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of those high-falutinā€™ fellows hadnā€™t allowed, the other night, ez it were the regā€™lar thing to do; as if, miss, any gentleman kalkilated to ever put on his hat in the house afore a lady!ā€

But Christie had already possessed herself of the unlucky object, and had placed it upon the table. This compelled Whiskey Dick to rise again, and as an act of careless good breeding to drop his handkerchief in it. He then leaned one elbow upon the piano, and, crossing one foot over the other, remained standing in an attitude he remembered to have seen in the pages of an illustrated paper as portraying the hero in some drawing-room scene. It was easy and effective, but seemed to be more favorable to revery than conversation. Indeed, he remembered that he had forgotten to consult the letterpress as to which it represented.

ā€œI see you agree with me, that politeness is quite a matter of intention,ā€ said Christie, ā€œand not of mere fashion and rules. Now, for instance,ā€ she continued, with a dazzling smile, ā€œI suppose, according to the rules, I ought to give you a note to Mr. Munroe, accepting his offer. That is all that is required; but it seems so much nicer, donā€™t you think, to tell it to YOU for HIM, and have the pleasure of your company and a little chat at the same time.ā€

ā€œThatā€™s it, thatā€™s just it, Miss Carr; youā€™ve hit it in the centre this time,ā€ said Whiskey Dick, now quite convinced that his attitude was not intended for eloquence, and shifting back to his own seat, hat and all; ā€œthatā€™s tantamount to what I said to the boys just now. ā€˜You want an excuse,ā€™ sez I, ā€˜for not goinā€™ out with the young ladies. So, accordenā€™ to rules, you writes a letter allowinā€™ buzziness and that sorter thing detains you. But wotā€™s the facts? Youā€™re a gentleman, and as gentlemen you and George comes to the opinion that youā€™re rather playinā€™ it for all itā€™s worth in this yer house, you knowā€”cominā€™ here night and day, off and on, regā€™lar sociable and famā€™ly like, and makinā€™ people talk about things they ainā€™t any call to talk about, and, whatā€™s a darned sight more, YOU FELLOWS ainā€™t got any right YET to allow ā€˜em to talk about, dā€™ye see?ā€ he paused, out of breath.

It was Miss Christieā€™s turn to move about. In changing her seat to the piano-stool, so as to be nearer her visitor, she brushed down some loose music, which Whiskey Dick hastened to pick up.

ā€œPray donā€™t mind it,ā€ she said, ā€œpray donā€™t, reallyā€”let it beā€”ā€ But Whiskey Dick, feeling himself on safe ground in this attention, persisted to the bitter end of a disintegrated and well-worn ā€œTravatore.ā€ ā€œSo that is what Mr. Munroe said,ā€ she remarked quietly.

ā€œNot just then, in course, but itā€™s whatā€™s bin on his mind and in his talk for days off and on,ā€ returned Dick, with a knowing smile and a nod of mysterious confidence. ā€œBless your soul, Miss Carr, folks like you and me donā€™t need to have them things explained. Thatā€™s what I said to him, sez I. ā€˜Donā€™t send no note, but just go up there and hev it out fair and square, and say what you do mean.ā€™ But they would hev the note, and I kalkilated to bring it. But when I set my eyes on you, and heard you express yourself as you did just now, I sez to myself, sez I, ā€˜Dick, yerā€™s a young lady, and a fashā€™nable lady at that, ez donā€™t go foolinā€™ round on rules and etikettsā€™ā€”excuse my freedom, Miss Carrā€”ā€˜and you and her, sez I, ā€˜kin just discuss this yer matter in a sociable, off-hand, fashā€™nable way.ā€™ Theyā€™re a good lot oā€™ boys, Miss Carr, a square lotā€”white men all of ā€˜em; but theyā€™re a little soft and green, may be, from livinā€™ in these yer pine woods along oā€™ the other sap. They just worship the ground you and your sister tread onā€”certain! of course! of course!ā€ he added hurriedly, recognizing Christieā€™s half-conscious, deprecating gesture with more exaggerated deprecation. ā€œI understand. But what I wanter say is that theyā€™d be willinā€™ to be that ground, and lie down and let you walk over themā€”so to speak, Miss Carr, so to speakā€”if it would keep the hem of your gown from gettinā€™ soiled in the mud oā€™ the camp. But it wouldnā€™t do for them to make a regā€™lar curderoy road oā€™ themselves for the houl camp to trapse over, on the mere chance of your some time passinā€™ that way, would it now?ā€

ā€œWonā€™t you let me offer you some refreshment, Mr. Hall?ā€ said Christie, rising, with a slight color. ā€œIā€™m really ashamed of my forgetfulness again, but Iā€™m afraid itā€™s partly YOUR fault for entertaining me to the exclusion of yourself. No, thank you, let me fetch it for you.ā€

She turned to a handsome sideboard near the door, and presently faced him again with a decanter of whiskey and a glass in her hand, and a return of the bewitching smile she had worn on entering.

ā€œBut perhaps you donā€™t take whiskey?ā€ suggested the arch deceiver, with a sudden affected but pretty perplexity of eye, brow, and lips.

For the first time in his life Whiskey Dick hesitated between two forms of intoxication. But he was still nervous and uneasy; habit triumphed, and he took the whiskey. He, however, wiped his lips with a slight wave of his handkerchief, to support a certain easy elegance which he firmly believed relieved the act of any vulgar quality.

ā€œYes, maā€™am,ā€ he continued, after an exhilarated pause. ā€œEz I said afore, this yerā€™s a matter you and me can discuss after the fashion oā€™ society. My idea is that these yer boys should kinder let up on you and Miss Jessie for a while, and do a little more permiskus attention round the Ford. Thereā€™s one or two families yer with grown-up gals ez oughter be squared; that isā€”the boys mighter put in a few fancy touches among themā€”kinder take ā€˜em buggy ridingā€”or to churchā€”once in a whileā€”just to take the pizen outer their tongues, and make a kind oā€™ bluff to the parents, dā€™ye see? That would sorter divert their own minds; and even if it didnā€™t, it would kinder get ā€˜em accustomed agin to the old style and their own kind. I want to warn ye agin an idea that might occur to you in a giniral way. I donā€™t say you hev the idea, but itā€™s kind oā€™ natā€™ral you might be thinkinā€™ of it some time, and I thought Iā€™d warn you agin it.ā€

ā€œI think we understand each other too well to differ much, Mr. Hall,ā€ said Christie, still smiling; ā€œbut what is the idea?ā€

The delicate compliment to their confidential relations and the slight stimulus of liquor had tremulously exalted Whiskey Dick. Affecting to look cautiously out of the window and around the room, he ventured to draw nearer the young woman with a half-paternal, half-timid familiarity.

ā€œIt might have occurred to you,ā€ he said, laying his handkerchief as if to veil mere vulgar contact, on Christieā€™s shoulder, ā€œthat it would be a good thing on YOUR side to invite down some of your high-toned gentlemen friends from ā€˜Frisco to visit you and escort you round. It seems quite natā€™ral like, and I donā€™t say it ainā€™t, butā€”the boys wouldnā€™t stand for it.ā€

In spite of her self-possession, Christieā€™s eyes suddenly darkened, and she involuntarily drew herself up. But Whiskey Dick, guiltily attributing the movement to his own indiscreet gesture, said, ā€œExcuse me, miss,ā€ recovered himself by lightly dusting her shoulder with his handkerchief, as if to remove the impression, and her smile returned.

ā€œThey wouldnā€™t stand for it,ā€ said Dick, ā€œand thereā€™d be some shooting! Not afore you, missā€”not afore you, in course! But theyā€™d adjourn to the woods some morning with them city folks, and hev it out with rifles at a hundred yards. Or, seeinā€™ ez theyā€™re city folks, the boys would do the square thing with pistols at twelve paces. Theyā€™re good boys, as I said afore; but theyā€™re quick and tetchyā€”George, being the youngest, natā€™rally is the tetchiest. You know how it is, Miss Carr; his pretty, gal-like face and little moustaches haz cost him half a dozen scrimmages already. Heā€™z had a fight for every hair thatā€™s growed in his moustache since he kem here.ā€

ā€œSay no more, Mr. Hall!ā€ said Christie, rising and pressing her hands lightly on Dickā€™s tremulous fingers. ā€œIf I ever had any such idea, I should abandon it now; you are quite right in this as in your other opinions. I shall never cease to be thankful to Mr. Munroe and Mr. Kearney that they intrusted this delicate matter to your hands.ā€

ā€œWell,ā€ said the gratified and reddening visitor, ā€œit ainā€™t perhaps the square thing to them or myself to say that they reckoned to have me discuss their delicate affairs for them, butā€”ā€

ā€œI understand,ā€ interrupted Christie. ā€œThey simply gave you the letter as a friend. It was my good fortune to find you a sympathizing and liberal man of the world.ā€ The delighted Dick, with conscious vanity beaming from every feature of his shining face, lightly waved the compliment aside with his handkerchief, as she continued, ā€œBut I am forgetting the message. We accept the horses. Of course we COULD do without an escort; but forgive my speaking so frankly, are YOU engaged this afternoon?ā€

ā€œExcuse me, miss, I donā€™t takeā€”ā€ stammered Dick, scarcely believing his ears.

ā€œCould you give us your company as an escort?ā€ repeated Christie with a smile.

Was he awake or dreaming, or was this some trick of liquor in his often distorted fancy? He, Whiskey Dick! the butt of his friends, the chartered oracle of the barrooms, even in whose wretched vanity there was always the haunting suspicion that he was despised and scorned; he, who had dared so much in speech, and achieved so little in fact! he, whose habitual weakness had even led him into the wildest indiscretion here; heā€”now offered a reward for that indiscretion! He, Whiskey Dick, the solicited escort of these two beautiful and peerless girls! What would they say at the Ford? What would his friends think? It would be all over the Ford the next day. His past would be vindicated, his future secured. He grew erect at the thought. It was almost in other voice, and with no trace of his previous exaggeration, that he said, ā€œWith pleasure.ā€

ā€œThen, if you will bring the horses at once, we shall be ready when you return.ā€

In another instant he had vanished, as if afraid to trust the reality of his good fortune to the dangers of delay. At the end of half an hour he reappeared, leading the two horses, himself mounted on a half-broken mustang. A pair of large, jingling silver spurs and a stiff sombrero, borrowed with the mustang from some mysterious source, were donned to do honor to the occasion.

The young girls were not yet ready, but he was shown by the Chinese servant into the parlor to wait for them. The decanter of whiskey and glasses were still invitingly there. He was hot, trembling, and flushed with triumph. He walked to the table and laid his hand on the decanter, when an odd thought flashed upon him. He would not drink this time. No, it should not be said that he, the selected escort of the elite of Devilā€™s Ford, had to fill himself up with whiskey before they started. The boys might turn to each other in their astonishment, as he proudly passed with his fair companions, and say, ā€œItā€™s Whiskey Dick,ā€ but heā€™d be dā€“-d if they should add, ā€œand full as ever.ā€ No, sir! Nor when he was riding beside these real ladies, and leaning over them at

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