a

prospecting outfit on Galena Creek by Pitchstone Canyon. Seems he got interested in some Dutchwoman up

there, but she had troubledied, I think they saidand he came down by Meteetsee to Wind River. He's

"If you need him," said the posttrader, closing his ledger, "you can offer him five more a month."

"Well, let him go. Have a cigar. The bishop is expected for Sunday, and I've got to see his room is fixed up

"He's better than that; he's a man," stated the foreman"at least so they tell me."

Now, saving an Indian dance, scarce any possible event at the Shoshone agency could assemble in one spot

so many sorts of inhabitants as a visit from this bishop. Inhabitants of four colors gathered to view the

wolfdance this afternoon red men, white men, black men, yellow men. Next day, three sorts came to

church at the agency. The Chinese laundry was absent. But because, indeed (as the foreman said), the bishop

was not only a good man but a man, Wyoming held him in respect and went to look at him. He stood in the

agency church and held the Episcopal service this Sunday morning for some brightly glittering army officers

and their families, some white cavalry, and some black infantry; the agency doctor, the posttrader, his

foreman, the government scout, three gamblers, the waitergirl from the hotel, the stagedriver, who was

there because she was; old Chief Washakie, whitehaired and royal in blankets, with two royal Utes splendid

beside him; one benchful of squatting Indian children, silent and marvelling; and, on the back bench, the

Mr. McLean's hours were already various and successful. Even at the wolfdance, before he had wearied of

its monotonous drumming and pageant, his roving eye had rested upon a girl whose eyes he caught resting

upon him. A look, an approach, a word, and each was soon content with the other. Then, when her duties

called her to the post from him and the stream's border, with a promise for next day he sought the hotel and

found the three gamblers anxious to make his acquaintance; for when a cowpuncher has his pay many

people will take an interest in him. The three gamblers did not know that Mr. McLean could play cards. He

left them late in the evening fat with their money, and sought the tepees of the Arapahoes. They lived across

the road from the Shoshones, and among their tents the boy remained until morning. He was here in church

now, keeping his promise to see the bishop with the girl of yesterday; and while he gravely looked at the

bishop, Miss Sabina Stone allowed his arm to encircle her waist. No soldier had achieved this yet, but Lin

was the first cowpuncher she had seen, and he had given her the handkerchief from round his neck.

The quiet air blew in through the windows and door, the pure, light breath from the mountains; only, passing

over their foothills it had caught and carried the clear aroma of the sagebrush. This it brought into church,

and with this seemed also to float the peace and great silence of the plains. The little melodeon in the corner,

played by one of the ladies at the post, had finished accompanying the hymn, and now it prolonged a few

closing chords while the bishop paused before his address, resting his keen eyes on the people. He was

dressed in a plain suit of black with a narrow black tie. This was because the Union Pacific Railroad, while it

had delivered him correctly at Green River, had despatched his robes towards Cheyenne.

"And he arose, and came to his father. But when he was yet a great way off, his father saw him, and had

The bishop told the story of that surpassing parable, and then proceeded to draw from it a discourse fitted to

the drifting destinies in whose presence he found himself for one solitary morning. He spoke unlike many

clergymen. His words were chiefly those which the people round him used, and his voice was more like

Miss Sabina Stone felt the arm of her cowpuncher loosen slightly, and she looked at him. But he was

looking at the bishop, no longer gravely but with wideopen eyes, alert. When the narrative reached the elder

brother in the field, and how he came to the house and heard sounds of music and dancing, Miss Stone drew

away from her companion and let him watch the bishop, since he seemed to prefer that. She took to reading

hymns vindictively. The bishop himself noted the sunbrowned boy face and the wideopen eyes. He was

too far away to see anything but the alert, listening position of the young cowpuncher. He could not discern

how that, after he had left the music and dancing and begun to draw morals, attention faded from those eyes

that seemed to watch him, and they filled with dreaminess. It was very hot in church. Chief Washakie went to

sleep, and so did a corporal; but Lin McLean sat in the same alert position till Miss Stone pulled him and

asked if he intended to sit down through the hymn. Then church was out. Officers, Indians, and all the people

dispersed through the great sunshine to their dwellings, and the cowpuncher rode beside Sabina in silence.

"What are you studying over, Mr. McLean?" inquired the lady, after a hundred yards.

"I guess I'll be late for settin' the colonel's table. Goodbye," said Sabina, quickly, and swished her whip

across the pony, who scampered away with her along the straight road across the plain to the post.

"Only," protested Sabina, "I ain't used to gentlemen taking me out and well, same as if I was a colliedog.

But she went riding with him up Trout Creek in the cool of the afternoon. Out of the Indian tepees, scattered

wide among the flat levels of sagebrush, smoke rose thin and gentle, and vanished. They splashed across the

many little running channels which lead water through that thirsty soil, and though the range of mountains

came no nearer, behind them the post, with its white, flat buildings and green trees, dwindled to a toy village.

"My! but it's far to everywheres here," exclaimed Sabina, "and it's little you're sayin' for yourself today, Mr.

McLean. I'll have to do the talking. What's that thing now, where the rocks are?"

"That's Little Wind River Canyon," said the young man. "Feel like goin' there, Miss Stone?"

"How many miles per hour do you figure that cayuse of yourn can travel?" Lin asked.

"What are you atalking about, anyway? You're that strange today," said the lady.

"Only if we try to make that canyon, I guess you'll be late settin' the colonel's table," Lin remarked, his hazel

eyes smiling upon her. "That is, if your horse ain't good for twenty miles an hour. Mine ain't, I know. But I'll

"You're the teasingest man" said Miss Stone, pouting. "I might have knowed it was ever so much further

"Well, I ain't sayin' I don't want to go, if yu' was desirous of campin' out tonight."

A sagehen rose under their horses' feet, and hurtled away heavily over the next rise of ground, taking a final

"Used to be in the woods between Lynn and Salem. Maybe the woods are gone by this time. Yes, they must

"We had music and dancing at Thanksgiving and such times," said Lin, his wiry length stretched on the grass

beside the seated Sabina. He was not looking at her, but she took a pleasure in watching him, his curly head

"Why, sure," said Lin, waking for a moment; "but I like your color best. A girl's eyes will mostly beat a

"Indeed, I don't think so!" exclaimed poor Sabina, too much expectant to perceive the fatal note of routine

with which her transient admirer pronounced this gallantry. He informed her that hers were like the sea, and

"Never?" said he. "It's a turruble pity you've never saw salt water. It's different from fresh. All around home

it's blueawful blue in July around Swampscott and Marblehead and Nahant, and around the islands. I've

swam there lots. Then our home bruck up and we went to board in Boston." He snapped off a flower in reach

Yesterday he had told her that sixteen miles to Lander was the farthest journey from the post that he intended

"I ain't got no folks," replied Lin, "barring a brother. I expect he is taking good care of himself."

"Well, I guess he would if there was anything to say. There ain't been nothin'."

Sabina thought they must have quarrelled, but learned that they had not. It was time for her now to return and

set the colonel's table, so Lin rose and went to bring her horse. When he had put her in her saddle she noticed

"Shucks!" said Lin. "It don't cramp my style any." He had sprung on his horse, ridden beside her, leaned and

"That's how," said he; and they took their homeward way galloping. "No," Lin continued, "Frank and me

never quarrelled. I just thought I'd have a look at this Western country. Frank, he thought drygoods was

good enough for him, and so we're both satisfied, I expect. And that's a lot of years now. Whoop ye!" he

suddenly sang out, and fired his sixshooter at a jackrabbit, who strung himself out flat and flew over the

Both dismounted at the paradeground gate, and he kissed her again when she was not looking, upon which

she very properly slapped him; and he took the horses to the stable. He sat down to tea at the hotel, and found

the meal consisted of black potatoes, gray tea, and a guttering dish of fat pork. But his appetite was good, and

he remarked to himself that inside the first hour he was in Boston he would have steamed Duxbury clams. Of

Sabina he never thought again, and it is likely that she found others to take his place. Fort Washakie was one

hundred and fifty miles from the railway, and men there were many and girls were few.

The next morning the other passengers entered the stage with resignation, knowing the thirtysix hours of

evil that lay before them. Lin climbed up beside the driver. He had a new trunk now.

"Leave it out of them," said the voice of the bishop, laughing, inside the stage.

It was a cool, fine air. Gazing over the huge plain down in which lies Fort Washakie, Lin heard the faint notes

of the trumpet on the parade ground, and took a goodbye look at all things. He watched the American flag

grow small, saw the circle of steam rising away down by the hot springs, looked at the bad lands beyond,

chemically pink and rose amid the vast, natural, quietcolored plain. Across the spreading distance Indians

trotted at wide spaces, generally two large bucks on one small pony, or a squaw and pappoosea bundle of

particolored rags. Presiding over the whole rose the mountains to the west, serene, lifting into the clearest

"Oh, I'll just look around back there for a spell," said Lin. "About a month, I guess."

He had seven hundred dollars. At Lander the horses are changed; and during this operation Lin's friends

gathered and said, where was any sense in going to Boston when you could have a good time where you

were? But Lin remained sitting safe on the stage. Toward evening, at the bottom of a little dry gulch some

eight feet deep, the horses decided it was a suitable place to stay. It was the bishop who persuaded them to

change their minds. He told the driver to give up beating, and unharness. Then they were led up the bank,

quivering, and a broken trace was spliced with rope. Then the stage was forced on to the level ground, the

bishop proving a strong man, familiar with the gear of vehicles. They crossed through the pass among the

quaking asps and the pines, and, reaching Pacific Springs, came down again into open country. That

afternoon the stage put its passengers down on the railroad platform at Green River; this was the route in

those days before the midwinter catastrophes of frozen passengers led to its abandonment. The bishop was

going west. His robes had passed him on the up stage during the night. When the reverend gentleman heard

this he was silent for a very short moment, and then laughed vigorously in the baggageroom.

"I can understand how you swear sometimes," he said to Lin McLean; "but I can't, you see. Not even at this."

"Goodbye and good luck to you," continued the bishop, giving his hand to Lin. "And look heredon't you

Lin gave a slightly shamefaced grin. "I don't guess I can, sir," he said. "I'm givin' yu' straight goods, yu' see,"

"That's right. But you look like a man who could stop when he'd had enough. Try that. You're man

He went to the hotel. There were several hours for Lin to wait. He walked up and down the platform till the

stars came out and the bright lights of the town shone in the saloon windows. Over across the way

"Wonder if the professor's there yet?" said Lin, and he went across the railroad tracks. The bartender nodded

to him as he passed through into the back room. In that place were many tables, and the flat clicking and

rattle of ivory counters sounded pleasantly through the music. Lin did not join the studpoker game. He stood

over a table at which sat a dealer and a player, very silent, opposite each other, and whereon were painted

sundry cards, numerals, and the colors red and black in squares. The legend "Jacks pay" was also clearly

painted. The player placed chips on whichever insignia of fortune he chose, and the dealer slid cards (quite

fairly) from the top of a pack that lay held within a skeleton case made with some clamped bands of tin.

Sometimes the player's pile of chips rose high, and sometimes his sumptuous pillar of gold pieces was

lessened by one. It was very interesting and pretty to see; Lin had much better have joined the game of

studpoker. Presently the eye of the dealer met the eye of the player. After that slight incident the player's

chip pile began to rise, and rose steadily, till the dealer made admiring comments on such a run of luck. Then

the player stopped, cashed in, and said goodnight, having nearly doubled the number of his gold pieces.

"Five dollars' worth," said Lin, sitting down in the vacant seat. The chips were counted out to him. He played

with unimportant shiftings of fortune until a short while before his train was due, and then, singularly enough,

"I guess I'll leave the train go without me," said Lin, buying five dollars" worth more of ivory counters. So

During the hour that followed his voice grew dogged and his remarks briefer, as he continually purchased

more chips from the now surprised and sympathetic dealer. It was really wonderful how steadily Lin lost

just as steadily as his predecessor had won after that meeting of eyes early in the evening.

When Lin was three hundred dollars out, his voice began to clear of its huskiness and a slight humor revolved

and sparkled in his eye. When his seven hundred dollars had gone to safer hands and he had nothing left at all

but some silver fractions of a dollar, his robust cheerfulness was all back again. He walked out and stood

among the railroad tracks with his hands in his pockets, and laughed at himself in the dark. Then his fingers

came on the check for Omaha, and he laughed loudly. The trunk by this hour must be nearing Rawlins; it was

"I'm following it, you bet," he declared, kicking the rail. "Not yet though. Nor I'll not go to Washakie to have

'em josh me. And yonder lays Boston." He stretched his arm and pointed eastward. Had he seen another man

going on in this fashion alone in the dark, among sidetracked freight cars, he would have pitied the poor

fool. "And I guess Boston'll have to get along without me for a spell, too," continued Lin. "A man don't want

to show up plumb broke like that younger son did after eatin' with the hogs the bishop told about. His father

was a Jimdandy, that hog chap's. Hustled around and set 'em up when he come back home. Frank, he'd say

to me 'How do you do, brother?' and he'd be wearin' a good suit o' clothes andno, sir, you bet!"

Lin now watched the great headlight of a freight train bearing slowly down into Green River from the

wilderness. Green River is the end of a division, an epoch in every train's journey. Lanterns swung signals,

the great dim thing slowed to its standstill by the coal chute, its locomotive moved away for a turn of repose,

the successor backed steaming to its place to tackle a night's work. Cars were shifted, heavily bumping and

"Hello!" responded Mr. McLean, perceiving above his head Honey Wiggin, a good friend of his. They had

"They claimed you got killed somewheres. I was sorry to hear it." Honey offered his condolence quite

From the mere undertone in their voices it was plain they were good friends, carefully hiding their pleasure at

The busy lanterns wagged among the switches, the steady lights of the saloons shone along the town's

wooden facade. From the bluffs that wall Green River the sweet, clean sagebrush wind blew down in

currents freshly through the coalsmoke. A wrench passed through the train from locomotive to caboose,

each fettered car in turn strained into motion and slowly rolled over the bridge and into silence from the

steam and the bells of the railroad yard. Through the open windows of the caboose great dullred cinders

rattled in, and the whistles of distant Union Pacific locomotives sounded over the open plains ominous and

Honey and Lin sat for a while, making few observations and far between, as their way is between whom

flows a stream of oldtime understanding. Mutual whiskey and silence can express much friendship, and

Now prospecting means hunting gold, except to such spirits as the boy Lin. To these it means finding gold.

So Lin McLean listened to the talk of his friend Honey Wiggin as the caboose trundled through the night. He

saw himself in a vision of the near future enter a bank and thump down a bag of golddust. Then he saw the

new, clean money the man would hand him in exchange, bills with round zeroes half covered by being folded

over, and heavy, satisfactory gold pieces. And then he saw the blue water that twinkles beneath Boston. His

fingers came again on his trunk check. He had his ticket, too. And as dawn now revealed the gray country to

him, his eye fell casually upon a milepost: "Omaha, 876." He began to watch for them:877, 878. But the

"Don't yu' hear 'em?" said Lin. "'Variety,' they keep asayin'. 'Variety, variety.' "

As the train moved into Evanston in the sunlight, a gleam of dismay shot over Lin's face, and he ducked his

head out of sight of the window, but immediately raised it again. Then he leaned out, waving his arm with a

certain defiant vigor. But the bishop on the platform failed to notice this performance, though it was done for

his sole benefit, nor would Lin explain to the inquisitive Wiggin what the matter was. Therefore, very

naturally, Honey drew a conclusion for himself, looked quickly out of the window, and, being disappointed in

what he expected to see remarked, sulkily, "Do yu' figure I care what sort of a lookin' girl is stuck on yu' in

Evanston?" And upon this young Lin laughed so loudly that his friend told him he had never seen a man get

Byandby they were in Utah, and, in the company of Ogden friends, forgot prospecting. Later they resumed

freight trains and journeyed north In Idaho they said goodbye to the train hands in the caboose, and came to

Little Camas, and so among the mountains near Feather Creek. Here the berries were of several sorts, and

growing riper each day, and the bears in the timber above knew this, and came down punctually with the

season, making variety in the otherwise even life of the prospectors. It was now August, and Lin sat on a wet

hill making mudpies for sixty days. But the philosopher's stone was not in the wash at that placer, nor did

Lin gather golddust sufficient to cover the nail of his thumb. Then they heard of an excitement at Obo,

Now and then, eating their fat bacon at noon, Honey would say, "Lin, wher're yu' goin'?"

For beauty and promise, Nevada is a name among names. Nevada! Pronounce the word aloud. Does it not

evoke mountains and clear air, heights of untrodden snow and valleys aromatic with the pine and musical

with falling waters? Nevada! But the name is all. Abomination of desolation presides over ninetenths of the

place. The sun beats down as on a roof of zinc, fierce and dull. Not a drop of water to a mile of sand. The

mean ashdump landscape stretches on from nowhere to nowhere, a spot of mange. No portion of the earth is

There is gold in Nevada, but Lin and Honey did not find it. Prospecting of the sort they did, besides proving

unfruitful, is not comfortable. Now and again, losing patience, Lin would leave his work and stalk about and

gaze down at the scattered men who stooped or knelt in the water. Passing each busy prospector, Lin would

read on every broad, upturned pair of overalls the same label, "Levi Strauss, No. 2," with a picture of two

lusty horses hitched to one of these garments and vainly struggling to split them asunder. Lin remembered he

was wearing a label just like that too, and when he considered all things he laughed to himself. Then, having

stretched the ache out of his long legs, he would return to his ditch. As autumn wore on, his feet grew cold in

the mushy gravel they were sunk in. He beat off the sand that had stiffened on his boots, and hated Obo,

Nevada. But he held himself ready to say "East" whenever he saw Honey coming along with the bottle. The

cold weather put an end to this adventure. The ditches froze and filled with snow, through which the sordid

Near the small new town of Mesa, Arizona, they sat down again in the dirt. It was milder here, and, when the

sun shone, never quite froze. But this part of Arizona is scarcely more grateful to the eye than Nevada.

Moreover, Lin and Honey found no gold at all. Some men near them found a little. Then in January, even

"Have to walk for a joba goodpayin' job," responded the hopeful cowpuncher. And he and Honey went

Lin found a job in twentyfive minutes, becoming assistant to the apothecary in Mesa. Established at the

drugstore, he made up the simpler prescriptions. He had studied practical pharmacy in Boston between the

ages of thirteen and fifteen, and, besides this qualification, the apothecary had seen him when he first came

into Mesa, and liked him. Lin made no mistakes that he or any one ever knew of; and, as the mild weather

began, he materially increased the apothecary's business by persuading him to send East for a sodawater

fountain. The ladies of the town clustered around this entertaining novelty, and while sipping vanilla and

lemon bought knickknacks. And the gentlemen of the town discovered that whiskey with soda and strawberry

syrup was delicious, and produced just as competent effects. A group of them were generally standing in the

shop and shaking dice to decide who should pay for the next, while Lin administered to each glass the

necessary ingredients. Thus money began to come to him a little more steadily than had been its wont, and he

But Honey found fortune quickly, too. Through excellent cardplaying he won a pinto from a small Mexican

horsethief who came into town from the South, and who cried bitterly when he delivered up his pet pony to

the new owner. The new owner, being a man of the world and agile on his feet, was only slightly stabbed that

evening as he walked to the dancehall at the edge of the town. The Mexican was buried on the next day but

The pony stood thirteen two, and was as long as a steamboat. He had white eyelashes, pink nostrils, and one

eye was bright blue. If you spoke pleasantly to him, he rose instantly on his hindlegs and tried to beat your

face. He did not look as if he could run, and that was what made him so valuable. Honey travelled through

the country with him, and every gentleman who saw the pinto and heard Honey became anxious to get up a

race. Lin always sent money for Wiggin to place, and he soon opened a bank account, while Honey, besides

his racingbridle, bought a silverinlaid one, a pair of fortydollar spurs, and a beautiful saddle richly

stamped. Every day (when in Mesa) Honey would step into the drugstore and inquire, "Lin, wher're yu'

But Lin never answered any more. He merely came to the sodawater fountain with the whiskey. The passing

of days brought a choked season of fine sand and hard blazing sky. Heat rose up from the ground and hung

heavily over man and beast. Many insects sat out in the sun rattling with joy; the little tearing river grew clear

from the swollen mud, and shrank to a succession of standing pools; and the fat, squatting cactus bloomed

everywhere into buttercolored flowers big as tulips in the sand. There were artesian wells in Mesa, and the

water did not taste very good; but if you drank from the standing pools where the river had been, you repaired

to the drugstore almost immediately. A troop of wandering players came dotting along the railroad, and,

reaching Mesa, played a brassband up and down the street, and announced the powerful drama of "East

Lynne." Then Mr. McLean thought of the Lynn marshes that lie between there and Chelsea, and of the sea

that must look so cool. He forgot them while following the painful fortunes of the Lady Isabel; but, going to

bed in the back part of the drugstore, he remembered how he used to beat everybody swimming in the salt

"I'm goin'," he said. Then he got up, and, striking the light, he inspected his bank account. "I'm sure goin'," he

repeated, blowing the light out, "and I can buy the fatted calf myself, you bet!" for he had often thought of the

bishop's story. "You bet!" he remarked once more in a muffled voice, and was asleep in a minute. The

"I'd pull out with yer," he said, "only I can do business round Yuma and westward with the pinto."

For three farewell days Lin and Honey roved together in all sorts of places, where they were welcome, and

once more Lin rode a horse and was in his native element. Then he travelled to Deming, and so through

Denver to Omaha, where he was told that his trunk had been sold for some months. Besides a suit of clothes

for town wear, it had contained a buffalo coat for his brothersomething scarce to see in these days.

"Frank'll have to get along without it," he observed, philosophically, and took the next eastbound train.

If you journey in a Pullman from Mesa to Omaha without a waistcoat, and with a silk handkerchief knotted

over the collar of your flannel shirt instead of a tie, wearing, besides, tall, highheeled boots, a soft, gray hat

with a splendid brim, a few people will notice you, but not the majority. New Mexico and Colorado are used

to these things. As Iowa, with its immense rolling grain, encompasses you, people will stare a little more, for

you're getting near the East, where cowpunchers are not understood. But in those days the line of cleavage

came sharpdrawn at Chicago. West of there was still tolerably west, but east of there was east indeed, and

the Atlantic Ocean was the next important stoppingplace. In Lin's new train, good gloves, patentleathers,

and silence prevailed throughout the sleepingcar, which was for Boston without change. Had not home

memories begun impetuously to flood his mind, he would have felt himself conspicuous. Town clothes and

conventions had their due value with him. But just now the boy's single hearted thoughts were far from any

There were ladies in that blue plush car for Boston who looked at Lin for thirty miles at a stretch; and by the

time Albany was reached the next day one or two of them commented that he was the most

attractivelooking man they had ever seen! Whereas, beyond his tallness, and wideopen, jocular eyes, eyes

that seemed those of a not highly conscientious wild animal, there was nothing remarkable about young Lin

except stage effect. The conductor had been annoyed to have such a passenger; but the cowpuncher troubled

no one, and was extremely silent. So evidently was he a piece of the true frontier that curious and hopeful

fellowpassengers, after watching him with diversion, more than once took a seat next to him. He met their

chatty inquiries with monosyllables so few and so unprofitable in their quiet politeness that the passengers

soon gave him up. At Springfield he sent a telegram to his brother at the great drygoods establishment that

The train began its homestretch after Worcester, and whirled and swung by hills and ponds he began to watch

for, and through stations with old wayside names. These flashed on Lin's eye as he sat with his hat off and his

forehead against the window, looking: Wellesley. Then, not long after, Riverside. That was the Charles River,

and did the picnic woods used to be above the bridge or below? West Newton; Newtonville; Newton.

"Faneuil's next," he said aloud in the car, as the longforgotten homeknowledge shone forth in his

recollection. The traveller seated near said, "Beg pardon?" but, turning, wondered at the allunconscious Lin,

with his forehead pressed against the glass. The blue water flashed into sight, and soon after they were

running in the darkness between high walls; but the cowpuncher never moved, though nothing could be

seen. When the porter announced "Boston," he started up and followed like a sheep in the general exodus.

Down on the platform he moved along with the slow crowd till some one touched him, and, wheeling round,

There they stoodthe long, brown fellow with the silk handkerchief knotted over his flannel shirt, greeting

tremendously the spruce civilian, who had a ropecolored mustache and bore a fainthearted resemblance to

him. The story was plain on its face to the passersby; and one of the ladies who had come in the car with Lin

But Frank McLean's heart did not warm. He felt that what he had been afraid of was true; and he saw he was

being made conspicuous. He saw men and women stare in the station, and he saw them staring as he and his

Western brother went through the streets. Lin strode along, sniffing the air of Boston, looking at all things,

and making it a stretch for his sleek companion to keep step with him. Frank thought of the refined friends he

should have to introduce his brother to; for he had risen with his salary, and now belonged to a small club

where the payingtellers of banks played cards every night, and the head clerk at the Parker House was

president. Perhaps he should not have to reveal the cowpuncher to these shining ones. Perhaps the

cowpuncher would not stay very long. Of course he was glad to see him again, and he would take him to

dine at some obscure place this first evening. But this was not Lin's plan. Frank must dine with him, at the

"And," he added, "they charge up high for wines at Parker's." Then for the twentieth time he shifted a

"You're goin' to take your grub with me," said Lin. "That's all right, I guess. And there ain't any 'no' about it.

Things is not the same like as if father was livin'(his voice softened)and here to see me come home.

Now I'm good for several dinners with wines charged up high, I expect, nor it ain't nobody in this world,

barrin' just Lin McLean, that I've any need to ask for anything. 'Mr. McLean,' says I to Lin, 'can yu' spare me

some cash?' 'Why, to be sure, you bet!' And we'll start off with steamed Duxbury clams." The cowpuncher

slapped his pocket, where the coin made a muffled chinking. Then he said, gruffly, "I suppose Swampscott's

Lin regarded in silence his brother, who was speaking so jauntily of the first and last home they had ever had.

"Seventynine is when it was," continued Frank. "So you can save the trouble of travelling away down to

"I guess I'll go to the graveyard, anyway," said the cowpuncher in his offish voice, and looking fixedly in

They came into Washington Street, and again the elder McLean uneasily surveyed the younger's appearance.

But the momentary chill had melted from the heart of the genial Lin. "After tomorrow," said he, laying a

hand on his brother's shoulder, "yu' can start any lead yu' please, and I guess I can stay with yu' pretty close,

Frank said nothing. He saw one of the members of his club on the other side of the way, and the member saw

him, and Frank caught diverted amazement on the member's face. Lin's hand weighed on his shoulder, and

the stress became too great. "Lin," said he, "while you're running with our crowd, you don't want to wear that

It may be that such words can in some way be spoken at such a time, but not in the way that these were said.

The cowpuncher stopped dead short, and his hand slid off his brother's shoulder. "You've made it plain," he

said, evenly, slanting his steady eyes down into Frank's. "You've explained yourself fairly well. Run along

with your crowd, and I'll not bother yu' more with comin' round and causin' yu' to feel ashamed. It's a heap

better to understand these things at once, and save making a fool of yourself any longer 'n yu' need to. I guess

there ain't no more to be said, only one thing. If yu' see me around on the street, don't yu' try any talk, for I'd

be liable to close your jaw up, and maybe yu'd have more of a job explainin' that to your crowd than you've

Frank found himself standing alone before any reply to these sentences had occurred to him. He walked

Lin made a sore failure of amusing himself that night; and in the bright, hot morning he got into the train for

Swampscott. At the graveyard he saw a woman lay a bunch of flowers on a mound and kneel, weeping.

"There ain't nobody to do that for this one," thought the cowpuncher, and looked down at the grave he had

She had stolen away from her daily life to come here where her grief was shrined, and now her heart found it

hard to bid the lonely place goodbye. So she lingered long, her thoughts sunk deep in the motionless past.

When she at last looked up, she saw the tall, strange man reenter from the street among the tombs, and

deposit on one of them an ungainly lump of flowers. They were what Lin had been able hastily to buy in

Swampscott. He spread them gently as he had noticed the woman do, but her act of kneeling he did not

imitate. He went away quickly. For some hours he hung about the little town, aimlessly loitering, watching

"Yu' don't belong any more, Lin," he miserably said at length, and took his way to Boston.

The next morning, determined to see the sights, he was in New York, and drifted about to all places night and

day, till his money was mostly gone, and nothing to show for it but a somewhat pleasurebeaten face and a

deep hatred of the crowded, scrambling East. So he suddenly bought a ticket for Green River, Wyoming, and

When, after three days, the Missouri lay behind him and his holiday, he stretched his legs and took heart to

see out of the window the signs of approaching desolation. And when on the fourth day civilization was

utterly emptied out of the world, he saw a bunch of cattle, and, galloping among them, his spurred and booted

kindred. And his manner took on that alertness a horse shows on turning into the home road. As the stage

took him toward Washakie, old friends turned up every fifty miles or so, shambling out of a cabin or a stable,

At Lander, there got into the stage another old acquaintance, the Bishop of Wyoming. He knew Lin at once,

"It took a week for my robes to catch up with me," he said, laughing. Then, in a little while, "How was the

"Firstrate," said Lin, not looking at him. He was shy of the conversation's taking a moral turn. But the

bishop had no intention of revertingat any rate, just nowto their last talk at Green River, and the advice

The bishop was forming a notion of what the matter must be, but he had no notion whatever of what now

"Mr. Bishop," the cowpuncher said, "how was that about that fellow you told about that's in the Bible

somewheres?he come home to his folks, and theywell there was his father saw him comin'"He

Then the bishop remembered the wideopen eyes, and how he had noticed them in the church at the agency

intently watching him. And, just now, what were best to say he did not know. He looked at the young man

"Have yu' got a Bible?" pursued Lin. "For, excuse me, but I'd like yu' to read that onced."

So the bishop read, and Lin listened. And all the while this good clergyman was perplexed how to speakor

if indeed to speak at this time at allto the heart of the man beside him for whom the parable had gone so

sorely wrong. When the reading was done, Lin had not taken his eyes from the bishop's face.

"Mr. Bishop," said Lin, "I ain't got good knowledge of the Bible, and I never figured it to be a book much on

to facts. And I tell you I'm more plumb beat about it's having that elder brother, and him being angry, down in

black and white two thousand years ago, thanthan if I'd seen a man turn water into wine, for I'd have

knowed that ain't so. But the elder brother is factsdeadsure facts. And they knowed about that, and put it

"Well," said the bishop, wisely ignoring the challenge as to miracles, "I am a good twenty years older than

you, and all that time I've been finding more facts in the Bible every day I have lived."

Lin meditated. "I guess that could be," he said. "Yes; after that yu've been areadin', and what I know for

Then the bishop talked with exceeding care, nor did he ask uncomfortable things, or moralize visibly. Thus

he came to hear how it had fared with Lin his friend, and Lin forgot altogether about its being a parson he

was delivering the fulness of his heart to. "And come to think," he concluded, "it weren't home I had went to

back East, layin' round them big cities, where a man can't help but feel strange all the week. No, sir! Yu' can

blow in a thousand dollars like I did in New York, and it'll not give yu' any more home feelin' than what

cattle has put in a stockyard. Nor it wouldn't have in Boston neither. Now this country here" (he waved his

hand towards the endless sagebrush), "seein' it onced more, I know where my home is, and I wouldn't live

nowheres else. Only I ain't got no father watching for me to come up Wind River."

The cowpuncher stated this merely as a fact, and without any note of selfpity. But the bishops face grew

very tender, and he looked away from Lin. Knowing his manfor had he not seen many of this kind in his

desert diocese?he forbore to make any text from that last sentence the cowpuncher had spoken. Lin

talked cheerfully on about what he should now do. The roundup must be somewhere near Du Noir Creek.

He would join it this season, but next he should work over to the Powder River country. More business was

over there, and better chances for a man to take up some land and have a ranch of his own. As they got out at

Fort Washakie, the bishop handed him a small book, in which he had turned several leaves down, carefully

"You need not read it through, you know," he said, smiling; "just read where I have marked, and see if you

The next morning he watched Lin riding slowly out of the post towards Wind River, leading a single

packhorse. Byandby the little moving dot went over the ridge. And as the bishop walked back into the

paradeground, thinking over the possibilities in that untrained manly soul, he shook his head sorrowfully.

It was quite clear to me that Mr. McLean could not know the news. Meeting him today had been

unforeseenunforeseen and so pleasant that the thing had never come into my head until just now, after both

I had found Lin here at Riverside in the morning. At my horse's approach to the cabin, it was he and not the

This was indeed all; and my hasty impressions of shooting and a corpse gave way to mirth over the child and

"As to that," replied Mr. McLean, a thought ruffled, "when a man expects lonesomeness he stands it like he

stands anything else, of course. But when he has figured on finding companysay" he broke off (and

vindictiveness sparkled in his eye)"when you're lucky enough to catch yourself alone, why, I suppose yu'

just take a chair and chat to yourself for hours.You've not seen anything of Tommy?" he pursued with

I had not; and forthwith Lin poured out to me the pentup complaints and sociability with which he was

bursting. The foreman had sent him over here with a sackful of letters for the post, and to bring back the

week's mail for the ranch. A day was gone now, and nothing for a man to do but sit and sit. Tommy was

overdue fifteen hours. Well, you could have endured that, but the neighbors had all locked their cabins and

gone to Buffalo. It was circus week in Buffalo. Had I ever considered the money there must be in the circus

business? Tommy had taken the outgoing letters early yesterday. Nobody had kept him waiting. By all rules

he should have been back again last night. Maybe the stage was late reaching Powder River, and Tommy had

had to lay over for it. Well, that would justify him. Far more likely he had gone to the circus himself and

taken the mail with him. Tommy was no type of man for postmaster. Except drawing the allowance his

mother in the East gave him first of every month, he had never shown punctuality that Lin could remember.

Never had any second thoughts, and awful few first ones. Told bigger lies than a small man ought, also.

"Huh!" went on Mr. McLean. "Successes! One icecreamsoda success. And she"Lin's still wounded male

pride made him plaintive"why, even that girl quit him, once she got the chance to appreciate how

insignificant he was as compared with the size of his words. No, sir. Not one of 'em retains interest in

Lin was unsaddling and looking after my horse, just because he was glad to see me. Since our first

acquaintance, that memorable summer of Pitchstone Canyon when he had taken such good care of me and

such bad care of himself, I had learned pretty well about horses and camp craft in general. He was an entire

boy then. But he had been East since, East by a route of his own discoveringand from his account of that

journey it had proved, I think, a sort of spiritual experience. And then the years of our friendship were

beginning to roll up. Manhood of the body he had always richly possessed; and now, whenever we met after a

season's absence and spoke those invariable words which all old friends upon this earth use to each other at

meeting"You haven't changed, you haven't changed at all!"I would wonder if manhood had arrived in

Lin's boy soul. And so today, while he attended to my horse and explained the nature of Tommy (a subject

he dearly loved just now), I looked at him and took an intimate, superior pride in feeling how much more

There's nothing like a sense of merit for making one feel aggrieved, and on our return to the cabin Mr.

So Lin, the excellent hearted, had angrily busied himself, and chopped a pile of real logs that would last a

week. He had also cleaned the stove, and nailed up the bed, the pillowend of which was on the floor. It

appeared the master of the house had been sleeping in it the reverse way on account of the slant. Thus had

Lin cooked and dined alone, supped alone, and sat over some old newspapers until bedtime alone with his

"It's good yu' come this forenoon," Lin said to me. "I'd not have had the heart to get up another dinner just for

Accordingly, we had richly eaten, Lin and I. He had gone out among the sheds and caught some eggs (that is

how he spoke of it), we had opened a number of things in cans, and I had made my famous dish of

evaporated apricots, in which I managed to fling a suspicion of caramel throughout the stew.

"Tommy'll be hot about these," said Lin, joyfully, as we ate the eggs. "He don't mind what yu' use of his

canned goodspickled salmon and truck. He is hospitable all right enough till it comes to an egg. Then he'll

tell any lie. But shucks! Yu' can read Tommy right through his clothing. 'Make yourself at home, Lin,' says

he, yesterday. And he showed me his fresh milk and his stuff. 'Here's a new ham,' says he; 'too bad my

damned hens ain't been layin'. The sonso'guns have quit on me ever since Christmas.' And away he goes to

Powder River for the mail. 'You swore too heavy about them hens,' thinks I. Well, I expect he may have

I am fond of eggs, and eat them constantlyand in Wyoming they were always a luxury. But I never forget

those that day, and how Lin and I enjoyed them thinking of Tommy. Perhaps manhood was not quite

established in my own soul at that timeand perhaps that is the reason why it is the only time I have ever

known which I would live over again, those years when people said, "You are old enough to know

Salmon, apricots, eggs, we dealt with them all properly, and I had some cigars. It was now that the news

I spoke out of a long silence, the slack, luxurious silence of digestion. I got no answer, naturally, from the

torpid Lin, and then it occurred to me that he would have asked me what I thought, long before this, had he

Mr. McLean heard me where he lay along the floor of the cabin on his back, dozing by the fire; but his eyes

remained closed. He waggled one limp, open hand slightly at me, and torpor resumed her dominion over him.

"I want to know what you consider the most important event that can happen in this country," said I, again,

The throat and lips of Mr. McLean moved, and a sulky sound came forth that I recognized to be meant for the

word "War." Then he rolled over so that his face was away from me, and put an arm over his eyes.

"I don't mean country in the sense of United States," said I. "I mean this country here, and Bear Creek,

andwell, the ranches southward for fifty miles, say. Important to this section."

"Mosquitoes'll be due in about three weeks," said Lin. "Yu' might leave a man rest till then."

"Yu' said yu' wanted my opinion," said Lin. "Seems like yu' merely figure on givin' me yours."

I took up a copy of the Cheyenne Sun. It was five weeks old, and I soon perceived that I had read it three

"I expect a railroad would be more important," said Mr. McLean, persuasively, from the floor.

"Than a rise in steers?" said I, occupied with the Cheyenne Sun. "Oh yes. Yes, a railroad certainly would."

"It's got to be money, anyhow," stated Lin, thoroughly wakened. "Money in some shape."

"How little you understand the real wants of the country!" said I, coming to the point. "It's a girl."

The cowpuncher took a long, gradual stretch and began to smile. "Well," said he, "yu' caught meif that's

much to do when a man is halfwitted with dinner and sleep." He closed his eyes again and lay with a

specious expression of indifference. But that sort of thing is a solitary entertainment, and palls. "Starved," he

presently muttered. "We are kind o' starved that way I'll admit. More dollars than girls to the square mile.

And to think of all of us nice, healthy, youngbet yu' I know who she is!" he triumphantly cried. He had sat

up and levelled a finger at me with the throwdown jerk of a marksman. "Sidney, Nebraska."

I nodded. This was not the lady's namehe could not recall her namebut his geography of her was

One day in February my friend, Mrs. Taylor over on Bear Creek, had received a letterno common event

for her. Therefore, during several days she had all callers read it just as naturally as she had them all see the

new baby, and baby and letter had both been brought out for me. The letter was signed,

and was not easy to read, here and there. But you could piece out the drift of it, and there was Mrs. Taylor by

your side, eager to help you when you stumbled. Miss Peck wrote that she was overworked in Sidney,

Nebraska, and needed a holiday. When the weather grew warm she should like to come to Bear Creek and be

like old times. "Like to come and be like old times" filled Mrs. Taylor with sentiment and the cowpunchers

with expectation. But it is a long way from February to warm weather on Bear Creek, and even

cowpunchers will forget about a new girl if she does not come. For several weeks I had not heard Miss Peck

mentioned, and old girls had to do. Yesterday, however, when I paid a visit to Miss Molly Wood (the Bear

Creek schoolmistress), I found her keeping in order the cabin and the children of the Taylors, while they were

"Yes," said I, with deep gravity. For I was thinking of an occasion when Mr. McLean had discovered that

"Huh! So that's got around. Well, o' course I'd ought t've knowed better, I suppose. All the same, there's lots

"Would rather seem! Don't yu' start that professor style o' yours, or I'llI'll talk more wickedness in worse

"As to pointthat don't need to be explained to me. She's a lady all right." He ruminated for a moment. "She

has about scared all the boys off, though," he continued. "And that's what you get by being refined," he

"She has not scared off a boy from Virginia, I notice," said I. "He was there yesterday afternoon again.

"Oh, well, nothin' alarms himnot even refinement," said Mr. McLean, with his grin. "And she'll fool your

Virginian like she done the balance of us. You wait. Shucks! If all the girls were that chilly, why, what would

"You have me cornered," said I, and we sat in a philosophical silence, Lin on the floor still, and I at the

window. There I looked out upon a scene my eyes never tired of then, nor can my memory now. Spring had

passed over it with its first, lightest steps. The pastured levels undulated in emerald. Through the

manychanging sage, that just this moment of today was lilac, shone greens scarce a week old in the

dimples of the foothills; and greens newborn beneath today's sun melted among them. Around the

doubling of the creek in the willow thickets glimmered skeined veils of yellow and delicate crimson. The

stream poured turbulently away from the snows of the mountains behind us. It went winding in many folds

across the meadows into distance and smallness, and so vanished round the great red battlement of wall

beyond. Upon this were falling the deep hues of afternoonviolet, rose, and saffron, swimming and meeting

as if some prism had dissolved and flowed over the turrets and crevices of the sandstone. Far over there I saw

Lin looked out of the window. "It's more than Tommy," said he, at once; and his eyes made it out before mine

could. "It's a wagon. That's Tommy's baldfaced horse alongside. He's fooling to the finish," Lin severely

Presently, however, a homestretch seemed likely to occur. The baldfaced horse executed some lively

manoeuvres, and Tommy's voice reached us faintly through the light spring air. He was evidently howling the

remarkable strain of yells that the cowpunchers invented as the speech best understood by cowsOiee,

yah, whoopyahyeee, oooooop, oop, oopoopoopoopyahhee!" But that gives you no idea of it.

Alphabets are worse than photographs. It is not the lungs of every man that can produce these effects, nor

even from armies, eagles, or mules were such sounds ever heard on earth. The cowpuncher invented them.

And when the last cowpuncher is laid to rest (if that, alas! have not already befallen) the yells will be

forever gone. Singularly enough, the cattle appeared to appreciate them. Tommy always did them very badly,

and that was plain even at this distance. Nor did he give us a homestretch, after all. The baldfaced horse

"Showin' off," remarked Lin. "Tommy's showin' off." Suspicion crossed his face, and then certainty. "Why,

we might have knowed that!" he exclaimed, in dudgeon. "It's her." He hastened outside for a better look, and

I came to the door myself. "That's what it is," said he. "It's the girl. Oh yes. That's Taylor's buckskin pair he

traded Balaam for. She come by the stage all right yesterday, yu' see, but she has been too tired to travel, yu'

see, or else, maybe, Taylor wanted to rest his buckskinsthey're fouryearolds. Or elseanyway, they

laid over last night at Powder River, and Tommy he has just laid over too, yu' see, holdin' the mail back on us

It was our postmaster, and this he had done, quite as the virtuously indignant McLean surmised. Had I taken

the same interest in the new girl, I suppose that I too should have felt virtuously indignant.

Lin and I stood outside to receive the travellers. As their cavalcade drew near, Mr. McLean grew silent and

watchful, his whole attention focused upon the Taylors' vehicle. Its approach was joyous. Its gear made a

cheerful clanking, Taylor cracked his whip and encouragingly chirruped to his buckskins, and Tommy's

apparatus jingled musically. For Tommy wore upon himself and his saddle all the things you can wear in the

Wild West. Except that his hair was not long, our postmaster might have conducted a show and minted gold

by exhibiting his romantic person before the eyes of princes. He began with a blackandyellow rattlesnake

skin for a hatband, he continued with a fringed and beaded shirt of buckskin, and concluded with large,

tinkling spurs. Of course, there were things between his shirt and his heels, but all leather and deadly

weapons. He had also a riata, a cuerta, and tapaderos, and frequently employed these Spanish names for the

objects. I wish that I had not lost Tommy's photograph in Rocky Mountain costume. You must understand

that he was really pretty, with blue eyes, ruddy cheeks, and a graceful figure; and, besides, he had

You might have supposed that it would be Mrs. Taylor who should present us to her friend from Sidney,

Nebraska; but Tommy on his horse undertook the office before the wagon had well come to a standstill.

"Good friends of mine, and gentlemen, both," said he to Miss Peck; and to us, "A lady whose acquaintance

We all bowed at each other beneath the florid expanse of these recommendations, and I was proceeding to

murmur something about its being a long journey and a fine day when Miss Peck cut me short, gaily:

"Well," she exclaimed to Tommy, "I guess I'm pretty near ready for them eggs you've spoke so much about."

I have not often seen Mr. McLean lose his presence of mind. He needed merely to exclaim, "Why, Tommy,

you told me your hens had not been laying since Christmas!" and we could have sat quiet and let Tommy try

to find all the eggs that he could. But the new girl was a sore embarrassment to the cowpuncher's wits. Poor

Lin stood by the wheels of the wagon. He looked up at Miss Peck, he looked over at Tommy, his features

"Well, if that ain't!" cried Miss Peck. She stared with interest at Lin as he now assisted her to descend.

"I helped him," said I. "Ten innocent, fresh eggs. But we have left some ham. Forgive us, please."

"I declare!" said Miss Peck, abruptly, and rolled her sluggish, inviting eyes upon me. "You're a case, too, I

But she took only brief note of me, although it was from head to foot. In her stare the dull shine of familiarity

grew vacant, and she turned back to Lin McLean. "You carry that," said she, and gave the pleased

"I'll look after your things, Miss Peck," called Tommy, now springing down from his horse. The egg tragedy

"You'll attend to the mail first, Mr. Postmaster!" said the lady, but favoring him with a look from her large

eyes. "There's plenty of gentlemen here." With that her glance favored Lin. She went into the cabin, he

following her close, with the Taylors and myself in the rear. "Well, I guess I'm about collapsed!" said she,

The fragile article fell into sticks beneath her, and Lin leaped to her assistance. He placed her upon a firmer

foundation. Mrs. Taylor brought a basin and towel to bathe the dust from her face, Mr. Taylor produced

whiskey, and I found sugar and hot water. Tommy would doubtless have done something in the way of

"Not now," her visitor answered; and I wondered why she should take such a quick look at me.

"We'll soon have yu' independent of medicine," said Lin, gallantly. "Our climate and scenery here has

The cowpuncher now sat himself on the edge of Tommy's bed, and, throwing one leg across the other,

began to raise her spirits with cheerful talk. She steadily watched himhis face sometimes, sometimes his

lounging, masculine figure. While he thus devoted his attentions to her, Taylor departed to help Tommy at

the stable, and good Mrs. Taylor, busy with supper for all of us in the kitchen, expressed her joy at having her

"Sickness has changed poor Katie some," said she. "But I'm hoping she'll get back her looks on Bear Creek."

"Yes, indeed! I do believe she's feeling stronger. She was that tired and down yesterday with the long

stageride, and it is so lonesome! But Taylor and I heartened her up, and Tommy came with the mail, and

"Just as long as ever she wants! Me and Katie hasn't met since we was young girls in Dubuque, for I left

home when I married Taylor, and he brought me to this country right soon; and it ain't been like Dubuque

much, though if I had it to do over again I'd do just the same, as Taylor knows. Katie and me hasn't wrote

even, not till this February, for you always mean to and you don't. Well, it'll be like old times. Katie'll be

most thirtyfour, I expect. Yes. I was seventeen and she was sixteen the very month I was married. Poor

thing! She ought to have got some good man for a husband, but I expect she didn't have any chance, for there

was a big fam'ly o' them girls, and old Peck used to act real scandalous, getting drunk so folks didn't visit

there evenings scarcely at all. And so she quit home, it seems, and got a position in the railroad eatinghouse

at Sidney, and now she has poor health with feeding them big trains day and night."

Loyal Mrs. Taylor stirred some batter in silence. "Well," said she then, "I'm told that's what the yardhands

of the railroad call them poor waitergirls. You might hear it around the switches at them division stations."

If you have made your transMissouri journeys only since the new era of diningcars, there is a quantity of

things you have come too late for, and will never know. Three times a day in the brave days of old you

sprang from your scarcehalted car at the summons of a gong. You discerned by instinct the right direction,

and, passing steadily through doorways, had taken, before you knew it, one of some sixty chairs in a room of

tables and catsup bottles. Behind the chairs, standing attention, a platoon of Amazons, thickwristed,

pinkandblue, began immediately a swift chant. It hymned the total billoffare at a blow. In this

inexpressible ceremony the name of every dish went hurtling into the next, telescoped to shapelessness.

Moreover, if you stopped your Amazon in the middle, it dislocated her, and she merely went back and took a

fresh start. The chant was always the same, but you never learned it. As soon as it began, your mind snapped

shut like the upper berth in a Pullman. You must have uttered appropriate wordseven a parrot willfor

next you were eating thingspie, ham, hot cakesas fast as you could. Twenty minutes of swallowing, and

all aboard for Ogden, with your piledriven stomach dumb with amazement. The Strasburg goose is not

dieted with greater velocity, and "biscuitshooter" is a grand word. Very likely some Homer of the railroad

yards first said itfor what men upon the present earth so speak with imagination's tongue as we

If Miss Peck had been a biscuitshooter, I could account readily for her conversation, her equipped

deportment, the maturity in her round, blue, marble eye. Her abrupt laugh, something beyond gay, was now

sounding in response to Mr. McLean's lively sallies, and I found him fanning her into convalescence with his

hat. She herself made but few remarks, but allowed the cowpuncher to entertain her, merely exclaiming

briefly now and then, "I declare!" and "If you ain't!" Lin was most certainly engaging, if that was the lady's

meaning. His wideopen eyes sparkled upon her, and he half closed them now and then to look at her more

effectively. I suppose she was worth it to him. I have forgotten to say that she was handsome in a large

Californiafruit style. They made a goodlooking pair of animals. But it was in the presence of Tommy that

Master Lin shone more energetically than ever, and under such shining Tommy was transparently restless. He

tried, and failed, to bring the conversation his way, and took to rearranging the mail and the furniture.

"Supper's ready," he said, at length. "Come right in, Miss Peck; right in here. This is your seatthis one,

"You sit here," said the biscuitshooter to Lin; and thus she was between them. "Them's elegant!" she

"Indeed!" said she, and returned to Tommy, who had been telling her of his ranch, his potatoes, his horses.

"Me?" said Tommy, slightingly; "gave it up years ago; too empty a life for me. I leave that to such as like it.

When a man owns his own property"Tommy swept his hand at the whole landscape" he takes to more

"You lick them and I cancel them," answered the postmaster; and it does not seem a powerful rejoinder. But

"That's one on you," she told Lin. And throughout this meal it was Tommy who had her favor. She partook of

his generous supplies; she listened to his romantic inventions, the trails he had discovered, the bears he had

slain; and after supper it was with Tommy, and not with Lin, that she went for a little walk.

"Katie was ever a tease," said Mrs. Taylor of her childhood friend, and Mr. Taylor observed that there was

always safety in numbers. "She'll get used to the ways of this country quicker than our little schoolmarm,"

Mr. McLean said very little, but read the newarrived papers. It was only when bedtime dispersed us, the

ladies in the cabin and the men choosing various spots outside, that he became talkative again for a while. We

lay in the blankwe had spread on some soft, dry sand in preference to the stable, where Taylor and Tommy

had gone. Under the contemplative influence of the stars, Lin fell into generalization.

"Just the same way. You keep either of 'em up long enough, and yu' get to require it. If Tommy didn't lie

"Ever notice," said he, "how the victims of the whiskey and lyin' habit get to increasing the dose?"

"Him roping six bears!" pursued Mr. McLean, after further contemplation. "Or any bear. Ever notice how the

Here he paused again, and during the next interval of contemplation I sank beyond his reach.

In the morning I left Riverside for Buffalo, and there or thereabouts I remained for a number of weeks. Miss

Peck did not enter my thoughts, nor did I meet any one to remind me of her, until one day I stopped at the

drugstore. It was not for drugs, but gossip, that I went. In the daytime there was no place like the

apothecary's for meeting men and hearing the news. There I heard how things were going everywhere,

All the cowpunchers liked the new girl up there, said gossip. She was a great addition to society. Reported

to be more companionable than the schoolmarm, Miss Molly Wood, who had been raised too far east, and

showed it. Vermont, or some such dude place. Several had been in town buying presents for Miss Katie Peck.

Tommy Postmaster had paid high for a necklace of elktushes the government scout at McKinney sold him.

Too bad Miss Peck did not enjoy good health. Shorty had been in only yesterday to get her medicine again.

Third bottle. Had I heard the big joke on Lin McLean? He had promised her the skin of a big bear he knew

Two days after this I joined one of the roundup camps at sunset. They had been working from Salt Creek to

Bear Creek, and the Taylor ranch was in visiting distance from them again, after an interval of gathering and

branding far across the country. The Virginian, the gentlevoiced Southerner, whom I had last seen lingering

with Miss Wood, was in camp. Silent threequarters of the time, as was his way, he sat gravely watching Lin

"A healthy man's laigs ought to fill his pants," pursued the Virginian. The challenged puncher stretched out a

"And yu' cert'nly take no comfort in your food," his ingenious friend continued, slowly and gently.

"It ain't sca'cely hon'able," went on the Virginian, "to waste away durin' the roundup. A man owes his

strength to them that hires it. If he is paid to rope stock he ought to rope stock, and not leave it dodge or pull

"Why, they tell me as how that heifer of the SidneyNebraska brand got plumb away from yu', and little

Lin sat up angrily amid the laughter, but reclined again. "I'll improve," said he, "if yu' learn me how yu' rope

"Is that what they do?" inquired the Virginian, serenely. "I have never got related that way. Why, that'll make

But Lin was silent. Where everybody lives in a glasshouse the victory is to him who throws the adroitest

stone. Mr. McLean was readier witted than most, but the gentle, slow Virginian could be a master when he

"Tommy has been recountin' his wars up at the Taylors'," he now told the camp. "He has frequently

campaigned with General Crook, General Miles, and General Ruger, all at onced. He's an exciting fighter, in

conversation, and kep' us all scared for mighty nigh an hour. Miss Peck appeared interested in his

"Visitin' Miss Wood," answered the Virginian, with entire ease. For he also knew when to employ the plain

truth as a bluff. "You'd ought to write to Tommy's mother, Lin, and tell her what a daredevil her son is

gettin' to be. She would cut off his allowance and bring him home, and you would have the runnin' all to

The next afternoon he informed me that if I was riding up the creek to spend the night he would go for

company. In that direction we started, therefore, without any mention of the Taylors or Miss Peck. I was

puzzled. Never had I seen him thus disconcerted by woman. With him woman had been a transient

disturbance. I had witnessed a series of flighty romances, where the cowpuncher had come, seen, often

conquered, and moved on. Nor had his affairs been of the sort to teach a young man respect. I am putting it

For the first part of our way this afternoon he was moody, and after that began to speak with appalling

wisdom about life. Life, he said, was a serious matter. Did I realize that? A man was liable to forget it. A man

was liable to go sporting and helling around till he waked up some day and found all his best pleasures had

become just a business. No interest, no surprise, no novelty left, and no cash in the bank. Shorty owed him

fifty dollars. Shorty would be able to pay that after the roundup, and he, Lin, would get his time and rustle

altogether some five hundred dollars. Then there was his homestead claim on Box Elder, and the surveyors

were coming in this fall. No better location for a home in this country than Box Elder. Wood, water, fine

land. All it needed was a house and ditches and buildings and fences, and to be planted with crops. Such

chances and considerations should sober a man and make him careful what he did. "I'd take in Cheyenne on

our weddingtrip, and after that I'd settle right down to improving Box Elder," concluded Mr. McLean,

His real intentions flashed upon me for the first time. I had not remotely imagined such a step.

I don't know which word was the worse to emphasize at such a moment, but I emphasized both thoroughly.

"I didn't expect yu'd act that way," said the lover. He dropped behind me fifty yards and spoke no more.

Not at once did I beg his pardon for the brutality I had been surprised into. It is one of those speeches that,

But it was not that which withheld me. As I thought of the tone in which my friend had replied, it seemed to

me sullen, rather than deeply angry or woundedresentment at my opinion not of her character so much as

of his choice! Then I began to be sorry for the fool, and schemed for a while how to intervene. But have you

ever tried intervention? I soon abandoned the idea, and took a way to be forgiven, and to learn more.

"Astonishment makes a man say anything," I proceeded. "And I'll say again you're too good for herand I'll

I was near screeching out again, but saved myself. He was not quite twentyfive, and I remembered Mrs.

Taylor's unprejudiced computation of the biscuitshooter's years. It is a lady's prerogative, however, to

"She had her twentyseventh birthday last month," said Lin, with sentiment, bringing his horse entirely

Lin's face grew dusky with anger. "No doubt yu' heard about it," said he. "I don't guess yu' heard much about

anything else. I ain't told the truth to any of 'embut her." He looked at me with a certain hesitation. "I think

He began to speak in a strictly business tone, while he evened the coils of rope that hung on his saddle.

"She had spoke to me about her birthday, and I had spoke to her about something to give her. I had offered to

buy her in town whatever she named, and I was figuring to borrow from Taylor. But she fancied the notion of

a bearskin. I had mentioned about some cubs. I had found the cubs where the shebear had them cached by

the foot of a big boulder in the range over Ten Sleep, and I put back the leaves and stuff on top o' them little

things as near as I could the way I found them, so that the bear would not suspicion me. For I was aiming to

get her. And Miss Peck, she sure wanted the hide for her birthday. So I went back. The shebear was off, and

I crumb up inside the rock, and I waited a turruble long spell till the sun travelled clean around the canyon.

Mrs. Bear come home though, a big cinnamon; and I raised my gun, but laid it down to see what she'd do.

She scrapes around and snuffs, and the cubs start whining, and she talks back to 'em. Next she sits up awful

big, and lifts up a cub and holds it to her close with both her paws, same as a person. And she rubbed her ear

agin the cub, and the cub sort o' nipped her, and she cuffed the cub, and the other cub came toddlin', and away

they starts rolling all three of 'em! I watched that for a long while. That big thing just nursed and played with

them little cubs, beatin' em for a change onced in a while, and talkin', and onced in a while she'd sit up

solemn and look all around so lifelike that I near busted. Why, how was I goin' to spoil that? So I come

away, very quiet, you bet! for I'd have hated to have Mrs. Bear notice me. Miss Peck, she laughed. She

"Before and after. I didn't tell her first, because I felt kind of foolish. Then Tommy went and he killed the

bear all right, and she has the skin now. Of course the boys joshed me a heap about gettin' beat by Tommy."

I fancied that the lady understood. The once I had seen her she appeared to me as what might be termed an

expert in men, and one to understand also the reality of Tommy's ranch and allowance, and how greatly these

differed from Box Elder. Probably the one thing she could not understand was why Lin spared the mother and

her cubs. A deserted home in Dubuque, a career in a railroad eatinghouse, a somewhat vague past, and a

"Back away!" said he. "Tommy can please a womanhim and his blue eyes but he don't savvy how to

"About young bucks going on the warpath? Shucks! That's put up by the papers of this section. They're

aimin' to get Uncle Sam to order his troops out, and then folks can sell hay and stuff to 'em. If Tommy

"Oh, nothing." He took to singing, and his face grew roguish to its full extent. "What made yu' say that to

"Sure!" said he. And it was not until we came in sight of the Virginian's black horse tied in front of Miss

Wood's cabin next the Taylors' that Lin changed the lively course of thought that was evidently filling his

"Tell yu'," said he, touching my arm confidentially and pointing to the black horse, "for all her Vermont

refinement she's a woman just the same. She likes him dangling round her so earnesthim that no body ever

saw dangle before. And he has quit spreein' with the boys. And what does he get by it? I am glad I was not

raised good enough to appreciate the Miss Woods of this world," he added, defiantly"except at long

At the Taylors' cabin we found Miss Wood sitting with her admirer, and Tommy from Riverside come to

admire Miss Peck. The biscuitshooter might pass for twentyseven, certainly. Something had agreed with

herwhether the medicine, or the mountain air, or so much masculine company; whatever had done it, she

had bloomed into brutal comeliness. Her hair looked curlier, her figure was shapelier, her teeth shone whiter,

and her cheeks were a lusty, overbearing red. And there sat Molly Wood talking sweetly to her big, grave

Virginian; to look at them, there was no doubt that he had been "raised good enough" to appreciate her, no

Lin greeted every one jauntily. "How are yu', Miss Peck? How are yu', Tommy?" said he. "Hear the news,

The Virginian was about to say something, but his eye met Lin's, and then he looked at Tommy. Then what

he did say was, "I hadn't been goin' to mention it to the ladies until it was right sure."

"Oh," said Lin, "maybe it's like most news we get in this country. Two weeks stale and a lie when it was

"Hello, Tommy!" called Taylor from the lane. "Your horse has broke his rein and run down the field."

Miss Wood's gray eyes brightened with mischief. She looked at her Virginian, and she looked at me.

"Do you know," she said, "I used to be so afraid that when Bear Creek wasn't new any more it might become

Molly Wood immediately assumed a look of doubt. "But mightn't it become justjust a little trying to have

"No, ma'am, no notion. Tommywell, Tommy is considered harmless, ma'am. A cowpuncher of reputation

"Why, ma'am," said the Virginian, surprised at her flash of indignation, "where is any countin' without some

"I reckon he thinks he does. But there is a mighty wide difference between thinkin' and feelin', ma'am."

I saw Molly's eyes drop from his, and I saw the rose deepen in her cheeks. But just then a loud voice came

"You, Lin, if you try any of your foolin' with me, I'll histe yu's over the jiste!"

"Quit now, Lin McLean," shouted the voice, "or I'll put yus through that window, and it shut."

"Well, Miss Peck, I'm gettin' most a full dose o' this treatment. Ever since yu' come I've been doing my best.

"Would you enjoy walkin' out till supper, ma'am?" inquired the Virginian as Molly rose. "You was speaking

But I was on the Virginian's side. "I must look after my horse," said I, and went down to the corral.

Day was slowly going as I took my pony to the water. Corncliff Mesa, Crowheart Butte, these shone in the

rays that came through the canyon. The canyon's sides lifted like tawny castles in the same light. Where I

walked the odor of thousands of wild roses hung over the margin where the thickets grew. High in the upper

air, magpies were sailing across the silent blue. Somewhere I could hear Tommy explaining loudly how he

and General Crook had pumped lead into hundreds of Indians; and when supper time brought us all back to

the door he was finishing the account to Mrs. Taylor. Molly and the Virginian arrived bearing flowers, and he

"We mostly don't live long enough to get old, ma'am," said he, simply. "But I have a reason, and I am

"Give me the flowers," said Molly. And she left him to arrange them on the table as Lin came hurrying out.

"I've told her," said he to the Southerner and me, "that I've asked her twiced, and I'm going to let her have one

more chance. And I've told her that if it's a log cabin she's marryin', why Tommy is a sure good wooden piece

of furniture to put inside it. And I guess she knows there's not much wooden furniture about me. I want to

speak to you." He took the Virginian round the corner. But though he would not confide in me, I began to

"Cattle men will lose stock if the Crows get down as far as this," he said, casually, and Mrs. Taylor

"Chap come into the roundup this afternoon," said Lin. "But he was rattled, and told a heap o' facts that

"You bet. Fellow's girl quits him for a bullfighter. Gets him up in the mountains, and quits him. He wasn't

"I reckon she was doubtful of him from the start. Took him to the mount'ins to experiment, where they'd not

"Talking of mountains," said Tommy, "this range here used to be a great place for Indians till we ran 'em out

"You bet," said Lin. "Do yu' figure that girl tired of her bullfighter and quit him, too?"

"Fans and taverns and gypsies and sportin'," said Lin. "My! but I'd like to see them countries with oranges

and bullfights! Only I expect Spain, maybe, ain't keepin' it up so gay as when 'Carmen' happened."

The tabletalk soon left romance and turned upon steers and alfalfa, a grass but lately introduced in the

country. No further mention was made of the hostile Crows, and from this I drew the false conclusion that

Tommy had not come up to their hopes in the matter of reciting his campaigns. But when the hour came for

those visitors who were not spending the night to take their leave, Taylor drew Tommy aside with me, and I

"Don't seem to make anything of it," whispered Taylor to Tommy, "but the ladies have got their minds on this

"Don't," whispered Lin, joining us. "Yu' know how women are. Once they take a notion, why, the more yu'

deny the surer they get. Now, yu' see, him and me" (he jerked his elbow towards the Virginian) "must go

"And the ladies would sleep better knowing there was another man in the house," said Taylor.

"Yu' see," said Lin, "they've been told about Ten Sleep being burned two nights ago."

"Why, of course it ain't," drawled the ingenious Lin. "But that's what I say. You and I know Ten Sleep's all

right, but we can't report from our own knowledge seeing it all right, and there it is. They get these nervous

"Just don't appear to make anything special of not going back to Riverside," repeated Taylor, "but"

I suppose I was slowsighted. All this pains seemed to me larger than its results. They had imposed upon

Tommy, yes. But what of that? He was to be kept from going back to Riverside until morning. Unless they

proposed to visit his empty cabin and play tricksbut that would be too childish, even for Lin McLean, to

"In spite of the Crows," I satirically told the ladies, "I shall sleep outside, as I intended. I've no use for houses

The cinches of the horses were tightened, Lin and the Virginian laid a hand on their saddlehorns, swung up,

and soon all sound of the galloping horses had ceased. Molly Wood declined to be nervous and crossed to her

little neighbor cabin; we all parted, and (as always in that blessed country) deep sleep quickly came to me.

I don't know how long after it was that I sprang from my blankets in halfdoubting fright. But I had dreamed

nothing. A second long, wild yell now gave me (I must own to it) a horrible chill. I had no pistol nothing.

In the hateful brightness of the moon my single thought was "House! House!" and I fled across the lane in my

underclothes to the cabin, when round the corner whirled the two cowpunchers, and I understood. I saw the

Virginian catch sight of me in my shirt, and saw his teeth as he smiled. I hastened to my blankets, and

returned more decent to stand and watch the two go shooting and yelling round the cabin, crazy with their

youth. The door was opened, and Taylor courageously emerged, bearing a Winchester. He fired at the sky

"B' gosh!" he roared. "That's one." He fired again. "Out and at 'em. They're running."

At this, duly came Mrs. Taylor in white with a pistol, and Miss Peck in white, staring and stolid. But no

Tommy. Noise prevailed without, shots by the stable and shots by the creek. The two cowpunchers

dismounted and joined Taylor. Maniac delight seized me, and I, too, rushed about with them, helping the din.

"Oh, Mr. Taylor!" said a voice. "I didn't think it of you." It was Molly Wood, come from her cabin, very

pretty in a hoodandcloak arrangement. She stood by the fence, laughing, but more at us than with us.

"Stop, friends!" said Taylor, gasping. "She teaches my Bobbie his A B C. I'd hate to have Bobbie"

"Well, I'll be goldarned," said Taylor, surveying his costume, "if Lin McLean hasn't made a fool of me

"Didn't yus see him?" said the biscuitshooter speaking her first word in all this.

We followed her into the kitchen. The table was covered with tin plates. Beneath it, wedged knelt Tommy

with a pistol firm in his hand; but the plates were rattling up and down like castanets.

"Well," murmured the Virginian to himself, "if I could have foresaw, I'd notit makes yu' feel humiliated

He marched out, got on his horse, and rode away. Lin followed him, but perhaps less penitently. We all

dispersed without saying anything, and presently from my blankets I saw poor Tommy come out of the silent

cabin, mount, and slowly, very slowly, ride away. He would spend the night at Riverside, after all.

Of course we recovered from our unexpected shame, and the tale of the table and the dancing plates was not

I was not there to see Lin get his bride. I learned from the Virginian how the victorious puncher had ridden

away across the sunny sagebrush, bearing the biscuitshooter with him to the nearest justice of the peace. She

"Yes, he beat Tommy," said the Virginian. "Some folks, anyway, get what they want in this hyeh world."

Rain had not fallen for some sixty days, and for some sixty more there was no necessity that it should fall. It

is spells of weather like this that set the Western editor writing praise and prophecy of the boundless fertility

of the soilwhen irrigated, and of what an Eden it can be madewith irrigation; but the spells annoy the

people who are trying to raise the Eden. We always told the transient Eastern visitor, when he arrived at

Cheyenne and criticised the desert, that anything would grow herewith irrigation; and sometimes he

replied, unsympathetically, that anything could flywith wings. Then we would lead such a man out and

show him six, eight, ten square miles of green crops; and he, if he was thoroughly nasty, would mention that

Wyoming contained ninetyfive thousand square miles, all waiting for irrigation and Eden. One of these

Eastern supercivilized hostiles from New York was breakfasting with the Governor and me at the Cheyenne

Club, and we were explaining to him the glorious future, the coming empire, of the Western country. Now

the Governor was about thirtytwo, and until twentyfive had never gone West far enough to see over the top

of the Alleghany Mountains. I was not a pioneer myself; and why both of us should have pitied the

NewYorker's narrowness so hard I cannot see. But we did. We spoke to him of the size of the country. We

told him that his State could rattle round inside Wyoming's stomach without any inconvenience to Wyoming,

and he told us that this was because Wyoming's stomach was empty. Altogether I began to feel almost sorry

that I had asked him to come out for a hunt, and had travelled in haste all the way from Bear Creek to

"For purposes of amusement," he said, "I'll admit anything you claim for this place. Ranches, cowboys, elk;

it's all splendid. Only, as an investment I prefer the East. Am I to see any cowboys?"

"You shall," I said; and I distinctly hoped some of them might do something to him "for purposes of

"You fellows come up with me to my office," said the Governor. "I'll look at my mail, and show you round."

"That is our park," said I. "Of course it's merely in embryo. It's wonderful how quickly any shade tree will

We reached the Governor's office, and sat down while he looked his letters over.

"Here you are, Ogden," said he. "Here's the way we hump ahead out here." And he read us the following:

"Sir,Understanding that your district is suffering from a prolonged drought, I write to say that for

necessary expenses paid I will be glad to furnish you with a reasonably shower. I have operated successfully

in Australia, Mexico, and several States of the Union, and am anxious to exhibit my system. If your

Legislature will appropriate a sum to cover, as I said, merely my necessary expensessay $350 (three

hundred and fifty dollars)for half an inch I will guarantee you that quantity of rain or forfeit the money. If I

fail to give you the smallest fraction of the amount contracted for, there is to be no pay. Kindly advise me of

what date will be most convenient for you to have the shower. I require twentyfour hours' preparation.

The Governor laughed boisterously. "I guess it wouldn't be constitutional," said he.

"My dear man," the Governor protested, "I know we're new, and our women vote, and we're a good deal of a

joke, but we're not so progressively funny as all that. The people wouldn't stand it. Senator Warren would fly

"Do you have Senators here too?" said Ogden, raising his eyebrows. "What do they look like? Are they

females?" And the Governor grew more boisterous than ever, slapping his knee and declaring that these

"That's an idea!" cried the Governor. "Nothing unconstitutional about that. Let's see. Three hundred and fifty

"I'll put up a hundred," said Ogden, promptly. "I'm out for a Western vacation, and I'll pay for a good

The Governor and I subscribed more modestly, and by noon, with the help of some lively minded gentlemen

of Cheyenne, we had the purse raised. "He won't care," said the Governor, "whether it's a private enterprise or

"He won't get it, I'm afraid," said Ogden. "But if he succeeds in tempting Providence to that extent, I consider

We were walking along the track of the Cheyenne and Northern, and looking out over the plain toward Fort

Russell. "That is a cowpuncher and his bride," I answered, recognizing the couple.

"She's riding straddle!" exclaimed the delighted Ogden, adjusting his glasses. "Why do you object to their

I explained that my friend Lin had lately married an eatinghouse lady precipitately and against my advice.

Ogden was going to. Husband and wife were coming our way. Husband nodded to me his familiar offish nod,

which concealed his satisfaction at meeting with an old friend. Wife did not look at me at all. But I looked at

her, and I instantly knew that Linthe fool!had confided to her my disapproval of their marriage. The

most delicate specialty upon earth is your standing with your old friend's new wife.

"How're are yu', doctor," said Lin. During his early days in Wyoming the Governor, when as yet a private

citizen, had set Mr. McLean's broken leg at Drybone. "Let me make yu' known to Mrs. McLean," pursued the

The lady, at a loss how convention prescribes the greeting of a bride to a Governor, gave a waddle on the

pony's back, then sat up stiff, gazed haughtily at the air, and did not speak or show any more sign than a cow

would under like circumstances. So the Governor marched cheerfully at her, extending his hand, and when

she slightly moved out toward him her big, dumb, red fist, he took it and shook it, and made her a series of

"I say," Ogden whispered to me while Barker was pumping the hand of the flesh image, "I'm glad I came."

The appearance of the puncherbridegroom also interested Ogden, and he looked hard at Lin's leather chaps

and cartridgebelt and so forth. Lin stared at the NewYorker, and his high white collar and good scarf. He

had seen such things quite often, of course, but they always filled him with the same distrust of the man that

"Well," said he, "I guess we'll be pulling for a hotel. Any show in town? Circus come yet?"

The cowpuncher glanced at the image, his bride of three weeks. "Till we're tired of it, I guess," said he, with

hesitation. It was the first time that I had ever seen my gay friend look timidly at any one, and I felt a rising

hate for the rubychecked, largeeyed eatinghouse lady, the biscuitshooter whose influence was dimming

this jaunty, irrepressible spirit. I looked at her. Her bulky bloom had ensnared him, and now she was going to

"Say, Lin," I said, "if you stay here long enough you'll see a big show." And his eye livened into something of

"Shucks!" said he, springing from his horse impetuously, and hugely entertained at our venture. "Three

hundred and fifty dollars? Let me come in"; and before I could tell him that we had all the money raised, he

"Well, I ain't going to starve here in the road, I guess," spoke the image, with the suddenness of a miracle. I

think we all jumped, and I know that Lin did. The image continued: "Some folks and their money are soon

parted"she meant me; her searching tones came straight at me; I was sure from the first that she knew all

about me and my unfavorable opinion of her"but it ain't going to be you this time, Lin McLean. Ged ap!"

This last was to the horse, I maintain, though the Governor says the husband immediately started off on a run.

At any rate, they were gone to their hotel, and Ogden was seated on some railroad ties, exclaiming: "Oh, I

"That's who she is!" said the Governor, remembering Mrs. McLean all at once. "I know her. She used to be at

Sidney. She's got another husband somewhere. She's one of the boys. Oh, that's nothing in this country!" he

continued to the amazed Ogden, who had ejaculated "Bigamy!" "Lots of them marry, live together awhile, get

tired and quit, travel, catch on to a new man, marry him, get tired and quit, travel, catch on"

"Law?" said the Governor. "Look at that place!" He swept his hand towards the vast plains and the

mountains. "Ninetyfive thousand square miles of that, and sixty thousand people in it. We haven't got

"I see," said the NewYorker. "Butbutwell let A and B represent first and second husbands, and X

represent the woman. Now, does A know about B? or does B know about A? And what do they do about it?"

"Can't say," the Governor answered, jovially. "Can't generalize. Depends on heaps of things

lovemoney Did you go to college? Well, let A minus X equal B plus X, then if A and B get squared"

"Oh, come to lunch," I said. "Barker, do you really know the first husband is alive?"

"Wasn't dead last winter." And Barker gave us the particulars. Miss Katie Peck had not served long in the

restaurant before she was wooed and won by a man who had been a ranch cook, a sheepherder, a

bartender, a freight hand, and was then hauling poles for the government. During his necessary absences

from home she, too, went outofdoors. This he often discovered, and would beat her, and she would then

also beat him. After the beatings one of them would always leave the other forever. Thus was Sidney kept in

smalltalk until Mrs. Lusk one day really did not come back. "Lusk," said the Governor, finishing his story,

"cried around the saloons for a couple of days, and then went on hauling poles for the government, till at last

he said he'd heard of a better job south, and next we knew of him he was round Leavenworth. Lusk was a

"Well," I said, "none of us ever knew about him when she came to stay with Mrs. Taylor on Bear Creek. She

"You'll notice," said the Governor, "how she has got him under in three weeks. Old hand, you see."

"She's educating him to want to right now, and I think he'll learn pretty quick. I guess Mr. Lin's romance

wasn't very ideal this trip. Hello! here comes Jode. Jode, won't you lunch with us? Mr. Ogden, of New York,

Mr. Jode. Mr. Jode is our signalservice officer, Mr. Ogden." The Governor's eyes were sparkling

"Gentlemen, goodmorning. Mr. Ogden, I am honored to make your acquaintance," said the signalservice

Now Jode is the most extraordinarily solemn man I have ever known. He has the solemnity of all science,

added to the unspeakable weight of representing five of the oldest families in South Carolina. The Jodes

themselves were not old in South Carolina, but immensely so inI think he told me it was Long Island. His

name is Poinsett Middleton Manigault Jode. He used to weigh a hundred and twentyeight pounds then, but

his health has strengthened in that climate. His clothes were black; his face was white, with black eyes sharp

as a pin; he had the shape of a spout the same narrow size all the way downand his voice was as dry and

light as an eggshell. In his first days at Cheyenne he had constantly challenged large cowboys for taking

familiarities with his dignity, and they, after one moment's bewilderment, had concocted apologies that

entirely met his exactions, and gave them much satisfaction also. Nobody would have hurt Jode for the world.

In time he came to see that Wyoming was a game invented after his book of rules was published, and he

looked on, but could not play the game. He had fallen, along with other incongruities, into the roaring

Western hotchpot, and he passed his careful, precise days with barometers and weathercharts.

He answered the Governor with official and South Carolina impressiveness. "There is no indication of

"Well, that's what I thought," said the joyous Governor, "so I'm going to whoop her up."

"Atmosphere, and all that," said the Governor. "Whole business has got to get a move on. I've sent for a

"Governor, you are certainly a wag, sir," said Jode, who enjoyed Barker as some people enjoy a symphony,

without understanding it. But after we had reached the club and were lunching, and Jode realized that a letter

had actually been written telling Hilbrun to come and bring his showers with him, the punctilious

signalservice officer stated his position. "Have your joke, sir," he said, waving a thin, clean hand, "but I

"If that's his nameyes, sir. As a member of the Weather Bureau and the Meteorological Society I can have

"Glory!" said the Governor. "Well, I suppose not. I see your point, Jode. I'll be careful to keep you apart. As a

member of the College of Physicians I've felt that way about homeopathy and the faithcure. All very well if

patients will call 'em in, but can't meet 'em in consultation. But three months' drought annually, Jode! It's

slowtoo slow. The Western people feel that this conservative method the Zodiac does its business by is out

"I am quite serious, sir," said Jode. "And let me express my gratification that you do see my point." So we

Our weather scheme did not at first greatly move the public. Beyond those who made up the purse, few of our

acquaintances expressed curiosity about Hilbrun, and next afternoon Lin McLean told me in the street that he

was disgusted with Cheyenne's coldness toward the enterprise. "But the boys would fly right at it and stay

"She's well," said Lin, turning his eye from mine. "Who's your friend all bugged up in English clothes?"

"Him and his eyeglasses!" said the sceptical puncher, still looking away from me and surveying Ogden, who

was approaching with the Governor. That excellent man, still at long range, broke out smiling till his teeth

"Says he wants a cart at the depot, and a small building where he can be private," added Ogden. "Great, isn't

"You bet!" said Lin, brightening. The New Yorker's urbane but obvious excitement mollified Mr. McLean.

Lin had not. Ogden offered him a cigar, which the puncher pronounced excellent, and we all agreed to see

"We're going to show the telegram to Jode," said the Governor; and he and Ogden departed on this mission to

"Well, I must be getting along myself," said Lin; but he continued walking slowly with me. "Where're yu'

"Nowhere in particular," said I. And we paced the board sidewalks a little more.

"Yes. I've never saw it rain any to speak of in summer. I expect it's the rule. Don't you?"

He left me at a corner, and I stood watching his tall, depressed figure. A hundred yards down the street he

turned, and seeing me looking after him, pretended he had not turned; and then I took my steps toward the

club, telling myself that I had been something of a skunk; for I had inquired for Mrs. McLean in a certain

tone, and I had hinted to Lin that he had lacked caution; and this was nothing but a way of saying "I told you

so" to the man that is down. Down Lin certainly was, although it had not come so home to me until our little

At the club I found the Governor teaching Ogden a Cheyenne specialtya particular drink, the Allston

cocktail. "It's the bitters that does the trick," he was saying, but saw me and called out: "You ought to have

been with us and seen Jode. I showed him the telegram, you know. He read it through, and just handed it back

to me, and went on monkeying with his anemometer. Ever seen his instruments? Every fresh jigger they get

out he sends for. Well, he monkeyed away, and wouldn't say a word, so I said, 'You understand, Jode, this

telegram comes from Hilbrun.' And Jode, he quit his anemometer and said, 'I make no doubt, sir, that your

despatch is genuwine.' Oh, South Carolina's indignant at me!" And the Governor slapped his knee. "Why, he's

so set against Hilbrun," he continued, "I guess if he knew of something he could explode to stop rain he'd let

It was thus we had come to look at our enterprisea game between a wellestablished, respectable weather

bureau and an upstart charlatan. And it was the charlatan had our sympathyas all charlatans, whether

religious, military, medical, political, or what not, have with the average American. We met him at the

station. That is, Ogden, McLean, and I; and the Governor, being engaged, sent (unofficially) his secretary and

the requested cart. Lin was anxious to see what would be put in the cart, and I was curious about how a

rainmaker would look. But he turned out an unassuming, quiet man in blue serge, with a face you could not

remember afterwards, and a few civil, ordinary remarks. He even said it was a hot day, as if he had no

relations with the weather; and what he put into the cart were only two packingboxes of no special

significance to the eye. He desired no lodging at the hotel, but to sleep with his apparatus in the building

provided for him; and we set out for it at once. It was an untenanted barn, and he asked that he and his

assistant might cut a hole in the roof, upon which we noticed the assistant for the first timea tallish,

goodlooking young man, but with a weak mouth. "This is Mr. Lusk," said the rainmaker; and we shook

hands, Ogden and I exchanging a glance. Ourselves and the cart marched up Hill Streetor Capitol Avenue,

as it has become named since Cheyenne has grown fuller of pomp and emptier of prosperityand I thought

we made an unusual procession: the Governor's secretary, unofficially leading the way to the barn; the cart,

and the rainmaker beside it, guarding his packedup mysteries; McLean and Lusk, walking together in

unconscious bigamy; and in the rear, Odgen nudging me in the ribs. That it was the correct Lusk we had with

us I felt sure from his incompetent, healthy, vacant appearance, strongbodied and shiftlessthe sort of man

to weary of one trade and another, and make a failure of wife beating between whiles. In Twentyfourth

Street the town's uttermost rimthe Governor met us, and stared at Lusk. "Christopher!" was his single

observation; but he never forgets a face cannot afford to, now that he is in politics; and, besides, Lusk

"Is there any objection to my having a hole in the roof?" asked the rainmaker; for this the secretary had been

"What! going to throw your bombs through it?" said the Governor, smiling heartily.

But the rainmaker explained at once that his was not the bomb system, but a method attended by more rain

and less disturbance. "Not that the bomb don't produce firstclass results at times and under circumstances,"

The Governor hesitated about the hole in the roof, which Hilbrun told us was for a metal pipe to conduct his

generated gases into the air. The owner of the barn had gone to Laramie. However, we found a stovepipe

hole, which saved delay. "And what day would you prefer the shower?" said Hilbrun, after we had gone over

This was Thursday; and Sunday was chosen, as a day when no one had business to detain him from

witnessing the showerthough it seemed to me that on weekdays, too, business in Cheyenne was not so

inexorable as this. We gave the strangers some information about the town, and left them. The sun went away

in a cloudless sky, and came so again when the stars had finished their untarnished shining. Friday was clear

I saw a sorry spectacle in the streetthe bridegroom and the bride shopping together; or, rather, he with his

wad of bills was obediently paying for what she bought; and when I met them he was carrying a scarlet

parasol and a bonnetbox. His biscuitshooter, with the lust of purchase on her, was brilliantly dressed, and

pervaded the street with splendor, like an escaped parrot. Lin walked beside her, but it might as well have

been behind, and his bearing was so different from his wonted happygoluckiness that I had a mind to take

off my hat and say, "Goodmorning, Mrs. Lusk." But it was "Mrs. McLean "I said, of course. She gave me a

remote, imperious nod, and said, "Come on, Lin," something like a cross nurse, while he, out of sheer

decency, made her a goodhumored, jocular answer, and said to me, "It takes a woman to know what to buy

for housekeepin,"; which poor piece of hypocrisy endeared him to me more than ever. The puncher was not

of the fibre to succeed in keeping appearances, but he deserved success, which the angels consider to be

enough. I wondered if disenchantment had set in, or if this were only the preliminary stage of surprise and

wounding, and I felt that but one test could show, namely, a coming face to face of Mr. and Mrs. Lusk,

perhaps not to be desired. Neither was it likely. The assistant rainmaker kept himself steadfastly inside or

near the barn, at the north corner of Cheyenne, while the bride, when she was in the street at all, haunted the

On this Friday noon the appearance of the metal tube above the blind building spread some excitement. It

moved several of the citizens to pay the place a visit and ask to see the machine. These callers, of course,

sustained a polite refusal, and returned among their friends with a contempt for such quackery, and a greatly

heightened curiosity; so that pretty soon you could hear discussions at the street corners, and by Saturday

morning Cheyenne was talking of little else. The town prowled about the barn and its oracular metal tube,

and heard and saw nothing. The Governor and I (let it be confessed) went there ourselves, since the

twentyfour hours of required preparation were now begun. We smelled for chemicals, and he thought there

was a something, but having been bred a doctor, distrusted his imagination. I could not be sure myself

whether there was anything or not, although I walked three times round the barn, snuffing as dispassionately

as I knew how. It might possibly be chlorine, the Governor said, or some gas for which ammonia was in part

responsible; and this was all he could say, and we left the place. The world was as still and the hard, sharp

hills as clear and near as ever; and the sky over Sahara is not more dry and enduring than was ours. This

tenacity in the elements plainly gave Jode a malicious official pleasure. We could tell it by his talk at lunch;

and when the Governor reminded him that no rain was contracted for until the next day, he mentioned that

the approach of a storm is something that modern science is able to ascertain long in advance; and he bade us

come to his office whenever we pleased, and see for ourselves what science said. This was, at any rate,

something to fill the afternoon with, and we went to him about five. Lin McLean joined us on the way. I

came upon him lingering alone in the street, and he told me that Mrs. McLean was calling on friends. I saw

that he did not know how to spend the short recess or holiday he was having. He seemed to cling to the

society of others, and with them for the time regain his gayer mind. He had become converted to Ogden, and

the NewYorker, on his side, found pleasant and refreshing this democracy of Governors and cowpunchers.

Jode received us at the signalservice office, and began to show us his instruments with the careful pride of

"A hair hygrometer," he said to me, waving his waxlike hand over it. "The indications are obtained from the

expansion and contraction of a prepared human hair, transferred to an index needle traversing the divided arc

"What oil do you put on the human hair Jode?" called out the Governor, who had left our group, and was

gamboling about by himself among the tubes and dials. "What will this one do?" he asked, and poked at a wet

paper disc. But before the courteous Jode could explain that it had to do with evaporation and the dewpoint,

the Governor's attention wandered, and he was blowing at a little fanwheel. This instantly revolved and set a

number of dial hands going different ways. "Hi!" said the Governor, delighted. "Seen 'em like that down

mines. Register air velocity in feet. Put it away, Jode. You don't want that tomorrow. What you'll need,

"I shall require nothing of the sort, Governor," Jode retorted at once. "And you can go to church without your

umbrella in safety, sir. See there." He pointed to a stormglass, which was certainly as clear as crystal. "An

oldfashioned test, you will doubtless say, gentlemen," Jode continuedthough none of us would have said

anything like that"but unjustly discredited; and, furthermore, its testimony is well corroborated, as you will

find you must admit." Jode's voice was almost threatening, and he fetched one corroborator after another. I

looked passively at wet and dry bulbs, at selfrecording, dotted registers; I caught the fleeting sound of words

like "meniscus "and "terrestrial minimum thermometer," and I nodded punctually when Jode went through

some calculation. At last I heard something that I could understanda series of telegraphic replies to Jode

from brother signalservice officers all over the United States. He read each one through from date of

signature, and they all made any rain tomorrow entirely impossible. "And I tell you," Jode concluded, in his

high, eggshell voice, "there's no chance of precipitation now, sir. I tell you, sir,"he was shrieking

We left him in his triumph among his glass and mercury. "Gee whiz!" said the Governor. "I guess we'd better

We went, and Hilbrun smiled with a certain compassion for the antiquated scientist. "That's what they all

"If any of you gentlemen, or your friends," said Assistant Lusk, stepping up, "feel like doing a little business

"Go yu' in twenties," said the impetuous puncher; and I now perceived this was to be a sporting event. Lin

had his wad of bills outor what of it still survived his bride's shopping. "Will you hold stakes, doctor?" he

But that official looked at the clear sky, and thought he would do five to one in twenties himself. Lusk

accommodated him, and then Ogden, and then me. None of us could very well be stakeholder, but we

registered our bets, and promised to procure an uninterested man by eight next morning. I have seldom had so

much trouble, and I never saw such a universal search for ready money. Every man we asked to hold stakes

instantly whipped out his own pocketbook, went in search of Lusk, and disqualified himself. It was Jode

helped us out. He would not bet, but was anxious to serve, and thus punish the bragging Lusk.

Sunday was, as usual, chronically fine, with no cloud or breeze anywhere, and by the time the churchbells

were ringing, ten to one was freely offered. The biscuitshooter went to church with her friends, so she might

wear her fine clothes in a worthy place, while her furloughed husband rushed about Cheyenne, entirely his

own old self again, his wad of money staked and in Jode's keeping. Many citizens bitterly lamented their lack

of ready money. But it was a good thing for these people that it was Sunday, and the banks closed.

The churchbells ceased; the congregations sat inside, but outside the hot town showed no Sunday emptiness

or quiet. The metal tube, the possible smell, Jode's sustained and haughty indignation, the extraordinary

assurance of Lusk, all this had ended by turning every one restless and eccentric. A citizen came down the

street with an umbrella. In a moment the bystanders had reduced it to a sordid tangle of ribs. Old Judge

Burrage attempted to address us at the corner about the vast progress of science. The postmaster pinned a

card on his back with the wellknown legend, "I am somewhat of a liar myself." And all the while the sun

shone high and hot, while Jode grew quieter and colder under the certainty of victory. It was after twelve

o'clock when the people came from church, and no change or sign was to be seen. Jode told us, with a chill

smile, that he had visited his instruments and found no new indications. Fifteen minutes after that the sky was

brown. Sudden, padded, dropsical clouds were born in the blue above our heads. They blackened, and a smart

shower, the first in two months, wet us all, and ceased. The sun blazed out, and the sky came blue again, like

Amazement at what I saw happening in the heavens took me from things on earth, and I was unaware of the

universal fit that now seized upon Cheyenne until I heard the high cry of Jode at my ear. His usual punctilious

bearing had forsaken him, and he shouted alike to stranger and acquaintance: "It is no halfinch, sir! Don't

you tell me"' And the crowd would swallow him, but you could mark his vociferous course as he went

proclaiming to the world. "A failure, sir! The fellow's an impostor, as I well knew. It's no halfinch!" Which

"If you'll just keep cool," said he"it's only the first instalment. In about two hours and a half I'll give you

Soon after four the dropsical clouds materialized once again above openmouthed Cheyenne. No school let

out for an unexpected holiday, no herd of stampeded range cattle, conducts itself more miscellaneously. Gray,

respectable men, with daughters married, leaped over fences and sprang back, prominent legislators hopped

howling up and down doorsteps, women waved handkerchiefs from windows and porches, the chattering

Jode flew from anemometer to raingauge, and old Judge Burrage apostrophized Providence in his front

yard, with the postmaster's label still pinned to his back. Nobody minded the sluicing downpourthis second

instalment was much more of a thing than the firstand Hilbrun alone kept a calm exteriorthe face of the

man who lifts a heavy dumbbell and throws an impressive glance at the audience. Assistant Lusk was by no

means thus proof against success I saw him put a bottle back in his pocket, his face already disintegrated with

a tipsy leer. Judge Burrage, perceiving the rainmaker, came out of his gate and proceeded toward him,

extending the hand of congratulation. "Mr. Hilbrun," said he, "I am Judge Burragethe Honorable T.

Coleman Burrageand I will say that I am most favorably impressed with your shower."

"I tell you it's no halfinch yet, gentlemen," said Jode, ignoring the facetious puncher.

"You bet "' said Lin. "Fair and square. If they're goin' back on yu', doctor, I'll chipShucks!" Lin's hand fell

from the empty pocket; he remembered his wad in the stakeholder's hands, and that he now possessed

possibly two dollars in silver, all told. "I can't chip in, doctor," he said. "That hobo over there has won my

cash, an' he's filling up on the prospect right now. I don't care! It's the biggest show I've ever saw. You're a

dandy, Mr. Hilbrun! Whoop!" And Lin clapped the rainmaker on the shoulder, exulting. He had been too

well entertained to care what he had in his pocket, and his wife had not yet occurred to him.

They were disputing about the rainfall, which had been slightly under half an inch in a few spots, but over it

in many others; and while we stood talking in the renewed sunlight, more telegrams were brought to Jode,

saying that there was no moisture anywhere, and simultaneously with these, riders dashed into town with the

news that twelve miles out the rain had flattened the grain crop. We had more of such reports from as far as

thirty miles, and beyond that there had not been a drop or a cloud. It staggered one's reason; the brain was

"Well, gentlemen," said the rainmaker, "I'm packed up, and my train'll be along soonwould have been

along by this, only it's late. What's the word as to my three hundred and fifty dollars?"

Even still there were objections expressed. He had not entirely performed his side of the contract.

"I think different, gentlemen," said he. "But I'll unpack and let that train go. I can't have the law on you, I

suppose. But if you don't pay me" (the rainmaker put his hands in his pockets and leaned against the fence)

In earthquakes and eruptions people end by expecting anything; and in the total eclipse that was now over all

Cheyenne's ordinary standards and precedents the bewildered community saw in this threat nothing more

"If I had foreseen, gentlemen," said Jode, too deeply grieved now to feel anger, "that I would even be

indirectly associated with your losing your money through thisthis absurd occurrence, I would have

declined to help you. It becomes my duty," he continued, turning coldly to the inebriated Lusk, "to hand this

"What's that you say, Lin McLean?" It was the biscuitshooter, and she surged to the front.

"Broke! You!" She glared at her athletic young lord, and she uttered a preliminary howl.

At that longlost cry Lusk turned his silly face. "It's my darling Kate," he said. "Why, Kate!"

The next thing that I knew Ogden and I were grappling with Lin McLean; for everything had happened at

once. The bride had swooped upon her first wedded love and burst into tears on the man's neck, which Lin

was trying to break in consequence. We do not always recognize our benefactors at sight. They all came to

the ground, and we hauled the second husband off. The lady and Lusk remained in a heap, he foolish, tearful,

and affectionate; she turned furiously at bay, his guardian angel, indifferent to the onlooking crowd, and

hurling righteous defiance at Lin. "Don't yus dare lay yer finger on my husband, you sagebrush bigamist!" is

"Bigamist?" repeated Lin, dazed at this charge. "I ain't," he said to Ogden and me. "I never did. I've never

"Little good that'll do yus, Lin McLean! Me and him was man and wife before ever I come acrosst yus."

"Her and me," whimpered Lusk. "Sidney." He sat up with a limp, confiding stare at everybody.

The stakes at this point fell from his pocket which he did not notice. But the bride had them in safekeeping

"He's as good a man as you, and better," snorted the guardian angel. "Give him a pistol, and he'll make you

"Goodbye, gentlemen," said the rainmaker. "That's the westbound. I'm perfectly satisfied with my

"You are?" shouted Lin McLean. "Him and Jim's going to work it again! For goodness' sake, somebody lend

At this there was an instantaneous rush. Ten minutes later, in front of the ticketwindows there was a line of

citizens buying tickets for Salt Lake as if it had been Madame Bernhardt. Some rock had been smitten, and

ready money had flowed forth. The Governor saw us off, sad that his duties should detain him. But Jode

"Betting is the fool's argument, gentlemen," said he to Ogden, McLean, and me, "and it's a weary time since I

"See here," said I; "I want to talk to you." We went into another car, and I did.

"And so yu' knowed about Lusk when we was on them board walks?" the puncher said.

"Shucks! no. Yu' couldn't. Nobody couldn't. It's a queer world, all the same. Yu' have good friends, and all

that." He looked out of the window." Laramie already!" he commented, and got out and walked by himself on

the platform until we had started again. "Yu' have good friends," he pursued, settling himself so his long legs

were stretched and comfortable, "and they tell yu' things, and you tell them things. And when it don't make

no particular matter one way or the other, yu' give 'em your honest opinion and talk straight to 'em, and they'll

come to you the same way. So that when yu're ridin' the range alone sometimes, and thinkin' a lot o' things

over on top maybe of some doggoned hill, you'll say to yourself about some fellow yu' know mighty well,

'There's a man is a good friend of mine.' And yu' mean it. And it's so. Yet when matters is serious, as onced in

a while they're bound to get, and yu're in a plumb hole, where is the man thenyour good friend? Why, he's

where yu' want him to be. Standin' off, keepin' his mouth shut, and lettin' yu' find your own trail out. If he

tried to show it to yu', yu'd likely hit him. But shucks! Circumstances have showed me the trail this time, you

bet!" And the puncher's face, which had been sombre, grew lively, and he laid a friendly hand on my knee.

"You bet! But it's sure a queer world. Tell yu'," said Lin, with the air of having made a discovery, "when a

man gets down to bedrock affairs in this life he's got to do his travellin' alone, same as he does his dyin'. I

"Wellno more was I. Let's go to bed." And Lin shook my hand, and gave me a singular, rather melancholy

At Salt Lake City, which Ogden was glad to include in his Western holiday, we found both Mormon and

Gentile ready to give us odds against rainonly I noticed that those of the true faith were less free. Indeed;

the Mormon, the Quaker, and most sects of an isolated doctrine have a nice prudence in money. During our

brief stay we visited the sights: floating in the lake, listening to pins drop in the gallery of the Tabernacle,

seeing frescos of saints in robes speaking from heaven to Joseph Smith in the Sunday clothes of a modern

farmhand, and in the street we heard at a distance a strenuous domestic talk between the new or perhaps I

"She's corralled Sidney's cash!" said the delighted Lin. "He can't bet nothing on this shower "

Stripped of money both ways, Cheyenne, having most fortunately purchased a return ticket, sought its home.

The perplexed rainmaker went somewhere else, without his assistant. Lusk's exulting wife, having the

"Good luck to yu', Sidney!" said Lin, speaking to him for the first time since Cheyenne. "I feel a heap better

since I've saw yu' married." He paid no attention to the biscuitshooter, or the horrible language that she

Jode also felt "a heap better." Legitimate science had triumphed. Today, most of Cheyenne believes with

Jode that it was all a coincidence. South Carolina had bet on her principles, and won from Lin the few dollars

"Join the beef roundup. Balaam's payin' forty dollars. I guess that'll keep a single man."

The Governor descended the steps of the Capitol slowly and with pauses, lifting a list frequently to his eye.

He had intermittently pencilled it between stages of the forenoon's public business, and his gait grew absent

as he recurred now to his jottings in their accumulation, with a slight pain at their number, and the definite

fear that they would be more in seasons to come. They were the names of his friends' children to whom his

excellent heart moved him to give Christmas presents. He had put off this regenerating evil until the latest

day, as was his custom, and now he was setting forth to do the whole thing at a blow, entirely planless among

the guns and rockinghorses that would presently surround him. As he reached the highway he heard himself

familiarly addressed from a distance, and, turning, saw four sons of the alkali jogging into town from the

plain. One who had shouted to him galloped out from the others, rounded the Capitol's enclosure, and,

approaching with radiant countenance leaned to reach the hand of the Governor, and once again greeted him

Governor Barker, M.D., seeing Mr. McLean unexpectedly after several years, hailed the horseman with frank

and lively pleasure, and, inquiring who might be the other riders behind, was told that they were Shorty,

Chalkeye, and Dollar Bill, come for Christmas. "And dandies to hit town with," Mr. McLean added.

"We've been ridin' trail for twelve weeks," the cowpuncher continued, "makin' our beds down anywheres,

and eatin' the same old chuck every day. So we've shook fried beef and heifer's delight, and we're goin' to

Then Mr. McLean overflowed with talk and pungent confidences, for the holidays already rioted in his spirit,

"We've soured on scenery," he finished, in his drastic idiom. "We're sick of moonlight and cowdung, and

"Call on me," remarked the Governor, cheerily, "when you're ready for bromides and sulphates."

"I ain't boxheaded no more," protested Mr. McLean; "I've got maturity, Doc, since I seen yu' at the

rainmaking, and I'm a heap older than them hospital days when I bust my leg on yu'. Three or four glasses

"That your rule, too?" inquired the Governor of Shorty, Chalkeye, and Dollar Bill. These gentlemen of the

"We ain't talkin', we're waitin'," observed Chalkeye; and the three cynics smiled amiably.

"Well, Doc, see yu' again," said Mr. McLean. He turned to accompany his brother cowpunchers, but in that

particular moment Fate descended or came up from whatever place she dwells in and entered the body of the

"What's your hurry?" said Fate, speaking in the official's hearty manner. "Come along with me."

His Excellency the jovial Governor opened his teeth in pleasure at this, for he was a bachelor, and there were

fifteen upon his list, which he held up for the edification of the hasty McLean. "Not mine, I'm happy to say.

My friends keep marrying and settling, and their kids call me uncle, and climb around and bother, and I

forget their names, and think it's a girl, and the mother gets mad. Why, if I didn't remember these little folks

at Christmas they'd be wonderingnot the kids, they just break your toys and don't notice; but the mother

would wonder'What's the matter with Dr. Barker? Has Governor Barker gone back on us?'that's where

But the cowpuncher had ceased to smile, and now, while Barker ran on exuberantly, McLean's wideopen

eyes rested upon him, singular and intent, and in their hazel depths the last gleam of jocularity went out.

"That's where the strain comes, you see. Two sets of acquaintances. Grateful patients and loyal voters, and

I've got to keep solid with both outfits, especially the wives and mothers. They're the people. So it's drums,

and dolls, and sheep on wheels, and games, and monkeys on a stick, and the saleslady shows you a

mechanical bear, and it costs too much, and you forget whether the Judge's second girl is Nellie or Susie,

andwell, I'm just in for my annual circus this afternoon! You're in luck. Christmas don't trouble a chap

"A chap fixed like you!" The cowpuncher said it slowly to himself. "No, sure." He seemed to be watching

Shorty, and Chalkeye, and Dollar Bill going down the road. "That's a new ideaChristmas," he murmured,

for it was one of his oldest, and he was recalling the Christmas when he wore his first long trousers.

"Comes once a year pretty regular," remarked the prosperous Governor. "Seems often when you pay the bill."

"I haven't made a Christmas gift," pursued the cowpuncher, dreamily, "not forforLord! it's a hundred

years, I guess. I don't know anybody that has any right to look for such a thing from me." This was indeed a

"Gee whiz!" said Barker, briskly, "there goes twelve o'clock. I've got to make a start. Sorry you can't come

His Excellency left the rider sitting motionless, and forgot him at once in his own preoccupation. He hastened

upon his journey to the shops with the list, not in his pocket, but held firmly, like a plank in the imminence of

shipwreck. The Nellies and Susies pervaded his mind, and he struggled with the presentiment that in a day or

two he would recall some omitted and wretchedly important child. Quick hoofbeats made him look up, and

Mr. McLean passed like a wind. The Governor absently watched him go, and saw the pony hunch and stiffen

in the check of his speed when Lin overtook his companions. Down there in the distance they took a side

street, and Barker rejoicingly remembered one more name and wrote it as he walked. In a few minutes he had

"The boys are seein' after my horse," Lin rapidly began, "and I've got to meet 'em sharp at one. We're twelve

weeks shy on a square meal, yu' see, and this first has been a date from 'way back. I'd like to" Here Mr.

McLean cleared his throat, and his speech went less smoothly. "Doc, I'd like just for a while to watch yu'

The Governor expressed his agreeable surprise at this change of mind, and was glad of McLean's company

and judgment during the impending selections. A picture of a cowpuncher and himself discussing a couple

of dolls rose nimbly in Barker's mental eye, and it was with an imperfect honesty that he said, "You'll help

So together these two went Christmasing in the throng. Wyoming's Chief Executive knocked elbows with the

spurred and jingling waif, one man as good as another in that raw, hopeful, fullblooded cattle era, which

now the sobered West remembers as the days of its fond youth. For one man has been as good as another in

three placesParadise before the Fall; the Rocky Mountains before the wire fence; and the Declaration of

Independence. And then this Governor, beside being young, almost as young as Lin McLean or the Chief

Justice (who lately had celebrated his thirtysecond birthday), had in his doctoring days at Drybone known

the cowpuncher with that familiarity which lasts a lifetime without breeding contempt; accordingly he now

Christmas filled the windows and Christmas stirred in mankind. Cheyenne, not overzealous in doctrine or

litanies, and with the opinion that a world in the hand is worth two in the bush, nevertheless was flocking

together, neighbor to think of neighbor, and every one to remember the children; a sacred assembly, after all,

gathered to rehearse unwittingly the articles of its belief, the Creed and Doctrine of the Child. Lin saw them

hurry and smile among the paper fairies; they questioned and hesitated, crowded and made decisions, failed

utterly to find the right thing, forgot and hastened back, suffered all the various desperations of the eleventh

hour, and turned homeward, dropping their parcels with that undimmed goodwill that once a year makes

gracious the universal human face. This brotherhood swam and beamed before the cowpuncher's brooding

eyes, and in his ears the greeting of the season sang. Children escaped from their mothers and ran chirping

behind the counters to touch and meddle in places forbidden. Friends dashed against each other with rabbits

and magic lanterns, greeted in haste, and were gone, amid the sound of musical boxes.

Through this tinkle and bleating of little machinery the murmur of the human heart drifted in and out of

McLean's hearing; fragments of home talk, tendernesses, economies, intimate first names, and dinner hours,

and whether it was joy or sadness, it was in common; the world seemed knit in a single skein of home ties.

Two or three came by whose purses must have been slender, and whose purchases were humble and chosen

after much nice adjustment; and when one plain man dropped a word about both ends meeting, and the

woman with him laid a hand on his arm, saying that his children must not feel this year was different, Lin

made a step toward them. There were hours and spots where he could readily have descended upon them at

that, played the role of clinking affluence, waved thanks aside with competent blasphemy, and tossing off

some infamous whiskey, cantered away in the full selfconscious strut of the frontier. But here was not the

moment; the abashed cowpuncher could make no such parade in this place. The people brushed by him back

and forth, busy upon their errands, and aware of him scarcely more than if he had been a spirit looking on

from the helpless dead; and so, while these weaving needs and kindnesses of man were within arm's touch of

him, he was locked outside with his impulses. Barker had, in the natural press of customers, long parted from

him, to become immersed in choosing and rejecting; and now, with a fair part of his mission accomplished,

he was ready to go on to the next place, and turned to beckon McLean. He found him obliterated in a corner

"He looks livelier than you do," said the hearty Governor. "'Fraid it's been slow waiting."

This uncertainty was expressed with such gentleness that Barker roared. "You never did lie to me," he said,

"long as I've known you. Well, never mind. I've got some real advice to ask you now."

At this Mr. McLean's face grew more alert. "Say Doc," said he, "what do yu' want for Christmas that

"I believe you're in earnest!" cried his Excellency. "That's simply rich!" Here was a thing to relish! The

Frontier comes to town "heeled for a big time," finds that presents are all the rage, and must immediately give

somebody something. Oh, childlike, miscellaneous Frontier! So thought the goodhearted Governor; and it

seems a venial misconception. "My dear fellow," he added, meaning as well as possible, "I don't want you to

"Plenty's not the point. I'll take as many drinks as you please with you. You didn't expect anything from me?"

"There! Of course you didn't. Then, what are you getting proud about? Here's our shop." They stepped in

from the street to new crowds and counters. "Now," pursued the Governor, "this is for a very particular friend

They were sets of Tennyson in cases holding little volumes equal in number, but the binding various, and Mr.

McLean reached his decision after one look. "That," said he, and laid a large muscular hand upon the

Laureate. The young lady behind the counter spoke out acidly, and Lin pulled the abject hand away. His taste,

however, happened to be sound, or, at least, it was at one with the Governor's; but now they learned that there

The Governor stared at the delicate article of his choice. "I know that Tennyson is what sheis what's

wanted," he muttered; and, feeling himself nudged, looked around and saw Lin's extended fist. This gesture

he took for a facetious sympathy, and, dolorously grasping the hand, found himself holding a lump of bills.

Sheer amazement relaxed him, and the cowpuncher's matted wealth tumbled on the floor in sight of all

people. Barker picked it up and gave it back. "No, no, no!" he said, mirthful over his own inclination to be

A giggle behind the counter disturbed them both, but the sharp young lady was only dusting. The Governor at

once paid haughtily for Tennyson's expensive works, and the cowpuncher pushed his discountenanced

savings back into his clothes. Making haste to leave the book department of this shop, they regained a mutual

ease, and the Governor became waggish over Lin's concern at being too rich. He suggested to him the list of

delinquent taxpayers and the latest census from which to select indigent persons. He had patients, too, whose

inveterate pennilessness he could swear cheerfully to"since you want to bolt from your own money," he

"Yes, I'm a green horse," assented Mr. McLean, gallantly; "ain't used to the looks of a twentydollar bill, and

From his facethat jocular maskone might have counted him the most serene and careless of vagrants,

and in his words only the ordinary voice of banter spoke to the Governor. A good woman, it may well be,

would have guessed before this the sensitive soul in the blundering body, but Barker saw just the familiar,

whimsical, happygolucky McLean of old days, and so he went gayly and innocently on, treading upon

The ruddy cowpuncher grinned. He had passed through the world of woman with but few delays, rejoicing

in informal and transient entanglements, and he welcomed the turn which the conversation seemed now to be

taking. "If you'll give me her name and address," said he, with the future entirely in his mind.

"Say, Doc," said Lin, uneasily, "none of 'em ain't married me since I saw yu' last."

"Then she hasn't written from Laramie," said the hilarious Governor, and Mr. McLean understood and

winced in his spirit deep down. "Gee whiz!" went on Barker, "I'll never forget you and Lusk that day!"

But the mask fell now. "You're talking of his wife, not mine," said the cowpuncher very quietly, and smiling

no more; "and, Doc, I'm going to say a word to yu', for I know yu've always been my good friend. I'll never

"I know yu' didn't, Doc. It ain't you that's the fool. And in a wayin a way" Lin's speech ended among his

crowding memories, and Barker, seeing how wistful his face had turned, waited. "But I ain't quite the same

fool I was before that happened to me," the cowpuncher resumed, "though maybe my actions don't show to

be wiser. I know that there was better luck than a man like me had any call to look for."

The sobered Barker said, simply, "Yes, Lin." He was put to thinking by these words from the unsuspected

Out in the Bow Leg country Lin McLean had met a woman with thick, red cheeks, calling herself by a

maiden name; and this was his whole knowledge of her when he put her one morning astride a Mexican

saddle and took her fifty miles to a magistrate and made her his lawful wife to the best of his ability and

belief. His sagebrush intimates were confident he would never have done it but for a rival. Racing the rival

and beating him had swept Mr. McLean past his own intentions, and the marriage was an inadvertence. "He

jest bumped into it before he could pull up," they explained; and this casualty, resulting from Mr. McLean's

sporting blood, had entertained several hundred square miles of alkali. For the newmade husband the joke

soon died. In the immediate weeks that came upon him he tasted a bitterness worse than in all his life before,

and learned also how deep the woman, when once she begins, can sink beneath the man in baseness. That

was a knowledge of which he had lived innocent until this time. But he carried his outward self serenely, so

that citizens in Cheyenne who saw the cowpuncher with his bride argued shrewdly that men of that sort

liked women of that sort; and before the strain had broken his endurance an unexpected first husband, named

Lusk, had appeared one Sunday in the street, prosperous, forgiving, and exceedingly drunk. To the arms of

Lusk she went back in the public street, deserting McLean in the presence of Cheyenne; and when Cheyenne

saw this, and learned how she had been Mrs. Lusk for eight long, if intermittent, years, Cheyenne laughed

loudly. Lin McLean laughed, too, and went about his business, ready to swagger at the necessary moment,

and with the necessary kind of joke always ready to shield his hurt spirit. And soon, of course, the matter

grew stale, seldom raked up in the Bow Leg country where Lin had been at work; so lately he had begun to

"Is she with him?" he asked Barker, and musingly listened while Barker told him. The Governor had thought

to make it a racy story, with the moral that the joke was now on Lusk; but that inner man had spoken and

revealed the cowpuncher to him in a new and complicated light; hence he quieted the proposed lively

cadence and vocabulary of his anecdote about the house of Lusk, but instead of narrating how Mrs. beat Mr.

on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, and Mr. took his turn the odd days, thus getting one ahead of his

lady, while the kid Lusk had outlined his opinion of the family by recently skipping to parts unknown, Barker

detailed these incidents more gravely, adding that Laramie believed Mrs. Lusk addicted to opium.

"I don't guess I'll leave my card on 'em," said McLean, grimly, "if I strike Laramie."

"You don't mind my saying I think you're well out of that scrape?" Barker ventured.

"Shucks, no! That's all right, Doc. Onlyyu' see now. A man gets tired pretendingonced in a while."

Time had gone while they were in talk, and it was now half after one and Mr. McLean late for that

longplotted first square meal. So the friends shook hands, wishing each other Merry Christmas, and the

cowpuncher hastened toward his chosen companions through the stirring cheerfulness of the season. His

playhour had made a dull beginning among the toys. He had come upon people engaged in a pleasant game,

and waited, shy and well disposed, for some bidding to join, but they had gone on playing with each other

and left him out. And now he went along in a sort of hurry to escape from that loneliness where his human

promptings had been lodged with him useless. Here was Cheyenne, full of holiday for sale, and he with his

pockets full of money to buy; and when he thought of Shorty, and Chalkeye, and Dollar Bill, those dandies to

hit a town with, he stepped out with a brisk, false hope. It was with a mental hurrah and a foretaste of a good

time coming that he put on his town clothes, after shaving and admiring himself, and sat down to the square

meal. He ate away and drank with a robust imitation of enjoyment that took in even himself at first. But the

sorrowful process of his spirit went on, for all he could do. As he groped for the contentment which he saw

around him he began to receive the jokes with counterfeit mirth. Memories took the place of anticipation, and

through their moody shiftings he began to feel a distaste for the company of his friends and a shrinking from

their lively voices. He blamed them for this at once. He was surprised to think he had never recognized before

how light a weight was Shorty; and here was Chalkeye, who knew better, talking religion after two glasses.

Presently this attack of noticing his friends' shortcomings mastered him, and his mind, according to its wont,

changed at a stroke. "I'm celebrating no Christmas with this crowd," said the inner man; and when they had

Governor Barker, finishing his purchases at halfpast three, went to meet a friend come from Evanston. Mr.

The cowpuncher went out on the platform and got aboard, and the train moved off. Barker had walked out

too in his surprise, and as he stared after the last car, Mr. McLean waved his wide hat defiantly and went

"And he says he's got maturity," Barker muttered. "I've known him since seventynine, and he's kept about

eight years old right along." The Governor was cross, and sorry, and presently crosser. His jokes about Lin's

marriage came back to him and put him in a rage with the departed fool. "Yes, about eight. Or six," said his

Excellency, justifying himself by the past. For he had first known Lin, the boy of nineteen, supreme in length

of limb and recklessness, breaking horses and feeling for an early mustache. Next, when the mustache was

nearly accomplished, he had mended the boy's badly broken thigh at Drybone. His skill (and Lin's utter

health) had wrought so swift a healing that the surgeon overflowed with the pride of science, and over the

bandages would explain the human body technically to his wildeyed and flattered patient. Thus young Lin

heard all about tibia, and comminuted, and other glorious new words, and when sleepless would rehearse

them. Then, with the bone so nearly knit that the patient might leave the ward on crutches to sit each morning

in Barker's room as a privilege, the disobedient child of twentyone had slipped out of the hospital and

hobbled hastily to the hog ranch, where whiskey and variety waited for a languishing convalescent. Here he

grew gay, and was soon carried back with the leg refractured. Yet Barker's surgical rage was disarmed, the

"I suppose it ain't no better this morning, Doc?" he had said, humbly, after a new week of bed and weights.

You could not chide such a boy as this; and in time's due course he had walked jauntily out into the world

with legs of equal length after all and in his stride the slightest halt possible. And Doctor Barker had missed

the child's conversation. Today his mustache was a perfected thing, and he in the late end of his twenties.

"He'll wake up about noon tomorrow in a dive, without a cent," said Barker. "Then he'll come back on a

At the Denver station Lin McLean passed through the shoutings and omnibuses, and came to the beginning of

Seventeenth Street, where is the first saloon. A customer was ordering Hot Scotch; and because he liked the

smell and had not thought of the mixture for a number of years, Lin took Hot Scotch. Coming out upon the

pavement, he looked across and saw a saloon opposite with brighter globes and windows more prosperous.

That should have been his choice; lemon peel would undoubtedly be fresher over there; and over he went at

once, to begin the whole thing properly. In such frozen weather no drink could be more timely, and he sat, to

enjoy without haste its mellow fitness. Once again on the pavement, he looked along the street toward

uptown beneath the crisp, cold electric lights, and three little bootblacks gathered where he stood and cried

"Shine? Shine?" at him. Remembering that you took the third turn to the right to get the best dinner in

Denver, Lin hit on the skilful plan of stopping at all Hot Scotches between; but the next occurred within a few

yards, and it was across the street. This one being attained and appreciated, he found that he must cross back

again or skip number four. At this rate he would not be dining in time to see much of the theatre, and he

stopped to consider. It was a German place he had just quitted, and a huge light poured out on him from its

window, which the proprietor's fatherland sentiment had made into a show. Lights shone among a wellset

pine forest, where beery, jovial gnomes sat on roots and reached upward to Santa Claus; he, grinning, fat, and

Teutonic, held in his right hand forever a foaming glass, and forever in his left a string of sausages that

dangled down among the gnomes. With his American back to this, the cowpuncher, wearing the same

serious, absent face he had not changed since he ran away from himself at Cheyenne, considered carefully the

Hot Scotch question, and which side of the road to take and stick to, while the little bootblacks found him

once more and cried, "Shine? Shine?" monotonous as snowbirds. He settled to stay over here with the

southside Scotches, and the little onenote song reaching his attention, he suddenly shoved his foot at the

"Dare you to touch him!" piped a snowbird, dangerously. They were in short trousers, and the eldest enemy,

"He's a special!" shrilled the leading bird, sensationally. "He's got a badge, and he's goin' to arrest yer."

Two of them hopped instantly to the safe middle of the street, and scattered with practiced strategy; but Billy

"What'll you give me not to?" inquired Lin, and he put his hands in his pockets, arms akimbo.

"Nothing; I've done nothing," announced Billy, firmly. But even in the last syllable his voice suddenly failed,

"What's he claim you lifted?" inquired the leader, with eagerness. "Tell him you haven't been inside a store

"Say," said the slowspoken Lin from the pavement, "you're poor judges of a badge, you fellows."

Mr. McLean also remained stationary in the bluish illumination of the window. "Why, if any policeman was

caught wearin' this here," said he, following his sprightly invention, "he'd get arrested himself."

This struck them extremely. They began to draw together, Billy lingering the last.

"If it's your idea," pursued Mr. McLean, alluringly, as the three took cautious steps nearer the curb, "that blue,

clasped hands in a circle of red stars gives the bearer the right to put folks in the jugwhy, I'll get somebody

The three made a swift rush, fell on simultaneous knees, and clattering their boxes down, began to spit in an

"Easy!" wheedled Mr. McLean, and they looked up at him, staring and fascinated. "Not having three feet,"

said the cowpuncher, always grave and slow, "I can only give two this here job."

"He's got a big pistol and a belt!" exulted the leader, who had precociously felt beneath Lin's coat.

"You're a smart boy," said Lin, considering him, "and yu' find a man out right away. Now you stand off and

tell me all about myself while they fix the bootsand a dollar goes to the quickest through."

Young Billy and his towheaded competitor flattened down, each to a boot, with all their might, while the

"Right again. Some day, maybe, you'll be wearing one of your own, if the angels don't pull yu' before you're

Small Billy was struggling still, but leaped at that, the two heads bobbing to a level together; and Mr.

McLean, looking down, saw that the arrangement had not been a good one for the boots.

"Will you kindly referee," said he, forgivingly, to the leader, "and decide which of them smears is the

"Well, that saves me money," said Mr. McLean, jingling his pocket. "I guess you've both won." He handed

each of them a dollar. "Now," he continued, "I just dassent show these boots uptown; so this time it's a dollar

The two went palpitating at their brushes again, and the leader played his mouthorgan with brilliant

unconcern. Lin, tall and brooding leaned against the jutting sill of the window, a figure somehow plainly

strange in town, while through the bright plateglass Santa Claus, holding out his beer and sausages,

Billy was laboring gallantly, but it was labor, the cowpuncher perceived, and Billy no seasoned expert." See

here," said Lin, stooping, "I'll show yu' how it's done. He's playin' that toon crosseyed enough to steer

"Lemme," said Billy. "I've got to learn." So he finished the boot his own way with wiry determination,

breathing and repolishing; and this event was also adjudged a dead heat, with results gratifying to both

parties. So here was their work done, and more money in their pockets than from all the other boots and shoes

of this day; and Towhead and Billy did not wish for further trade, but to spend this handsome fortune as soon

as might be. Yet they delayed in the brightness of the window, drawn by curiosity near this new kind of man

whose voice held them and whose remarks dropped them into constant uncertainty. Even the omitted leader

"That's you!" said the discovered puncher, with approval. "You'll do. But I bet you can't tell me what we

"Wearesworndon't yu' jump, now, and give me awaysworntoblow off three bootblacks to a

"That's the oath, fellows. Yu' may as well make your minds upfor I have it to do!"

"I can't waste my time on such smart boys," said Mr. McLean, rising lazily to his full height from the

windowsill. "I am goin' somewhere to find boys that ain't so turruble quick stampeded by a roast turkey."

He began to lounge slowly away, serious as he had been throughout, and they, stopping their noise short,

swiftly picked up their boxes, and followed him. Some change in the current of electricity that fed the

window disturbed its sparkling light, so that Santa Claus, with his arms stretched out behind the departing

cowpuncher seemed to be smiling more broadly from the midst of his flickering brilliance.

On their way to turkey, the host and his guests exchanged but few remarks. He was full of goodwill, and

threw off a comment or two that would have led to conversation under almost any circumstances save these;

but the minds of the guests were too distracted by this whole state of things for them to be capable of more

than keeping after Mr. McLean in silence, at a wary interval, and with their mouths, during most of the

journey, open. The badge, the pistol, their patron's talk, and the unusual dollars, wakened wide their bent for

the unexpected, their street affinity for the spur of the moment; they believed slimly in the turkey part of it,

but what this man might do next, to be there when he did it, and not to be trapped, kept their wits jumping

deliciously; so when they saw him stop, they stopped instantly too, ten feet out of reach. This was Denver's

most civilized restaurantthat one which Mr. McLean had remembered, with foreign dishes and private

rooms, where he had promised himself, among other things, champagne. Mr. McLean had never been inside

it, but heard a tale from a friend; and now he caught a sudden sight of people among geraniums, with plumes

and white shirtfronts, very elegant. It must have been several minutes that he stood contemplating the

"Plumb French!" he observed at length; and then, "Shucks!" in a key less confident, while his guests ten feet

away watched him narrowly. "They're eatin' patty de parleyvoo in there," he muttered, and the three

bootblacks came beside him. "Say, fellows," said Lin, confidingly, "I wasn't raised good enough for them

dude dishes. What do yu' say! I'm after a place where yu' can mention oyster stoo without givin' anybody a

"Ah, you come along with uswe'll take yer! You don't want to go in there. We'll show yer the boss place in

Market Street. We won't lose yer." So, shouting together in their shrill little city trebles, they clustered about

him, and one pulled at his coat to start him. He started obediently, and walked in their charge, they leading

"Christmas is comin' now, sure," said Lin, grinning to himself. "It ain't exactly what I figured on." It was the

first time he had laughed since Cheyenne, and he brushed a hand over his eyes, that were dim with the new

Believing at length in him and his turkey, the alert street faces, so suspicious of the unknown, looked at him

with ready intimacy as they went along; and soon, in the friendly desire to make him acquainted with Denver,

the three were patronizing him. Only Billy, perhaps, now and then stole at him a doubtful look.

The large Country Mouse listened solemnly to his three Town Mice, who presently introduced him to the

place in Market Street. It was not boss, precisely, and Denver knows better neighborhoods; but the turkey and

the oyster stew were there, with catsup and vegetables in season, and several choices of pie. Here the Country

Mouse became again efficient; and to witness his liberal mastery of ordering and imagine his pocket and its

wealth, which they had heard and partly seen, renewed in the guests a transient awe. As they dined, however,

and found the host as frankly ravenous as themselves, this reticence evaporated, and they all grew fluent with

oaths and opinions. At one or two words, indeed, Mr. McLean stared and had a slight sense of blushing.

"Thank yu'," said Lin. "I won't smoke, if yu'll excuse me." He had devised a wholesome meal, with water to

The leader spat brightly. "He ain't learned yet," said he, slanting his elbows at Billy and sliding a match over

his rump. "But beer, nowI never seen anything in it." He and Towhead soon left Billy and his callow

profanities behind, and engaged in a town conversation that silenced him, and set him listening with all his

admiring young might. Nor did Mr. McLean join in the talk, but sat embarrassed by this knowledge, which

"I'll be goshed," he thought, "if I'd caught on to half that when I was streakin' around in short pants! Maybe

they grow up quicker now." But now the Country Mouse perceived Billy's eager and attentive apprenticeship.

They had all forgotten he had said anything about theatre, and other topics left their impatient minds, while

the Country Mouse paid the bill and asked to be guided to the Operahouse. "This man here will look out for

They were very late. The spectacle had advanced far into passages of the highest thrill, and Denver's eyes

were riveted upon a ship and some icebergs. The party found its seats during several beautiful limelight

effects, and that remarkable flybuzzing of violins which is proounced so helpful in times of peril and

sentiment. The children of Captain Grant had been tracking their father all over the equator and other scenic

spots, and now the north pole was about to impale them. The Captain's youngest child, perceiving a

hummock rushing at them with a sudden motion, loudly shouted, "Sister, the ice is closing in!" and she

replied, chastely, "Then let us pray." It was a superb tableau: the ice split, and the sun rose and joggled at

once to the zenith. The actdrop fell, and male Denver, wrung to its religious deeps, went out to the

Of course Mr. McLean and his party did not do this. The party had applauded exceedingly the defeat of the

elements, and the leader, with Towhead, discussed the probable chances of the ship's getting farther south in

the next act. Until lately Billy's doubt of the cowpuncher had lingered; but during this intermission whatever

had been holding out in him seemed won, and in his eyes, that he turned stealthily upon his unconscious,

"She said to do it when the ice scared her, an' of course a man had to do what she wanted him."

"Well, do you believe they'd 'a' done it if she hadn't been on that boat, and clung around an' cried an'

"I hardly expect they would," replied the honest Lin, and then, suddenly mindful of Billy, "except there

wasn't nothin' else they could think of," he added, wishing to speak favorably of the custom.

"Why, that chunk of ice weren't so awful big anyhow. I'd 'a' shoved her off with a pole. Wouldn't you?"

"Well, I don't say my prayers any more. I told Mr. Perkins I wasn't agoing to, an' heI think he is a flubdub

"I'll bet he is!" said Lin, sympathetically. He was scarcely a prudent guardian.

"I told him straight, an' he looked at me an' down he flops on his knees. An' he made 'em all flop, but I told

him I didn't care for them putting up any campmeeting over me; an' he says, 'I'll lick you,' an' I says, 'Dare

you to!' I told him mother kep' alicking me for nothing, an' I'd not pray for her, not in Sundayschool or

"There! I told him a man didn't, an' he said then a man went to hell. 'You lie; father ain't going to hell,' I says,

and you'd ought to heard the first class laugh right out loud, girls an' boys. An' he was that mad! But I didn't

"Ah, I felt all right! I bought papers an' sold 'em, an' got more an' saved, ant got my box an' blacking outfit. I

weren't going to be licked by her just because she felt like it, an' she feeling like it most any time. Lemme see

"I'm agoing to. I'm agoing to camp out in the mountains. I'd like to see you when you camp. I'd like to

camp with you. Mightn't I some time?" Billy had drawn nearer to Lin, and was looking up at him adoringly.

"You bet!" said Lin; and though he did not, perhaps, entirely mean this, it was with a curiously softened face

that he began to look at Billy. As with dogs and his horse, so always he played with what children he met

the few in his sagebrush world; but this was ceasing to be quite play for him, and his hand went to the boy's

"Father took me camping with him once, the time mother was off. Father gets awful drunk, too. I've quit

Lin sat up, and his hand gripped the boy. "Laramie!" said he, almost shouting it. "Yu'yu'is your name

But the boy had shrunk from him instantly. "You're not going to take me home?" he piteously wailed.

He relaxed again, down in his chair, his legs stretched their straight length below the chair in front. He was

waked from his bewilderment by a brushing under him, and there was young Billy diving for escape to the

aisle, like the cornered city mouse that he was. Lin nipped that poor little attempt and had the limp Billy

seated inside again before the two in discussion beyond had seen anything. He had said not a word to the boy,

and now watched his unhappy eyes seizing upon the various exits and dispositions of the theatre; nor could

he imagine anything to tell him that should restore the perished confidence. "Why did yu' lead him off?" he

asked himself unexpectedly, and found that he did not seem to know; but as he watched the restless and

estranged runaway he grew more and more sorrowful. "I just hate him to think that of me," he reflected. The

curtain rose, and he saw Billy make up his mind to wait until they should all be going out in the crowd. While

the children of Captain Grant grew hotter and hotter upon their father's geographic trail, Lin sat saying to

himself a number of contradictions. "He's nothing to me; what's any of them to me?" Driven to bay by his

bewilderment, he restated the facts of the past. "Why, she'd deserted him and Lusk before she'd ever laid eyes

on me. I needn't to bother myself. He wasn't never even my stepkid." The past, however, brought no

guidance. "Lord, what's the thing to do about this? If I had any home This is a stinkin' world in some

respects," said Mr. McLean, aloud, unknowingly. The lady in the chair beneath which the cowpuncher had

his legs nudged her husband. They took it for emotion over the sad fortune of Captain Grant, and their backs

shook. Presently each turned, and saw the singular man with untamed, wideopen eyes glowering at the

Once more his hand was laid on Billy. "Say!" The boy glanced at him, and quickly away.

"I ain't after yu', and never was. This here's your business, not mine. Are yu' listenin' good?"

The boy made a nod, and Lin proceeded, whispering: "You've got no call to believe what I say to yu'yu've

been lied to, I guess, pretty often. So I'll not stop yu' runnin' and hidin', and I'll never give it away I saw yu',

but yu' keep doin' what yu' please. I'll just go now. I've saw all I want, but you and your friends stay with it

till it quits. If yu' happen to wish to speak to me about that pistol or bears, yu' come around to Smith's

Palacethat's the boss hotel here, ain't it?and if yu' don't come too late I'll not be gone to bed. But this

time of night I'm liable to get sleepy. Tell your friends goodbye for me, and be good to yourself. I've

Mr. McLean entered Smith's Palace, and, engaging a room with two beds in it, did a little delicate lying by

means of the truth. "It's a lost boy a runaway," he told the clerk. "He'll not be extra clean, I expect, if he

does come. Maybe he'll give me the slip, and I'll have a job cut out tomorrow. I'll thank yu' to put my money

The clerk placed himself at the disposal of the secret service, and Lin walked up and down, looking at the

railroad photographs for some ten minutes, when Master Billy peered in from the street.

"Hello!" said Mr. McLean, casually, and returned to a fine picture of Pike's Peak.

Billy observed him for a space, and, receiving no further attention, came stepping along. "I'm not agoing

"I wouldn't," said Lin. "It ain't half the town Denver is. Well, goodnight. Sorry yu' couldn't call soonerI'm

"Oh!" Billy stood blank. "I wish I'd shook the darned old show. Say, lemme black your boots in the

But the earnestly petitioned clerk consented, and Billy was the first to hasten into the room. He stood

rapturous while Lin buckled the belt round his scanty stomach, and ingeniously buttoned the suspenders

"No. It ain't never had to do that, but I expect maybe it's stopped some killin' me."

"Oh, leave me wear it just a minute! Do you collect arrowheads? I think they're bully. There's the finest one

you ever seen." He brought out the relic, tightly wrapped in paper, several pieces. "I foun' it myself, camping

with father. It was sticking in a crack right on top of a rock, but nobody'd seen it till I came along. Ain't it

"Father an' me found a lot, an' they made mother mad laying around, an' she throwed 'em out. She takes stuff

"He keeps the drugstore at Laramie. Mother gets awful funny. That's how she was when I came home. For I

told Mr. Perkins he lied, an' I ran then. An' I knowed well enough she'd lick me when she got through her

spell an' father can't stop her, an' Iah, I was sick of it! She's lamed me up twice beating mean' Perkins

wanting me to say 'God bless my mother!' agetting up and agoing to bedhe's a flubdub! An' so I cleared

out. But I'd just as leaves said for God to bless fatheran' you. I'll do it now if you say it's any sense."

"You wouldn't like mother," Billy continued. "You can keep that." He came to Lin and placed the

arrowhead in his hands, standing beside him. "Do you like birds' eggs? I collect them. I got twentyfive

kindssagehen, an' blue grouse, an' willowgrouse, an' lots more kinds harderbut I couldn't bring all

them from Laramie. I brought the magpie's, though. D' you care to see a magpie egg? Well, you stay

tomorrow an' I'll show you that en' some other things I got the engineman lets me keep there, for there's

boys that would steal an egg. An' I could take you where we could fire that pistol. Bet you don't know what

He brought out a small tin box shaped like a thimble, in which were things that rattled.

"That's kinnikinnic seed. You can have that, for I got some more with the engineman."

Lin received this second token also, and thanked the giver for it. His first feeling had been to prevent the

boy's parting with his treasures, but something that came not from the polish of manners and experience made

him know that he should take them. Billy talked away, laying bare his little soul; the street boy that was not

quite come made place for the child that was not quite gone, and unimportant words and confidences dropped

from him disjointed as he climbed to the knee of Mr. McLean, and inadvertently took that cowpuncher for

some sort of parent he had not hitherto met. It lasted but a short while, however, for he went to sleep in the

middle of a sentence, with his head upon Lin's breast. The man held him perfectly still, because he had not

the faintest notion that Billy would be impossible to disturb. At length he spoke to him, suggesting that bed

might prove more comfortable; and, finding how it was, rose and undressed the boy and laid him between the

sheets. The arms and legs seemed aware of the moves required of them, and stirred conveniently; and directly

the head was upon the pillow the whole small frame burrowed down, without the opening of an eye or a

change in the breathing. Lin stood some time by the bedside, with his eyes on the long, curling lashes and the

curly hair. Then he glanced craftily at the door of the room, and at himself in the lookingglass. He stooped

and kissed Billy on the forehead, and, rising from that, gave himself a hangdog stare in the mirror, and soon

He was faintly roused by the church bells, and lay still, lingering with his sleep, his eyes closed, and his

thoughts unshaped. As he became slowly aware of the morning, the ringing and the light reached him, and he

waked wholly, and, still lying quiet, considered the strange room filled with the bells and the sun of the

winter's day. "Where have I struck now?" he inquired; and as last night returned abruptly upon his mind, he

"You're awful late," said Responsibility. "But I weren't agoing without telling you goodbye."

"Go?" exclaimed Lin. "Go where? Yu' surely ain't leavin' me to eat breakfast alone?" The cowpuncher made

his voice very plaintive. Set Responsibility free after all his trouble to catch him? This was more than he

"I've got to go. If I'd thought you'd want for me to staywhy, you said you was agoing by the early train!"

"But the durned thing's got away on me," said Lin, smiling sweetly from the bed.

"For it's Christmas, an' we've bought some good cigars, an' Pete says he'll learn me sure. O' course I've

smoked some, you know. But I'd just as leaves stayed with you if I'd only knowed sooner. I wish you lived

"Do you like flapjacks and maple syrup?" inquired the artful McLean. "That's what I'm figuring on inside

"See here, Bill. They've quit expecting yu', don't yu' think? I'd ought to waked, yu' see, but I slep' and slep',

and kep' yu' from meetin' your engagements, yu' seefor you couldn't go, of course. A man couldn't treat a

"And they wouldn't wait, yu' see. They wouldn't fool away Christmas, that only comes onced a year, kickin'

their heels and sayin' 'Where's Billy?' They'd say, 'Bill has sure made other arrangements, which he'll explain

The advocate paused, effectively, and from his bolster regarded Billy with a convincing eye.

"And where would yu' be then, Bill? In the street, out of friends, out of Christmas, and left both ways, no

tobaccer and no flapjacks. Now, Bill, what do yu' say to us putting up a Christmas deal together? Just you and

"I was thinkin' of all day," said Lin. "I'll not make yu' do anything yu'd rather not."

"Ah, they can smoke without me," said Billy, with sudden acrimony. "I'll see 'em tomorro'."

"That's you!" cried Mr. McLean. "Now, Bill, you hustle down and tell them to keep a table for us. I'll get my

The boy went, and Mr. McLean procured hot water and dressed himself, tying his scarf with great care.

"Wished I'd a clean shirt," said he. "But I don't look very bad. Shavin' yesterday afternoon was a good move."

He picked up the arrowhead and the kinnikinnic, and was particular to store them in his safest pocket. "I

ain't sure whether you're crazy or not," said he to the man in the lookingglass. "I ain't never been sure." And

He found young Bill on guard over a table for four, with all the chairs tilted against it as warning to strangers.

No one sat at any other table or came into the room, for it was late, and the place quite emptied of

breakfasters, and the several entertained waiters had gathered behind Billy's importantlooking back. Lin

provided a thorough meal, and Billy pronounced the flannel cakes superior to flapjacks, which were not upon

"I'd like to see you often," said he. "I'll come and see you if you don't live too far."

"That's the trouble," said the cowpuncher. "I do. Awful far." He stared out of the window.

"Well, I might come some time. I wish you'd write me a letter. Can you write?" "What's that? Can I write? Oh

"I can write, an' I can read too. I've been to school in Sidney, Nebraska, an' Magaw, Kansas, an' Salt

Billy fell into that cheerful strain of comment which, unreplied to, yet goes on contented and selfsustaining,

while Mr. McLean gave amiable signs of assent, but chiefly looked out of the window; and when the now

interested waiter said respectfully that he desired to close the room, they went out to the office, where the

The streets were full of the bright sun, and seemingly at Denver's gates stood the mountains sparkling; an air

crisp and pleasant wafted from their peaks; no smoke hung among the roofs, and the sky spread wide over the

city without a stain; it was holiday up among the chimneys and tall buildings, and down among the quiet

groundstories below as well; and presently from their scattered pinnacles through the town the bells broke

Ladies with their husbands and children were passing and meeting, orderly yet gayer than if it were only

Sunday, and the salutations of Christmas came now and again to the cowpuncher's ears; but today,

possessor of his own share in this, Lin looked at every one with a sort of friendly challenge, and young Billy

"Don't you think we could go in here?" Billy asked. A church door was open, and the rich organ sounded

through to the pavement. "They've good music here, an' they keep it up without much talking between. I've

They went in and sat to hear the music. Better than the organ, it seemed to them, were the harmonious voices

raised from somewhere outside, like unexpected visitants; and the pair sat in their back seat, too deep in

listening to the processional hymn to think of rising in decent imitation of those around them. The crystal

melody of the refrain especially reached their understandings, and when for the fourth time "Shout the glad

tidings, exultingly sing," pealed forth and ceased, both the delighted faces fell.

But canticles and responses followed, with so little talking between them they were held spellbound, seldom

thinking to rise or kneel. Lin's eyes roved over the church, dwelling upon the pillars in their evergreen, the

flowers and leafy wreaths, the texts of white and gold. "'Peace, good will towards men,'" he read. "That's so.

Peace and goodwill. Yes, that's so. I expect they got that somewheres in the Bible. It's awful good, and

There was a touch on his arm, and a woman handed a book to him. "This is the hymn we have now," she

whispered, gently; and Lin, blushing scarlet, took it passively without a word. He and Billy stood up and held

"It came upon the midnight clear, That glorious song of old, From angels bending near the earth To touch

This tune was more beautiful than all, and Lin lost himself in it, until he found Billy recalling him with a

The music rose and descended to its lovely and simple end; and, for a second time in Denver, Lin brushed a

hand across his eyes. He turned his face from his neighbor, frowning crossly; and since the heart has reasons

which Reason does not know, he seemed to himself a fool; but when the service was over and he came out,

he repeated again, "'Peace and goodwill.' When I run on to the Bishop of Wyoming I'll tell him if he'll

"The mountains? They look pretty, so white! A heap better 'n houses. Why, we'll go there! There's trains to

To Golden they immediately went, and after a meal there, wandered in the open country until the cartridges

were gone, the sun was low, and Billy was walked off his young heelsa truth he learned complete in one

Lin, briefly, took the boy in his arms and carried him to Golden. "I'm played out myself," he said, sitting in

the hotel and looking lugubriously at Billy on a bed. "And I ain't fit to have charge of a hog." He came and

"I'm not sick," said the cripple. "I tell you I'm bully. You wait an' see me eat dinner."

But Lin had hot water and cold water and salt, and was an hour upon his knees bathing the hot feet. And then

There was a doctor in Golden; but in spite of his light prescription and most reasonable observations, Mr.

McLean passed a foolish night of vigil, while Billy slept, quite well at first, and, as the hours passed, better

"I couldn't work quick today," he said. "But I guess one day won't lose me my trade."

"Why, I've got regulars, you know. Sidney Ellis an' Pete Goode has theirs, an' we don't cut each other. I've

got Mr. Daniels an' Mr. Fisher an' lots, an' if you lived in Denver I'd shine your boots every day for nothing. I

"Shine my boots? Yu'll never! And yu' don't black Daniels or Fisher, or any of the outfit."

"Why, I'm doing firstrate," said Billy, surprised at the swearing into which Mr. McLean now burst. "An' I

"I want to see that engineman," muttered Lin. "I don't like your smokin' friend."

"I'll bet he has!" growled the cowpuncher; and again Billy was taken aback at his language.

It was not so simple, this case. To the perturbed mind of Mr. McLean it grew less simple during that day at

Golden, while Billy recovered, and talked, and ate his innocent meals. The cowpuncher was far too wise to

think for a single moment of restoring the runaway to his debauched and shiftless parents. Possessed of some

imagination, he went through a scene in which he appeared at the Lusk threshold with Billy and forgiveness,

and intruded upon a conjugal assault and battery. "Shucks!" said he. "The kid would be off again inside a

Denver, upon the following day, saw the little bootblack again at his corner, with his trade not lost; but near

him stood a tall, singular man, with hazel eyes and a sulky expression. And citizens during that week noticed,

as a new sight in the streets, the tall man and the little boy walking together. Sometimes they would be in

shops. The boy seemed as happy as possible, talking constantly, while the man seldom said a word, and his

Upon Newyear's Eve Governor Barker was overtaken by Mr. McLean riding a horse up Hill Street,

"Hello!" said Barker, staring humorously through his glasses. "Have a good drunk?"

"Changed my mind," said Lin, grinning. "Proves I've got one. Struck Christmas all right, though."

"This is Mister Billy Lusk. Him and me have agreed that towns ain't nice to live in. If Judge Henry's foreman

We had fallen half asleep, my pony and I, as we went jogging and jogging through the long sunny afternoon.

Our hills of yesterday were a paleblue coast sunk almost away behind us, and ahead our goal lay shining, a

little island of houses in this quiet midocean of sagebrush. For two hours it had looked as clear and near as

now, rising into sight across the huge dead calm and sinking while we travelled our undulating, imperceptible

miles. The train had come and gone invisibly, except for its slow pillar of smoke I had watched move

westward against Wyoming's stainless sky. Though I was still far off, the watertank and other buildings

stood out plain and complete to my eyes, like children's blocks arranged and forgotten on the floor. So I rode

along, hypnotized by the sameness of the lazy, splendid plain, and almost unaware of the distant rider, till,

"Ah, the fool company," said he, quieting his voice as he drew near. "They've shed their haughtiness," he

"Experience," he called over his shoulder (for already we had met and passed); "nothing like experience for

He yelled me a brotherly goodbye, and I am sorry never to have known more of him, for I incline to value

any stranger so joyous. But now I waked the pony and trotted briskly, surmising as to the company and its

haughtiness. I had been viewing my destination across the sagebrush for so spunout a time that (as

constantly in Wyoming journeys) the emotion of arrival had evaporated long before the event, and I

welcomed employment for my otherwise highanddry mind. Probably he meant the railroad company;

certainly something large had happened. Even as I dismounted at the platform another hilarious cowpuncher

came out of the station, and, at once remarking, "They're going to leave us alone," sprang on his horse and

galloped to the corrals down the line, where some cattle were being loaded into a train. I went inside for my

mail, and here were four more cowpunchers playing with the agent. They had got a letter away from him,

and he wore his daily look of anxiety to appreciate the jests of these rollicking people. "Read it!" they said to

me; and I did read the private document, and learned that the railroad was going to waive its right to enforce

law and order here, and would trust to Separ's good feeling. "Nothing more," the letter ran, "will be done

about the initial outrage or the subsequent vandalisms. We shall pass over our wasted outlay in the hope that

"'Initial outrage,'" quoted one of the agent' large playmates. "Ain't they furgivin'?"

"Well," said I, "you would have some name for it yourself if you sent a deputy sheriff to look after your

"We didn't hurt him none. Just returned him to his home. Hear about the label Honey Wiggin pinned on to

him? 'Send us along one dozen as per sample.' Honey's quaint! Yes," he drawled judicially, "I'd be mad at

that. But if you're making peace with a man because it's convenient why, your words must be pleasanter than

if you really felt pleasant." He took the paper from me, and read, sardonically: "'Subsequent vandalisms ...

wasted outlay.' I suppose they run this station from charity to the cattle. Saves the poor things walking so far

to the other railroad 'Policy of friendship ... genuine desire'oh mouthwash!" And, shaking his bold, clever

head, he daintily flattened the letter upon the head of the agent. "Tubercle," said he (this was their name for

the agent, who had told all of us about his lungs), "it ain't your fault we saw their fine letter. They just

intended you should give it out how they wouldn't bother us any more, and then we'd act square. The boys'll

Then they tramped to their horses and rode away. The spokesman had hit the vital point unerringly; for

cowpunchers are shrewdly alive to frankness, and it often draws out the best that is in them; but its opposite

affects them unfavorably; and I, needing sleep, sighed to think of their late sitting up over that joke. I walked

to the board box painted "Hotel Brunswick" "hotel" in small italics and "Brunswick"in enormous capitals,

Here sat a girl outside the door, alone. Her face was broad, wholesome, and strong, and her eyes alert and

sweet. As I came she met me with a challenging glance of goodwill. Those women who journeyed along the

line in the wake of payday to traffic with the men employed a stare well known; but this straight look seemed

like the greeting of some pleasant young cowboy. In surprise I forgot to be civil, and stepped foolishly by her

At the threshold I perceived all lodging bespoken. On each of the four beds lay a coat or pistol or other article

of dress, and I must lodge myself. There were my saddleblanketsrather wet; or Lin McLean might ride in

tonight on his way to Riverside; or perhaps down at the corrals I could find some other acquaintance whose

habit of washing I trusted and whose bed I might share. Failing these expedients, several empties stood idle

upon a siding, and the boxlike darkness of these freightcars was timely. Nights were short now. Camping

out, the dawn by three o'clock would flow like silver through the universe, and, sinking through my blankets,

remorselessly pervade my buried hair and brain. But with clean straw in the bottom of an empty, I could sleep

my fill until five or six. I decided for the empty, and opened the supperroom door, where the table was set

for more than enough to include me; but the smell of the butter that awaited us drove me out of the Hotel

"I was expecting you," said the girl. "Well, if I haven't frightened him!" She laughed so delightfully that I

recovered and laughed too. "Why," she explained, "I just knew you'd not stay in there. Which side are you

"You had smelt it?" said I, still cloudy with surprise. "Yes. Unquestionably. Very rancid." She glanced oddly

at me, and, with less fellowship in her tone, said, "I was going to warn you" when suddenly, down at the

corrals, the boys began to shoot at large. "Oh, dear!" she cried, starting up. "There's trouble."

"Not trouble," I assured her. "Too many are firing at once to be in earnest. And you would be safe here."

"Me? A lady without escort? Well, I should reckon so! Leastways, we are respected where I was raised. I was

anxious for the gentlemen ovah yondah. Shawhan, K. C. branch of the Louavull an' Nashvull, is my home."

"Isn't it awful?" said she, tilting her head with a laugh, and showing the pistol she carried. "But we've always

been awful in Kentucky. Now I suppose New York would never speak to poor me as it passed by?" And she

"Well," she debated, "well, cowboy clothes and city languagehe's English!" she burst out; and then she

turned suddenly red, and whispered to herself, reprovingly, "If I'm not acting rude!"

"It was, sir; and please to excuse me. If you had started joking so free with me, I'd have been insulted. When I

saw youthe hat and everything I took youYou see I've always been that used to talking toto folks

around!" Her bright face saddened, memories evidently rose before her, and her eyes grew distant.

I wished to say, "Treat me as 'folks around,'" but this tall country girl had put us on other terms. On

discovering I was not "folks around," she had taken refuge in deriding me, but swiftly feeling no solid ground

there, she drew a firm, clear woman's line between us. Plainly she was a comrade of men, in her buoyant

"Yes, unescorted two thousand miles," she resumed, "and never as far as twenty from home till last Tuesday.

I expect you'll have to be scandalized, for I'd do it right over again tomorrow."

"You've got me all wrong," said I. "I'm not English; I'm not New York. I am good American, and not

bounded by my own farm either. No sectional line, or Mason and Dixon, or Missouri River tattoos me. But

"Did you ever!" said she, staring at what was Greek to heras it is to most Americans. "And so if you had a

sister back East, and she and you were all there was of you any more, and she hadn't seen you sincenot

since you first took to staying out nights, and she started to visit you, you'd not tell her 'Fie for shame'?"

A wave of pain crossed her face. "Nate didn't know," she said then, lightly. "You see, Nate's only a boy, and

Ah! So this Nate never wrote, and his sister loved and championed him! Many such stray Nates and Bobs and

"Then I'll have your company on a weary road," said I; for my journey was now to that part of the cattle

"To Buffalo?" she said, quickly. "Then maybe youmaybeMy brother is Nate Buckner." She paused.

"I may have seen him," I answered, slowly. "But faces and names out here come and go."

I knew him well enough. He was in jail, convicted of forgery last week, waiting to go to the penitentiary for

five years. And even this wild border community that hated law courts and punishments had not been sorry,

for he had cheated his friends too often, and the wide charity of the sagebrush does not cover that sin.

Beneath his pretty looks and daring skill with horses they had found vanity and a cold, false heart; but his

sister could not. Here she was, come to find him after lonely years, and to this one soul that loved him in the

world how was I to tell the desolation and the disgrace? I was glad to hear her ask me if the stage went soon

"Now isn't that a bother?" said she, when I answered that it did not start till morning. She glanced with rueful

gayety at the hotel. "Never mind," she continued, briskly; "I'm used to things. I'll just sit up somewhere.

Maybe the agent will let me stay in the office. You're sure all that shooting's only jollification?"

"They always will have their fun," said she. "But I hate to have a poor boy get hurteven him deserving it!"

"They use pistols instead of firecrackers," said I. "But you must never sleep in that office. I'll see what we

"Why, you're real kind!" she exclaimed, heartily. And I departed, wondering what I ought to do.

Perhaps I should have told you before that Separ was a place oncea sort of place; but you will relish now, I

Midway between two sections of this still unfinished line that, rail after rail and mile upon mile, crawled over

the earth's face visibly during the constructing hours of each new day, lay a camp. To this point these

unjoined pieces were heading, and here at length they met. Camp Separation it had been fitly called, but how

should the American railway man afford time to say that? Separation was pretty and apt, but needless; and

with the sloughing of two syllables came the brief, businesslike resultSepar. Chicago, 11371/2 miles. It

was labelled on a board large almost as the hut station. A Yswitch, two sidings, the fat watertank and

steampump, and a sectionhouse with three trees before it composed the north side. South of the track were

no trees. There was one long siding by the corrals and cattlechute, there were a hovel where plug tobacco

and canned goods were for sale, a shed where you might get your horse shod, a wire fence that at shipping

times enclosed bales of pressed hay, the hotel, the stage stable, and the little stationsome seven shanties all

told. Between them were spaces of dust, the immediate plains engulfed them, and through their midst ran the

farvanishing railroad, to which they hung like beads on a great string from horizon to horizon. A great

eastandwest string, one end in the rosy sun at morning, and one in the crimson sun at night. Beyond each

skyline lay cities and ports where the world went on out of sight and hearing. This lone steel thread had

been stretched across the continent because it was the day of haste and hope, when dollars seemed many and

hard times were few; and from the Yellowstone to the Rio Grande similar threads were stretching, and little

Separs by dispersed hundreds hung on them, as it were in space eternal. Can you wonder that vigorous young

men with pistols should, when they came to such a place, shoot them off to let loose their unbounded joy of

And yet it was not this merely that began the custom, but an error of the agent's. The new station was scarce

created when one morning Honey Wiggin with the Virginian had galloped innocently in from the roundup

"I'm dead on to you!" squealed the official, dropping flat at the sight of them; and bang went his gun at them.

They, most naturally, thought it was a maniac, and ran for their lives among the supports of the watertank,

while he remained anchored with his weapon, crouched behind the railing that fenced him and his apparatus

from the laity; and some fifteen strategic minutes passed before all parties had crawled forth to an

understanding, and the message was written and paid for and comfortably despatched. The agent was an

honest creature, but of tame habits, sent for the sake of his imperfect lungs to this otherwise inappropriate air.

He had lived chiefly in midWest towns, a serious reader of our comic weeklies; hence the apparition of

Wiggin and the Virginian had reminded him sickeningly of bandits. He had express money in the safe, he

explained to them, and this was a hard old country, wasn't it? and did they like good whiskey?

They drank his whiskey, but it was not well to have mentioned that about the bandits. Both were aware that

when shaved and washed of their roundup grime they could look very engaging. The two cowpunchers

rode out, not angry, but grieved that a man come here to dwell among them should be so tactless.

"If we don't get him used to us," observed the Virginian, "he and his popgun will be guttin' some blameless

Forthwith the cattle country proceeded to get the agent used to it. The news went over the sagebrush from

Belle Fourche to Sweetwater, and playful, howling horsemen made it their custom to go rioting with pistols

round the ticket office, educating the agent. His lungs improved, and he came dimly to smile at this life which

he did not understand. But the company discerned no humor whatever in having its watertank perforated,

which happened twice; and sheriffs and deputies and other symptoms of authority began to invest Separ. Now

what should authority do upon these free plains, this wilderness of doasyouplease, where mere breathing

the air was like inebriation? The large, headlong children who swept in from the sagebrush and out again

meant nothing that they called harm until they found themselves resisted. Then presently happened that affair

of the cowcatcher; and later a toozealous marshal, come about a mailcar they had sidetracked and held

with fiddles, drink, and petticoats, met his death accidentally, at which they were sincerely sorry for about

five minutes. They valued their own lives as little, and that lifts them forever from baseness at least. So the

company, concluding such things must be endured for a while yet, wrote their letter, and you have seen how

wrong the letter went. All it would do would be from now on to fasten upon Separ its code of recklessness; to

make shooting the watertank (for example) part of a gentleman's deportment when he showed himself in

It was not now the season of heavy shipping; tonight their work would be early finished, and then they were

likely to play after their manner. To arrive in such a place on her way to her brother, the felon in jail, made

A small, bold voice hailed me. "Hello, you!" it said; and here was Billy Lusk, aged nine, in boots and

overalls, importantly useless with a stick, helping the men prod the steers at the chute.

"Ah, school's quit," returned Billy, and changed the subject. "Say, Lin's hunting you. He's angling to eat at the

Mr. McLean was in the ticketoffice, where the newspaper had transiently reminded him of politics. "Wall

Street," he was explaining to the agent, "has been lunched on by them Rosschilds, and they're moving on.

Feeding along to Chicago. We want" Here he noticed me and, dragging his gauntlet off, shook my hand

Lin fixed his eye on the man. "And you don't know it now," said he. Then he removed his eye. "Let's grub,"

he added to me. My friend did not walk to the hotel, but slowly round and about, with a face overcast. "Billy

is a good kid," he said at length, and, stopping, began to kick small mounds in the dust. Politics floated lightly

over him, but here was a matter dwelling with him, heavy and real. "He's dead stuck on being a

"He don't want to wait that long," Lin said, and smiled affectionately. "And, anyhow, what is 'some day'?

Some day we punchers will not be here. The living will be scattered, and the deadwell, they'll be all right.

Have yu' studied the wire fence? It's spreading to catch us like nets do the salmon in the Columbia River. No

more salmon, no more cowpunchers," stated Mr. McLean, sententiously; and his words made me sad,

though I know that progress cannot spare land and water for such things. "But Billy," Lin resumed, "has

agreed to school again when it starts up in the fall. He takes his medicine because I want him to." Affection

crept anew over the cowpuncher's face. "He can learn books with the quickest when he wants, that Bear

Creek schoolmarm says. But he'd ought to have a regular mother tilltill I can do for him, yu' know. It's

onwholesome him seeing and hearing the boysand me, and me when I forget!but shucks! how can I fix

it? Billy was sure enough dropped and deserted. But when I found him the little calf could run and notice like

"I should hate your contract, Lin," said I. "Adopting's a touchandgo business even when a man has a

"I'll fill the contract, you bet! I wish the little sonofagun was mine. I'm a heap more natural to him than

that pair of drunkards that got him. He likes me: I think he does. I've had to lick him now and then, but Lord!

his badness is all rightnot sneaky. I'll take him hunting next month, and then the foreman's wife at Sunk

Creek boards him till school. Only when they move, Judge Henry'll make his Virginia man foremanand

"Oh yes; asking! Talk of adopting" said Mr. McLean, and his wideopen, hazel eyes looked away as he

coughed uneasily. Then abruptly looking at me again, he said: "Don't you get off any more truck about eldest

son and that, will yu', friend? The boys are joshing me nownot that I care for what might easy enough be

so, but there's Billy. Maybe he'd not mind, but maybe he would after a while; and I am kind o' set

onwellhe didn't have a good time till he shook that home of his, and I'm going to make this old bitch of

a world pay him what she owes him, if I can. Now you'll drop joshing, won't yu'?" His forehead was moist

He laughed shortly. "She must have been dead broke, then, quite a while, you bet! Oh no. Maybe I used to

travel on that basis. But see here" (Lin laid his hand on my shoulder), "if you can't expect a good time for

"Oh yes," he said, laughing in that short way again (and he took his hand off my shoulder); "I've been

thinking a wonderful lot since we met last. I guess I know some things yu' haven't got to yet yourself Why,

"She's a finelooker," interrupted Mr. McLean, paying me no further attention. Here the decrepit,

strawhatted proprietor of the Hotel Brunswick stuck his beard out of the door and uttered "Supper!" with a

But I hooked my fingers in his belt, and in spite of his plaintive oaths at my losing him the best seat at the

"He goes to the penitentiary this week," said Lin. "He had no more cash to stake his lawyer with, and the

lawyer lost interest in him. So his sister could have waited for her convict away back at Joliet, and saved time

"Not? Too kind o' not your business? Well, well! You'd ought to know better 'n me. Only it don't seem right

to let herno, sir; it's not right, either. Put it her brother was dead (and Miss. Fligg's husband would like

dearly to make him dead), you'd not let her come slap up against the news unwarned. You would tell her he

"Shucks! And she's to find him caged, and waiting for stripes and a shaved head? How d' yu' know she

mightn't hate that worse 'n if he'd been just shot like a man in a husband scrape, instead of jailed like a skunk

for thieving? No, sir, she mustn't. Think of how it'll be. Quick as the stage pulls up front o' the Buffalo

postoffice, plump she'll be down ahead of the mailsacks, inquiring after her brother, and all that crowd

around staring. Why, we can't let her do that; she can't do that. If you don't feel so interfering, I'm good for

this job myself." And Mr. McLean took the lead and marched jingling in to supper.

The seat he had coveted was vacant. On either side the girl were empty chairs, two or three; for with that

clean, shy respect of the frontier that divines and evades a good woman, the dusty company had sat itself at a

distance, and Mr. McLean's best seat was open to him. Yet he had veered away to the other side of the table,

and his usually roving eye attempted no gallantry. He ate sedately, and it was not until after long weeks and

many happenings that Miss Buckner told Lin she had known he was looking at her through the whole of this

meal. The strawhatted proprietor came and went, bearing beefsteak hammered flat to make it tender. The

girl seemed the one happy person among us; for supper was going forward with the invariable alkali

etiquette, all faces brooding and feeding amid a disheartening silence as of guilt or bereavement that springs

from I have never been quite sure whatperhaps reversion to the native animal absorbed in his meat,

perhaps a little from every guest's uneasiness lest he drink his coffee wrong or stumble in the accepted uses of

the fork. Indeed, a diffident, uncleansed youth nearest Miss Buckner presently wiped his mouth upon the

cloth; and Mr. McLean, knowing better than that, eyed him for this conduct in the presence of a lady. The

lively strength of the butter must, I think, have reached all in the room; at any rate, the tablecloth lad,

troubled by Mr. McLean's eye, now relieved the general silence by observing, chattily:

The company continued gravely feeding, while I struggled to preserve the decorum of sadness, and Miss

Buckner's face was also unsteady. But sternness mantled in the countenance of Mr. McLean, until the

harmless boy, embarrassed to pieces, offered the untasted smellingdish to Lin, to me, helped himself, and

He spoke in the shell voice of adolescence, and on "butter" cracked an octave up into the treble. Miss

Mr. McLean, however, thought she was offended. "She wouldn't choose for none," he said to the youth, with

"I guess," fluted poor Texas, in a dove falsetto, "it would go slicker rubbed outside than swallered."

"You don't seem to know anything," observed Mr. McLean. "What toyshop did you escape from?"

"Wind him up! Wind him up!" said the proprietor, sticking his head in from the kitchen.

"Ah, what's the matter with this outfit?" screamed the boy, furiously. "Can't yu' leave a man eat? Can't yu'

"I seen one like him onced," said the first, taking his hat from beneath his chair. "Up in the Black Hills he

was. Eighteen seventynine. Gosh!" And he wandered out upon his business. One by one the others also

Upon going out, Lin and I found the boy pacing up and down, eagerly in talk with Miss Buckner. She had

made friends with him, and he was now smoothed down and deeply absorbed, being led by her to tell her

about himself. But on Lin's approach his face clouded, and he made off for the corrals, displaying a sullen

Overtaken by his cowpuncher shyness, Lin was greeting her with ungainly ceremony, when she began at

"Now, please don't! Whywhyyou were every bit as bad!" Miss Buckner pealed out, joyously. "It was the

"Why, there was no harm! To see him mean so well and you mean so well, andI know I ought to behave

"No, yu' oughtn't!" said Lin, with sudden ardor; and then, in a voice of deprecation, "You'll think us plumb

"It's the only thing makes the world go round!" she declared, with an emotion that I had heard in her tone

once or twice already. But she caught herself up, and said gayly to me, "And where's that house you were

"Oh, I am notenderfoot, don't you call them?" She whipped out her pistol, and held it at the cowpuncher,

This would have given no pleasure to me; but over Lin's features went a glow of delight, and he stood gazing

at the pointed weapon and the girl behind it. "My!" he said, at length, almost in a whisper, "she's got the drop

"I reckon I'd be afraid to shoot that one of yours," said Miss Buckner. "But this hits a target real good and

He received it, hugely grinning, and turned it over and over. "My!" he murmured again. "Why, shucks!" He

looked at Miss Buckner with stark rapture, caressing the polished revolver at the same time with a fond,

unconscious thumb. "You hold it just as steady as I could," he said with pride, and added, insinuatingly, "I

could learn yu' the professional drop in a morning. This here is a little dandy gun."

"Now, Mr. McLean, I am afraid you're thoughtless. How could a girl like me ever hold that awful .45 Colt

"She knows the brands, too!" cried Lin, in ecstasy. "See here," he remarked to me with a manner that

smacked of command, "we're losing time right now. You go and tell the agent to hustle and fix his room up

I found the agent willing, of course, to sleep on the floor of the office. The toy station was also his home. The

front compartment held the ticket and telegraph and mail and express chattels, and the railing, and room for

the public to stand; through a door you then passed to the sitting, dining, and sleeping box; and through

another to a cookingstove in a pigeonhole. Here flourished the agent and his lungs, and here the company's

strict orders bade him sleep in charge; so I helped him put his room to rights. But we need not have hurried

ourselves. Mr. McLean was so long in bringing the lady that I went out and found him walking and talking

with her, while fifty yards away skulked poor Texas, alone. This boy's name was, like himself, of the

As I came towards the new friends they did not appear to be joking, and on seeing me Miss Buckner said to

"You did know!" she exclaimed, but lost her resentment at once, and continued, very quietly and with a

"Not to a strange girl, anyway!" said she. "Well, now I have good news to tell you. You would not have given

me any shock if you had said you knew about poor Nate, for that's the reasonOf course those things can't

be secrets! Why, he's only twenty, sir! How should he know about this world? He hadn't learned the first little

thing when he left home five years ago. And I am twentythreeold enough to be Nate's grandmother, he's

that young and thoughtless. He couldn't ever realize bad companions when they came around. See that!" She

showed me a paper, taking it out like a precious thing, as indeed it was; for it was a pardon signed by

Governor Barker. "And the Governor has let me carry it to Nate myself. He won't know a thing about it till I

tell him. The Governor was real kind, and we will never forget him. I reckon Nate must have a mustache by

"Yes," Lin answered, gruffly, looking away from her, "he has got a mustache all right."

"Of course he will! How many hours did you say we will be?" she asked Lin, turning from me again, for Mr.

McLean had not been losing time. It was plain that between these two had arisen a freemasonry from which I

was already shut out. Her woman's heart had answered his right impulse to tell her about her brother, and I

So now she listened over again to the hours of stage jolting that "we" had before us, and that lay between her

and Nate. "We would be four herself, Lin, myself, and the boy Billy. Was Billy the one at supper? Oh no;

just Billy Lusk, of Laramie. "He's a kid I'm taking up the country," Lin explained. "Ain't you most tuckered

There again! She had put aside my solicitude lightly, but was willing Lin should know her fatigue. Yet,

fatigue and all, she would not sleep in the agent's room. At sight of it and the close quarters she drew back

into the outer office, so prompted by that inner, unsuspected strictness she had shown me before.

"Come out!" she cried, laughing. "Indeed, I thank you. But I can't have you sleep on this hard floor out here.

No politeness, now! Thank you ever so much. I'm used to roughing it pretty near as well as if I wasa

cowboy!" And she glanced at Lin. "They're calling fortyseven," she added to the agent.

"That's me," he said, coming out to the telegraph instrument. "So you're one of us?"

"I didn't know fortyseven meant Separ," said I. "How in the world do you know that?"

"I didn't. I heard fortyseven, fortyseven, fortyseven, start and go right along, so I guessed they wanted

"Why, it's nothing! I've been day operator back home. Why is a deputy coming through on a special engine?"

"Please don't say it out loud!" quavered the agent, as the machine clicked its news.

"Yu' needn't be scared of a girl," said Lin. "Another sheriff! So they're not quit bothering us yet."

However, this meddling was not the company's, but the county's; a sheriff sent to arrest, on a charge of

murder, a man named Trampas, said to be at the Sand Hill Ranch. That was near Rawhide, two stations

beyond, and the engine might not stop at Separ, even to water. So here was no molesting of Separ's liberties.

"All the same," Lin said, for pistols now and then still sounded at the corrals, "the boys'll not understand that

till it's explained, and they may act wayward first. I'd feel easier if you slept here," he urged to the girl. But

she would not. "Well, then, we must rustle some other private place for you. How's the sectionhouse?"

"Rank," said the agent, "since those Italians used it. The pump engineer has been scouring, but he's scared to

"So you're scandalized," said she, punishing him instantly. "I reckon it does take a decent girl to shock you."

And while she stood laughing at him with robust irony, poor Lin began to stammer that he meant no offence.

"Well, m'm," protested the wincing cowpuncher, driven back to addressing her as "ma'am," "we ain't

"Don't tangle yourself up worse, Mr. McLean. No more am I 'used.' I have never slept in an empty in my life.

And why is that? Just because I've never had to. And there's the difference between you boys and us. You do

lots of things you don't like, and tell us. And we put up with lots of things we don't like, but we never let you

find out. I know you meant no offense," she continued, heartily, softening towards her crushed protector,

"because you're a gentleman. And lands! I'm not complaining about an empty. That will be richif I can

Upon this she went out to view the cars, Mr. McLean hovering behind her with a devoted, uneasy

countenance, and frequently muttering "Shucks!" while the agent and I followed with a lamp, for the dark

was come. With our help she mounted into the first car, and then into the next, taking the lamp. And while

she scanned the floor and corners, and slid the door back and forth, Lin whispered in my ear: "Her name's

Jessamine. She told me. Don't yu' like that name?" So I answered him, "Yes, very much," thinking that some

"Nobody seems to have slept in these," said she, stepping down; and on learning that even the tramp avoided

Separ when he could, she exclaimed, "What lodging could be handier than this! Only it would be so cute if

you had a Louavull an' Nashvull car," said she. "Twould seem like my old Kentucky home!" And laughing

rather sweetly at her joke, she held the lamp up to read the car's lettering. "'D. and R. G.' Oh, that's a wayoff

stranger! I reckon they're all strange." She went along the train with her lamp. "Yes, 'B. and M.' and 'S. C. and

P.' Oh, this is rich! Nate will laugh when he hears. I'll choose 'C., B. and Q.' That's a little nearer my country.

What time does the stage start? Porter, please wake 'C., B. and Q.' at six, sharp," said she to Lin.

From this point of the evening on, I think of our doingstheir doings with a sort of unchanging

homesickness. Nothing like them can ever happen again, I know; for it's all gonesettled, sobered, and

gone. And whatever wholesomer prose of good fortune waits in our cup, how I thank my luck for this

To arrange some sort of bed for her was the next thing, and we made a good shakedownclean straw and

blankets and a pillow, and the agent would have brought sheets; but though she would not have these, she did

not resistwhat do you suppose?a lookingglass for next morning! And we got a bucket of water and her

valise. It was all one to her, she said, in what car Lin and I put up; and let it be next door, by all means, if it

pleased him to think he could watch over her safety better so; and she shut herself in, bidding us goodnight.

We began spreading straw and blankets for ourselves, when a whistle sounded far and long, and its tone rose

"I'll get him to run right to the corrals," said the agent, "so the sheriff can tell the boys he's not after them."

But we were not to steer the course that events took now. The rails of the main line beside us brightened in

wavering parallels as the headlight grew down upon us, and in this same moment the shootings at the corrals

chorused in a wild, hilarious threat. The burden of the coming engine heavily throbbed in the air and along

the steel, and met and mixed with the hard, light beating of hoofs. The sounds approached together like a sort

of charge, and I stepped between the freightcars, where I heard Lin ordering the girl inside to lie down flat,

and could see the agent running about in the dust, flapping his arms to signal with as much coherence as a

chicken with its head off. I had very short space for wonder or alarm. The edge of one of my freightcars

glowed suddenly with the imminent headlight, and galloping shots invaded the place. The horsemen flew by,

overreaching, and leaning back and lugging against their impetus. They passed in a tangled swirl, and their

dust coiled up thick from the dark ground and luminously unfolded across the glare of the sharphalted

locomotive. Then they wheeled, and clustered around it where it stood by our cars, its airbrake pumping

deep breaths, and the internal steam humming through its bowels; and I came out in time to see Billy Lusk

climb its front with callow, enterprising shouts. That was child's play; and the universal yell now raised by

the horsemen was their child's play too; but the whole thing could so precipitately reel into the fatal that my

thoughts stopped. I could only look when I saw that they had somehow recognized the man on the engine for

a sheriff. Two had sprung from their horses and were making boisterously toward the cab, while Lin McLean,

neither boisterous nor joking, was going to the cab from my side, with his pistol drawn, to keep the peace.

The engineer sat with a neutral hand on the lever, the fireman had run along the top of the coal in the tender

and descended and crouched somewhere, and the sheriff, cool, and with a goodnatured eye upon all parties,

was just beginning to explain his errand, when some rider from the crowd cut him short with an invitation to

get down and have a drink. At the word of ribald endearment by which he named the sheriff, a passing

fierceness hardened the officer's face, and the new yell they gave was less playful. Waiting no more

explanations, they swarmed against the locomotive, and McLean pulled himself up on the step. The loud

talking fell at a stroke to let business go on, and in this silence came the noise of a slidingdoor. At that I

looked, and they all looked, and stood harmless, like children surprised. For there on the threshold of the

freightcar, with the interior darkness behind her, and touched by the headlight's diverging rays, stood

"Will you gentlemen do me a favor?" said she. "Strangers, maybe, have no right to ask favors, but I reckon

you'll let that pass this time. For I'm real sleepy!" She smiled as she brought this out. "I've been four days and

nights on the cars, and tomorrow I've got to stage to Buffalo. You see I'll not be here to spoil your fun

tomorrow night, and I want boys to be boys just as much as ever they can. Won't you put it off till

In their amazement they found no spokesman; but I saw Lin busy among them, and that some word was

passing through their groups. After the brief interval of standstill they began silently to get on their horses,

while the looming engine glowed and pumped its breath, and the sheriff and engineer remained as they were.

"Goodnight, lady," said a voice among the moving horsemen, but the others kept their abashed native

silence; and thus they slowly filed away to the corrals. The figures, in their loose shirts and leathern chaps,

passed from the dimness for a moment through the cone of light in front of the locomotive, so that the metal

about them made here and there a faint, vanishing glint; and here and there in the departing column a bold,

halflaughing face turned for a look at the girl in the doorway, and then was gone again into the dimness.

The sheriff in the cab took off his hat to Miss Buckner, remarking that she should belong to the force; and as

the bell rang and the engine moved, off popped young Billy Lusk from his cowcatcher. With an exclamation

of horror she sprang down, and Mr. McLean appeared, and, with all a parent's fright and rage, held the boy by

But Miss Buckner interposed. "Oh, well," said she, "next time; if he does it next time. It's so late tonight!

"No," said Billy, looking at her with interest. "Father 'd have cowhided me anyway, I guess," he added,

"Ah, father's at Laramie," said Billy, with disgust. "He'd not stop for your asking. Lin don't bother me much."

"You quit talking and step up there!" ordered his guardian. "Well, m'm, I guess yu' can sleep good now in

"If it was only an 'L. and N.' I'd not have a thing against it! Goodnight, Mr. McLean; goodnight, young

"I am sure you can ride finely, Mr. Lusk. Maybe you and I can take a ride together. Pleasant dreams!"

She nodded and smiled to him, and slid her door to; and Billy considered it, remarking: "I like her. What

But he was drowsing while I told him; and I lifted him up to Lin, who took him in his own blankets, where he

fell immediately asleep. One distant whistle showed how far the late engine had gone from us. We left our car

open, and I lay enjoying the cool air. Thus was I drifting off, when I grew aware of a figure in the door. It

was Lin, standing in his stockings and not much else, with his pistol. He listened, and then leaped down, light

as a cat. I heard some repressed talking, and lay in expectancy; but back he came, noiseless in his stockings,

and as he slid into bed I asked what the matter was. He had found the Texas boy, Manassas Donohoe, by the

girl's car, with no worse intention than keeping a watch on it. "So I gave him to understand," said Lin, "that I

had no objection to him amusing himself playing picketline, but that I guessed I was enough guard, and he

would find sleep healthier for his system." After this I went to sleep wholly; but, waking once in the night,

thought I heard some one outside, and learned in the morning from Lin that the boy had not gone until the

time came for him to join his outfit at the corrals. And I was surprised that Lin, the usually goodhearted,

should find nothing but mirth in the idea of this unknown, unthanked young sentinel. "Sleeping's a heap

But when Separ had dwindled to toys behind us in the journeying stage I told Miss Jessamine, and although

she laughed too, it was with a note that young Texas would have liked to hear; and she hoped she might see

This speech caused her admirer to be full of explanations; so that when she saw how readily she could

perplex him, and yet how capable and untiring he was about her comfort, helping her out or tucking her in at

the stations where we had a meal or changed horses, she enjoyed the hours very much, in spite of their

But oh, the sparkling, unbashful Lin! Sometimes he sat himself beside her to be close, and then he would

Never, except once long after (when sorrow manfully borne had still further refined his clay), have I heard

Lin's voice or seen his look so winning. No doubt many a male bird cares nothing what neighbor bird

overhears his spring song from the top of the open tree, but I extremely doubt if his ladylove, even if she be

a frank, bouncing robin, does not prefer to listen from some thicket, and not upon the public lawn. Jessamine

grew silent and almost peevish; and from discourse upon man and woman she hopped, she skipped, she flew.

When Lin looked at his watch and counted the diminished hours between her and Buffalo, she smiled to

herself; but from mention of her brother she shrank, glancing swiftly at me and my wellassumed slumber.

And it was with indignation and selfpity that I climbed out in the hot sun at last beside the driver and small

"'I camped here with father when mother was off that time. You can take a lefthand trail by those

"Ah, just a sagehen. Lin's agoing to let me shoot a bear, you know. What made Lin marry mother when

The driver gave me a look over Billy's head, and I gave him one; and I instructed Billy that people supposed

his father was dead. I withheld that his mother gave herself out as Miss Peck in the days when Lin met her on

The formidable nineyearold pondered. "The geography says they used to have a lot of wives at Salt Lake

"Because," Billy went on, "Bert Taylor told me in recess that mother'd had a lot, and I told him he lied, and

the other boys they laughed and I blacked Bert's eye on him, and I'd have blacked the others too, only Miss

Wood came out. I wouldn't tell her what Bert said, and Bert wouldn't, and Sophy Armstrong told her. Bert's

father found out, and he come round, and I thought he was agoing to lick me about the eye, and he licked

"Wish I was. They couldn't get me back to Laramie then; but, oh, bother! I'd not go for 'em! I'd like to see 'em

try! Lin wouldn't leave me go. You ain't married, are you? No more is Lin now, I guess. A good many are,

but I wouldn't want to. I don't think anything of 'em. I've seen mother take 'pothecary stuff on the sly. She's

whaled me worse than Lin ever does. I guess he wouldn't want to be mother's husband again, and if he does,"

"Ah, pshaw! she ain't after Lin!" sang out Billy, loud and scornful. "She's after her brother. She's all right,

At this all talk stopped short inside, reviving in a casual, scanty manner; while unconscious Billy Lusk, tired

Who knows the childsoul, young in days, yet old as Adam and the hills? That schoolyard slur about his

mother was as dim to his understanding as to the offender's, yet mysterious nature had bid him go to instant

war! How foreseeing in Lin to choke the unfounded jest about his relation to Billy Lusk, in hopes to save the

boy's ever awakening to the facts of his mother's life! "Though," said the driver, an easygoing cynic, "folks

with lots of fathers will find heaps of brothers in this country!" But presently he let Billy hold the reins, and at

the next station carefully lifted him down and up. "I've knowed that woman, too," he whispered to me.

"Sidney, Nebraska. Lusk was off half the time. We laughed when she fooled Lin into marryin' her. Come to

think," he mused, as twilight deepened around our clanking stage, and small Billy slept sound between us,

"there's scarcely a thing in life you get a laugh out of that don't make soberness for somebody."

Soberness had now visited the pair behind us; even Lin's lively talk had quieted, and his tones were low and

few. But though Miss Jessamine at our next change of horses "hoped" I would come inside, I knew she did

Journeying done, her face revealed the strain beneath her brave brightness, and the haunting care she could no

longer keep from her eyes. The imminence of the jail and the meeting had made her cheeks white and her

countenance seem actually smaller; and when, reminding me that we should meet again soon, she gave me

her hand, it was icecold. I think she was afraid Lin might offer to go with her. But his heart understood the

lonely sacredness of her next halfhour, and the cow puncher, standing aside for her to pass, lifted his hat

wistfully and spoke never a word. For a moment he looked after her with sombre emotion; but the

courthouse and prison stood near and in sight, and, as plain as if he had said so, I saw him suddenly feel she

should not be stared at going up those steps; it must be all alone, the pain and the joy of that reprieve! He

"Elsewhere! Yes, keep starting till all the elsewheres know him like Powder River knows him. But she! I

have had to sit and hear her tell and tell about him; all about back in Kentucky playin' around the farm, and

how she raised him after the old folks died. Then he got bigger and made her sell their farm, and she told how

it was right he should turn it into money and get his half. I did not dare say a word, for she'd have just bit my

head off, andand that would sure hurt me now!" Lin brought up with a comical chuckle. "And she went to

work, and he cleared out, and no more seen or heard of him. That's for five years, and she'd given up tracing

him, when one morning she reads in the paper about how her longlost brother is convicted for forgery.

That's the way she knows he's not dead, and she takes her savings off her railroad salary and starts for him.

She was that hasty she thought it was Buffalo, New York, till she got in the cars and read the paper over

again. But she had to go as far as Cincinnati, either way. She has paid every cent of the money he stole." We

had come to the bridge, and Lin jerked a stone into the quick little river. "She's awful strict in some ways.

Thought Buffalo must be a wicked place because of the shops bein' open Sunday. Now if that was all

Buffalo's wickedness! And she thinks divorce is mostly sin. But her heart is a shield for Nate."

He whirled round and took both my shoulders. "Come walking!" he urged. "I must talk some." So we

followed the stream out of town towards the mountains. "I came awful near asking her in the stage," said he.

"Hours and hours! You're talking foolishness! What have they got to do with it? And she will listen to me. I

can tell she will. I know I can be so she'll listen, and it will go all right, for I'll ask so hard. And everything'll

come out straight. Yu' see, I've not been spending to speak of since Billy's on my hands, and now I'll fix up

my cabin and finish my fencing and my ditchand she's going to like Box Elder Creek better than Shawhan.

"When you" but I stopped, perceiving it impossible. It was, of course, not the many transient passions on

which he had squandered his substance, but the one where faith also had seemed to unite. Had he not married

once, innocent of the woman's being already a wife? But I stopped, for to trench here was not for me or any

"No," he said, his eyes steady and serious upon me, "don't you ask about the things you're meaning." Then his

face grew radiant and rather stern. "Do you suppose I don't know she's too good for me? And that some

bygones can't ever be bygones? But if you," he said, "never come to look away up to a woman from away

down, and mean to win her just the same as if you did deserve her, why, you'll make a turruble mess of the

When we walked in silence for a long while, he lighted again with the blossoming dawn of his sentiment. I

thought of the coarse yet taking vagabond of twenty I had once chanced upon, and hunted and camped with

since through the years. Decidedly he was not that boy today! It is not true that all of us rise through

adversity, any more than that all plants need shadow. Some starve out of the sunshine; and I have seen misery

deaden once kind people to everything but selfalmost the saddest sight in the world! But Lin's character

had not stood well the ordeal of happiness, and for him certainly harsh days and responsibility had been

needed to ripen the spirit. Yes, Jessamine Buckner would have been much too good for him before that

humiliation of his marriage, and this care of young Billy with which he had loaded himself. "Lin," said I, "I

"I'm healthy enough," said he; and we came back to the main street and into the main saloon.

"How d'ye, boys?" said some one, and there was Nate Buckner. "It's on me today," he continued, shoving

whiskey along the bar; and I saw he was a little drunk. "I'm setting 'em up," he continued. "Why? Why,

because"he looked around for appreciation"because it's not every sonofagun in Wyoming gets

pardoned by Governor Barker. I'm important, I want you to understand," he pursued to the cold bystanders.

"They'll have a picture of me in the Cheyenne paper. 'The Broncobuster of Powder River!' They can't do

without me! If any sonofagun here thinks he knows how to break a colt," he shouted, looking around

with the irrelevant fierceness of drinkand then his challenge ebbed vacantly in laughter as the subject

"Yu' never gave water the chance," retorted the cowpuncher, and we left the place without my having drunk

It was a grim beginning, this brag attempt to laugh his reputation down, with the jail door scarce closed

behind him. "Folks are not going to like that," said Lin, as we walked across the bridge again to the hotel. Yet

the sister, left alone here after an hour at most of her brother's company, would pretend it was a matter of

course. Nate was not in, she told us at once. He had business to attend to and friends to see he must get back

to Riverside and down in that country where colts were waiting for him. He was the only one the E. K. outfit

would allow to handle their young stock. Did we know that? And she was going to stay with a Mrs. Pierce

down there for a while, near where Nate would be working. All this she told us; but when he did not return to

dine with her on this first day, I think she found it hard to sustain her wilful cheeriness. Lin offered to take

her driving to see the military post and dress parade at retreat, and Cloud's Peak, and Buffalo's various sights;

but she made excuses and retired to her room. Nate, however, was at tea, shaven clean, with good clothes,

and well conducted. His tone and manner to Jessamine were confidential and caressing, and offended Mr.

McLean, so that I observed to him that it was scarcely reasonable to be jealous.

"Oh, no jealousy!" said he. "But he comes in and kisses her, and he kisses her goodnight, and us strangers

looking on! It's such oncontrollable affection, yu' see, after never writing for five years. I expect she must

It is true that the sister gave the brother money more than once; and as our ways lay together, I had chances to

see them both, and to wonder if her joy at being with him once again was going to last. On the road to

Riverside I certainly heard Jessamine beg him to return home with her; and he ridiculed such a notion. What

proper life for a live man was that dead place back East? he asked her. I thought he might have expressed

some regret that they must dwell so far apart, or some intention to visit her now and then; but he said nothing

of the sort, though he spoke volubly of himself and his prospects. I suppose this spectacle of brother and

sister had rubbed Lin the wrong way too much, for he held himself and Billy aloof, joining me on the road

but once, and then merely to give me the news that people here wanted no more of Nate Buckner; he would

be run out of the country, and respect for the sister was all that meanwhile saved him. But Buckner, like so

many spared criminals, seemed brazenly unaware he was disgraced, and went hailing loudly any riders or

drivers we met, while beside him his sister sat close and straight, her stanch affection and support for the

world to see. For all she let appear, she might have been bringing him back from some gallant heroism

achieved; and as I rode along the travesty seemed more and more pitiful, the outcome darker and darker.

At all times is Riverside beautiful, but most beautiful when the sun draws down through the openings of the

hills. From each one a stream comes flowing clearly out into the plain, and fields spread green along the

margins. It was beneath the longslanted radiance of evening that we saw Blue Creek and felt its coolness

rise among the shifting veils of light. The red bluff eastward, the tall natural fortress, lost its stern masonry of

shapes, and loomed a soft towering enchantment of violet and amber and saffron in the changing rays. The

cattle stood quiet about the levels, and horses were moving among the restless colts. These the brother bade

his sister look at, for with them was his glory; and I heard him boasting of his skilltruthful boasting, to be

sure. Had he been honest in his dealings, the goodwill that man's courage and dashing appearance beget in

men would have brought him more employment than he could have undertaken. He told Jessamine his way of

breaking a horse that few would dare, and she listened eagerly. "Do you remember when I used to hold the

pony for you to get on?" she said. "You always would scare me, Nate!" And he replied, fluently, Yes, yes; did

she see that horse there, near the fence? He was a fouryearold, an outlaw, and she would find no one had

tried getting on his back since he had been absent. This was the first question he asked on reaching the cabin,

where various neighbors were waiting the mailrider; and, finding he was right, he turned in pride to

"They don't know how to handle that horse," said he. "I told you so. Give me a rope."

Did she notice the cold greeting Nate received? I think not. Not only was their welcome to her the kinder, but

any one is glad to witness bold riding, and this chance made a stir which the sister may have taken for

cordiality. But Lin gave me a look; for it was the same here as it had been in the Buffalo saloon.

"The trick is easy enough," said Nate, arriving with his outlaw, and liking an audience. "You don't want a

bridle, but a rope hackamore like thisSpanish style. Then let them run as hard as they want, and on a

sudden reach down your arm and catch the hackamore short, close up by the mouth, and jerk them round

quick and heavy at full speed. They quit their fooling after one or two doses. Now watch your outlaw!"

He went into the saddle so swift and secure that the animal, amazed, trembled stockstill, then sprang

headlong. It stopped, vicious and knowing, and plunged in a rage, but could do nothing with the man, and

bolted again, and away in a straight blind line over the meadow, when the rider leaned forward to his trick.

The horse veered in a jagged swerve, rolled over and over with its twisted impetus, and up on its feet and on

without a stop, the man still seated and upright in the saddle. How we cheered to see it! But the figure now

tilted strangely, and something awful and nameless came over us and chilled our noise to silence. The horse,

dazed and tamed by the fall, brought its burden towards us, a wobbling thing, falling by small shakes

"Come away," said Lin McLean to Jessamine and at his voice she obeyed and went, leaning on his arm.

Jessamine sat by her brother until he died, twelve hours afterwards, having spoken and known nothing. The

whole weight of the horse had crushed him internally. He must have become almost instantly unconscious,

being held in the saddle by his spurs, which had caught in the hair cinch; it may be that our loud cheer was

the last thing of this world that he knew. The injuries to his body made impossible any taking him home,

which his sister at first wished to do. "Why, I came here to bring him home," she said, with a smile and tone

like cheerfulness in wax. Her calm, the unearthly ease with which she spoke to any comer (and she was

surrounded with rough kindness), embarrassed the listeners; she saw her calamity clear as they did, but was

sleepwalking in it. It was Lin gave her what she neededthe repose of his strong, silent presence. He spoke

no sympathy and no advice, nor even did he argue with her about the burial; he perceived somehow that she

did not really hear what was said to her, and that these first griefless, sensible words came from some

mechanism of the nerves; so he kept himself near her, and let her tell her story as she would. Once I heard

him say to her, with the same authority of that first "come away"; "Now you've had enough of the talking.

Come for a walk." Enough of the talkingas if it were a treatment! How did he think of that? Jessamine, at

any rate, again obeyed him, and I saw the two going quietly about in the meadows and along the curving

brook; and that night she slept well. On one only point did the cowpuncher consult me.

"They figured to put Nate on top of that bald mound," said he. "But she has talked about the flowers and

shade where the old folks lie, and where she wants him to be alongside of them. I've not let her look at him

today, forwell, she might get the way he looks now on her memory. But I'd like to show you my idea

Lin had indeed chosen a beautiful place, and so I told him at the first sight of it.

I believe he never once told Jessamine the body could not travel so far as Kentucky. I think he let her live and

talk and grieve from hour to hour, and then led her that afternoon to the nook of sunlight and sheltering trees,

and won her consent to it thus; for there was Nate laid, and there she went to sit, alone. Lin did not go with

But now something new was on the fellow's mind. He was plainly occupied with it, whatever else he was

doing, and he had some active cattlework. On my asking him if Jessamine Buckner had decided when to

return east, he inquired of me, angrily, what was there in Kentucky she could not have in Wyoming?

Consequently, though I surmised what he must be debating, I felt myself invited to keep out of his

confidence, and I did so. My advice to him would have been ill received, andas was soon to be made

plain would have done his delicacy injustice. Next, one morning he and Billy were gone. My first thought

was that he had rejoined Jessamine at Mrs. Pierce's, where she was, and left me away over here on Bear

Now Mr. McLean constructed perhaps three letters in the yearpainful, serious eventslike an interview

with some important person with whom your speech must decorously flow. No matter to whom he was

writing, it froze all nature stiff in each word he achieved; and his bald business diction and wild archaic

penmanship made documents that I value among my choicest correspondence; this one, especially:

This seemed to point but one way; and (uncharitable though it sound) that this girl, so close upon

But, most extraordinary, Lin had gone away without a word to her, and she was left as plainly in the dark as

myself. After her first frank surprise at learning of his departure, his name did not come again from her lips,

at any rate to me. Good Mrs. Pierce dropped a word one day as to her opinion of men who deceive women

"Let us talk straight," said I. "Do you mean that Miss Buckner says that, or that you say it?"

"Why, the poor thing says nothing!" exclaimed the lady. "It's like a man to think she would. And I'll not say

anything, either, for you're all just the same, except when you're worse; and that Lin McLean is going to

He did. On that occasion the kind old dame told him he was the best boy in the country, and stood on her toes

and kissed him. But meanwhile we did not know why he had gone, and Jessamine (though he was never

subtle or cruel enough to plan such a thing) missed him, and thus in her loneliness had the chance to learn

Though pressed to stay indefinitely beneath Mrs. Pierce's hospitable roof, the girl, after lingering awhile, and

going often to that nook in the hill by Riverside, took her departure. She was restless, yet clung to the

neighborhood. It was with a wrench that she fixed her going when I told her of my own journey back to the

railroad. In Buffalo she walked to the courthouse and stood a moment as if bidding this site of one

lifememory farewell, and from the stage she watched and watched the receding town and mountains. "It's

awful to be leaving him!" she said. "Excuse me for acting so in front of you." With the poignant emptiness

overcoming her in new guise, she blamed herself for not waiting in Illinois until he had been sent to Joliet, for

How could I tell her that Nate's death was the best end that could have come to him? But I said: "You know

you don't think it was your fault. You know you would do the same again." She listened to me, but her eyes

had no interest in them. "He never knew pain," I pursued, "and he died doing the thing he liked best in the

world. He was happy and enjoying himself, and you gave him that. It's bad only for you. Some would talk

"Yes," she answered, "I can think of him so glad to be free. Thank you for saying that about religion. Do you

think it's wicked not to want it to hate it sometimes? I hope it's not. Thank you, truly."

During our journey she summoned her cheerfulness, and all that she said was wholesome. In the robust,

coarse soundness of her fibre, the wounds of grief would heal and leave no sicknessperhaps no higher

sensitiveness to human sufferings than her broad native kindness already held. We touched upon religion

again, and my views shocked her Kentucky notions, for I told her Kentucky locked its religion in an iron cage

called Sunday, which made it very savage and fond of biting strangers. Now and again I would run upon that

vein of deepseated prejudice that was in her character like some fine wire. In short, our disagreements

brought us to terms more familiar than we had reached hitherto. But when at last Separ came, where was I?

There stood Mr. McLean waiting, and at the suddenness of him she had no time to remember herself, but

stepped out of the stage with such a smile that the ardent cowpuncher flushed and beamed.

"So I went away without telling you goodbye!" he began, not wisely. "Mrs. Pierce has been circulating war

The maiden in Jessamine spoke instantly. "Indeed? There was no special obligation for you to call on me, or

"Neighbor!" he exclaimed; and again, "Neighbor," much pleased. "Now it would sound kind o' pleasant if

"Blamed if I understand her," cried Lin. "Blamed if I do. But you're going to understand me sure quick!" He

rushed inside the station, spoke sharply to the agent, and returned in the same tremor of elation that had

pushed him to forwardness with his girl, and with which he seemed near bursting. "I've been here three days

to meet you. There's a letter, and I expect I know what's in it. Tubercle has got it here." He took it from the

less hasty agent and thrust it in Jessamine's hand. "You needn't to fear. Please open it; it's good news this

time, you bet!" He watched it in her hand as the boy of eight watches the string of a Christmas parcel he

wishes his father would cut instead of so carefully untie. "Open it," he urged again. "Keeping me waiting this

"What in the world does all this mean?" cried Jessamine, stopping short at the first sentence.

So she read, with big eyes. It was an official letter of the railroad, written by the division superintendent at

Edgeford. It hoped Miss Buckner might feel like taking the position of agent at Separ. If she was willing to

consider this, would she stop over at Edgeford, on her way east, and talk with the superintendent? In case the

duties were more than she had been accustomed to on the Louisville and Nashville, she could continue east

with the loss of only a day. The superintendent believed the salary could be arranged satisfactorily. Enclosed

Jessamine turned her wondering eyes on Lin. "You did do this," she repeated, but this time with extraordinary

She gave a rich laugh of pleasure and amusement; a long laugh, and stopped. "Did anybody ever!" she said.

"Oh no, no! I can do no such thing. Don't you see I can't? I believe you are crazy."

"I've been waiting to hear yu' say that," said the complacent McLean. "I'm not argufying. We'll eat supper

now. The eastbound is due in an hour, and I expect you'll be wanting to go on it."

"I'm going to get my ticket to Chicago right now," said Jessamine, again laughing, sunny and defiant.

"You bet you are!" said the incorrigible McLean. He let her go into the station serenely. "You can't get used

to new ideas in a minute," he remarked to me. "I've figured on all that, of course. But that's why," he broke

out, impetuously, "I quit you on Bear Creek so sudden. 'When she goes back away home,' I'd been saying to

myself every day, 'what'll you do then, Lin McLean?' Well, I knew I'd go to Kentucky too. Just knew I'd have

to, yu' see, and it was inconvenient, turruble inconvenientBilly here and my ranch, and the beef roundup

comin'but how could I let her go and forget me? Take up, maybe, with some Bluegrass sonofagun

back there? And I hated the fix I was in till that morning, getting up, I was joshin' the Virginia man that's after

Miss Wood. I'd been sayin' no educated lady would think of a man who talked with an African accent. 'It's

repotted you have a Southern rival yourself,' says he, joshin' back. So I said I guessed the rival would find life

uneasy. 'He does,' says he. 'Any man with his voice broke in two halves, and one down in his stomach and

one up among the angels, is goin' to feel uneasy. But Texas talks a heap about his lady vigilante in the

freightcar.' 'Vigilante!' I said; and I must have jumped, for they all asked where the lightning had struck.

And in fifteen minutes after writing you I'd hit the trail for Separ. Oh, I figured things out on that ride!" (Mr.

McLean here clapped me on the back.) "Got to Separ. Got the sheriff's address the sheriff that saw her that

night they held up the locomotive. Got him to meet me at Edgeford and make a big talk to the superintendent.

Made a big talk myself. I said, 'Put that girl in charge of Separ, and the boys'll quit shooting your watertank.

But Tubercle can't influence 'em.' 'Tubercle?' says the superintendent. 'What's that?' And when I told him it

was the agent, he flapped his two hands down on the chair arms each side of him and went to rockin' up and

down. I said the agent was just a temptation to the boys to be gay right along, and they'd keep ashooting.

'You can choose between Tubercle and your tank,' I said; 'but you've got to move one of 'em from Separ if yu'

went peace.' The sheriff backed me up good, too. He said a man couldn't do much with Separ the way it was

now; but a decent woman would be respected there, and the only question was if she could conduct the

business. So I spoke up about Shawhan, and when the whole idea began to soak into that superintendent his

eyeballs jingled and he looked as wise as a workox. 'I'll see her,' says he. And he's going to see her."

"Well," said I, "you deserve success after thinking of a thing like that! You're wholly wasted punching cattle.

But she's going to Chicago. By eleven o'clock she will have passed by your superintendent."

He baffled me, and he baffled Jessamine. Indeed, his eagerness with her parcels, his assistance in checking

her trunk, his cheerful examination of check and ticket to be sure they read over the same route, plainly failed

Her firmness about going was sincere, but she had looked for more dissuasion; and this sprightly abettal of

her departure seemed to leave something vacant in the ceremonies She fell singularly taciturn during supper

at the Hotel Brunswick, and presently observed, "I hope I shall see Mr. Donohoe."

"Texas?" said Lin. "I expect they'll have tucked him in bed by now up at the ranch. The little fellow is

"He can walk round a freightcar all night," said Miss Buckner, stoutly. "I've always wanted to thank him for

"Well, if he's not actually thinking he'll tease me!" cried out Jessamine "Though he claims not to be foolish

like Mr. Donohoe. Why, Mr. McLean, you surely must have been young once! See if you can't remember!"

But her laughter routed him. "Maybe you didn't notice you were young," she said. "But don't you reckon

In my opinion she was. She had her wish, too about Texas; for we found him waiting on the railroad

platform, dressed in his best, to say goodbye. The friendly things she told him left him shuffling and

repeating that it was a mistake to go, a big mistake; but when she said the butter was not good enough, his

laugh cracked joyously up into the treble. The train's arrival brought quick sadness to her face, but she made

"Don't you ride any more cowcatchers," she warned Billy Lusk, "or I'll have to come back and look after

"You said you and me were going for a ride, and we ain't," shouted the longmemoried nineyearold. "You

As the train's pace quickened he did not step off, and Miss Buckner cried "Jump!"

"Too late," said he, placidly. Then he called to me, "I'm hard to beat, too!" So the train took them both away,

"He's just seeing Miss Buckner as far as Edgeford," said the agent. "Be back tomorrow."

"Then I don't see why he wouldn't take me along," Billy complained. And Separ laughed.

But the lover was not back tomorrow. He was capable of anything, gossip remarked, and took up new

themes. The sun rose and set, the two trains made their daily slight event and gathering; the watertank,

glaring bulkily in the sun beaconed unmolested; and the agent's natural sleep was unbroken by pistols, for the

cowboys did not happen to be in town. Separ lay a clot of torpor that I was glad to leave behind me for a

while. But news is a strange, permeating substance, and it began to be sifted through the air that Tubercle was

That is how they phrased it in cowcamp, meaning not the next world, but the Eastern States.

"It's certainly a shame him leaving after we've got him so good and used to us," said the Virginian.

"That's you!" said Honey. "Schemin' mischief away ahead. You're the leadin' devil in this country, and just

because yu' wear a faithfullooking face you're tryin' to fool a poor schoolmarm."

So now they were curious about the successor, planning their hearty welcome for that official, and were

encouraged in this by Mr. McLean. He reappeared in the neighborhood with a manner and conversation

He met their few remarks so smoothly that they got no joy from him; and being asked had he seen the new

agent, he answered yes, that Tubercle had gone Wednesday, and his successor did not seem to be much of a

But to me Lin had nothing to say until noon camp was scattering from its lunch to work, when he passed

close, and whispered, "You'll see her tomorrow if you go in with the outfit." Then, looking round to make

sure we were alone in the sagebrush, he drew from his pocket, cherishingly, a little shining pistol. "Hers,"

He turned the token in his hand, caressing it as on that first night when Jessamine had taken his heart captive.

"My idea," he added, unable to lift his eyes from the treasure. "See this, too."

"It's on both, yu' know. We had it put on the day she settled to accept the superintendent's proposition." Here

Lin fired his small exchanged weapon at a cottonwood, striking low. "She can beat that with mine!" he

exclaimed, proud and tender. "She took four days deciding at Edgeford, and I learned her to hit the ace of

clubs." He showed me the cards they had practiced upon during those four days of indecision; he had them in

a book as if they were pressed flowers. "They won't get crumpled that way," said he; and he further showed

I shook his hand with all my might. Yes, he was worthy of her! Yes, he deserved this smooth course his love

was running! And I shook his hand again. To tonic her grief Jessamine had longed for some activity, some

work, and he had shown her Wyoming might hold this for her as well as Kentucky. "But how in the world," I

"Yu' mustn't forget," said the lover (and he blushed), "that I had her four hours alone on the train."

But his face that evening round the fire, when they talked of their next day's welcome to the new agent,

became comedy of the highest, and he was so desperately canny in the moments he chose for silence or for

comment! He had not been sure of their ignorance until he arrived, and it was a joke with him too deep for

laughter. He had a special eye upon the Virginian, his mate in such a tale of mischiefs, and now he led him

on. He suggested to the Southerner that caution might be wise; this change at Separ was perhaps some new

Yet not he, not any one, could have foreseen the mortifying harmlessness of the outcome. They swept down

upon Separ like all the hordes of legend more egregiously, perhaps, because they were playacting and no

serious horde would go on so. Our final hundred yards of speed and copious howling brought all dwellers in

Separ out to gaze and disappear like rabbitsall save the new agent in the station. Nobody ran out or in

there, and the horde whirled up to the tiny, defenceless building and leaped to earthexcept Lin and me; we

sat watching. The innocent door stood open wide to any cool breeze or invasion, and Honey Wiggin tramped

in foremost, hat lowering over eyes and pistol prominent. He stopped rooted, staring, and his mouth came

open slowly; his hand went feeling up for his hat, and came down with it by degrees as by degrees his grin

There answered a clear, long, rippling, ample laugh. It came out of the open door into the heat; it made the

sunbaked air merry; it seemed to welcome and mock; it genially hovered about us in the dusty quiet of

Separ; for there was no other sound anywhere at all in the place, and the great plain stretched away silent all

The horde stood blank; then it shifted its legs, looked sideways at itself, and in a hesitating clump reached the

"Goodmorning, gentlemen," said Jessamine Buckner, seated behind her railing; and various voices

"If you have any letters, ma'am," said the Virginian, more inventive, "I'll take them. Letters for Judge

It was a happy, if simple, thought, and most of them inquired for the mail. Jessamine sought carefully,

making them repeat their names, which some did guiltily: they foresaw how soon the lady would find out no

"I'm sorry, truly," said Jessamine behind the railing. "For you seemed real anxious to get news. Better luck

next time! And if I make mistakes, please everybody set me straight, for of course I don't understand things

"No, she don't understand things yet," soliloquized the Virginian. "Oh dear, no." He turned his slow, dark

eyes upon us. "You Lin McLean," said he, in his gentle voice, "you have cert'nly fooled me plumb through

Then the horde rode out of town, chastened and orderly till it was quite small across the sagebrush, when

reaction seized it. It sped suddenly and vanished in dust with far, hilarious cries and here were Lin and I, and

Thus did Separ's vigilante take possession and vindicate Lin's knowledge of his kind. It was not three days

until the Virginian, that lynx observer, fixed his grave eyes upon McLean "'Neighbor' is as cute a name for a

sixshooter as ever I heard," said he. "But she'll never have need of your gun in Separonly to shoot up

That was his way of congratulation to a brother lover. "Plumb strange," he said to me one morning after an

hour of riding in silence, "how a man will win two women while another man gets aged waitin' for one."

"My hopes ain't so glossy any more," he answered. "Lin has done better this second trip."

"I reckon she counted mighty plentiful when he thought he'd got her clamped to him by lawful marriage. But

Lucky Lin bestirred him over his work, his plans, his ranch on Box Elder that was one day to be a home for

his lady. He came and went, seeing his idea triumph and his girl respected. Not only was she a girl, but a

good shot too. And as if she and her small, neat home were a sort of possession, the cowpunchers would

boast of her to strangers. They would have dealt heavily now with the wretch who should trifle with the

watertank. When camp came within visiting distance, you would see one or another shaving and parting his

hair. They wrote unnecessary letters, and brought them to mail as excuses for an afternoon call. Honey

Wiggin, more original, would look in the door with his grin, and hold up an ace of clubs. "I thought maybe

yu' could spare a minute for a shootin'match," he would insinuate; and Separ now heard no more

objectionable shooting than this. Texas brought her presents of gameantelope, sagechickens but,

shyness intervening, he left them outside the door, and entering, dressed in all the "Sunday" that he had,

would sit dumbly in the lady's presence. I remember his emerging from one of these placid interviews straight

"If she don't notice your clothes, Texas," said the Virginian, "just mention them to her."

"She'll hear you singin' sooprano," said Honey Wiggin. "It's good this country has reformed, or they'd have

"You sca'cely can corrupt the morals of a soprano man," observed the Virginian. "Go and play with Billy till

But it was the boldest adults that Billy chose for playmates. Texas he found immature. Moreover, when next

he came, he desired play with no one. Summer was done. September's full moon was several nights ago; he

had gone on his hunt with Lin, and now spellingbooks were at hand. But more than this clouded his mind,

he had been brought to say goodbye to Jessamine Buckner, who had scarcely seen him, and to give her a

wolvereneskin, a hunting trophy. "She can have it," he told me. "I like her." Then he stole a look at his

guardian. "If they get married and send me back to mother," said he, "I'll run away sure." So school and this

old dread haunted the child, while for the man, Lin the lucky, who suspected nothing of it, time was ever

bringing love nearer to his hearth. His Jessamine had visited Box Elder, and even said she wanted chickens

there; since when Mr. McLean might occasionally have been seen at his cabin, worrying over barnyard

fowls, feeding and cursing them with equal care. Spring would see him married, he told me.

"This time right!" he exclaimed. "And I want her to know Billy some more before he goes to Bear Creek."

"Home sounds kind o' slick," said Lin to me. "Don't it, now? 'Home' is closer than 'neighbor,' you bet! Billy,

put the horses in the corral, and ask Miss Buckner if we can come and see her after supper. If you're good,

Again suspicion quivered over Billy's face, and he dragged his horses angrily to the corral.

Lin nudged me, laughing. "I can rile him every time about Laramie," said he, affectionately. "I wouldn't have

believed the kid set so much store by me. Nor I didn't need to ask Jessamine to love him for my sake. What

do yu' suppose? Before I'd got far as thinking of Billy at all right after Edgeford, when my head was just a

whirl of joyJessamine says to me one day, 'Read that.' It was Governor Barker writin' to her about her

brother and her sorrow." Lin paused. "And about me. I can't never tell youbut he said a heap I didn't

deserve. And he told her about me picking up Billy in Denver streets that time, and doing for him because his

own home was not a good one. Governor Barker wrote Jessamine all that; and she said, 'Why did you never

tell me?' And I said it wasn't anything to tell. And she just said to me, 'It shall be as if he was your son and I

was his mother.' And that's the first regular kiss she ever gave me I didn't have to take myself. God bless her!

As we ate our supper, young Billy burst out of brooding silence: "I didn't ask her about Laramie. So there!"

"Well, well, kid," said the cowpuncher, patting his head, "yu' needn't to, I guess."

But Billy's eye remained sullen and jealous. He paid slight attention to the picturebook of soldiers and war

that Jessamine gave him when we went over to the station. She had her own books, some flowers in pots, a

rockingchair, and a cosey lamp that shone on her bright face and dark dress. We drew stools from the office

"Scanty room for company!" Jessamine said. "But we must make out this waytill we have another way."

She smiled on Lin, and Billy's face darkened. "Do you know," she pursued to me, "with all those chickens

"Texas? Chickens? Him? Then he'll have to steal 'em!" And we all laughed together.

"You won't make me go back to Laramie, will you?" spoke Billy, suddenly, from his stool.

"I'd like to see anybody try to make you?" exclaimed Jessamine. "Who says any such thing?"

Jessamine looked at her lover reproachfully. "What a way to tease him!" she said. "And you so kind. Why,

"Come sit here, Billy," said Jessamine. "Whenever he teases, you tell me, and we'll make him behave."

"Cause I'll go to school. But I won't go back to Laramie for no one. And you're agoing to be Lin's wife,

"Then I guess mother can't never come back to Lin, either," stated Billy, relieved.

"It's all right," repeated Lin in the silence, shifting his foot and looking down. "Once I made a fool of myself.

"It's all straight," said the cowpuncher. "I never saw her till three years ago. I haven't anything to hide,

I rose. "Miss Buckner," said I, "he will tell you. But he will not tell you he paid dearly for what was no fault

of his. It has been no secret. It is only something his friends and his enemies have forgotten."

But all the while I was speaking this, Jessamine's eyes were fixed on Lin, and her face remained white.

I left the girl and the man and the little boy together, and crossed to the hotel. But its air was foul, and I got

my roll of camp blankets to sleep in the clean night, if sleepingtime should come; meanwhile I walked about

in the silence To have taken a wife once in good faith, ignorant she was another's, left no stain, raised no

barrier. I could have told Jessamine the same old story myselfor almost; but what had it to do with her at

all? Why need she know? Reasoning thus, yet with something left uncleared by reason that I could not state, I

watched the moon edge into sight, heavy and richhued, a melonslice of glow, seemingly near, like a great

lantern tilted over the plain. The smell of the sagebrush flavored the air; the hush of Wyoming folded distant

and near things, and all Separ but those three inside the lighted window were in bed. Dark windows were

everywhere else, and looming above rose the watertank, a dull mass in the night, and forever somehow to

me a Sphinx emblem, the vision I instantly see when I think of Separ. Soon I heard a door creaking. It was

Billy, coming alone, and on seeing me he walked up and spoke in a halfawed voice.

I withheld from questions, and as he kept along by my side he said: "I'm sorry. Do you think she's mad with

Lin for what he's told her? She just sat, and when she started crying he made me go away."

"I don't believe she's mad," I told Billy; and I sat down on my blanket, he beside me, talking while the moon

grew small as it rose over the plain, and the light steadily shone in Jessamine's window. Soon young Billy fell

asleep, and I looked at him, thinking how in a way it was he who had brought this trouble on the man who

had saved him and loved him. But that man had no such untender thoughts. Once more the door opened, and

it was he who came this time, alone also. She did not follow him and stand to watch him from the threshold,

I don't know that he heard me. He stooped over Billy and shook him gently. "Wake, son," said he. "You and I

"No, son. We can't wait here any more. Go and get the horses and put the saddles on." As Billy obeyed, Lin

looked at the lighted window. "She is in there," he said. "She's in there. So near." He looked, and turned to

the hotel, from which he brought his chaps and spurs and put them on. "I understand her words," he

continued. "Her words, the meaning of them. But not what she means, I guess. It will take studyin' over.

Why, she don't blame me!" he suddenly said, speaking to me instead of to himself.

"That's not the trouble. She knows what kind of man I have been, and she forgives that just the way she did

her brother. And she knows how I didn't intentionally conceal anything. Billy hasn't been around, and she

never realized about his mother and me. We've talked awful open, but that was not pleasant to speak of, and

the whole country knew it so longand I never thought! She don't blame me. She says she understands; but

"Yu' mustn't say that," said he. "She don't claim she's a wife, either. She just shakes her head when I asked

her why she feels so. It must be different to you and me from the way it seems to her. I don't see her view;

maybe I never can see it; but she's made me feel she has it, and that she's honest, and loves me true" His

"You can't have a marriage broken that was never tied," I said. "But perhaps Governor Barker or Judge

"No," said the cowpuncher. "Law couldn't fool her. She's thinking of something back of law. She said she'd

waitalways. And when I took it in that this was all over and done, and when I thought of my ranch and the

chickenswell, I couldn't think of things at all, and I came and waked Billy to clear out and quit."

"Tell her? Nothin', I guess. I don't remember getting out of the room. Why, here's actually her pistol, and

"Man, man!" said I, "go back and tell her to keep it, and that you'll wait tooalways!"

I saw his face as he turned to her, and I walked toward Billy and the horses. Presently I heard steps on the

wooden station, and from its black, brief shadow the two came walking, Lin and his sweetheart, into the

moonlight. They were not speaking, but merely walked together in the clear radiance, hand in hand, like two

children. I saw that she was weeping, and that beneath the tyranny of her resolution her whole loving, ample

nature was wrung. But the strange, narrow fibre in her would not yield! I saw them go to the horses, and

Jessamine stood while Billy and Lin mounted. Then quickly the cowpuncher sprang down again and folded

"Lin, dear Lin! dear neighbor!" she sobbed. She could not withhold this last goodbye.

I do not think he spoke. In a moment thehorses started and were gone, flying, rushing away into the great

plain, until sight and sound of them were lost, and only the sagebrush was there, bathed in the high, bright

moon. The last thing I remember as I lay in my blankets was Jessamine's window still lighted, and the

Children have many special endowments, and of these the chiefest is to ask questions that their elders must

skirmish to evade. Married people and aunts and uncles commonly discover this, but mere instinct does not

guide one to it. A maiden of twentythree will not necessarily divine it. Now except in one unhappy hour of

stress and surprise, Miss Jessamine Buckner had been more than equal to life thus far. But never yet had she

been shut up a whole day in one room with a boy of nine. Had this experience been hers, perhaps she would

not have written to Mr. McLean the friendly and singular letter in which she hoped he was well, and said that

she was very well, and how was dear little Billy? She was glad Mr. McLean had stayed away. That was just

like his honorable nature, and what she expected of him. And she was perfectly happy at Separ, and "yours

sincerely and always, 'Neighbor.' "Postscript. Talking of Billy Luskif Lin was busy with gathering the

cattle, why not send Billy down to stop quietly with her. She would make him a bed in the ticketoffice, and

there she would be to see after him all the time. She knew Lin did not like his adopted child to be too much in

cowcamp with the men. She would adopt him, too, for just as long as convenient to Linuntil the school

opened on Bear Creek, if Lin so wished. Jessamine wrote a good deal about how much better care any

woman can take of a boy of Billy's age than any man knows. The stagecoach brought the answer to this

remarkably soon young Billy with a trunk and a letter of twelve pages in pencil and ink the only writing

"I can write a lot quicker than Lin," said Billy, upon arriving. "He was fussing at that away late by the fire in

camp, an' waked me up crawling in our bed. An' then he had to finish it next night when he went over to the

When not otherwise occupied Jessamine took the letter out of its locked box and read it, or looked at it. Thus

the first days had gone finely at Separ, the weather being beautiful and Billy much outofdoors. But

sometimes the weather changes in Wyoming; and now it was that Miss Jessamine learned the talents of

Soon after breakfast this stormy morning Billy observed the twelve pages being taken out of their box, and

spoke from his sudden brain. "Honey Wiggin says Lin's losing his grip about girls," he remarked. "He says

you couldn't 'a' downed him onced. You'd 'a' had to marry him. Honey says Lin ain't worked it like he done in

"Now I shouldn't wonder if he was right," said Jessamine, buoyantly. "And that being the case, I'm going to

"Yes. Honey said he wouldn't 'a' thought Lin was that old. But I guess he must be thirty."

"But Lin ain't been married very much," pursued Billy. "Mother's the only one they speak of. You don't have

"Ah, I don't think so," said Billy, with disparagement. "You ought to see mother and father. I wish you would

leave Lin marry you, though," said the boy, coming to her with an impulse of affection. "Why won't you if he

She continued to parry him, but this was not a very smooth start for eight in the morning. Moments of lull

there were, when the telegraph called her to the front room, and Billy's young mind shifted to inquiries about

the cipher alphabet. And she gained at least an hour teaching him to read various words by the sound. At

dinner, too, he was refreshingly silent. But such silences are unsafe, and the weather was still bad. Four

"Please tell me why you won't leave Lin marry you." He was at the window, kicking the wall.

"That's nine times since dinner," she replied, with tireless good humor. "Now if you ask me twelve"

She broke into a laugh. "No. I'll go riding and you'll stay at home. When I was little and would ask things

"What did they do to you? Ah, I don't want to go ariding. It's nasty all over." He stared out at the day against

which Separ's doors had been tight closed since morning. Eight hours of furious wind had raised the dust like

a sea. "I wish the old train would come," observed Billy, continuing to kick the wall. "I wish I was going

somewheres." Smoky, level, and hot, the south wind leapt into Separ across five hundred unbroken miles.

The plain was blanketed in a tawny eclipse. Each minute the near buildings became invisible in a turbulent

herd of clouds. Above this travelling blur of the soil the top of the watertank alone rose bulging into the

clear sun. The sand spirals would lick like flames along the bulk of the lofty tub, and soar skyward. It was not

shipping season. The freightcars stood idle in a long line. No cattle huddled in the corrals. No strangers

moved in town. No cowponies dozed in front of the saloon. Their riders were distant in ranch and camp.

Human noise was extinct in Separ. Beneath the thunder of the sultry blasts the place lay dead in its flapping

shroud of dust. "Why won't you tell me?" droned Billy. For some time he had been returning, like a mosquito

"Oh, goodness! Pretty soon I'll not be glad I came. I'm about twiced as less glad now."

"Well," said Jessamine, "there's a man coming today to mend the government telegraphline between

Drybone and McKinney. Maybe he would take you back as far as Box Elder, if you want to go very much.

Billy was disappointed at this cordial seconding of his mood. He did not make a direct rejoinder. "I guess I'll

She continued mending his stockings. Finished ones lay rolled at one side of her chair, and upon the other

"And I'm going to turn back handsprings on top of all the freightcars," he stated, more loudly.

She indulged again in merriment, laughing sweetly at him, and without restraint.

"And I'm sick of what you all keep asaying to me!" he shouted. "Just as if I was a baby."

"All of you do. Honey, and Lin, and you, now, and everybody. What makes you say 'that's nine times, Billy;

oh, Billy, that's ten times,' if you don't mean I'm a baby? And you laugh me off, just like they do, and just like

"Billy, listen. Did nobody ever ask you something you did not want to tell them?"

"That's not a bit the same, becausebecausebecause I treat 'em square and because it's not their business.

But every time I ask anybody 'most anything, they say I'm not old enough to understand; and I'll be ten soon.

And it is my business when it's about the kind of a mother I'm agoing to have. Suppose I quit acting square,

an' told 'em, when they bothered me, they weren't young enough to understand! Wish I had. Guess I will, too,

and watch 'em step around." For a moment his mind dwelt upon this, and he whistled a revengeful strain.

"Goodness, Billy!" said Jessamine, at the sight of the next stocking. "The whole heel is scorched off."

He eyed the ruin with indifference. "Ah, that was last month when I and Lin shot the bear in the swamp

"Mother always chucked 'em, an' father'd buy new ones till I skipped from home. Lin kind o' mends 'em."

"Yes. What made you write him for to let me come and bring my stockin's and things?"

"Don't you see, Billy, there is so little work at this station that I'd be looking out of the window all day just

"Oh!" Billy pondered. "And so I said to Lin," he continued, "why didn't he send down his own clothes, too,

an' let you fix 'em all. And Honey Wiggin laughed right in his coffeecup so it all sploshed out. And the cook

he asked me if mother used to mend Lin's clothes. But I guess she chucked 'em like she always did father's

and mine. I was with father, you know, when mother was married to Lin that time." He paused again, while

his thoughts and fears struggled. "But Lin says I needn't ever go back," he went on, reasoning and confiding

to her. "Lin don't like mother any more, I guess." His pondering grew still deeper, and he looked at Jessamine

for some while. Then his face wakened with a new theory. "Don't Lin like you any more?" he inquired.

"Well, he got hot in camp when I said that about sending his clothes to you. He quit supper pretty soon, and

went away off a walking. And that's another time they said I was too young. But Lin don't come to see you

"Well, I hope so too," said Billy, earnestly. "For I like you. When I seen him show you our cabin on Box

Elder, and the room he had fixed for you, I was glad you were coming to be my mother. Mother used to be

awful. I wouldn't 'a' minded her licking me if she'd done other things. Ah, pshaw! I wasn't going to stand

that." Billy now came close to Jessamine. "I do wish you would come and live with me and Lin," said he.

"Cause I heard you say you were going to marry him," went on Billy. "And I seen him kiss you and you let

him that time we went away when you found out about mother. And you're not mad, and he's not, and

Jessamine's eyes were glistening, and she took him in her lap. She was not going to tell him that he was too

young this time. But whatever things she had shaped to say to the boy were never said.

Through the noise of the gale came the steadier sound of the train, and the girl rose quickly to preside over

her ticketoffice and duties behind the railing in the front room of the station. The boy ran to the window to

watch the great event of Separ's day. The locomotive loomed out from the yellow clots of drift, paused at the

watertank, and then with steam and humming came slowly on by the platform. Slowly its long dustchoked

train emerged trundling behind it, and ponderously halted. There was no one to go. No one came to buy a

ticket of Jessamine. The conductor looked in on business, but she had no telegraphic orders for him. The

express agent jumped off and looked in for pleasure. He received his daily smile and nod of friendly

discouragement. Then the light bundle of mail was flung inside the door. Separ had no mail to go out. As she

was picking up the letters young Billy passed her like a shadow, and fled out. Two passengers had descended

from the train, a man and a large woman. His clothes were loose and careless upon him. He held valises, and

stood uncertainly looking about him in the storm. Her firm, heavy body was closely dressed. In her hat was a

large, handsome feather. Along between the several cars brakemen leaned out, watched her, and grinned to

each other. But her big, hardshining blue eyes were fixed curiously upon the station where Jessamine was.

"I'll help it. If this hotel's the sty it used to be, I'll walk to Tommy's. I've not saw him since I left Bear Creek."

She stalked into the hotel, while the man went slowly to the station. He entered, and found Jessamine behind

"For the telegraphmender? Yes, sir. It came Tuesday. You're to find the polewagon at Drybone."

This news was good, and all that he wished to know. He could drive out and escape a night at the Hotel

Brunswick. But he lingered, because Jessamine spoke so pleasantly to him. He had heard of her also.

"I reckon so, sir." Jessamine glanced at the man, and he took himself out. Most men took themselves out if

"Then I needn't to walk to Tommy's," she said. "And we'll eat as we travel. But you'll wait till I'm through

"It was me told you who she was, James Lusk. You'll wait till I've been and asked her after Lin McLean's

"Sew yourself up, James Lusk. If it has been your idea I come with yus clear from Laramie to watch yus plant

telegraphpoles in the sagebrush, why you're off. I ain't heard much 'o Lin since the day he learned it was

you and not him that was my husband. And I've come back in this country to have a look at my old

friendsand" (she laughed loudly and nodded at the station) "my old friends' new friends!"

Jessamine, in the office, had finished her station duties and returned to her needle. She sat contemplating the

scorched sock of Billy's, and heard a heavy step at the threshold. She turned, and there was the large woman

with the feather quietly surveying her. The words which the stranger spoke then were usual enough for a

beginning. But there was something of threat in the strong animal countenance, something of laughter ready

to break out. Much beauty of its kind had evidently been in the face, and now, as substitute for what was

gone, was the brag look of assertion that it was still all there. Many stranded travellers knocked at Jessamine's

door, and now, as always, she offered the hospitalities of her neat abode, the only room in Separ fit for a

woman. As she spoke, and the guest surveyed and listened, the door blew shut with a crash.

"How you have grown!" the man was saying; and he smiled. "Come, shake hands. I did not think to see you

"Dare you to touch me!" Billy screamed. "No, I'll never come with you. Lin says I needn't to."

The man passed his hand across his forehead, and leaned against the wheel. "Lord, Lord!" he muttered.

Lin McLean, bachelor, sat out in front of his cabin, looking at a small bright pistol that lay in his hand. He

held it tenderly, cherishing it, and did not cease slowly to polish it. Revery filled his eyes, and in his whole

face was sadness unmasked, because only the animals were there to perceive his true feelings. Sunlight and

waving shadows moved together upon the green of his pasture, cattle and horses loitered in the opens by the

stream. Down Box Elder's course, its valley and goldenchimneyed bluffs widened away into the level and

the blue of the greater valley. Upstream the branches and shining, quiet leaves entered the mountains where

the rock chimneys narrowed to a gateway, a citadel of shafts and turrets, crimson and gold above the filmy

emerald of the trees. Through there the road went up from the cottonwoods into the cool quaking asps and

pines, and so across the range and away to Separ. Along the ridgepole of the new stable, two hundred yards

downstream, sat McLean's turkeys, and cocks and hens walked in front of him here by his cabin and fenced

garden. Slow smoke rose from the cabin's chimney into the air, in which were no sounds but the running

water and the afternoon chirp of birds. Amid this framework of a home the cowpuncher sat, lonely,

inattentive, polishing the treasured weapon as if it were not already long clean. His target stood some twenty

steps in front of hima small cottonwoodtree, its trunk chipped and honeycombed with bullets which he

had fired into it each day for memory's sake. Presently he lifted the pistol and looked at its namethe word

"I wonder," said he, aloud, "if she keeps the rust off mine?" Then he lifted it slowly to his lips and kissed the

The clank of wheels sounded on the road, and he put the pistol quickly down. Dreaminess vanished from his

face. He looked around alertly, but no one had seen him. The clanking was still among the trees a little

distance up Box Elder. It approached deliberately, while he watched for the vehicle to emerge upon the open

where his cabin stood; and then they came, a man and a woman. At sight of her Mr. McLean half rose, but sat

down again. Neither of them had noticed him, sitting as they were in silence and the drowsiness of a long

drive. The man was weakfaced, with good looks sallowed by dissipation, and a vanquished glance of the

eye. As the woman had stood on the platform at Separ, so she sat now, upright, bold, and massive. The brag

of past beauty was a habit settled upon her stolid features. Both sat inattentive to each other and to everything

around them. The wheels turned slowly and with a dry, dead noise, the reins bellied loosely to the shafts, the

horse's head hung low. So they drew close. Then the man saw McLean, and color came into his face and went

The cowpuncher noted how he tried to smile, and a freakish change crossed his own countenance. He

"Seem to be fixed nice here," continued the man. "Hadn't heard of it. Well, we'll be going along. Glad to have

"Can't stop, thank you. I expect we can last to Drybone." He twitched the reins.

McLean levelled a pistol at a chicken, and knocked off its head. "Better stay to supper," he suggested, very

The pistol cracked, and a second chicken shuffled in the dust. "Better stay to supper," drawled McLean.

"So yus need me!" she broke out. "Ain't got heart enough in yer playedout body to stand up to a man. We'll

Both men came forward. She descended, leaning heavily upon each, her blue staring eyes fixed upon the

"No, yus ain't changed," she said. "Same in your looks and same in your actions. Was you expecting you

Mrs. Lusk gave a hard high laugh. "I'll eat 'em. It's not I that cares. As for" She stopped. Her eye had fallen

upon the pistol and the name "Neighbor." "As for you," she continued to Mr. Lusk, "don't you be standing

He picked the chickens up, showed the woman to the best chair in his room, and went into his kitchen to cook

supper for three. He gave his guests no further attention, nor did either of them come in where he was, nor did

the husband rejoin the wife. He walked slowly up and down in the air, and she sat by herself in the room.

Lin's steps as he made ready round the stove and table, and Lusk's slow tread out in the setting sunlight, were

the only sounds about the cabin. When the host looked into the door of the next room to announce that his

meal was served, the woman sat in her chair no longer, but stood with her back to him by a shelf. She gave a

slight start at his summons, and replaced something. He saw that she had been examining "Neighbor," and his

face hardened suddenly to fierceness as he looked at her; but he repeated quietly that she had better come in.

Thus did the three sit down to their meal. Occasionally a word about handing some dish fell from one or other

of them, but nothing more, until Lusk took out his watch and mentioned the hour.

"I'm going," asserted Lusk. "Governor Barker may start out. I've got my interests to look after."

Lusk rose and looked at his wife. "It'll be ten now before we get to Drybone," said he. And he went down to

The woman sat still, pressing the crumbs of her bread. "I know you seen me," she said, without looking at

"I knowed it. And I seen how you looked at me." She sat twisting and pressing the crumb. Sometimes it was

round, sometimes it was a cube, now and then she flattened it to a disk. Mr. McLean seemed to have nothing

"If you claim that pistol is yourn," she said next, "I'll tell you I know better. If you ask me whose should it be

if not yourn, I would not have to guess the name. She has talked to me, and me to her."

She was still looking away from him at the breadcrumb, or she could have seen that McLean's hand was

"Oh yes, she was willing to talk to me!" The woman uttered another sudden laugh. "I knowed about herall.

Things get heard of in this world. Did not all about you and me come to her knowledge in its own good time,

and it done and gone how many years? My, my, my!" Her voice grew slow and absent. She stopped for a

moment, and then more rapidly resumed: "It had travelled around about you and her like it always will travel.

It was known how you had asked her, and how she had told you she would have you, and then told you she

would not when she learned about you and me. Folks that knowed yus and folks that never seen yus in their

lives had to have their word about her facing you down you had another wife, though she knowed the truth

about me being married to Lusk and him livin' the day you married me, and ten and twenty marriages could

not have tied you and me up, no matter how honest you swore to no hinderance. Folks said it was plain she

did not want yus. It give me a queer feelin' to see that girl. It give me a wish to tell her to her face that she did

"Yu' looked soso bad, Lin. I never seen yu' look so bad in old days. Wait, now, and I must tell it. I wished

to laugh in her face and say, 'What do you know about love?' So I walked in. Lin, she does love yus!"

"It's snug, the way she has it. 'Goodafternoon,' I says. 'Is this Miss Jessamine Buckner?'"

"And she spoke pleasant to mepleasant and gaylike. But a woman can tell sorrow in a woman's eyes. And

she asked me would I rest in her room there, and what was my name. 'They tell me you claim to know it

better than I do,' I says. 'They tell me you say it is Mrs. McLean.' She put her hand on her breast, and she

keeps lookin' at me without never speaking. 'Maybe I am not so welcome now,' I says. 'One minute,' says she.

"I never thought to sit down onced myself; I don't know why, but I kep' astanding, and I took in that room of

hers. She had flowers and things around there, and I seen your picture standing on the table, and I seen your

sixshooter right by itand, oh, Lin, hadn't I knowed your face before ever she did, and that gun you used to

let me shoot on Bear Creek? It took me that sudden! Why, it rushed over me so I spoke right out different

"'Why did you do it?' I says to her, while she was asitting. 'How could you act so, and you a woman?' She

just sat, and her sad eyes made me madder at the idea of her. 'You have had real sorrow,' says I, 'if they report

correct. You have knowed your share of death, and misery, and hard work, and all. Great God! ain't there

things enough that come to yus uncalled for and natural, but you must run around huntin' up more that was

leavin' yus alone and givin' yus a chance? I knowed him onced. I knowed your Lin McLean. And when that

was over, I knowed for the first time how men can be different.' I'm started, Lin, I'm started. Leave me go on,

and when I'm through I'll quit. 'Some of 'em, anyway,' I says to her, 'has hearts and selfrespect, and ain't

"'You know!' I says then. 'What is it that you know? Do you know that you have hurt a good man's heart? For

onced I hurt it myself, though different. And hurts in them kind of hearts stays. Some hearts is that luscious

and pasty you can stab 'em and it closes up so yu'd never suspicion the placebut Lin McLean! Nor yet don't

yus believe his is the kind that breaksif any kind does that. You may sit till the gray hairs, and you may

wall up your womanhood, but if a man has got manhood like him, he will never sit till the gray hairs. Grief

over losin' the best will not stop him from searchin' for a second best after a while. He wants a home, and he

has got a right to one,' says I to Miss Jessamine. 'You have not walled up Lin McLean,' I says to her. Wait,

Lin, wait. Yus needn't to tell me that's a lie. I know a man thinks he's walled up for a while."

"She did not. 'Let him get a home,' says she. 'I want him to be happy.' 'That flash in your eyes talks different,'

says I. 'Sure enough yus wants him to be happy. Sure enough. But not happy along with Miss Second Best.'

"And I goes on, for I was wound away up. 'And he will be happy, too,' I says. 'Miss Second Best will have a

talk with him about your picture and little "Neighbor," which he'll not send back to yus, because the hurt in

his heart is there. And he will keep 'em out of sight somewheres after his talk with Miss Second Best.' Lin,

Lin, I laughed at them words of mine, but I was that wound up I was strange to myself. And she watchin' me

that way! And I says to her: 'Miss Second Best will not be the crazy thing to think I am any wife of his

standing in her way. He will tell her about me. He will tell how onced he thought he was solid married to me

till Lusk came back; and she will drop me out of sight along with the rest that went nameless. They was not

uncomprehensible to you, was they? You have learned something by livin', I guess! And Linyour Lin, not

mine, nor never mine in heart for a day so deep as he's yourn right now he has been gaygay as any I've

knowed. Why, look at that face of his! Could a boy with a face like that help bein' gay? But that don't touch

what's the true Lin deep down. Nor will his deepdown love for you hinder him like it will hinder you. Don't

you know men and us is different when it comes to passion? We're all one thing then, but they ain't simple.

They keep along with lots of other things. I can't make yus know, and I guess it takes a woman like I have

been to learn their nature. But you did know he loved you, and you sent him away, and you'll be homeless in

"Lin, all the while I was talkin' all I knowed to her, without knowin' what I'd be sayin' next, for it come that

unexpected, she was lookin' at me with them steady eyes. And all she says when I quit was, 'If I saw him I

"Didn't she tell yu' she'd made me promise to keep away from seeing her?" asked the cowpuncher

"Keep it some more. Sit here rotting in your chair till she goes away. Maybe she's gone."

"What's that?" said Lin. But still she only laughed harshly. "I could be there by tomorrow night," he

murmured. Then his face softened. "She would never do such a thing!" he said, to himself.

He had forgotten the woman at the table. While she had told him matters that concerned him he had listened

eagerly. Now she was of no more interest than she had been before her story was begun. She looked at his

eyes as he sat thinking and dwelling upon his sweetheart. She looked at him, and a longing welled up into her

"You are the same, same Lin everyways," she said. "A woman is too many for you still, Lin!" she whispered.

The caress that filled her voice was plain. His look met hers as he sat quite still, his arms on the table. Then

"Lin, Lin, don't talk that brutal to me today. If yus knowed how near I come shooting myself with

"I knowed yus wanted to tear that pistol out of my hand because it was hern. But yus never did such things to

me, fer there's a gentleman in you somewheres, Lin. And yus didn't never hit me, not even when you come to

know me well. And when I seen you so unexpected again tonight, and you just the same old Lin, scaring

Lusk with shooting them chickens, so comic and splendid, I could 'a' just killed Lusk sittin' in the wagon.

"I can't hardly say," said the cowpuncher. "Only noticing him so turruble anxious to quit mewell, a man

"You always did, Lin. You was always a comical genius. Lin, them were good times."

"Lin, Lin, is it all over? You know yus loved me on Bear Creek. Say you did. Only say it was once that way."

And as he sat, she came and put her arms round his neck. For a moment he did not move, letting himself be

held; and then she kissed him. The plates crashed as he beat and struck her down upon the table. He was on

his feet, cursing himself. As he went out of the door, she lay where she had fallen beneath his fist, looking

McLean walked down Box Elder Creek through the trees toward the stable, where Lusk had gone to put the

horse in the wagon. Once he leaned his hand against a big cottonwood, and stood still with halfclosed

eyes. Then he continued on his way. "Lusk!" he called, presently, and in a few steps more, "Lusk!" Then, as

he came slowly out of the trees to meet the husband he began, with quiet evenness, "Your wife wants to

know" But he stopped. No husband was there. Wagon and horse were not there. The door was shut. The

bewildered cowpuncher looked up the stream where the road went, and he looked down. Out of the sky

where daylight and stars were faintly shining together sounded the long cries of the night hawks as they sped

and swooped to their hunting in the dusk. From among the trees by the stream floated a cooler air, and distant

and close by sounded the splashing water. About the meadow where Lin stood his horses fed, quietly

crunching. He went to the door, looked in, and shut it again. He walked to his shed and stood contemplating

his own wagon alone there. Then he lifted away a piece of trailing vine from the gate of the corral, while the

turkeys moved their heads and watched him from the roof. A rope was hanging from the corral, and seeing it,

he dropped the vine. He opened the corral gate, and walked quickly back into the middle of the field, where

the horses saw him and his rope, and scattered. But he ran and herded them, whirling the rope, and so drove

them into the corral, and flung his noose over two. He dragged two saddlesmen's saddles from the

stable, and next he was again at his cabin door with the horses saddled. She was sitting quite still by the table

where she had sat during the meal, nor did she speak or move when she saw him look in at the door.

"Lusk has gone," said he. "I don't know what he expected you would do, or I would do. But we will catch him

He made no more explanations to her, but went quickly about the cabin. Soon he had set it in order, the

dishes on their shelves, the table clean, the fire in the stove arranged; and all these movements she followed

with a sort of blank mechanical patience. He made a small bundle for his own journey, tied it behind his

saddle, brought her horse beside a stump. When at his sharp order she came out, he locked his cabin and hung

She stood looking where her husband had slunk off. Then she laughed. "It's about his size," she murmured.

Her old lover helped her in silence to mount into the man's saddlethis they had often done together in

former yearsand so they took their way down the silent road. They had not many miles to go, and after the

first two lay behind them, when the horses were limbered and had been put to a canter, they made time

quickly. They had soon passed out of the trees and pastures of Box Elder and came among the vast low

stretches of the greater valley. Not even by day was the river's course often discernible through the ridges and

cheating sameness of this wilderness; and beneath this halfdarkness of stars and a quarter moon the sage

"Did I understand that sheMiss Buckner, I meanmentioned she might be going away from Separ?"

"Don't you bother me, Lin McLean." Her laugh rang out, loud and forlorn one brief burst that startled the

horses and that must have sounded far across the sagebrush. "You men are rich," she said.

They rode on, side by side, and saying nothing after that. The Drybone road was a broad trail, a worn strip of

bareness going onward over the endless shelvings of the plain, visible even in this light; and presently,

moving upon its grayness on a hill in front of them, they made out the wagon. They hastened and overtook it.

"Put your carbine down," said McLean to Lusk. "It's not robbers. It's your wife I'm bringing you." He spoke

The husband addressed no word to the cowpuncher "Get in, then," he said to his wife.

"Town's not far now," said Lin. "Maybe you would prefer riding the balance of the way?"

"I'd" But the note of pity that she felt in McLean's question overcame her, and her utterance choked. She

From the narrows of the steep, sandy, weatherbeaten banks that the road slanted upward through for a while,

they came out again upon the immensity of the tableland. Here, abruptly like an ambush, was the whole

unsuspected river close below to their right, as if it had emerged from the earth. With a circling sweep from

somewhere out in the gloom it cut in close to the lofty mesa beneath tall cleangraded descents of sand,

smooth as a railroad embankment. As they paused on the level to breathe their horses, the wet gulp of its

eddies rose to them through the stillness. Upstream they could make out the light of the Drybone bridge, but

not the bridge itself; and two lights on the farther bank showed where stood the hogranch opposite Drybone.

They went on over the tableland and reached the next herald of the town, Drybone's chief historian, the

graveyard. Beneath its slanting headboards and windshifted sand lay many more people than lived in

Drybone. They passed by the fence of this shelterless acre on the hill, and shoutings and high music began to

reach them. At the foot of the hill they saw the sparse lights and shapes of the town where ended the gray

strip of road. The many soundsfeet, voices, and musicgrew clearer, unravelling from their muffled

"I'm telling you to hurry," she repeated. "My new dress is in that wagon. There'll be folks to welcome me

She put her horse to a gallop down the broad road toward the music and the older friends. The husband spoke

to his horse, cleared his throat and spoke louder, cleared his throat again and this time his sullen voice

carried, and the animal started. So Lusk went ahead of Lin McLean, following his wife with the new dress at

as good a pace as he might. If he did not want her company, perhaps to be alone with the cowpuncher was

"It ain't only her he's stopped caring for," mused Lin, as he rode slowly along. "He don't care for himself any

Today, Drybone has altogether returned to the dust. Even in that day its hour could have been heard

beginning to sound, but its inhabitants were rather deaf. Gamblers, saloonkeepers, murderers, outlaws male

and female, all were so busy with their cards, their lovers, and their bottles as to make the place seem young

Drybone had known a wholesome adventurous youth, where manly lives and deaths were plenty. It had been

an army post. It had seen horse and foot, and heard the trumpet. Brave wives had kept house for their captains

upon its bluffs. Winter and summer they had made the best of it. When the War Department ordered the

captains to catch Indians, the wives bade them Godspeed. When the Interior Department ordered the captains

to let the Indians go again, still they made the best of it. You must not waste Indians. Indians were a source of

revenue to so many people in Washington and elsewhere. But the process of catching Indians, armed with

weapons sold them by friends of the Interior Department, was not entirely harmless. Therefore there came to

be graves in the Drybone graveyard. The pale weatherwashed headboards told all about it: "Sacred to the

memory of Private SoandSo, killed on the Dry Cheyenne, May 6, 1875." Or it would be, "Mrs.

SoandSo, found scalped on Sage Creek." But even the financiers at Washington could not wholly preserve

the Indian in Drybone's neighborhood. As the cattle by ten thousands came treading with the next step of

civilization into this huge domain, the soldiers were taken away. Some of them went West to fight more

Indians in Idaho, Oregon, or Arizona. The battles of the others being done, they went East in better coffins to

sleep where their mothers or their comrades wanted them. Though wind and rain wrought changes upon the

hill, the readymade graves and boxes which these soldiers left behind proved heirlooms as serviceable in

their way as were the tenements that the living had bequeathed to Drybone. Into these empty barracks came

to dwell and do business every joy that made the cowpuncher's holiday, and every hunted person who was

baffling the sheriff. For the sheriff must stop outside the line of Drybone, as shall presently be made clear.

The captain's quarters were a saloon now; professional cards were going in the adjutant's office night and

day; and the commissary building made a good dancehall and hotel. Instead of guardmounting, you would

see a horserace on the paradeground, and there was no provostsergeant to gather up the broken bottles

and old boots. Heaps of these choked the rusty fountain. In the tufts of yellow, ragged grass that dotted the

place plentifully were lodged many aces and queens and tenspots, which the Drybone wind had blown wide

from the doors out of which they had been thrown when a new pack was called for inside. Among the grass

tufts would lie visitors who had applied for beds too late at the dancehall, frankly sleeping their whiskey off

Above, on the hill, the graveyard quietly chronicled this new epoch of Drybone. Soandso was seldom

killed very far out of town, and of course scalping had disappeared. "Sacred to the memory of Fourace

Johnston, accidently shot, Sep. 4, 1885." Perhaps one is still there unaltered: "Sacred to the memory of Mrs.

Ryan's babe. Aged two months." This unique corpse had succeeded in dying with its boots off.

But a succession of graves was not always needed to read the changing tale of the place, and how people died

there; one grave would often be enough. The soldiers, of course, had kept treeless Drybone supplied with

wood. But in these latter days wood was very scarce. None grew nearer than twenty or thirty milesnone,

that is, to make boards of a sufficient width for epitaphs. And twenty miles was naturally far to go to hew a

board for a man of whom you knew perhaps nothing but what he said his name was, and to whom you owed

nothing, perhaps, but a trifling poker debt. Hence it came to pass that headboards grew into a sort of

directory. They were light to lift from one place to another. A single coat of white paint would wipe out the

first tenant's name sufficiently to paint over it the next comer's. By this thrifty habit the original boards

belonging to the soldiers could go round, keeping pace with the new civilian population; and though at first

sight you might be puzzled by the layers of names still visible beneath the white paint, you could be sure that

So there on the hill lay the graveyard, steadily writing Drybone's history, and making that history lay the

town at the bottomone thin line of houses framing three sides of the old parade ground. In these slowly

rotting shells people rioted, believing the golden age was here, the age when everybody should have money

and nobody should be arrested. For Drybone soil, you see, was still government soil, not yet handed over to

Wyoming; and only government could arrest there, and only for government crimes. But government had

gone, and seldom worried Drybone! The spot was a postagestamp of sanctuary pasted in the middle of

Wyoming's big map, a paradise for the Fourace Johnstons. Only, you must not steal a horse. That was really

wicked, and brought you instantly to the notice of Drybone's one officialthe coroner! For they did keep a

coronerJudge Slaghammer. He was perfectly illegal, and lived next door in Albany County. But that

county paid fees and mileage to keep tally of Drybone's casualties. His wife owned the dancehall, and

between their industries they made out a living. And all the citizens made out a living. The happy

cowpunchers on ranches far and near still earned and instantly spent the high wages still paid them. With

their bodies full of youth and their pockets full of gold, they rode into town by twenties, by fifties, and out

again next morning, penniless always and happy. And then the Fourace Johnstons would sit cardplaying

Tonight the innocents had certainly come to town, and Drybone was furnishing to them all its joys. Their

many horses stood tied at every post and cornerpatient, experienced cowponies, well knowing it was an

allnight affair. The talk and laughter of the riders was in the saloons; they leaned joking over the bars, they

sat behind their cards at the tables, they strolled to the posttrader's to buy presents for their easy sweethearts

their boots were keeping audible time with the fiddle at Mrs. Slaghammer's. From the multitude and vigor of

the sounds there, the dance was being done regularly. "Regularly" meant that upon the conclusion of each set

the gentleman led his lady to the bar and invited her to choose and it was also regular that the lady should

Lin McLean's horse took him across the square without guiding from the cowpuncher, who sat absently

with his hands folded upon the horn of his saddle. This horse, too, was patient and experienced, and could not

know what remote thoughts filled his master's mind. He looked around to see why his master did not get off

lightly, as he had done during so many gallant years, and hasten in to the conviviality. But the lonely

"Toothpick Kid is here," said he, "and Limber Jim, and the Doughie. You'd think he'd stay away after the

McLean eagerly turned. For the moment his face lighted from its sombreness. "I'd forgot you'd be here," said

"Go home!" repeated the Governor of Wyoming, shaking his ancient friend's hand. "You in Drybone

"Yu' seem to be on hand yourself," said the cowpuncher, bracing to be jocular, if he could.

"Me! I've gone fishing. Don't you read the papers? If we poor governors can't lock up the State House and

"Why, yes! we've met here before, you and I." His Excellency the Hon. Amory W. Barker, M.D., stood

laughing, familiar and genial, his sound white teeth shining. But behind his round spectacles he scrutinized

McLean. For in this second handshaking was a fervor that seemed a grasp, a reaching out, for comfort.

Barker had passed through Separ. Though an older acquaintance than Billy, he had asked Jessamine fewer

and different questions. But he knew what he knew. "Well, Drybone's the same old Drybone," said he.

"Pooh! I said you'd never get over it." And his Excellency beamed with professional pride. In his doctor days

Barker had set the boy McLean's leg; and before it was properly knit the boy had escaped from the hospital to

revel loose in Drybone on such another night as this. Soon he had been carried back, with the fracture split

"It shows, does it?" said Lin. "Well, it don't usually. Not except when I'mwhen I'm"

Beneath their dauntless sparkle was something that touched the Governor's good heart. "I've got some

whiskey along on the tripEastern whiskey," said he. "Come over to my room awhile."

"I used to sleep all night onced," said McLean, as they went. "Then I come to know different. But I'd never

have believed just mere thoughts could make yu'make yu' feel like the steam was only half on. I eat, yu'

know!" he stated, suddenly. "And I expect one or two in camp lately have not found my muscle lacking. Feel

Across from the dancehall the whining of the fiddle came, high and gay; feet blurred the talk of voices, and

voices rose above the trampling of feet. Here and there some lurking form stumbled through the dark among

the rubbish; and clearest sound of all, the light crack of billiard balls reached dry and far into the night Barker

contemplated the stars and calm splendid dimness of the plain. "'Though every prospect pleases, and only

"It's awful true, though, Doc. I'm vile myself. Yu' don't know. Why, I didn't know!"

And then they sat down to confidences and whiskey; for so long as the world goes round a man must talk to a

man sometimes, and both must drink over it. The cowpuncher unburdened himself to the Governor; and the

Governor filled up his friend's glass with the Eastern whiskey, and nodded his spectacles, and listened, and

advised, and said he should have done the same, and like the good Governor that he was, never remembered

he was Governor at all with political friends here who had begged a word or two. He became just Dr. Barker

again, the young hospital surgeon (the hospital that now stood a ruin), and Lin was again his patientLin,

the sunburnt freelance of nineteen, reckless, engaging, disobedient, his leg broken and his heart light, with

no Jessamine or conscience to rob his salt of its savor. While he now told his troubles, the quadrilles fiddled

"Nobody has told you about this, I expect," said the lover. He brought forth the little pistol, "Neighbor." He

did not hand it across to Barker, but walked over to Barker's chair, and stood holding it for the doctor to see.

When Barker reached for it to see better, since it was half hidden in the cowpuncher's big hand, Lin yielded

it to him, but still stood and soon drew it back. "I take it around," he said, "and when one of those stories

comes along, like there's plenty of, that she wants to get rid of me, I just kind o' take a look at 'Neighbor'

when I'm off where it's handy, and it busts the story right out of my mind. I have to tell you what a fool I am."

"But, Doc, my courage has quit me. They see what I'm thinking about just like I was a tenderfoot trying his

first bluff. I can't stick it out no more, and I'm going to see her, come what will.

I've got to. I'm going to ride right up to her window and shoot off 'Neighbor,' and if she don't come out I'll

A knocking came at the Governor's room, and Judge Slaghammer entered. "Not been to our dance,

The Governor thought that perhaps he was tired, that perhaps this evening he must forego the pleasure.

"It may be wiser. In your position it may be advisable," said the coroner. "They're getting on rollers over

there. We do not like trouble in Drybone, but trouble comes to usas everywhere."

"Well, Governor, you know how it is. Our boys are as bighearted as any in this bighearted Western

country. You know, Governor. Those generous, warmblooded spirits are ever ready for anything."

The coroner shot a shrewd eye at Wyoming's chief executive. It was not politically harmonious to be

reminded that but for his wife's liquor a number of fine young men, with nothing save youth untrained and

health the matter with them, would today be riding their horses instead of sleeping on the hill. But the

coroner wanted support in the next campaign. "Boys will be boys," said he. "They ain't pulled any guns

tonight. But I come away, though. Some of 'em's making up pretty free to Mrs. Lusk. It ain't suitable for me

to see too much. Lusk says he's after you," he mentioned incidentally to Lin. "He's fillin' up, and says he's

after you." McLean nodded placidly, and with scant politeness. He wished this visitor would go. But Judge

Slaghammer had noticed the whiskey. He filled himself a glass. "Governor, it has my compliments," said he.

"Good boys, good boys!" The judge blew importantly, and waved his arm. "Bullwhackers, cowpunchers,

muleskinners, tinhorns. All spending generous. Governor, once more! Ambrosier. Honeydoo." He settled

"Separ!" exclaimed Slaghammer, rousing slightly. "Oh, stay with us, stay with us." He closed his eyes again,

Forthwith the friends left the coroner quiet beside his glass, and walked toward the horses through Drybone's

gaping quadrangle. The dead ruins loomed among the lights of the cardhalls, and always the keen jockey

cadences of the fiddle sang across the night. But a calling and confusion were set up, and the tune broke off.

"Just like old times!" said his Excellency. "Where's the dumppile!" It was where it should be, close by, and

the two stepped behind it to be screened from wandering bullets. "A man don't forget his habits," declared the

"Sounds like my name," said Barker. They listened. "Oh yes. Of course. That's it. They're shouting for the

As they waited, no shots came; but still the fiddle was silent, and the murmur of many voices grew in the

They left their dumphill and proceeded over to the dance. The musician sat high and solitary upon two

starchboxes, fiddle on knee, staring and waiting. Half the floor was bare; on the other half the revellers were

densely clotted. At the crowd's outer rim the young horsemen, flushed and swaying, retained their gaudy

dance partners strongly by the waist, to be ready when the music should resume. "What is it?" they asked.

"Who is it?" And they looked in across heads and shoulders, inattentive to the caresses which the partners

Mrs. Lusk was who it was, and she had taken poison here in their midst, after many dances and drinks.

"Here's Doc!" chorused the young blood that had come into this country since his day. And the throng caught

In a moment McLean and Barker were sundered from each other in this flood. Barker, sucked in toward the

centre but often eddied back by those who meant to help him, heard the mixed explanations pass his ear

unfinishedversions, contradictions, a score of facts. It had been wolfpoison. It had been "Rough on Rats."

It had been something in a bottle. There was little steering in this clamorous sea; but Barker reached his

patient, where she sat in her new dress, hailing him with wild inebriate gayety.

"He must get her to her room," went the word. "Leave Doc get her to her room." And they tangled in their

"Give us 'Buffalo Girls!'" shouted Mrs. Lusk.... "'Buffalo Girls,' you fiddler!"

"'Buffalo Girls,' I tell yus. Ho! There's no sense looking at that bottle, Doc. Take yer dance while there's

They took her from her chair, and she fought, a big pink mass of ribbons, fluttering and wrenching itself

"She has six ounces of laudanum in her," Barker told them at the top of his voice. "It won't wait all night."

"I'm a whirlwind!" said Mrs. Lusk. "That's my game! And you done your share," she cried to the fiddler.

She flung out her hand, and from it fell notes and coins, rolling and ringing around the starch boxes. Some

dragged her on, while some fiercely forbade the musician to touch the money, because it was hers, and she

would want it when she came to. Thus they gathered it up for her. But now she had sunk down, asking in a

new voice where was Lin McLean. And when one grinning intimate reminded her that Lusk had gone to

shoot him, she laughed out richly, and the crowd joined her mirth. But even in the midst of the joke she asked

again in the same voice where was Lin McLean. He came beside her among more jokes. He had kept himself

near, and now at sight of him she reached out and held him. "Tell them to leave me go to sleep, Lin," said

Barker saw a chance. "Persuade her to come along," said he to McLean. "Minutes are counting now."

"Oh, I'll come," she said, with a laugh, overhearing him, and holding still to Lin.

The rest of the old friends nudged each other. "Back seats for us," they said. "But we've had our turn in front

ones." Then, thinking they would be useful in encouraging her to walk, they clustered again, rendering Barker

and McLean once more wellnigh helpless. Clumsily the escort made its slow way across the quadrangle,

cautioning itself about stones and holes. Thus, presently, she was brought into the room. The escort set her

down, crowding the little place as thick as it would hold; the rest gathered thick at the door, and all of them

Barker surveyed them. "Give the doctor a show now, boys," said he. "You've done it all so far. Don't crowd

At the argument of fairplay, obedience swept over them like a veering of wind. "Don't crowd his elbows,"

they began to say at once, and told each other to come away. "We'll sure give the Doc room. You don't want

to be shovin' your auger in, Chalkeye. You want to get yourself pretty near absent." The room thinned of

them forthwith. "Fix her up good, Doc," they said, over their shoulders. They shuffled across the threshold

and porch with roundabout schemes to tread quietly. When one or other stumbled on the steps and fell, he

was jerked to his feet. "You want to tame yourself," was the word. Then, suddenly, Chalkeye and Toothpick

Kid came precipitately back. "Her cash," they said. And leaving the notes and coins, they hastened to catch

"Him!" cried Mrs. Lusk, flashing alert again. "Jessamine wants him about now, I guess. Don't keep him from

his girl!" And she laughed her hard, rich laugh, looking from one to the other. "Not the two of yus can't save

me," she stated, defiantly. But even in these last words a sort of thickness sounded.

"Walk her up and down," said Barker. "Keep her moving. I'll look what I can find. Keep her moving brisk."

At once he was out of the door; and before his running steps had died away, the fiddle had taken up its tune

Her head was full of the music. Forgetting all but that, she went with him easily, and the two made their first

turns around the room. Whenever he brought her near the entrance, she leaned away from him toward the

open door, where the old fiddle tune was coming in from the dark. But presently she noticed that she was

"Do you think so?" said she, laughing. But she found that she must go with him. Thus they took a few more

"You're hurting me," she said next. Then a look of drowsy cunning filled her eyes, and she fixed them upon

McLean's dogged face. "He's gone, Lin," she murmured, raising her hand where Barker had disappeared.

She knew McLean had heard her, and she held back on the quickened pace that he had set.

"Just the floor," she pleaded again. "Just one minute on the floor. He'll think you could not keep me lifted."

Still McLean made no answer, but steadily led her round and round, as he had undertaken.

"He's playing out!" she exclaimed. "You'll be played out soon." She laughed herself halfawake. The man

drew a breath, and she laughed more to feel his hand and arm strain to surmount her increasing resistance.

"Jessamine!" she whispered to him. "Jessamine! Doc'll never suspicion you, Lin."

"It's sense I'm talking. Leave me go to sleep. Ah, ah, I'm going! I'll go; you can't"

"Oh yes, walk! What can you and all your muscleAh, walk me to glory, then, craziness! I'm going; I'll go.

I'm quitting this outfit for keeps. Lin, you're awful handsome tonight! I'll betI'll bet she has never seen

He grasped her savagely. "First! You and twenty of yu' don'tGod!! what do I talk to her for?"

"BecausebecauseI'm going; I'll go. He slung me offbut he had to slingyou can't stop

Her head was rolling, while the lips smiled. Her words came through deeper and deeper veils, fearless,

defiant, a challenge inarticulate, a continuous mutter. Again he looked at the door as he struggled to move

with her dragging weight. The drops rolled on his forehead and neck, his shirt was wet, his hands slipped

upon her ribbons. Suddenly the drugged body folded and sank with him, pulling him to his knees. While he

took breath so, the mutter went on, and through the door came the jigging fiddle. A fire of desperation lighted

in his eyes. "Buffalo Girls!" he shouted, hoarsely, in her ear, and got once more on his feet with her as though

they were two partners in a quadrille. Still shouting her to wake, he struck a tottering sort of step, and so, with

Feet stumbled across the porch, and Lusk was in the room. "So I've got you!" he said. He had no weapon, but

made a dive under the bed and came up with a carbine. The two men locked, wrenching impotently, and fell

together. The carbine's loud shot rang in the room, but did no harm; and McLean lay sick and panting upon

"Thank God!" said he, and flung Lusk's pistol down. The man, deranged and encouraged by drink, had come

across the doctor, delayed him, threatened him with his pistol, and when he had torn it away, had left him

suddenly and vanished. But Barker had feared, and come after him here. He glanced at the woman

slumbering motionless beside the two men. The husband's brief courage had gone, and he lay beneath

"Lin, boy, you're not hurt?" he asked, affectionately, and lifted the cowpuncher.

"No," answered the cowpuncher, slowly. "I guess not." He looked about the room and at the door. "I got

Barker looked at the woman and then at the husband. "I'll not say there was much chance for her," he said.

"Nobody cares for me!" repeated the man. "He has learned my boy to scorn me." He ran out aimlessly, and

But the cowpuncher, seeing him begin to lift her toward the bed without help, tried to rise. His strength was

not sufficiently come back, and he sank as he had been. "I guess I don't amount to much," said he. "I feel like

"Well, I'm something," said Barker, coming back to his friend, out of breath. "And I know what she weighs."

The cowpuncher's eyes slowly travelled over his body, and then sought Barker's face. "Doc," said he, "ain't I

"I know I've racketed some, but ain't it ruther early?" pursued McLean, wistfully.

Lin stared at itthe fingers quivering and bloody, and the skin grooved raw between them. That was the

buckle of her belt, which in the struggle had worked round and been held by him unknowingly. Both his

wrists and his shirt were ribbed with the pink of her sashes. He looked over at the bed where lay the woman

heavily breathing. It was a something, a sound, not like the breath of life; and Barker saw the cowpuncher

"She is strong," he said. "Her system will fight to the end. Two hours yet, maybe. Queer world!" he

moralized. "People half killing themselves to keep one in it who wanted to goand one that nobody wanted

McLean did not hear. He was musing, his eyes fixed absently in front of him. "I would not want," he said,

with hesitating utterance"I'd not wish for even my enemy to have a thing like what I've had to do

"Trust!" broke in the cowpuncher. "Why, Doc, it is the best turn yu' ever done me. I know I am a man

I've known you were a man since I knew you!" said the hearty Governor. And he helped the still unsteady

sixfoot to a chair. "As for your nerve, I'll bring you some whiskey now. And after"he glanced at the

"Yes, Doc, I'll go there, I know. But don't yu'don't let's while she's I'm going to be glad about this, Doc,

At the sight of a newcomer in the door, he stopped in what his soul was stammering to say. "What do you

"I understand," repeated Slaghammer, more official than ever, "that there was a case for the coroner."

"You'll be notified," put in McLean again. "Meanwhile you'll talk quiet in this room."

The coroner shot one of his shrewd glances at the cowpuncher, and sat down with an amiable countenance.

"Under the apprehension that it had already occurredthe misapprehensionI took steps to impanel a jury,"

said he, addressing both Barker and McLean. "They areahwaiting outside. Responsible men, Governor,

and have sat before. Drybone has few responsible men tonight, but I procured these at a little game where

they wereahlosing. You may go back, gentlemen," said he, going to the door. "I will summon you in

"That's enough, Judge," said McLean. "There's too many here without adding him."

"Because I was thinking," said the man "I was justYou see, us jury is dry and dead broke. Doggonedest

cards I've held this year, andJudge, would there be anything out of the way in me touching my fee in

"I see none, my friend," said Slaghammer, benevolently, "since it must be." He shook his head and nodded it

by turns. Then, with fullblown importance, he sat again, and wrote a paper, his coroner's certificate. Next

door, in Albany County, these vouchers brought their face value of five dollars to the holder; but on

Drybone's neutral soil the saloons would always pay four for them, and it was rare that any juryman could

withstand the temptation of four immediate dollars. This one gratefully received his paper, and, cherishing it

like a bird in the hand, he with his colleagues bore it where they might wait for duty and slake their thirst.

In the silent room sat Lin McLean, his body coming to life more readily than his shaken spirit. Barker, seeing

that the cowpuncher meant to watch until the end, brought the whiskey to him. Slaghammer drew

documents from his pocket to fill the time, but was soon in slumber over them. In all precincts of the

quadrangle Drybone was keeping it up late. The fiddle, the occasional shouts, and the crack of the

billiardballs travelled clear and far through the vast darkness outside. Presently steps unsteadily drew near,

and round the corner of the door a voice, plaintive and diffident, said, "Judge, ain't she most pretty near

The man appeared round the doora handsome, dishevelled fellowwith hat in hand, balancing himself

with respectful anxiety. Thus was a second voucher made out, and the messenger strayed back happy to his

friends. Barker and McLean sat wakeful, and Slaghammer fell at once to napping. From time to time he was

roused by new messengers, each arriving more unsteady than the last, until every juryman had got his fee and

no more messengers came. The coroner slept undisturbed in his chair. McLean and Barker sat. On the bed the

mass, with its pink ribbons, breathed and breathed, while moths flew round the lamp, tapping and falling with

light sounds. So did the heart of the darkness wear itself away, and through the stonecold air the dawn

"Judge," said Barker, quietly, "you may call them now." And with careful steps the judge got himself out of

For a short while the cowpuncher stood looking down upon the woman. She lay lumped inher gaudiness,

the ribbons darkly stained by the laudanum; but into the stolid, bold features death had called up the

faintcolored ghost of youth, and McLean remembered all his Bear Creek days. "Hind sight is a turruble

But the jury needed no witness. Their long waiting and the advance pay had been too much for these

responsible men. Like brothers they had shared each others' vouchers until responsibility had melted from

their brains and the whiskey was finished. Then, no longer entertained and growing weary of Drybone, they

had remembered nothing but their distant beds. Each had mounted his pony, holding trustingly to the saddle,

and thus, unguided, the experienced ponies had taken them right. Across the wide sagebrush and up and

down the river they were now asleep or riding, dispersed irrevocably. But the coroner was here. He duly

received Barker's testimony, brought his verdict in, and signed it, and even while he was issuing to himself

his own proper voucher for ten dollars came Chalkeye and Toothpick Kid on their ponies, galloping, eager in

their hopes and good wishes for Mrs. Lusk. Life ran strong in them both. The night had gone well with them.

They sat still in their saddles, and upon their reckless, kindly faces thought paused for a moment. "Her gone!"

they murmured. "Hard to get used to the idea. What's anybody doing about the coffin?"

"Lusk! He'll not know anything this forenoon. He's out there in the grass. She didn't think nothing of him.

Tell Billnot Dollar Bill, Jerky Bill, yu' know; he's over the bridgeto fix up a hearse, and we'll be back."

The two drove their spurs in with vigorous heels, and instantly were gone rushing up the road to the

The fiddle had lately ceased, and no dancers stayed any longer in the hall. Eastward the rose and gold began

to flow down upon the plain over the tops of the distant hills. Of the revellers, many had never gone to bed,

and many now were already risen from their excesses to revive in the cool glory of the morning. Some were

drinking to stay their hunger until breakfast; some splashed and sported in the river, calling and joking; and

across the river some were holding horseraces upon the level beyond the hogranch. Drybone air rang with

them. Their lusty, wandering shouts broke out in gusts of hilarity. Their pistols, aimed at cans or prairie dogs

or anything, cracked as they galloped at large. Their speeding, clearcut forms would shine upon the bluffs,

and, descending, merge in the dust their horses had raised. Yet all this was nothing in the vastness of the

Beyond their voices the rim of the sun moved above the violet hills, and Drybone, amid the quiet, long, new

Down along the tall, bare slant from the graveyard the two horsemen were riding back. They could be seen

across the river, and the horseracers grew curious. As more and more watched, the crowd began to speak. It

was a calf the two were bringing. It was too small for a calf. It was dead. It was a coyote they had roped. See

At that the event of last night drifted across their memories, and they wheeled and spurred their ponies. Their

crowding hoofs on the bridge brought the swimmers from the waters below and, dressing, they climbed

quickly to the plain and followed the gathering. By the door already were Jerky Bill and Limber Jim and the

Doughie and always more, dashing up with their ponies; halting with a sharp scatter of gravel to hear and

comment. Barker was gone, but the important coroner told his news. And it amazed each comer, and set him

speaking and remembering past things with the others. "Dead!" each one began. "Her, does he say?"

Jack Saunders claimed she had rode to Box Elder with Lin McLean. "Dead? Why, pshaw!"

They were arriving from their search among the old dugup graves on the hill. Now they descended from

their ponies, with the box roped and rattling between them. "Where's your hearse, Jerky?" asked Chalkeye.

"Have her round in a minute," said the cowboy, and galloped away with three or four others

"Turruble lonesome coffin, all the same," repeated the Doughie. And they surveyed the box that had once

While some six of them, with Chalkeye, bore the light, halfrotted coffin into the room, many followed

Toothpick Kid to the posttrader's store. Breaking in here, they found men sleeping on the counters. These

had been able to find no other beds in Drybone, and lay as they had stretched themselves on entering. They

sprawled in heavy slumber, some with not even their hats taken off and some with their boots against the

rough hair of the next one. They were quickly pushed together, few waking, and so there was space for

spreading cloth and chintz. Stuffs were unrolled and flung aside till many folds and colors draped the

motionless sleepers, and at length a choice was made. Unmeasured yards of this drab chintz were ripped off,

money treble its worth was thumped upon the counter, and they returned, bearing it like a streamer to the

coffin. While the noise of their hammers filled the room, the hearse came tottering to the door, pulled and

pushed by twenty men. It was an ambulance left behind by the soldiers, and of the oldfashioned shape,

concave in body, its top blown away in winds of long ago; and as they revolved, its wheels dished in and out

like hoops about to fall. While some made a harness from ropes, and throwing the saddles off two ponies

backed them to the vehicle, the body was put in the coffin, now covered by the chintz. But the laudanum

upon the front of her dress revolted those who remembered their holidays with her, and turning the woman

upon her face, they looked their last upon her flashing, colored ribbons, and nailed the lid down. So they

carried her out, but the concave body of the hearse was too short for the coffin; the end reached out, and it

might have fallen. But Limber Jim, taking the reins, sat upon the other end, waiting and smoking. For all

Drybone was making ready to follow in some way. They had sought the husband, the chief mourner. He,

however, still lay in the grass of the quadrangle, and despising him as she had done, they left him to wake

when he should choose. Those men who could sit in their saddles rode escort, the old friends nearest, and

four held the heads of the frightened cowponies who were to draw the hearse. They had never known

harness before, and they plunged with the men who held them. Behind the hearse the women followed in a

large ranchwagon, this moment arrived in town. Two mares drew this, and their foals gambolled around

them. The great flattopped dray for hauling poles came last, with its four government mules. The cowboys

had caught sight of it and captured it. Rushing to the posttrader's, they carried the sleeping men from the

counter and laid them on the dray. Then, searching Drybone outside and in for any more incapable of

Limber Jim called for another drink and, with his cigar between his teeth, cracked his long bullwhacker

whip. The ponies, terrified, sprang away, scattering the men that held them, and the swaying hearse leaped

past the husband, over the stones and the many playingcards in the grass. Masterfully steered, it came safe

to an open level, while the throng cheered the unmoved driver on his coffin, his cigar between his teeth.

A steep ditch lay across the flat where he was veering, abrupt and nearly hidden; but his eye caught the

danger in time, and swinging from it leftward so that two wheels of the leaning coach were in the air, he

faced the open again, safe, as the rescue swooped down upon him. The horsemen came at the ditch, a body of

daring, a sultry blast of youth. Wheeling at the brink, they turned, whirling their long ropes. The skilful

nooses flew, and the ponies, caught by the neck and foot, were dragged back to the quadrangle and held in

line. So the pageant started the wild ponies quivering but subdued by the tightened ropes, and the coffin

steady in the ambulance beneath the driver. The escort, in their fringed leather and broad hats, moved slowly

beside and behind it, many of them swaying, their faces full of health, and the sun and the strong drink. The

women followed, whispering a little; and behind them the slow dray jolted, with its heaps of men waking

from the depths of their whiskey and asking what this was. So they went up the hill. When the riders reached

the tilted gate of the graveyard, they sprang off and scattered among the hillocks, stumbling and eager. They

nodded to Barker and McLean, quietly waiting there, and began choosing among the open, weatherdrifted

graves from which the soldiers had been taken. Their figures went up and down the uneven ridges, calling

The sandhills became clamorous with voices until they arrived at a choice, when some one with a spade

quickly squared the rainwashed opening. With lariats looping the coffin round, they brought it and were

about to lower it, when Chalkeye, too near the edge, fell in, and one end of the box rested upon him. He could

McLean spoke to Barker. "I'd like to stop this," said he, "but a man might as well"

"Yes, Doc. But it feelsit feels like I was looking at ten dozen Lin McLeans." And seeing them still helpless

"I think," said Slaghammer, stepping forward, "this should proceed no further without someperhaps some

Foreheads were knotted; triad mutterings ran among them; but some one remembered a prayer book in one of

the rooms in Drybone, and the notion was hailed. Four mounted, and raced to bring it. They went down the

hill in a flowing knot, shirts ballooning and elbows flapping, and so returned. But the book was beyond them.

"Take it, you; you take it," each one said. False beginnings were made, big thumbs pushed the pages back and

forth, until impatience conquered them. They left the book and lowered the coffin, helped again by McLean.

The weight sank slowly, decently, steadily, down between the banks. The sound that it struck the bottom with

was a slight sound, the grating of the load upon the solid sand; and a little sand strewed from the edge and fell

on the box at the same moment. The rattle came up from below, compact and brief, a single jar, quietly

smiting through the crowd, smiting it to silence. One removed his hat, and then another, and then all. They

stood eying each his neighbor, and shifting their eyes, looked away at the great valley. Then they filled in the

grave, brought a headboard from a grave near by, and wrote the name and date upon it by scratching with a

When the song was ended, they left the graveyard quietly and went down the hill. The morning was growing

warm. Their work waited them across many sunny miles of range and plain. Soon their voices and themselves

had emptied away into the splendid vastness and silence, and they were gone ready with all their might to

live or to die, to be animals or heroes, as the hours might bring them opportunity. In Drybone's deserted

quadrangle the sun shone down upon Lusk still sleeping, and the wind shook the aces and kings in the grass.

Over at Separ, Jessamine Buckner had no more stockings of Billy's to mend, and much time for thinking and

a change of mind. The day after that strange visit, when she had been told that she had hurt a good man's

heart without reason, she took up her work; and while her hands despatched it her thoughts already accused

her. Could she have seen that visitor now, she would have thanked her. She looked at the photograph on her

table. "Why did he go away so quickly?" she sighed. But when young Billy returned to his questions she was

buoyant again, and more than a match for him. He reached the forbidden twelfth time of asking why Lin

McLean did not come back and marry her. Nor did she punish him as she had threatened. She looked at him

"Billy, I'll tell you just why it is," said she. "Lin thinks I'm not a real girl."

"Aah," went the boy, entirely angry. "Anybody can tell you're a girl." And he marched out, mystified, and

Today, two miles out in the sagebrush by himself, he was shooting jackrabbits, but began suddenly to run

in toward Separ. A horseman had passed him, and he had loudly called; but the rider rode on, intent upon the

little distant station. Man and horse were soon far ahead of the boy, and the man came into town galloping.

No need to fire the little pistol by her window, as he had once thought to do! She was outside before he could

leap to the ground. And as he held her, she could only laugh, and cry, and say "Forgive me! Oh, why have

you been so long?" She took him back to the room where his picture was, and made him sit, and sat herself

close. "What is it?" she asked him. For through the love she read something else in his serious face. So then

he told her how nothing was wrong; and as she listened to all that he had to tell, she, too, grew serious, and

As they sat so, happy with deepening happiness, but not gay yet, young Billy burst open the door. "There!" he

Thus did Billy also have his wish. For had he not told Jessamine that he liked her, and urged her to come and

live with him and Lin? That cabin on Box Elder became a home in truth, with a woman inside taking the only

care of Mr. McLean that he had known since his childhood: though singularly enough he has an impression