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"Run To Seed"
by
It is astonishing how one man can create a public sentiment. One woman can ruin a reputation as effectually as a churchful. One bullet can kill a man as dead as a bushel, if it hits him right. So Dick Rail injured Jim. For Dick was an authority. He swore the biggest oaths, wore the largest watch-chain, knew his engine better and sat it steadier than any man on the road. He had had a passenger train again and again, but he was too fond of whiskey. It was too risky. Dick affected Jim’s standing: told stories about him: made his life a burden to him. “He shan’t stay on the road,” he used to say.
“He’s stingier’n ——! Carries his victuals about with him–I b’lieve he sleeps with one o’ them Italians in a goods box.” This was true–at least, about carrying his food with him. (The rest was Dick’s humor.) Messing cost too much. The first two months’ pay went to settle an old guano-bill; but the third month’s pay was Jim’s. The day he drew that he fattened a good deal. At least, he looked so. It was eighty-two dollars (for Jim ran extra runs;–made double time whenever he could). Jim had never had so much money in his life; had hardly ever seen it. He walked about the streets that night till nearly midnight, feeling the wad of notes in his breast-pocket. Next day a box went down the country, and a letter with it, and that night Jim could not have bought a chew of tobacco. The next letter he got from home was heavy. Jim smiled over it a good deal, and cried a little too. He wondered how Kitty looked in her new dress, and if the barrel of flour made good bread; and if his mother’s shawl was warm.
One day he was changed to the passenger service, the express. It was a promotion, paid more, and relieved him from Dick Rail.
He had some queer experiences being ordered around, but he swallowed them all. He had not been there three weeks when Mrs. Wagoner was a passenger on the train. Carry was with her. They had moved to town. (Mr. Wagoner was interested in railroad development.) Mrs. Wagoner called him to her seat, and talked to him–in a loud voice. Mrs. Wagoner had a loud voice.
It had the “carrying” quality. She did not shake hands; Carry did and said she was so glad to see him: she had been down home the week before–had seen his mother and Kitty. Mrs. Wagoner said, “We still keep our plantation as a country place.” Carry said Kitty looked so well; her new dress was lovely. Mrs. Wagoner said his mother’s eyes were worse. She and Kitty had walked over to see them, to show Kitty’s new dress. She had promised that Mr. Wagoner would do what he could for him (Jim) on the road. Next month Jim went back to the freight service. He preferred Dick Rail to Mrs. Wagoner. He got him. Dick was worse than ever, his appetite was whetted by abstinence; he returned to his attack with renewed zest. He never tired–never flagged. He was perpetual: he was remorseless. He made Jim’s life a wilderness. Jim said nothing, just slouched along silenter than ever, quieter than ever, closer than ever. He took to going on Sunday to another church than the one he had attended, a more fashionable one than that. The Wagoners went there. Jim sat far back in the gallery, very far back, where he could just see the top of Carry’s head, her big hat and her face, and could not see Mrs. Wagoner, who sat nearer the gallery. It had a curious effect on him: he never went to sleep there. He took to going up-town walking by the stores–looking in at the windows of tailors and clothiers. Once he actually went into a shop and asked the price of a new suit of clothes. (He needed them badly.) The tailor unfolded many rolls of cloth and talked volubly: talked him dizzy. Jim looked wistfully at them, rubbed his hand over them softly, felt the money in his pocket; and came out. He said he thought he might come in again. Next day he did not have the money. Kitty wrote him she could not leave home to go to school on their mother’s account, but she would buy books, and she was learning; she would learn fast, her mother was teaching her; and he was the best brother in the world, the whole world; and they had a secret, but he must wait.