"I've been taught a lesson, Mr.Yesler.I'm never going to pack a gun again as long as I live, unless I'm hunting or something of that sort, and I'm never going to drink another drop of liquor.It's all right for some men, but it isn't right for me.""Glad to hear it.I never did believe in the hip-pocket habit.I've lived here twenty years, and I never found it necessary except on special occasions.When it comes to whisky, I reckon we'd all be better without it."Yesler made his escape at the earliest opportunity and left them alone together.He lunched at the club, attended to some correspondence he had, and about 3:30 drifted down the street toward the post-office.He had expectations of meeting a young woman who often passed about that time on her way home from school duties.
It was, however, another young woman whose bow he met in front of Mesa's largest department store.
"Good afternoon, Miss Balfour." She nodded greeting and cast eyes of derision on him.
"I've been hearing about you.Aren't you ashamed of yourself?" "Yes, ma'am.What for in particular? There are so many things." "You're a fine Christian, aren't you?" she scoffed.
"I ain't much of a one.That's a fact," he admitted."What is it this time--poker?"
"No, it isn't poker.Worse than that.You've been setting a deplorable example to the young.""To young ladies--like Miss Virginia?" he wanted to know.
"No, to young Christians.I don't know what our good deacons will say about it." She illuminated her severity with a flashing smile."Don't you know that the sins of the fathers are to descend upon their children even tothe third and fourth generation? Don't you know that when a man does wrong he must die punished, and his children and his wife, of course, and that the proper thing to do is to stand back and thank Heaven we haven't been vile sinners?""Now, don't you begin on that, Miss Virginia," he warned.
"And after the man had disgraced himself and shot you, after all respectable people had given him an extra kick to let him know he must stay down and had then turned their backs upon him.I'm not surprised that you're ashamed.""Where did you get hold of this fairy-tale?" he plucked up courage to demand.
"From Norma Pelton.She told me everything, the whole story from beginning to end.""It's right funny you should be calling on her, and you a respectable young lady--unless you went to deliver that extra kick you was mentioning," he grinned.
She dropped her raillery."It was splendid.I meant to ask Mr.Ridgway to do something for them, but this is so much better.It takes them away from the place of his disgrace and away from temptation.Oh, I don't wonder Norma kissed you.""She told you that, too, did she?"
"Yes.I should have done it, too, in her place."He glanced round placidly."It's a right public place here, but--""Don't be afraid.I'm not going to." And before she disappeared within the portals of the department store she gave him one last thrust."It's not so public up in the library.Perhaps if you happen to be going that way "She left her communication a fragment, but he thought it worth acting upon.Among the library shelves he found Laska deep in a new volume on domestic science.
"This ain't any kind of day to be fooling away your time on cook- books.Come out into the sun and live," he invited.
They walked past the gallows-frames and the slag-dumps and the shaft-houses into the brown hills beyond the point where green copper streaks showed and spurred the greed of man.It was a day of springsunshine, the good old earth astir with her annual recreation.The roadside was busy with this serious affair of living.Ants and crawling things moved to and fro about their business.Squirrels raced across the road and stood up at a safe distance to gaze at these intruders.Birds flashed back and forth, hurried little carpenters busy with the specifications for their new nests.Eager palpitating life was the key-note of the universe.
"Virginia told me about the Peltons," Laska said, after a pause.
"It's spreading almost as fast as if it were a secret," he smiled."I'm expecting to find it in the paper when we get back.""I'm so glad you did it." "Well, you're to blame.""I!" She looked at him in surprise.
"Partly.You told me how things were going with them.That seemed to put it up to me to give Pelton a chance.""I certainly didn't mean it that way.I had no right to ask you to do anything about it.""Mebbe it was the facts put it up to me.Anyhow, I felt responsible." "Mr.Roper once told me that you always feel responsible when you1ear anybody is in trouble," the young woman answered."Roper's a goat.Nobody ever pays any attention to him."Presently they diverged from the road and sat down on a great flat rock which dropped out from the hillside like a park seat.For he was still far from strong and needed frequent rests.Their talk was desultory, for they had reached that stage of friendship at which it is not necessary to bridge silence with idle small talk.Here, by some whim of fate, the word was spoken.He knew he loved her, but he had not meant to say it yet.
But when her steady gray eyes came back to his after a long stillness, the meeting brought him a strange feeling that forced his hand.
"I love you, Laska.Will you be my wife?" he asked quietly.
"Yes, Sam," she answered directly.That was all.It was settled with a word.There in the sunshine he kissed her and sealed the compact, and afterward, when the sun was low among the hill spurs, they went back happily to take up again the work that awaited them.
