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When The Waters Were Up At “Jules'”
by
“The boys gin’rally kem to take up enough wood for me to begin with,” she said, “but I reckon they didn’t know I was comin’ up so soon.”
Hemmingway’s distrust returned a little at this obvious suggestion that he was only a substitute for their general gallantry, but he smiled and said somewhat bluntly, “I don’t suppose you lack for admirers here.”
The girl, however, took him literally. “Lordy, no! Me and Mamie Robinson are the only girls for fifteen miles along the creek. ADMIRIN’! I call it jest PESTERIN’ sometimes! I reckon I’ll hev to keep a dog!”
Hemmingway shivered. Yes, she was not only conscious, but spoilt already. He pictured to himself the uncouth gallantries of the settlement, the provincial badinage, the feeble rivalries of the young men whom he had seen at the general store. Undoubtedly this was what she was expecting in HIM!
“Well,” she said, turning from the fire she had kindled, “while I’m settin’ the table, tell me what’s a-doin’ in Sacramento! I reckon you’ve got heaps of lady friends thar,–I’m told there’s lots of fashions just from the States.”
“I’m afraid I don’t know enough of them to interest you,” he said dryly.
“Go on and talk,” she replied. “Why, when Tom Flynn kem back from Sacramento, and he warn’t thar more nor a week, he jest slung yarns about his doin’s thar to last the hull rainy season.”
Half amused and half annoyed, Hemmingway seated himself on the little platform beside the open door, and began a conscientious description of the progress of Sacramento, its new buildings, hotels, and theatres, as it had struck him on his last visit. For a while he was somewhat entertained by the girl’s vivacity and eager questioning, but presently it began to pall. He continued, however, with a grim sense of duty, and partly as a reason for watching her in her household duties. Certainly she was graceful! Her tall, lithe, but beautifully moulded figure, even in its characteristic southwestern indolence, fell into poses as picturesque as they were unconscious. She lifted the big molasses-can from its shelf on the rafters with the attitude of a Greek water-bearer. She upheaved the heavy flour-sack to the same secure shelf with the upraised palms of an Egyptian caryatid. Suddenly she interrupted Hemmingway’s perfunctory talk with a hearty laugh. He started, looked up from his seat on the platform, and saw that she was standing over him and regarding him with a kind of mischievous pity.
“Look here,” she said, “I reckon that’ll do! You kin pull up short! I kin see what’s the matter with you; you’re jest plumb tired, tuckered out, and want to turn in! So jest you sit that quiet until I get supper ready and never mind me.” In vain Hemmingway protested, with a rising color. The girl only shook her head. “Don’t tell me! You ain’t keering to talk, and you’re only playin’ Sacramento statistics on me,” she retorted, with unfeigned cheerfulness. “Anyhow, here’s the wimmen comin’, and supper is ready.”
There was a sound of weary, resigned ejaculations and pantings, and three gaunt women in lustreless alpaca gowns appeared before the cabin. They seemed prematurely aged and worn with labor, anxiety, and ill nourishment. Doubtless somewhere in these ruins a flower like Jay Jules had once flourished; doubtless somewhere in that graceful nymph herself the germ of this dreary maturity was hidden. Hemmingway welcomed them with a seriousness equal to their own. The supper was partaken with the kind of joyless formality which in the southwest is supposed to indicate deep respect, even the cheerful Jay falling under the influence, and it was with a feeling of relief that at last the young man retired to his fenced-off corner for solitude and repose. He gathered, however, that before “sun up” the next morning the elder women were going to Rattlesnake Bar for the weekly shopping, leaving Jay as before to prepare his breakfast and then join them later. It was already a change in his sentiments to find himself looking forward to that tete-a-tete with the young girl, as a chance of redeeming his character in her eyes. He was beginning to feel he had been stupid, unready, and withal prejudiced. He undressed himself in his seclusion, broken only by the monotonous voices in the adjoining apartment. From time to time he heard fragments and scraps of their conversation, always in reference to affairs of the household and settlement, but never of himself,–not even the suggestion of a prudent lowering of their voices,–and fell asleep. He woke up twice in the night with a sensation of cold so marked and distinct from his experience of the early evening, that he was fain to pile his clothes over his blankets to keep warm. He fell asleep again, coming once more to consciousness with a sense of a slight jar, but relapsing again into slumber for he knew not how long. Then he was fully awakened by a voice calling him, and, opening his eyes, beheld the blanket partition put aside, and the face of Jay thrust forward. To his surprise it wore a look of excited astonishment dominated by irrepressible laughter.