the Light Of Western Stars (1992) (45 page)

"Edith, I am so glad you told me that," replied Madeline, warmly
.

"I like the country, and I like the men," went on Edith
.
"One reason I want to go home soon is because I am discontented enough at home now, without falling in love with the West
.
For, of course, Majesty, I would
.
I could not live out here
.
And that brings me to my point
.
Admitting all the beauty and charm and wholesomeness and good of this wonderful country, still it is no place for you, Madeline Hammond
.
You have your position, your wealth, your name, your family
.
You must marry
.
You must have children
.
You must not give up all that for a quixotic life in a wilderness
.
"

"I am convinced, Edith, that I shall live here all the rest of my life
.
"

"Oh, Majesty!I hate to preach this way
.
But I promised your mother I would talk to you
.
And the truth is I hate-I hate what I'm saying
.
I envy you your courage and wisdom
.
I know you have refused to marry Boyd Harvey
.
I could see that in his face
.
I believe you will refuse Castleton
.
Whom will you marry?What chance is there for a woman of your position to marry out here? What in the world will become of you?"

"Quien sabe?" replied Madeline, with a smile that was almost sad
.

***

Not so many hours after this conversation with Edith Madeline sat with Boyd Harvey upon the grassy promontory overlooking the west, and she listened once again to his suave courtship
.

Suddenly she turned to him and said, "Boyd, if I married you would you be willing-glad to spend the rest of your life here in the West?"

"Majesty!" he exclaimed
.
There was amaze in the voice usually so even and well modulated-amaze in the handsome face usually so indifferent
.
Her question had startled him
.
She saw him look down the iron-gray cliffs, over the barren slopes and cedared ridges, beyond the cactus-covered foothills to the grim and ghastly desert
.
Just then, with its red veils of sunlit dust-clouds, its illimitable waste of ruined and upheaved earth, it was a sinister spectacle
.

"No," he replied, with a tinge of shame in his cheek
.
Madeline said no more, nor did he speak
.
She was spared the pain of refusing him, and she imagined he would never ask her again
.
There was both relief and regret in the conviction
.
Humiliated lovers seldom made good friends
.

It was impossible not to like Boyd Harvey
.
The thought of that, and why she could not marry him, concentrated her never-satisfied mind upon the man
.
She looked at him, and she thought of him
.

He was handsome, young, rich, well born, pleasant, cultivated-he was all that made a gentleman of his class
.
If he had any vices she had not heard of them
.
She knew he had no thirst for drink or craze for gambling
.
He was considered a very desirable and eligible young man
.
Madeline admitted all this
.

Then she thought of things that were perhaps exclusively her own strange ideas
.
Boyd Harvey's white skin did not tan even in this southwestern sun and wind
.
His hands were whiter than her own, and as soft
.
They were really beautiful, and she remembered what care he took of them
.
They were a proof that he never worked
.
His frame was tall, graceful, elegant
.
It did not bear evidence of ruggedness
.
He had never indulged in a sport more strenuous than yachting
.
He hated effort and activity
.
He rode horseback very little, disliked any but moderate motoring, spent much time in Newport and Europe, never walked when he could help it, and had no ambition unless it were to pass the days pleasantly
.
If he ever had any sons they would be like him, only a generation more toward the inevitable extinction of his race
.

Madeline returned to camp in just the mood to make a sharp, deciding contrast
.
It happened-fatefully, perhaps-that the first man she saw was Stewart
.
He had just ridden into camp, and as she came up he explained that he had gone down to the ranch for the important mail about which she had expressed anxiety
.

"Down and back in one day!" she exclaimed
.

"Yes," he replied
.
"It wasn't so bad
.
"

"But why did you not send one of the boys, and let him make the regular two-day trip?"

"You were worried about your mail," he answered, briefly, as he delivered it
.
Then he bent to examine the fetlocks of his weary horse
.

It was midsummer now, Madeline reflected and exceedingly hot and dusty on the lower trail
.
Stewart had ridden down the mountain and back again in twelve hours
.
Probably no horse in the outfit, except his big black or Majesty, could have stood that trip
.
And his horse showed the effects of a grueling day
.
He was caked with dust and lame and weary
.

Stewart looked as if he had spared the horse his weight on many a mile of that rough ascent
.
His boots were evidence of it
.
His heavy flannel shirt, wet through with perspiration, adhered closely to his shoulders and arms, so that every ripple of muscle plainly showed
.
His face was black, except round the temples and forehead, where it was bright red
.
Drops of sweat, running off his blackened hands dripped to the ground
.
He got up from examining the lame foot, and then threw off the saddle
.
The black horse snorted and lunged for the watering-pool
.
Stewart let him drink a little, then with iron arms dragged him away
.
In this action the man's lithe, powerful form impressed Madeline with a wonderful sense of muscular force
.
His brawny wrist was bare; his big, strong hand, first clutching the horse's mane, then patting his neck, had a bruised knuckle, and one finger was bound up
.
That hand expressed as much gentleness and thoughtfulness for the horse as it had strength to drag him back from too much drinking at a dangerous moment
.

Stewart was a combination of fire, strength, and action
.
These attributes seemed to cling about him
.
There was something vital and compelling in his presence
.
Worn and spent and drawn as he was from the long ride, he thrilled Madeline with his potential youth and unused vitality and promise of things to be, red-blooded deeds, both of flesh and spirit
.
In him she saw the strength of his forefathers unimpaired
.
The life in him was marvelously significant
.
The dust, the dirt, the sweat, the soiled clothes, the bruised and bandaged hand, the brawn and bone-these had not been despised by the knights of ancient days, nor by modern women whose eyes shed soft light upon coarse and bloody toilers
.

Madeline Hammond compared the man of the East with the man of the West; and that comparison was the last parting regret for her old standards
.

XVII - The Lost Mine of the Padres In the cool, starry evenings the campers sat around a blazing fire and told and listened to stories thrillingly fitted to the dark crags and the wild solitude
.

Monty Price had come to shine brilliantly as a storyteller
.
He was an atrocious liar, but this fact would not have been evident to his enthralled listeners if his cowboy comrades, in base jealousy, had not betrayed him
.
The truth about his remarkable fabrications, however, had not become known to Castleton, solely because of the Englishman's obtuseness
.
And there was another thing much stranger than this and quite as amusing
.
Dorothy Coombs knew Monty was a liar; but she was so fascinated by the glittering, basilisk eyes he riveted upon her, so taken in by his horrible tales of blood, that despite her knowledge she could not help believing them
.

Manifestly Monty was very proud of his suddenly acquired gift
.
Formerly he had hardly been known to open his lips in the presence of strangers
.
Monty had developed more than one singular and hitherto unknown trait since his supremacy at golf had revealed his possibilities
.
He was as sober and vain and pompous about his capacity for lying as about anything else
.
Some of the cowboys were jealous of him because he held the attention and, apparently, the admiration of the ladies; and Nels was jealous, not because Monty made himself out to be a wonderful gun-man, but because Monty could tell a story
.
Nels really had been the hero of a hundred fights; he had never been known to talk about them; but Dorothy's eyes and Helen's smile had somehow upset his modesty
.
Whenever Monty would begin to talk Nels would growl and knock his pipe on a log, and make it appear he could not stay and listen, though he never really left the charmed circle of the camp-fire
.
Wild horses could not have dragged him away
.

One evening at twilight, as Madeline was leaving her tent, she encountered Monty
.
Evidently, he had way-laid her
.
With the most mysterious of signs and whispers he led her a little aside
.

"Miss Hammond, I'm makin' bold to ask a favor of you," he said
.

Madeline smiled her willingness
.

"To-night, when they've all shot off their chins an' it's quiet-like, I want you to ask me, jest this way, 'Monty, seein' as you've hed more adventures than all them cow-punchers put together, tell us about the most turrible time you ever hed
.
' Will you ask me, Miss Hammond, jest kinda sincere like?"

"Certainly I will, Monty," she replied
.

His dark, seared face had no more warmth than a piece of cold, volcanic rock, which it resembled
.
Madeline appreciated how monstrous Dorothy found this burned and distorted visage, how deformed the little man looked to a woman of refined sensibilities
.
It was difficult for Madeline to look into his face
.
But she saw behind the blackened mask
.
And now she saw in Monty's deep eyes a spirit of pure fun
.

So, true to her word, Madeline remembered at an opportune moment, when conversation had hushed and only the long, dismal wail of coyotes broke the silence, to turn toward the little cowboy
.

"Monty," she said, and paused for effect-"Monty, seeing that you have had more adventures than all the cowboys together, tell us about the most terrible time you ever had
.
"

Monty appeared startled at the question that fastened all eyes upon him
.
He waved a deprecatory hand
.

"Aw, Miss Hammond, thankin' you all modest-like fer the compliment, I'll hev to refuse," replied Monty, laboring in distress
.
"It's too harrowin' fer tender-hearted gurls to listen to
.
"

"Go on?" cried everybody except the cowboys
.
Nels began to nod his head as if he, as well as Monty, understood human nature
.
Dorothy hugged her knees with a kind of shudder
.
Monty had fastened the hypnotic eyes upon her
.
Castleton ceased smoking, adjusted his eyeglass, and prepared to listen in great earnestness
.

Monty changed his seat to one where the light from the blazing logs fell upon his face; and he appeared plunged into melancholy and profound thought
.