THESENATOR’SLASTTRADE
  AdroveofleancattlewereswingingeasilyoverBlackMountain,andbehindthemcameabigmanwithwildblackhairandabushybeard。
  Nowandthenhewouldgnawathismustachewithhislong,yellowteeth,orwouldsitdowntolethisleanhorserest,andwouldflipmeaninglesslyatthebusheswithaswitch。Sometimeshisbushyheadwoulddroopoveronhisbreast,andhewouldsnapitupsharplyandstartpainfullyon。Robber,cattle—thief,outlawhemighthavebeeninanothercentury;forhefilledthefigureofanyrobberheroinlifeorromance,andyethewasonlytheSenatorfromBell,ashewasknowninthelittleKentuckycapital;or,ashewasknowninhismountainhome,justtheSenator,whohadtoiledandschemedandgrownrichandgrownpoor;
  whohadsufferedlongandwaskind。
  OnlythatChristmashehadguttedeverystoreintown。``Givemeeverythingyouhave,brother,’’hesaid,acrosseachcounter;andnextdayeveryman,woman,andchildinthemountaintownhadapresentfromtheSenator’shands。Helookedlikeabrigandthatday,ashelookednow,buthecalledeverymanhisbrother,andhiseye,whileblackandlustrelessasnight,wasasbroodingandjustaskind。
  Whentheboomwentdown,withitandwitheverybodyelsewenttheSenator。
  Slowlyhegotdusty,ragged,longofhair。Helookedtorturedandever—restless。Youneversawhimstill;
  alwayshesweptbyyou,flappinghislegsonhisleanhorseorhisarmsinhisricketybuggyhere,there,everywhere——
  turning,twisting,fightinghiswaybacktofreedom——andnotamurmur。
  Stillwaseverymanhisbrother,andifsomeforgothisonceopenhand,heforgotitnomorecompletelythandidtheSenator。Hewentveryfartopayhisdebts。Hefelthonorbound,indeed,toaskhissistertogivebackthefarmthathehadgivenher,which,veryproperlypeoplesaid,shedeclinedtodo。NothingcouldkillhopeintheSenator’sbreast;hewouldhandbackthefarminanotheryear,hesaid;butthesisterwasfirm,andwithoutawordstill,theSenatorwentotherwaysandschemedthroughthenights,andworkedandrodeandwalkedandtradedthroughthedays,untilnow,whenthelightwasbeginningtoglimmer,hisendwascome。
  ThiswastheSenator’slasttrade,andinsight,downinaKentuckyvalley,washome。Strangelyenough,theSenatordidnotcareatall,andhehadjustenoughsanitylefttowonderwhy,andtobeworried。Itwasthe``walkingtyphoid’’thathadcaughtupwithhim,andhewaslistless,andhemadestrangegesturesanddidfoolishthingsashestumbleddownthemountain。
  Hewasgoingoveralittleknollnow,andhecouldseethecreekthatranaroundhishouse,buthewasnottouched。Hewouldjustassoonhavelaindownrightwherehewas,orhaveturnedaroundandgoneback,exceptthatitwashotandhewantedtogettothewater。HerememberedthatitwasnighChristmas;hesawthesnowabouthimandthecakesoficeinthecreek。Heknewthatheoughtnottobehot,andyethewas——sohotthatherefusedtoreasonwithhimselfevenaminute,andhurriedon。Itwasoddthatitshouldbeso,butjustaboutthattime,overinVirginia,acattledealer,nearinghome,stoppedtotellaneighborhowhehadtrickedsomeblack—whiskeredfoolupinthemountains。
  Itmayhavebeenjustwhenhewaslaughingaloudoverthere,thattheSenator,overhere,torehiswoollenshirtfromhisgreathairychestandrushedintotheicystream,clappinghisarmstohisburningsidesandshoutinginhisfrenzy。
  ``Ifhehadlivedalittlelonger,’’saidaconstituent,``hewouldhavelostthenextelection。Hehadn’tthemoney,youknow。’’
  ``Ifhehadlivedalittlelonger,’’saidthemountainpreacherhighuponYellowCreek,``I’dhavegotthattradeI
  hadonhandwithhimthrough。NotthatIwantedhimtodie,butifhehadto——why——’’
  ``Ifhehadlivedalittlelonger,’’
  saidtheSenator’slawyer,``hewouldhavecleanedoffthescoreagainsthim。’’
  ``Ifhehadlivedalittlelonger,’’saidtheSenator’ssister,notmeaningtobeunkind,``hewouldhavegotallI
  have。’’
  ThatwaswhatlifeheldfortheSenator。Deathwasmorekind。
  PREACHIN’ONKINGDOM—COME
  I’vetoldye,stranger,thatHellferSartainempties,asitoughter,ofco’se,intoKingdom—Come。Youcanketchthedevil’mostanydayintheweekonHellferSartain,an’sometimesyoucangitGloryeverlastin’onKingdom—Come。
  Hit’stheonlymeetin’—housetharintwentymilesaroun’。
  Well,thereg’larrider,oleJimSkaggs,wasdead,an’thebretherinwasa—lookin’
  aroun’fersomebodytostepintooleJim’sshoes。Thar’dbeenoneyoungfelleruptharfromthesettlemints,a—
  cavortin’aroun’,an’theywasstudyin’
  ’boutgittin’him。
  ``Bretherin’an’sisteren,’’Isays,attertheleetlechapwasgone,``he’sgotthefortitoodtospeakan’heshorelyiswellfavored。He’sgotamightygoodhawkeyeferspyin’outevil——an’thegals;hecanoutholleroleJim;an’IF,’’Isays,``anyIDEESevercomestohim,he’llbeahell—rousershore——buttheyain’tcomin’!’’
  An’,sosayin’,Itakesmyfootinmyhandan’stepsferhome。
  Stranger,themfellersovertharhain’tseedmucho’thisworld。Lotsof’emnuverseedthecyars;someof’emnuverseedawagon。An’atterjowerin’an’
  noratin’fer’bouttwohours,whatyoureckontheysaidtheyaimedtodo?
  Theybelievedthey’dtakethatarmanBeecher,eftheycouldgithimtocome。
  They’dheerdo’Henryendurin’thewar,an’theyknowedhewasagintherebs,an’theywantedHenryiftheycouldjesgithimtocome。
  Well,Isnorted,an’thefeudbrokeoutonHellferSartainbetwixttheDaysan’theDillons。MaceDayshotDawsDillon’sbrother,asIrickollect——somep’n’sal’aysa—startin’upthatplagueywaran’a—makin’thingsfrolicsomeoverthar——an’efithadn’ta—beenferatallyoungfellerwithblackhairan’ascaracrosshisforehead,whowasa—goin’
  throughthemountainsa—settlin’thesewars,blamemeefIbelievethareverwould’a’beenanymo’preachin’onKingdom—Come。ThisfellercomesoverfromHazlanan’saysheaimstoholdameetin’onKingdom—Come。``Brother,’’
  Isays,``that’swhatnopreacherhaveeverdidwhilstthiswarisa—goin’on。’’
  An’hesays,sorto’quiet,``Well,then,I
  reckonI’llhavetodowhatnopreacherhaveeverdid。’’An’Iupsan’says:
  ``Brother,anolejedgecomeuphereoncefromthesettlemintstoholdcouht。
  `Jedge,’Isays,`that’swhatnojedgehaveeverdidwithoutsoldierssincethiswar’sbeena—goin’on。’An’,brother,thejedge’swordswasyours,p’int—blank。
  `Allright,’hesays,`thenI’llhavetodowhatnootherjedgehaveeverdid。’
  An’,brother,’’saysItothepreacher,``thejedgedoneitshore。Hejeslaidunderthecouht—housefertwodayswhilsttheboysfitoverhim。An’whenIseesthejedgea—makin’tracksferthesettlemints,Isays,`Jedge,’Isays,`youspokeaparableshore。’’’
  Well,sir,thelongpreacherlookedjesasthoughhewasa—sayin’tohisself,``Yes,Ihearye,butIdon’theedye,’’
  an’whenhesays,``Jesthesame,I’ma—goin’toholdameetin’onKingdom—
  Come,’’why,Ijestakesmyfootinmyhandan’ag’inIstepsferhome。
  Thatnight,stranger,IseedanotherfellerfromHazlan,whowasa—tellin’howthisherepreacherhadstoppedthewaroverthar,an’hadgottheMarcumsan’
  Braytonstoshakin’hands;an’nextdayoleTomPerkinsstopsinan’saysthatWHARAStheremought’a’beenpreachin’
  somewharan’sometime,tharnuverhadbeenPREACHIN’aforeonKingdom—Come。
  SoIgoesovertothemeetin’house,an’
  theywasallthar——DawsDillonan’
  MaceDay,theleadersinthewar,an’
  AbeShivers(you’veheerdtello’Abe)
  whowasa—carryin’talesfromonesidetot’otheran’a—stirrin’uphellginerally,asAbemostal’aysis;an’tharwasDawsononesideo’themeetin’—housean’
  Maceont’other,an’bothjesa—watchin’
  fert’othertomakeamove,an’thar’d’a’beenbilly—helltopayrightthar!
  Stranger,thatlongpreachertalkedjesaseasyasI’ma—talkin’now,an’hitwasp’int—blankasthefellerfromHazlansaid。Youjesought’a’heerdhimtellin’
  abouttheLawda—bein’asporeasanyfellerthar,an’a—makin’barnsan’fencesan’ox—yokesan’sechlike;an’nota—bein’abletowritehisownname——
  havin’tomakehismarkmebbe——whenhestartedouttosavetheworld。An’
  howtheytukhiman’nailedhimontoacrosswhenhe’dcomedownfernothin’
  buttosave’em;an’stuckaspearbigasacorn—knifeintohisside,an’givehimvinegar;an’hisownmammya—standin’
  downtharonthegrounda—cryin’an’
  a—watchin’himan’hea—fergivin’allof’emthenan’thar!
  Tharnuverhadbeennothin’likethataforeonKingdom—Come,an’allalongI
  heerdfellersa—layin’thargunsdown;
  anwhenthepreachercalledoutfersinners,blamemeefthefustfellerthatrizwasn’tMaceDay。An’Macesays,``Stranger,’fwhatyousayistrue,I
  reckontheLawd’llfergivemetoo,butIdon’tbelieveDawsDilloneverwill,’’
  an’Macestoodtharlookin’aroundferDaws。An’allofasuddenthepreachergotupstraightan’calledout,``Istharahumaninthishousemeanan’sorryenoughtostandbetwixtamanan’hisMaker’’?An’rightthar,stranger,Dawsriz。``Naw,byGod,tharhain’t!’’Dawssays,an’hewalksuptoMacea—holdin’
  outhishand,an’theyallbustsoutcryin’an’shakin’hands——Daysan’Dillons——
  jesasthepreacherhadmade’emdooverinHazlan。An’atterthethingwasover,Istepsuptothepreacheran’
  Isays:
  ``Brother,’’Isays,``YOUspokeaparable,shore。’’
  THEPASSINGOFABRAHAMSHIVERS
  ``Itellye,boys,hithaintoftenafellerhasthechanceo’doin’somuchgoodjesbyDYIN’。Fer’fAbeShiversairgone,shorelygone,therestofus——
  everydurnoneofus——aira—goin’tobesaved。FerAbeShivers——youhain’theerdtello’ABE?Well,youmustbeastrangerinthesemountainso’Kaintuck,shore。
  ``Idon’tknow,stranger,asAbeeverwasborned;nobodyinthesemountainsknowsit’fhewas。ThefusttimeIeverheerdtello’Abehewasa—hollerin’ferhisrightsonemawnin’atdaylight,endurin’
  thewar,jesoutsideo’oleTomPerkins’
  dooronFryin’Pan。Abewaslefttharbysomehome—gyard,Ireckon。Well,nobodyaireverturnedout’ndoorsinthesemountains,asyouknow,an’Abegothisrightsthatmawin’,an’he’sbeena—gittin’’emeversence。Tomalreadyhadahouseful,but’fanyfellergotthebigges’hunko’corn—bread,thatfellerwasAbe;an’efanyfellergota—whalin’,hitwasn’tAbe。
  ``Abetuktolyin’rightnaturely——
  lookedlike——aforehecouldtalk。Factis,Abenuvercoulddonothin’butjeswhisper。Still,Abecouldmanagetosendaliefurderwiththatrattlin’
  whisperthanoleTomcouldwiththatbighorno’hisnwhattellstheboystherevenoosaircomin’upFryin’
  Pan。’
  ``Didn’ttakeAbelongtogittobraggin’
  an’drinkin’an’naggin’an’hectorin’
  ——everything,’mos’,’ceptfightin’。NobodyeverdrawedAbeShiversintoafight。Idon’tknowashewasafeerd;
  lookedlikeAbewasa—havin’sechatarnationgoodtimewithhisdevilminthejesdidn’twanttorunnorisko’havin’
  hitstopped。An’sechdevilmint!Hitudtakeacoon’sage,Ireckon,totellye。
  ``Theboyswasa—goin’uptheriveronenighttogitoleDaveHallfertrickin’
  RosieBranhamintoevil。Somefellergoesaheadan’tellsoleDavethey’sa—comin。’HitwasAbe。Somefellerfindsastreako’oreonoleTomPerkins’
  land,an’rackshisjinnydowntotown,an’tellsafurrinerthar,an’Tomcomesmight’nighsellin’thelandfernothin’。
  NowTomraisedAbe,but,jesthesame,thefellerwasAbe。
  ``OnenightsomebodyguidestherevenoosinonHellferSartain,an’theycutsupfourstills。HitwasAbe。Thesamenight,mindye,afellerslipsinamongtherevenooswhilethey’sasleep,andcutsofftheirhosses’manesan’
  tails——muledeverydurnedcritteruv’em。Stranger,hitwasAbe。An’asferwomen—folks——well,AbewastheillfavoredestfellerIeversee,an’hecouldn’ttalk;still,Abewassassy,an’
  youknowhowsasscountswiththegals;
  an’Abe’swhisperin’comeinjesashandyasanyfeller’ssettin’up;so’feveryouseedamanwithaWinchestera—lookin’ferthefellerwhohadcuthimout,stranger,hewasa—lookin’ferAbe。
  ``SomebodytellsHarveHall,uptharatadanceonHell—fer—SartainoneChristmasnight,thatRichHarphadsaidsomep’n’aginhiman’NanceOsborn。
  An’somebodytellsRichthatHarvehadsaidsompe’n’aginNancean’HIM。Hitwasonean’thesamefeller,stranger,an’
  thefellerwasAbe。Well,whileRichan’Harvewasa—gittin’well,somebodyrunsoffwithNance。HitwasAbe。
  ThenRichan’Harvejesdrawsstrawsferafeller。Stranger,theydrawedferAbe。Hit’spurtyhardtobelievethatAbeairgone,’ceptthatRichHarpan’
  HarveHalldon’tneverdrawnostrawsfernothin’;but’fbythegraceo’Goddle—
  mightyAbeairgone,why,asIwasa—sayin’,therestofus——everydurnedoneofusaira—goin’tobesaved,shore。
  FerAbe’sgonefust,an’efthar’sonlyoneJedgmentDay,theLawd’llnuvergittous。’’
  APURPLERHODODENDRON
  Thepurplerhododendronisrare。
  UpintheGaphere,BeeRock,hungoutoverRoaringRock,blossomswithit——asagraycloudpurpleswiththesunrise。Thisrockwastossedlightlyonedgewhentheearthwasyoung,andstandsvertical。Togettheflowersyouclimbthemountaintooneside,and,balancingontherock’sthinedge,slipdownbyrootsandpastrattlesnakedenstillyouhangoutoverthewaterandreachforthem。Toavoidsnakesitisbesttogowhenitiscool,atdaybreak。
  IknowbutoneotherplaceinthissouthwestcornerofVirginiawherethereisanotherbushofpurplerhododendron,andonebushonlyisthere。
  Thishangsatthethroatofapeaknotfaraway,whoseagelessgrayheadisbentoveraravinethatsinkslikeaspearthrustintothesideofthemountain。Sweptonlybyhighwindandeaglewingsasthisis,Iyetknewonemanfoolhardyenoughtoclimbtoitforaflower。Hebroughtoneblossomdown:andtothisdayIdonotknowthatitwasnottheactofacoward;
  yes,thoughGraysondidit,actuallysmilingallthewayfrompeaktoravine,andthoughhewasmybestfriend——bestlovedthenandsince。IbelievehewasthestrangestmanIhaveeverknown,andIsaythiswiththought;
  forhiseccentricitiesweresincere。InallhedidIcannotrememberhavingevensuspectedanythingtheatricalbutonce。
  WewereallVirginiansorKentuckiansattheGap,andGraysonwasaVirginian。YoumighthaveguessedthathewasaSouthernerfromhisvoiceandfromthewayhespokeofwomen——butnomore。Otherwise,hemighthavebeenaMoor,exceptforhiscolor,whichwasabouttheonlyracialcharacteristichehad。Hehadbeeneducatedabroadand,aftertheEnglishhabit,hadtravelledeverywhere。AndyetIcanimaginenomorelonelywaybetweentheeternitiesthanthepathGraysontrodalone。
  HecametotheGapintheearlydays,andjustwhyhecameIneverknew。Hehadstudiedtheironquestionalongtime,hetoldme,andwhatIthoughtrecklessspeculationwas,itseems,deliberatejudgmenttohim。Hismoney``inthedirt,’’asthephrasewas,Graysongothimahorseandrodethehillsandwaited。Hewasintimatewithnobody。Occasionallyhewouldplaypokerwithusandsometimeshedrankagooddeal,butliquorneverloosedhistongue。Atpokerhisfacetoldaslittleasthebackofhiscards,andhewonmorethanadmiration——evenfromtheKentuckians,whoareartistsatthegame;
  butthemoneywentfromafreehand,and,afteradiversionlikethis,hewasapttobemoodyandtokeepmoretohimselfthanever。Everyfortnightortwohewoulddisappear,alwaysoverSunday。Inthreeorfourdayshewouldturnupagain,blackwithbrooding,andthenhewasthelastmantoleavethecard—tableorhekeptawayfromitaltogether。Wherehewentnobodyknew;andhewasnotthemananybodywouldquestion。
  OnenighttwoofusKentuckiansweresittingintheclub,andfromahomepaperIreadaloudtherumoredengagementofagirlwebothknew——
  whowasfamousforbeautyintheBluegrass,aswashermotherbeforeherandthemotherbeforeher——toanunnamedVirginian。Graysonsatnear,smokingapipe;andwhenIreadthegirl’snameIsawhimtakethemeerschaumfromhislips,andIfelthiseyesonme。Itwasamysteryhow,butIknewatoncethatGraysonwastheman。Hesoughtmeoutafterthatandseemedtowanttomakefriends。Iwaswilling,or,ratherhemadememorethanwilling;forhewasirresistibletome,asIimaginehewouldhavebeentoanybody。Wegottowalkingtogetherandridingtogetheratnight,andweweresoonratherintimate;butforalongtimeheneversomuchasspokethegirl’sname。Indeed,hekeptawayfromtheBluegrassfornearlytwomonths;butwhenhedidgohestayedafortnight。
  ThistimehecameformeassoonashegotbacktotheGap。Itwasjustbeforemidnight,andwewentasusualbackofImbodenHill,throughmoon—
  dappledbeeches,andGraysonturnedoffintothewoodswheretherewasnopath,bothofussilent。Werodethroughtremulous,shiningleaves——
  Grayson’shorsechoosingawayforhimself——and,threshingthroughapatchofhigh,strongweeds,wecircledpastanamphitheatreofdeadenedtreeswhosecrookedarmsweretossedoutintothemoonlight,andhaltedonthespur。ThemoonwaspoisedoverMorris’sfarm;
  SouthForkwasshiningunderuslikealoopofgold,themountainslayaboutintranquilheaps,andthemoon—mistroseluminousbetweenthem。ThereGraysonturnedtomewithaneagerlightinhiseyesthatIhadneverseenbefore。
  ``Thishasanewbeautyto—night!’’
  hesaid;andthen``Itoldheraboutyou,andshesaidthatsheusedtoknowyou——well。’’Iwasgladmyfacewasinshadow——Icouldhardlykeepbackabrutallaugh——andGrayson,unseeing,wentontospeakofherasIhadneverheardanymanspeakofanywoman。Intheend,hesaidthatshehadjustpromisedtobehiswife。Ianswerednothing。
  Othermen,Iknew,hadsaidthatwiththesameright,perhaps,andhadgonefromhertogobacknomore。
  AndIwasoneofthem。GraysonhadmetheratWhiteSulphurfiveyearsbefore,andhadlovedhereversince。
  Shehadknownitfromthefirst,hesaid,andIguessedthenwhatwasgoingtohappentohim。Imarvelled,listeningtotheman,foritwasthestarofconstancyinherwhitesoulthatwasmostlustroustohim——andwhileI
  wonderedthemarvelbecameacommonplace。
  Didnoteveryloverthinkhislovedoneexemptfromthefrailtythatnamesotherwomen?Thereisnoidealoffaithorofpuritythatdoesnotliveincountlesswomento—day。Ibelievethat;butcouldInotrecallonefriendwhowalkedwithDivinitythroughpinewoodsforoneimmortalspring,andwho,beingsicktodeath,wasquitefinished——learningheratlast?DidInotknowloverswhobelievedsacredtothemselves,inthenameoflove,lipsthathadbeengiventomanyanotherwithoutit?AndnowdidInotknow——butIknewtoomuch,andtoGraysonIsaidnothing。
  Thatspringthe``boom’’came。Grayson’spropertyquadrupledinvalueandquadrupledagain。Iwashislawyer,andIpleadwithhimtosell;butGraysonlaughed。Hewasnotspeculating;hehadinvestedonjudgment;hewouldsellonlyatacertainfigure。Thefigurewasactuallyreached,andGraysonlethalfgo。Theboomfell,andGraysontookthetumblewithajest。Itwouldcomeagainintheautumn,hesaid,andhewentofftomeetthegirlatWhiteSulphur。
  Iworkedrighthardthatsummer,butImissedhim,andIsurelywasgladwhenhecameback。Somethingwaswrong;Isawitatonce。Hedidnotmentionhername,andforawhileheavoidedevenme。Isoughthimthen,andgraduallyIgothimintoouroldhabitofwalkingupintotheGapandofsittingoutaftersupperonabigrockinthevalley,listeningtotherunoftheriverandwatchingtheafterglowovertheCumberland,themoonriseoverWallen’sRidgeandthestarscomeout。
  Waitingforhimtospeak,Ilearnedforthefirsttimethenanothersecretofhiswretchedmelancholy。Itwasthehopelessnessofthattime,perhaps,thatdisclosedit。Graysonhadlostthefaithofhischildhood。Mostmendothatatsometimeorother,butGraysonhadnobusiness,noprofession,noartinwhichtofindrelief。Indeed,therewasbutonesubstitutepossible,andthatcamelikeagiftstraightfromtheGodwhomhedenied。Lovecame,andGrayson’sidealsoflove,asofeverythingelse,weremorbidandquixotic。Hebelievedthatheowedittothewomanheshouldmarrynevertohavelovedanother。Hehadlovedbutonewoman,hesaid,andheshouldlovebutone。
  IbelievedhimthenliterallywhenhesaidthathislovefortheKentuckygirlwashisreligionnow——theonlyanchorlefthiminhisseaoftroubles,theonlystarthatgavehimguidinglight。Withoutthislove,whatthen?
  Ihadastrongimpulsetoaskhim,butGraysonshivered,asthoughhedivinedmythought,and,insomerelentlessway,ourtalkdriftedtothequestionofsuicide。Iwasnotsurprisedthatheratherdefendedit。Neitherofussaidanythingnew,onlyIdidnotlikethewayhetalked。Hewastoodeliberate,tooserious,asthoughhewerereallyfacingapossiblefact。Hehadnoreligiousscruples,hesaid,nofamilyties;hehadnothingtodowithbringinghimselfintolife;why——ifitwasnotworthliving,notbearable——
  whyshouldhenotendit?Hegavetheusualauthority,andIgavetheusualanswer。Religionaside,ifwedidnotknowthatwewerehereforsomepurpose,wedidnotknowthatwewerenot;andherewewereanyway,andourdutywasplain。Desertionwastheactofacoward,andthatGraysoncouldnotdeny。
  Thatautumnthecrashof’91cameacrossthewaterfromEngland,andGraysongaveup。HewenttoRichmond,andcamebackwithmoneyenoughtopayoffhisnotes,andI
  thinkittooknearlyallhehad。Still,heplayedpokersteadilynow——forpokerhadbeenresumedwhenitwasnolongerpossibletogambleinlots——hedrankagooddeal,andhebeganjustatthistimetotakeasingularinterestinourvolunteerpoliceguard。Hehadalwaysbeenonhandwhentherewastrouble,andIsha’n’tsoonforgethimthedaySenatorMahonespoke,whenwewerepunchingacrowdofmountaineersbackwithcockedWinchesters。Hehadlosthishatinastrugglewithonegiant;helookedhalfcrazywithanger,andyethewaswhiteandperfectlycool,andI
  noticedthatheneverhadtotellamanbutoncetostandback。Nowhewasthefirstmantoanswerapolicewhistle。
  WhenwewereguardingTaltHall,healwaysvolunteeredwhentherewasanyunusualrisktorun。WhenweraidedthePoundtocaptureagangofdesperadoes,heinsistedongoingaheadasspy;andwhenwegotrestlesslyingoutinthewoodswaitingfordaybreak,andthecaptainsuggestedachargeonthecabin,Graysonwasbyhissidewhenitwasmade。Graysonsprangthroughthedoorfirst,andhewasthemanwhothrusthisrecklessheadupintotheloftandlightedamatchtoseeifthemurdererswerethere。Mostofusdidfoolishthingsinthosedaysunderstressofexcitement,butGrayson,Isaw,wasweakenoughtobereckless。Histroublewiththegirl,whateveritwas,wasseriousenoughtomakehimapparentlycarelittlewhetherhewerealiveordead。
  AndstillIsawthatnotyetevenhadhelosthope。Hewashavingasorefightwithhispride,andhegotbody—
  wornandheart—sickoverit。Ofcoursehewasworsted,andintheend,fromsheerweakness,hewentbacktoheroncemore。
  IshallneverseeanotherfacelikehiswhenGraysoncamebackthatlasttime。
  Inevernoticedbeforethatthereweresilverhairsabouthistemples。Hestayedinhisroom,andhadhismealssenttohim。Hecameoutonlytoride,andthenatnight。Wakingthethirdmorningatdaybreak,Isawhimthroughthewindowgallopingpast,andIknewhehadspentthenightonBlackMountain。IwenttohisroomassoonasIgotup,andGraysonwaslyingacrosshisbedwithhisfacedown,hisclotheson,andinhisrighthandwasarevolver。IreeledintoachairbeforeIhadstrengthenoughtobendoverhim,andwhenIdidI
  foundhimasleep。Ilefthimashewas,andIneverlethimknowthatIhadbeentohisroom;butIgothimoutontherockagainthatnight,andIturnedourtalkagaintosuicide。Isaiditwassmall,mean,cowardly,criminal,contemptible!Iwassavagelyinearnest,andGraysonshiveredandsaidnotaword。Ithoughthewasinbettermindafterthat。Wegottotakingnightridesagain,andIstayedascloselytohimasIcould,fortimesgotworseandtroublewasuponeverybody。Notesfellthickerthansnowflakes,and,throughthefoolishpolicyofthecompany,foreclosureshadtobemade。Graysonwenttothewallliketherestofus。Iaskedhimwhathehaddonewiththemoneyhehadmade。Hehadgivenawayagreatdealtopoorerkindred;hehadpaidhisdeadfather’sdebts;hehadplayedawayagooddeal,andhehadlosttherest。Hisfaithwasstillimperturbable。Hehadadozenrectanglesof``dirt,’’andfromthese,hesaid,itwouldallcomebacksomeday。Still,hefeltthesuddenpovertykeenly,buthefaceditashedidanyotherphysicalfactinlife——dauntless。Heusedtobefondofsayingthatnoonethingcouldmakehimmiserable。Buthewouldtalkwithmockingearnestnessaboutsomemuch—
  dreadedcombination;andafavoritephraseofhis——whichgottohavepeculiarsignificance——was``thecohortsofhell,’’
  whoclosedinonhimwhenhewassickandweak,andwhofellbackwhenhegotwell。Hehadonestrangehabit,too,fromwhichIgotcomfort。Hewoulddeliberatelywalkintoanddefyanytemptationthatbesethim。Thatwasthewayhestrengthenedhimself,hesaid。Iknewwhathistemptationwasnow,andIthoughtofthishabitwhenIfoundhimasleepwithhisrevolver,andIgothopefromitnow,whenthedreadedcombination(whateverthatwas)seemedactuallytohavecome。
  Icouldseenowthathegotworsedaily。Hestoppedhismockeries,hisoccasionalfitsofrecklessgayety。Hestoppedpoker——resolutely——hecouldn’taffordtolosenow;and,whatpuzzledme,hestoppeddrinking。Themansimplylookedtired,alwayshopelesslytired;
  andIcouldbelievehimsincereinallhisfoolishtalkabouthisblessedNirvana:
  whichwasthepeacehecraved,whichwasendenoughforhim。
  Winterbroke。Maydrewnear;andoneafternoon,whenGraysonandItookourwalkupthroughtheGap,hecarriedalongahugespy—glassofmine,whichhadbelongedtoafamousolddesperado,whowatchedhisenemieswithitfromthemountain—tops。Webothhelpedcapturehim,andIdefendedhim。Hewassentencedtohang——theglasswasmyfee。
  WesatdownoppositeBeeRock,andforthefirsttimeGraysontoldmeofthatlastscenewithher。Hespokewithoutbitterness,andhetoldmewhatshesaid,wordforword,withoutabreathofblameforher。Idonotbelievethathejudgedheratall;shedidnotknow——
  healwayssaid;shedidnotKNOW;andthen,whenIopenedmylips,Graysonreachedsilentlyformywrist,andIcanfeelagainthewarningcrushofhisfingers,andIsaynothingagainsthernow。
  IaskedGraysonwhathisanswerwas。
  ``Iaskedher,’’hesaid,solemnly,``ifshehadeverseenapurplerhododendron。’’
  Ialmostlaughed,picturingthescene——thegirlbewilderedbyhisabsurdquestion——
  Graysoncalm,superblycourteous。
  Itwasamentalpeculiarityofhis——thisirrelevancy——anditwaslikehimtoendamatteroflifeanddeathinjustthatway。
  ``ItoldherIshouldsendherone。
  Iamwaitingforthemtocomeout,’’headded;andhelaybackwithhisheadagainstastoneandsightedthetelescopeonadizzypoint,aboutwhichbuzzardswerecircling。
  ``Thereisjustonebushofrhododendronupthere,’’hewenton。``IsawitlookingdownfromthePointlastspring。
  IimagineitmustblossomearlierthanthatacrossthereonBeeRock,beingalwaysinthesun。No,it’snotbuddingyet,’’headded,withhiseyetotheglass。
  ``Youseethatledgejusttotheleft?I
  droppedabigrockfromthePointsquareonarattlerwhowassunninghimselftherelastspring。Icanseeafootholdallthewayupthecliff。Itcanbedone,’’
  heconcluded,inatonethatmademeturnsharplyuponhim。
  ``Doyoureallymeantoclimbupthere?’’Iasked,harshly。
  ``Ifitblossomsfirstupthere——I’llgetitwhereitbloomsfirst。’’InamomentIwasangryandhalfsickwithsuspicion,forIknewhisobstinacy;andthenbeganwhatIamhalfashamedtotell。
  EverydaythereafterGraysontookthatglasswithhim,andIwentalongtohumorhim。IwatchedBeeRock,andhethatonebushatthethroatofthepeak——neitherofustalkingoverthematteragain。Itwasuncanny,thatrivalry——sunandwindinonespot,sunandwindinanother——Natureherselfcastingthefateofahalf—crazedfoolwithaflower。Itwasutterlyabsurd,butIgotnervousoverit——apprehensive,dismal。
  Aweeklateritrainedfortwodays,andthewaterwashigh。Thenextdaythesunshone,andthatafternoonGraysonsmiled,lookingthroughtheglass,andhandedittome。IknewwhatIshouldsee。Onepurplecluster,fullblown,wasshakinginthewind。
  GraysonwasleaningbackinadreamwhenIlettheglassdown。Acoolbreathfromthewoodsbehindusbroughttheodorofrootsandofblackearth;upintheleavesandsunlightsomewhereawood—thrushwassinging,andIsawinGrayson’sfacewhatIhadnotseenforalongtime,andthatwaspeace——thepeaceofstubbornpurpose。Hedidnotcomeformethenextday,northenext;
  butthenexthedid,earlierthanusual。
  ``Iamgoingtogetthatrhododendron,’’
  hesaid。``Ihavebeenhalf—wayup——itcanbereached。’’SohadIbeenhalf—wayup。Withnerveandagilitytheflowercouldbegot,andboththeseGraysonhad。Ifhehadwantedtoclimbupthereanddrop,hecouldhavedoneitalone,andhewouldhaveknownthatIshouldhavefoundhim。Graysonwastestinghimselfagain,and,angrywithhimfortheabsurdityofthethingandwithmyselfforhumoringit,butstillnotsureofhim,Ipickedupmyhatandwent。IsworetomyselfsilentlythatitwasthelasttimeIshouldpayanyheedtohiswhims。Ibelievedthiswouldbethelast。Theaffairwiththegirlwasover。Theflowersent,IknewGraysonwouldnevermentionhernameagain。
  Naturewasradiantthatafternoon。
  ThemountainshadtheleafyluxurianceofJune,andarich,sunlithazedrowsedonthembetweentheshadowsstartingoutoverthevalleyandthecloudssowhitethattheblueoftheskylookeddark。TwoeaglesshotacrossthemouthoftheGapaswenearedit,andhighbeyondbuzzardsweresailingoverGrayson’srhododendron。
  IwentuptheravinewithhimandIclimbedupbehindhim——Graysongoingverydeliberatelyandwhistlingsoftly。Hecalleddowntomewhenhereachedtheshelfthatlookedhalf—way。
  ``Youmustn’tcomeanyfartherthanthis,’’hesaid。``GetoutonthatrockandI’lldropthemdowntoyou。’’
  Thenhejumpedfromtheledgeandcaughtthebodyofasmalltreeclosetotheroots,andmyheartsankatsuchrecklessnessandallmyfearsroseagain。
  Iscrambledhastilytotheledge,butI
  couldgetnofarther。Imightpossiblymakethejumphehadmade——buthowshouldIevergetback?Howwouldhe?Icalledangrilyafterhimnow,andhewouldn’tanswerme。Icalledhimafool,acoward;Istampedtheledgelikeachild——butGraysonkepton,footafterhand,withstealthycaution,andthepurpleclusternoddingdownathimmademyheadwhirl。I
  hadtoliedowntokeepfromtumblingfromtheledge;andthereonmyside,grippingapinebush,Ilaylookingupathim。Hewasclosetotheflowersnow,andjustbeforehetookthelastupwardstepheturnedandlookeddownthatawfulheightwithascalmafaceasthoughhecouldhavedroppedandfloatedunhurttotheravinebeneath。
  Thenwithhislefthandhecaughttheledgetotheleft,strainedup,and,holdingthus,reachedoutwithhisright。
  Thehandclosedaboutthecluster,andthetwigwasbroken。Graysongaveagreatshoutthen。Heturnedhisheadasthoughtodropthem,and,thatfaraway,Iheardthesibilantwhirofrattles。Isawasnake’screstwithinayardofhisface,and,myGod!IsawGraysonloosehislefthandtoguardit!
  Thesnakestruckathisarm,andGraysonreeledandcaughtbackonceattheledgewithhislefthand。Hecaughtonce,Isay,todohimfulljustice;then,withoutaword,hedropped——andI
  sweartherewasasmileonhisfacewhenheshotdownpastmeintothetrees。
  Ifoundhimdownthereintheravinewithnearlyeveryboneinhisbodycrushed。Hisleftarmwasunderhim,andoutstretchedinhisrighthandwastheshatteredcluster,witheveryblossomgonebutone。Onewhitehalfofhisfacewasunmarked,andonitwasstilltheshadowofasmile。IthinkitmeantmorethanthatGraysonbelievedthathewasnearpeaceatlast。ItmeantthatFatehaddonethedeedforhimandthathewasglad。Whetherhewouldhavedoneithimself,Idonotknow;andthatiswhyIsaythatthoughGraysonbroughttheflowerdown——smilingfrompeaktoravine——
  Idonotknowthathewasnot,afterall,acoward。
  ThatnightIwrotetothewomaninKentucky。ItoldherthatGraysonhadfallenfromacliffwhileclimbingforflowers;andthathewasdead。
  Alongwiththesewords,Isentapurplerhododendron。