Truly she is
different, thought Norcross, and yet she lost something by reason of the display of her proficiency as a clerk. I wish she would leave business to some one else, he inwardly grumbled as he rose to go.
She looked up from her desk. Come in again later. We may be able to reach the mill.
He thanked her and went back to his hotel, where he overhauled his outfit and wrote some letters. His disgust of the town was lessened by the presence of that handsome girl, and the hope that he might see her at luncheon made him impatient of the clock.
She did not appear in the dining-room, and when Norcross inquired of Nash whether she took her meals at the hotel or not, the expert replied: No, she goes home. The ranch is only a few miles down the valley. Occasionally we invite her, but she dont think much of the cooking.
One of the young surveyors put in a word: I shouldnt think she would. Id ride ten miles any time to eat one of Mrs. McFarlanes dinners.
Yes, agreed Nash with a reflective look in his eyes. Shes a mighty fine girl, and I join the boys in wishing her better luck than marrying Cliff Belden.
Is it settled that way? asked Norcross.
Yes; the Supervisor warned us all, but even he never has any good words for Belden. Hes a surly cuss, and violently opposed to the service. His brother is one of the proprietors of the Meeker mill, and they have all tried to bulldoze Landon, our ranger over there. By the way, youll like Landon. Hes a Harvard man, and a good ranger. His shack is only a half-mile from Meekers house. Its a pretty well-known fact that Alec Belden is part proprietor of a saloon over there that worries the Supervisor worse than anything. Cliff swears hes not connected with it; but hes more or less sympathetic with the crowd.
Norcross, already deeply interested in the present and future of a girl whom he had met for the first time only the day before, was quite ready to give up his trip to Meeker. After the men went back to work he wandered about the town for an hour or two, and then dropped in at the office to inquire if the telephone line had been repaired.
No, its still dead.
Did Miss McFarlane return?
No. She said she had work to do at home. This is ironing-day, I believe.
She plays all the parts, dont she?
She sure does; and she plays one part as well as another. She can rope and tie a steer or bake a cake as well as play the piano.
Dont tell me she plays the piano!
Nash laughed. She does; but its one of those you operate with your feet.
Im relieved to hear that. She seems almost weirdly gifted as it is. After a moment he broke in with: What can a man do in this town?
Work, nothing else.
What do you do for amusement?
Once in a while there is a dance in the hall over the drug-store, and on Sunday you can listen to a wretched sermon in the log church. The rest of the time you work or loaf in the saloons or read. Old Nature has done her part here. But man ! Ever been in the Tyrol?
Yes.
Well, some day the people of the plains will have sense enough to use these mountains, these streams, the way they do over there.
It required only a few hours for Norcross to size up the valley and its people. Aside from Nash and his associates, and one or two families connected with the mill to the north, the villagers were poor, thriftless, and uninteresting. They were lacking in the picturesque quality of ranchers and miners, and had not yet the grace of town-dwellers. They were, indeed, depressingly nondescript.
Early on the second morning he went to the post-office which was also the telephone station to get a letter or message from Meeker. He found neither; but as he was standing in the door undecided about taking the stage, Berea came into town riding a fine bay pony, and leading a blaze-face buckskin behind her.
Her face shone cordially, as she called out: Well, how do you stack up this morning?
Tip-top, he answered, in an attempt to match her cheery greeting.
Do you like our town better?
Not a bit! But the hills are magnificent.
Anybody turned up from the mill?
No, I havent heard a word from there. The telephone is still out of commission.
They cant locate the break. Uncle Joe sent word by the stage-driver asking us to keep an eye out for you and send you over. Ive come to take you over myself.
Thats mighty good of you; but its a good deal to ask.
I want to see Uncle Joe on business, anyhow, and youll like the ride better than the journey by stage.
Leaving the horses standing with their bridle-reins hanging on the ground, she led the way to the office.
When father comes in, tell him where Ive gone,
and send Mr. Norcrosss packs by the first wagon. Is your outfit ready? she asked.
Not quite. I can get it ready soon.
He hurried away in pleasant excitement, and in twenty minutes was at the door ready to ride.
Youd better take my bay, said Berea. Old Paint-face there is a little notional.
Norcross approached his mount with a caution which indicated that he had at least been instructed in range-horse psychology, and as he gathered his reins together to mount, Berrie remarked: