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selfish, he decided. All the morning she went about the house in a state of nervous restlessness, and at dinner-time her father noticed her unusual pallor and low spirits. To the Elder, the meal-times were generally a source of intense pleasure. He was never tired of feasting his eyes upon his daughter when he could do so without attracting attention, and he listened to her fluent obvious opinions on men and things with a fulness of pride and joy which was difficult to divine since his keenest feelings never stirred the impassibility of his features. He had small power of expressing his thoughts, and even in youth he had felt it impossible to render in words any deep emotion. For more than forty years the fires of his nature had been ā€œbanked up.ā€ Reticent and self-contained, he appeared to be hard and cold; yet his personality was singularly impressive. About five feet ten in height, he was lean and sinewy, with square shoulders and muscles of whipcord. His face recalled the Indian type; the same prominent slightly beaked nose, high cheek bones and large knot of jaw. But there the resemblance ended. The eyes were steel-blue; the upper lip long; the mouth firm; short, bristly, silver hair stood up all over his head, in defiant contrast to the tanned, unwrinkled skin. He was clean-shaven, and looked less than his age, which was fifty-eight.

All through the dinner he wondered anxiously what could so affect his daughter, and how he could find out without intruding himself upon her confidence. His great love for his child had developed in the Elder subtle delicacies of feeling which are as the fragrance of loveā€™s humility. In the afternoon Loo, dressed for walking, met him, and, of her own accord, began the conversation:

ā€œFather, I want to talk to you.ā€

The Elder put down the water-bucket he had been carrying, and drew the shirtsleeves over his nervous brown arms, whether out of unconscious modesty or simple sense of fitness it would be impossible to say. She went on hesitatingly, ā€œI want to knowā€”Do you think Mr. Bancroftā€™s strong, stronger thanā€”Seth Stevens?ā€

The Elder gave his whole thought to the problem. ā€œPā€™rā€™aps,ā€ he said, after a pause, in which he had vainly tried to discover how his daughter wished him to answer, ā€œpā€™rā€™aps; heā€™s older and more sot. There ainā€™t much difference, though. In five or six years Sethā€™ll be a heap stronger than the schoolmaster; but now,ā€ he added quickly, reading his daughterā€™s face, ā€œhe ainā€™t man enough. He must fill out first.ā€

She looked up with bright satisfaction, and twining her hands round his arm began coaxingly:

ā€œIā€™m goinā€™ to ask you for somethinā€™, father. You know you told me that on my birthday youā€™d give me most anythinā€™ I wanted. Wall, I want somethinā€™ this month, not next, as soon as I can get itā€”a pianner. I guess the settinā€™-room would look smarter-like, anā€™ Iā€™d learn to play. All the girls do East,ā€ she added, pouting.

ā€œYes,ā€ the Elder agreed thoughtfully, doubting whether he should follow her lead eastwards, ā€œI reckon thatā€™s so. Iā€™ll see about it right off, Loo. I oughter hev thought of it before. But now, right off,ā€ and as he spoke he laid his large hand with studied carelessness on her shoulderā€” he was afraid that an intentional caress might be inopportune.

ā€œIā€™m certā€™in Mr. Bancroftā€™s sisters play, anā€™ Iā€”ā€ she looked down nervously for a moment, and then, still blushing deeply, changed the attack: ā€œHeā€™s smart, ainā€™t he, father? Heā€™d make a good lawyer, wouldnā€™t he?ā€

ā€œI reckon he would,ā€ replied the Elder.

ā€œIā€™m so glad,ā€ the girl went on hurriedly, as if afraid to give herself time to think of what she was about to say, ā€œfor, father, he wants to study in an office East and he hainā€™t got the money, andā€”oh, father!ā€ she threw her arms round his neck and hid her face on his shoulder, ā€œI want to go with him.ā€

The Elderā€™s heart seemed to stop beating, but he could not hold his loved one in his arms and at the same time realize his own pain. He stroked the bowed head gently, and after a pause:

ā€œHe could study with Lawyer Barkman in Wichita, couldnā€™t he? and then youā€™d be to hum still. No. Wall! Thar!ā€ and again came a pause of silence. ā€œI reckon, anyhow, you knew Iā€™d help you. Didnā€™t you now?ā€

His daughter drew herself out of his embrace. Recalled thus to the matter in hand he asked: ā€œDid he say how much money ā€˜twould take?ā€

ā€œTwo or three thousand dollarsā€ā€”and she scanned his face anxiouslyā€” ā€œfor studyinā€™ and gettinā€™ an office and everythinā€™ in New York. Things are dearer there.ā€

ā€œWall, I guess we kin about cover that with a squeeze. Itā€™ll be full all I kin manage to oncā€™tā€”that and the pianner. Iā€™ve no one to think of but you, Loo, only you. Thatā€™s what Iā€™ve bin workinā€™ for, to give you a fair start, and Iā€™m glad I kin jess about do it. Iā€™d sorter take it better if heā€™d done the studyinā€™ by himself before. No! wall, it donā€™t make much difference pā€™rā€™aps. Anyway he works, and Mr. Crew thinks him enough eddicated even for the Ministry. He does, and thatā€™s a smart lot. I guess heā€™ll get along all right.ā€ Delighted with the expression of intent happiness in his daughterā€™s eyes, he continued: ā€œHeā€™s young yet, and couldnā€™t be expected to hev done the studyinā€™ and law and everythinā€™. You kin be sartin that the old manā€™ll do all he knows to help start you fair. All I kin. If youā€™re sot upon it! Thatā€™s enough fer me, I guess, ef youā€™re rale sot on it, and you donā€™t think ā€˜twould be better like to wait a little. He could study with Barkman fer a year anyway without losinā€™ time. No! wall, wall. Iā€™m right thar when you want me. Iā€™ll go to work to do what I kinā€¦.

ā€œPā€™rā€™aps we might sell off and go East, too. The farmā€™s worth money now itā€™s all settled up round hyar. The mother and me and Jake could get along, I reckon, East or West. I know moreā€™n I did when I came out in

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ā€œIā€™m glad youā€™ve told me. I think a heap more of him now. There must be a pile of good in any one you like, Loo. Anyhow heā€™s lucky.ā€ And he stroked her crumpled dress awkwardly, but with an infinite tenderness.

ā€œIā€™ve got to go now, father,ā€ she exclaimed, suddenly remembering the time. ā€œBut there!ā€ā€”and again she threw her arms round his neck and kissed him. ā€œYouā€™ve made me very happy. Iā€™ve got to go right off, and youā€™ve all the chores to do, so I mustnā€™t keep you any longer.ā€

She hurried to the road along which Jake would have to come with the news of the fight. When she reached the top of the bluff whence the road fell rapidly to the creek, no one was in sight. She sat down and gave herself up to joyous anticipations.

ā€œWhat would George say to her news? Where should they be married?ā€ā€“-a myriad questions agitated her. But a glance down the slope from time to time checked her pleasure. At last she saw her brother running towards her. He had taken off his boots and stockings; they were slung round his neck, and his bare feet pattered along in the thick, white dust of the prairie track. His haste made his sisterā€™s heart beat in gasps of fear. Down the hill she sped, and met him on the bridge.

ā€œWall?ā€ she asked quietly, but the colour had left her cheeks, and Jake was not to be deceived so easily.

ā€œWall what?ā€ he answered defiantly, trying to get breath. ā€œI hainā€™t said nothinā€™.ā€

ā€œOh, you mean boy!ā€ she cried indignantly. ā€œIā€™ll never help you again when father wants to whip youā€”never! Tell me this minute what happened. Is he hurt?ā€

ā€œIs who hurt?ā€ asked her brother, glorying in superiority of knowledge, and the power to tease with impunity.

ā€œTell me right off,ā€ she said, taking him by the collar in her exasperation, ā€œorā€”ā€

ā€œIā€™ll tell you nothinā€™ till you leave go of me,ā€ was the sullen reply. But then the overmastering impulse ran away with him, and he broke out:

ā€œOh, Loo! I jest seed everythinā€™. ā€˜Twar a high old fight! They wuz all there, Seth Stevens, Richards, Monkey Billā€”all of ā€˜em, when schoolmaster rode up. He was stillā€”looked like he wanted to hear a class recite. He hitched up Jack and come to ā€˜em, liftinā€™ his hat. Oh, ā€˜twas O.K., you bet! Then they took off their cloā€™s. Seth Stevens jerked hisn loose on the ground, but schoolmaster stood by himself, and folded hisn up like ma makes me fold mine at night. Then they comed together and Seth Stevens he jest drew off and tried to land him one, but schoolmaster sorter moved aside and took him on the nose, anā€™ Seth he sot down, with the blood runninā€™ all over him. Anā€™ā€”anā€™ā€”thatā€™s all. Every time Seth Stevens hauled off to hit, schoolmaster was thar first. It war bully!ā€”Thatā€™s all. Anā€™ I seed everythinā€™. You kin bet your life on that! Anā€™ then Richards and the rest come to him anā€™ said as how Seth Stevens was faintinā€™, anā€™ schoolmaster he ran to the crick anā€™ brought water and put over him. Anā€™ then I runned to tell youā€”schoolmasterā€™s strong, I guess, stronger nor pappa. I seed him put on his vest, anā€™ Seth Stevens he was settinā€™ up, all blood and water on his face, streaky like; he did look bad. But, Looā€“-say, Loo! Why didnā€™t schoolmaster when he got him down the first time, jest stomp on his face with his heels?ā€”he had his boots onā€”anā€™ thatā€™s how Seth Stevens broke Tom Cooperā€™s jaw when they fit.ā€

The girl was white, and trembling from head to foot as the boy ended his narrative, and looked inquiringly into her face. She could not answer. Indeed, she had hardly heard the question. The thought of what might have happened to her lover appalled her, and terror and remorse held her heart as in a vice. But oh!ā€”and the hot tears came into her eyesā€”sheā€™d tell him when they met how sorry she was for it all, and how bad she had been, and how she hated herself. She had acted foolish, very; but she hadnā€™t meant it. Sheā€™d be more careful in future, much more careful. How brave he was and kind! How like him it was to get the water! Oh! if heā€™d only come.

All this while Jake looked at her curiously; at length he said, ā€œSay, Loo, sā€™pose heā€™d had his eye plugged out.ā€

ā€œGo awayā€”do!ā€ she exclaimed angrily. ā€œI believe you boys jest love fightinā€™ like dogs.ā€

Jake disappeared to tell and retell the tale to any one who cared to listen.

Half an hour later Loo, who had climbed the bluff to command the view, heard the sound of Jackā€™s feet on the wooden bridge. A moment or two more and the buggy drew up beside her; the schoolmaster bent forward and spoke, without a trace of emotion in his voice:

ā€œWonā€™t you get in and let me drive you home, Miss Loo?ā€ His victory had put him in a good humour, without, however, altering his critical estimate of the girl. The quiet, controlled tone of his voice chilled and pained her, but her emotions were too recent and too acute to be restrained.

ā€œOh, George!ā€ she said, leaning forward against the buggy, and scanning his face intently. ā€œHow can you speak so? You ainā€™t hurt, are you?ā€

ā€œNo!ā€ he answered lightly. ā€œYou didnā€™t expect I should be, did you?ā€ The tone was cold, a little sarcastic even.

Again she felt hurt; she scarcely knew why; the sneer was too far-fetched

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