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When The Waters Were Up At “Jules'”
by
In his first astounded sight of her, in her limp nankeen sunbonnet, thrown back from her head by the impetus of her flight, he saw only too much hair, two much white teeth, too much eye-flash, and, above all,–as it appeared to him,–too much confidence in the power of these qualities. Even as she ran, it seemed to him that she was pulling down ostentatiously the rolled-up sleeves of her pink calico gown over her shapely arms. I am inclined to think that the young gentleman’s temper was at fault, and his conclusion hasty; a calmer observer would have detected nothing of this in her frankly cheerful voice. Nevertheless, her evident pleasure in the meeting seemed to him only obtrusive coquetry.
“Lordy! I reckoned to git here afore you’d get through fixin’ up, and in time to do a little prinkin’ myself, and here you’re out already.” She laughed, glancing at his clean shirt and damp hair. “But all the same, we kin have a talk, and you kin tell me all the news afore the other wimmen get up here. It’s a coon’s age since I was at Sacramento and saw anybody or anything.” She stopped and, instinctively detecting some vague reticence in the man before her, said, still laughing, “You’re Mr. Hemmingway, ain’t you?”
Hemmingway took off his hat quickly, with a slight start at his forgetfulness. “I beg your pardon; yes, certainly.”
“Aunty Stanton thought it was ‘Hummingbird,'” said the girl, with a laugh, “but I reckoned not. I’m Jinney Jules, you know; folks call me ‘J. J.’ It wouldn’t do for a Hummingbird and a Jay Jay to be in the same camp, would it? It would be just TOO funny!”
Hemmingway did not find the humor of this so singularly exhaustive, but he was already beginning to be ashamed of his attitude towards her. “I’m very sorry to be giving you all this trouble by my intrusion, for I was quite willing to stay at the store yonder. Indeed,” he added, with a burst of frankness quite as sincere as her own, “if you think your father will not be offended, I would gladly go there now.”
If he still believed in her coquetry and vanity, he would have been undeceived and crushed by the equal and sincere frankness with which she met this ungallant speech.
“No! I reckon he wouldn’t care, if you’d be as comf’ble and fit for to-morrow. But ye WOULDN’T,” she said reflectively. “The boys thar sit up late over euchre, and swear a heap, and Simpson, who’d sleep alongside of ye, snores pow’ful, I’ve heard. Aunty Stanton kin do her level at that, too, and they say”–with a laugh–“that I kin, too, but you’re away off in that corner, and it won’t reach you. So, takin’ it all, by the large, you’d better stay whar ye are. We wimmen, that is, the most of us, will be off and away down to Rattlesnake Bar shoppin’ afore sun up, so ye’ll sleep ez long ez ye want to, and find yer breakfast ready when ye wake. So I’ll jest set to and get ye some supper, and ye kin tell me all the doin’s in Sacramento and ‘Frisco while I’m workin’.”
In spite of her unconscious rebuff to his own vanity, Hemmingway felt a sense of relief and less constraint in his relations to this decidedly provincial hostess.
“Can I help you in any way?” he asked eagerly.
“Well, ye MIGHT bring me an armful o’ wood from the pile under the alders, ef ye ain’t afraid o’ dirtyin’ your coat,” she said tentatively.
Mr. Hemmingway was not afraid; he declared himself delighted. He brought a generous armful of small cut willow boughs, and deposited them before a small stove, which seemed a temporary substitute for the usual large adobe chimney that generally occupied the entire gable of a miner’s cabin. An elbow and short length of stovepipe carried the smoke through the cabin side. But he also noticed that his fair companion had used the interval to put on a pair of white cuffs and a collar. However, she brushed the green moss from his sleeve with some toweling, and although this operation brought her so near to him that her breath–as soft and warm as the southwest trades–stirred his hair, it was evident that this contiguity was only frontier familiarity, as far removed from conscious coquetry as it was, perhaps, from educated delicacy.