Part 34 (1/2)

”Yes, beyond my reach. I thought that for once in my life I would act the part of a very natural man, but it has been denied me. I will tell you.”

He narrated his adventure. Warren sat staring at him. ”It's just your luck, Lyman. But, why didn't you throw him back into the creek? Why didn't you stamp him into the ground? And you have spoiled another piece of news. What do you expect will become of you if you keep on this way?”

”He mistook me for some one else--he called me Jim. I couldn't abuse his drunken mistake and show him that I was not his friend Jim. It would have been cruel. And when he recognized me he threw himself on my mercy and begged me not to leave him. In a vague way, this morning, he remembered all that had taken place. He is not much hurt, but the doctor will keep him in bed for a day or two. He is completely cowed and I felt sorry for him. He hung to my hand when I bade him good-bye and tears ran out of his eyes. He declared that I had whipped him more severely than if I had used a raw-hide, and I believe I have; so, after all, I had my revenge.”

”Lyman, I guess your sort of punishment lasts longer. But I confess that I am not strong enough to indulge that sort of revenge. It takes too much time. Well, if you haven't turned things over since you came to this place I don't want a cent. Old Ebenezer didn't know what novelty was until you struck it. We had a great time last night,” he went on, after a few moments of silence. ”Nancy sang a song, a come-all-ye about a girl that hanged herself because she had cause to think that a fellow didn't love her. And you bet she can sing. She brought tears to my eyes, and a woman has to get up early and sing with the birds before she can do that.”

”Did you find out how you stand?” Lyman inquired, smiling at him.

”Oh, yes; that's settled. I know how I stand, and now I've got to find out how she stands. It takes time, I tell you. I don't want to hurry her, so I thought I'd wait till tomorrow and go out there and ask her about it.”

”Oh, no, I wouldn't hurry her,” said Lyman, laughing. ”I'd wait till noon-time tomorrow, anyway.”

”Yes, along about there. What are you laughing at me for? This thing is serious with me. I went out with her this morning to milk the cows.

Talk about milking.” He leaned back and shut his eyes as if to reproduce the scene. ”I don't want to draw any comparisons, old fellow, but do you suppose Miss Eva could milk? Do you suppose she could grab a calf and make him feel ashamed of himself?”

”I don't know as to her handling of calves, I'm sure; but I know that she can throw a light into dark places; that white clover springs up where she walks; that if she were to sit asleep in a garden the bees would fight over the sweetness of her lips; that her mind is as fresh, as full of bright images as a stream of pure water; that her foot as I saw it upon a rock has grace enough to redeem an awkward world; and that in comparison with the notes of her voice all earthly music is flat and dull.”

”Lyman, I guess you know where you stand. But have you found out where she stands? Have you asked her to define her position?”

”Her position defines itself. I am to protect her from the man whose life I saved last night.”

”Yes, I know, but after you have protected her--what then?”

”I am to present her with a certificate of freedom.”

”But don't you suppose she'd rather have a partners.h.i.+p than freedom?”

”Not with me. I am something of a novelty to her as a protector, but I am afraid that to propose a closer relations.h.i.+p would make me appear commonplace enough.”

”Well, you know your own business, and it's not worth while to give you advice; but you are a strange sort of a contradiction. As a general thing a fellow that's easy with man is severe with woman, but you are disposed to let them all get away. They don't get away from me, I'll give you a pointer on that. By the way, here's a package that I found here for you. Came by express, pre-paid, mind you. Think of that.”

In Lyman's eyes there was the soft light of a sad victory as he opened the package and displayed a dozen copies of his novel, fresh from the publisher. He took a volume upon his knee, as if it were a child; he opened the leaves, carefully separating them as if tenderly parting curly hair. Warren s.n.a.t.c.hed up a book with a cry of delight; he swore that its fame was a.s.sured; he knew that it would sell as fast as it came from the press; but Lyman sat in silence, his eyes growing sadder. It was so small a thing to have cost so many anxious days and nights. He had worked on it so intently that often when he had stepped out, the real world seemed unreal; and now it appeared so simple as to lie within the range of any man's ability. Here was a place where there had been a kink, and he had worried with it day after day, carrying the sentences about in his mind; and now at a glance he saw where the wording might have been improved. He was afraid that he had been too simple, too close to the soil; in seeking the natural he was almost sure that he had found the tiresome. He got up.

”Where are you going?” Warren asked.

”Oh, out somewhere, to get away from this poor hunch-back.” He smiled sadly at the book.

”Hunch-back? Why, it's a giant. Look, here's a jolt like a wagon running over a root. It's all right. And I want to take one out to Nancy, and when she reflects that a friend of mine wrote it, her position will be defined. She can't help it. It makes no difference whether a woman can read or not, a book catches her. Ain't you going to send one to Miss Eva?”

”Yes, I believe I will.”

”Well, scribble in one and I'll send it right now, by the boy. It's not right to let such things get cold. Is that all?” he asked when Lyman had written his name on the fly leaf.

”Yes, that's enough.”

”It may do for her, but I want you to spread out a whole page for Nancy. Say, go and lie down. You look like a ghost--going up and down the creek at night, pulling fellows out. But wait. Give Nancy's book a whirl first.”