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“The comfort of my home and family?” he repeated in a dry, deliberate voice. “Well, I reckon I ain’t been tempted much by THAT. That isn’t what I meant.” But he went back to the phrase, repeating it grimly, as if it were some mandatory text. “The comfort of my OWN HOME AND FAMILY! Well, Satan hasn’t set THAT trap for my feet yet, ma’am. No; ye saw my daughter? well, that’s all my family; ye see this room? that’s all my home. My wife ran away from me; my daughter cleared out too, my eldest son as was with me here has quo’lled with me and reckons to set up a rival business agin me. No,” he said, still more meditatively and deliberately; “it wasn’t to come back to the comforts of my own home and family that I faced round on Heavy Tree Hill, I reckon.”

As the woman, for certain reasons, had no desire to check this auspicious and unlooked for confidence, she waited patiently. Hays remained silent for an instant, warming his hands before the fire, and then looked up interrogatively.

“A professor of religion, ma’am, or under conviction?”

“Not exactly,” said the lady smiling.

“Excuse me, but in spite of your fine clothes I reckoned you had a serious look just now. A reader of Scripture, may be?”

“I know the Bible.”

“You remember when the angel with the flamin’ sword appeared unto Saul on the road to Damascus?”

“Yes.”

“It mout hev been suthin’ in that style that stopped me,” he said slowly and tentatively. “Though nat’rally I didn’t SEE anything, and only had the queer feelin’. It might hev been THAT shied my mare off the track.”

“But Saul was up to some wickedness, wasn’t he?” said the lady smilingly, “while YOU were simply going somewhere on business?”

“Yes,” said Hays thoughtfully, “but my BUSINESS might hev seemed like persecution. I don’t mind tellin’ you what it was if you’d care to listen. But mebbe you’re tired. Mebbe you want to retire. You know,” he went on with a sudden hospitable outburst, “you needn’t be in any hurry to go; we kin take care of you here to-night, and it’ll cost you nothin’. And I’ll send you on with my sleigh in the mornin’. Per’aps you’d like suthin’ to eat–a cup of tea–or–I’ll call Zuleika;” and he rose with an expression of awkward courtesy.

But the lady, albeit with a self-satisfied sparkle in her dark eyes, here carelessly assured him that Zuleika had already given her refreshment, and, indeed, was at that moment preparing her own room for her. She begged he would not interrupt his interesting story.

Hays looked relieved.

“Well, I reckon I won’t call her, for what I was goin’ to say ain’t exackly the sort o’ thin’ for an innocent, simple sort o’ thing like her to hear–I mean,” he interrupted himself hastily–“that folks of more experience of the world like you and me don’t mind speakin’ of–I’m sorter takin’ it for granted that you’re a married woman, ma’am.”

The lady, who had regarded him with a sudden rigidity, here relaxed her expression and nodded.

“Well,” continued Hays, resuming his place by the fire, “you see this yer man I was goin’ to see lives about four miles beyond the summit on a ranch that furnishes most of the hay for the stock that side of the Divide. He’s bin holdin’ off his next year’s contracts with me, hopin’ to make better terms from the prospects of a late spring and higher prices. He held his head mighty high and talked big of waitin’ his own time. I happened to know he couldn’t do it.”

He put his hands on his knees and stared at the fire, and then went on:–

“Ye see this man had had crosses and family trials. He had a wife that left him to jine a lot of bally dancers and painted women in the ‘Frisco playhouses when he was livin’ in the southern country. You’ll say that was like MY own case,–and mebbe that was why it came to him to tell me about it,–but the difference betwixt HIM and ME was that instead of restin’ unto the Lord and findin’ Him, and pluckin’ out the eye that offended him ‘cordin’ to Scripter, as I did, HE followed after HER tryin’ to get her back, until, findin’ that wasn’t no use, he took a big disgust and came up here to hide hisself, where there wasn’t no playhouse nor play-actors, and no wimmen but Injin squaws. He pre-empted the land, and nat’rally, there bein’ no one ez cared to live there but himself, he had it all his own way, made it pay, and, as I was sayin’ before, held his head high for prices. Well–you ain’t gettin’ tired, ma’am?”