Presentlythestranger,seemingsatisfiedwithhisobservation,leanedbackinhisseat,half-closedhiseyes,andbegansoftlytowhistlethe“SpringSong“fromProserpine,thecantatathatadozenyearsbeforehadmadeitsyoungcomposerfamousinanight。EveretthadheardthataironguitarsinOldMexico,onmandolinsatcollegeglees,oncottageorgansinNewEnglandhamlets,andonlytwoweeksagohehadhearditplayedonsleighbellsatavarietytheaterinDenver。Therewasliterallynowayofescapinghisbrother’sprecocity。AdriancecouldliveontheothersideoftheAtlantic,wherehisyouthfulindiscretionswereforgotteninhismatureachievements,buthisbrotherhadneverbeenabletooutrunProserpine,andherehefounditagainintheColoradosandhills。NotthatEverettwasexactlyashamedofProserpine;onlyamanofgeniuscouldhavewrittenit,butitwasthesortofthingthatamanofgeniusoutgrowsassoonashecan。
Everettunbentatrifleandsmiledathisneighboracrosstheaisle。Immediatelythelargemanroseand,comingover,droppedintotheseatfacingHilgarde,extendinghiscard。
“Dustyride,isn’tit?Idon’tminditmyself;I’musedtoit。Bornandbredindebriarpatch,likeBr’erRabbit。I’vebeentryingtoplaceyouforalongtime;IthinkImusthavemetyoubefore。“
“Thankyou,“saidEverett,takingthecard;“mynameisHilgarde。You’veprobablymetmybrother,Adriance;peopleoftenmistakemeforhim。“
Thetravelingmanbroughthishanddownuponhiskneewithsuchvehemencethatthesolitaireblazed。
“SoIwasrightafterall,andifyou’renotAdrianceHilgarde,you’rehisdouble。IthoughtIcouldn’tbemistaken。
Seenhim?Well,Iguess!InevermissedoneofhisrecitalsattheAuditorium,andheplayedthepianoscoreofProserpine
throughtousonceattheChicagoPressClub。IusedtobeontheCommercialtherebeforeI146begantotravelforthepublishingdepartmentoftheconcern。Soyou’reHilgarde’sbrother,andhereI’verunintoyouatthejumping-offplace。
Soundslikeanewspaperyarn,doesn’tit?“
ThetravelingmanlaughedandofferedEverettacigar,andpliedhimwithquestionsontheonlysubjectthatpeopleeverseemedtocaretotalktoEverettabout。AtlengththesalesmanandthetwogirlsalightedataColoradowaystation,andEverettwentontoCheyennealone。
ThetrainpulledintoCheyenneatnineo’clock,latebyamatteroffourhoursorso;butnooneseemedparticularlyconcernedatitstardinessexceptthestationagent,whogrumbledatbeingkeptintheofficeovertimeonasummernight。WhenEverettalightedfromthetrainhewalkeddowntheplatformandstoppedatthetrackcrossing,uncertainastowhatdirectionheshouldtaketoreachahotel。Aphaetonstoodnearthecrossing,andawomanheldthereins。Shewasdressedinwhite,andherfigurewasclearlysilhouettedagainstthecushions,thoughitwastoodarktoseeherface。Everetthadscarcelynoticedher,whentheswitchenginecamepuffingupfromtheoppositedirection,andtheheadlightthrewastrongglareoflightonhisface。Suddenlythewomaninthephaetonutteredalowcryanddroppedthereins。Everettstartedforwardandcaughtthehorse’shead,buttheanimalonlylifteditsearsandwhiskeditstailinimpatientsurprise。Thewomansatperfectlystill,herheadsunkbetweenhershouldersandherhandkerchiefpressedtoherface。Anotherwomancameoutofthedepotandhurriedtowardthephaeton,crying,“Katharine,dear,whatisthematter?“
Everetthesitatedamomentinpainfulembarrassment,thenliftedhishatandpassedon。Hewasaccustomedtosuddenrecognitionsinthemostimpossibleplaces,especiallybywomen,butthiscryoutofthenighthadshakenhim。
WhileEverettwasbreakfastingthenextmorning,theheadwaiterleanedoverhischairtomurmurthattherewasagentlemanwaitingtoseehimintheparlor。Everettfinishedhiscoffeeandwentinthedirectionindicated,wherehefoundhisvisitorrestlesslypacingthefloor。Hiswholemannerbetrayedahighdegreeofagitation,thoughhisphysiquewasnotthatofamanwhosenerveslienearthesurface。Hewassomethingbelowmediumheight,square-shoulderedandsolidlybuilt。Histhick,closelycuthairwasbeginningtoshowgrayabouttheears,andhisbronzedfacewasheavilylined。Hissquarebrownhandswerelockedbehindhim,andheheldhisshoulderslikeamanconsciousofresponsibilities;
yet,asheturnedtogreetEverett,therewasanincongruousdiffidenceinhisaddress。
“Goodmorning,Mr。Hilgarde,“hesaid,extendinghishand;
“Ifoundyournameonthehotelregister。MynameisGaylord。
I’mafraidmysisterstartledyouatthestationlastnight,Mr。
Hilgarde,andI’vecomearoundtoapologize。“
“Ah!Theyoungladyinthephaeton?I’msureIdidn’tknowwhetherIhadanythingtodowithheralarmornot。IfIdid,itisIwhoowetheapology。“
Themancoloredalittleunderthedarkbrownofhisface。
“Oh,it’snothingyoucouldhelp,sir,Ifullyunderstandthat。Yousee,mysisterusedtobeapupilofyourbrother’s,anditseemsyoufavorhim;andwhentheswitchenginethrewalightonyourfaceitstartledher。“
Everettwheeledaboutinhischair。“Oh!KatharineGaylord!
Isitpossible!Nowit’syouwhohavegivenmeaturn。Why,I
usedtoknowherwhenIwasaboy。Whatonearth——“
“Isshedoinghere?“saidGaylord,grimlyfillingoutthepause。“You’vegotattheheartofthematter。Youknewmysisterhadbeeninbadhealthforalongtime?“
“No,Ihadneverheardawordofthat。ThelastIknewofhershewassinginginLondon。MybrotherandIcorrespondinfrequentlyandseldomgetbeyondfamilymatters。Iamdeeplysorrytohearthis。TherearemorereasonswhyIamconcernedthanIcantellyou。“
ThelinesinCharleyGaylord’sbrowrelaxedalittle。
“WhatI’mtryingtosay,Mr。Hilgarde,isthatshewantstoseeyou。Ihatetoaskyou,butshe’ssosetonit。Weliveseveralmilesoutoftown,butmyrig’sbelow,andIcantakeyououtanytimeyoucango。“
“Icangonow,anditwillgivemerealpleasuretodoso,“saidEverett,quickly。“I’llgetmyhatandbewithyouinamoment。“
WhenhecamedownstairsEverettfoundacartatthedoor,andCharleyGaylorddrewalongsighofreliefashegatheredupthereinsandsettledbackintohisownelement。
“Yousee,IthinkI’dbettertellyousomethingaboutmysisterbeforeyouseeher,andIdon’tknowjustwheretobegin。
ShetraveledinEuropewithyourbrotherandhiswife,andsangatalotofhisconcerts;butIdon’tknowjusthowmuchyouknowabouther。“
“Verylittle,exceptthatmybrotheralwaysthoughtherthemostgiftedofhispupils,andthatwhenIknewhershewasveryyoungandverybeautifulandturnedmyheadsadlyforawhile。“
EverettsawthatGaylord’smindwasquiteengrossedbyhisgrief。Hewaswroughtuptothepointwherehisreserveandsenseofproportionhadquitelefthim,andhistroublewastheonevitalthingintheworld。“That’sthewholething,“hewenton,flickinghishorseswiththewhip。
“Shewasagreatwoman,asyousay,andshedidn’tcomeofagreatfamily。Shehadtofightherownwayfromthefirst。ShegottoChicago,andthentoNewYork,andthentoEurope,whereshewentuplikelightning,andgotatasteforitall;andnowshe’sdyingherelikearatinahole,outofherownworld,andshecan’tfallbackintoours。We’vegrownapart,someway——
milesandmilesapart——andI’mafraidshe’sfearfullyunhappy。“
“It’saverytragicstorythatyouaretellingme,Gaylord,“
saidEverett。Theywerewelloutintothecountrynow,spinningalongoverthedustyplainsofredgrass,withtheragged-blueoutlineofthemountainsbeforethem。
“Tragic!“criedGaylord,startingupinhisseat,“myGod,man,nobodywilleverknowhowtragic。It’satragedyIlivewithandeatwithandsleepwith,untilI’velostmygriponeverything。
Youseeshehadmadeagoodbitofmoney,butshespentitallgoingtohealthresorts。It’sherlungs,youknow。I’vegotmoneyenoughtosendheranywhere,butthedoctorsallsayit’snouse。
Shehasn’ttheghostofachance。It’sjustgettingthroughthedaysnow。Ihadnonotionshewashalfsobadbeforeshecametome。Shejustwrotethatshewasallrundown。Nowthatshe’shere,Ithinkshe’dbehappieranywhereunderthesun,butshewon’tleave。Shesaysit’seasiertoletgooflifehere,andthattogoEastwouldbedyingtwice。TherewasatimewhenIwasabrakemanwitharunoutofBirdCity,Iowa,andshewasalittlethingIcouldcarryonmyshoulder,whenIcouldgethereverythingonearthshewanted,andshehadn’tawishmy$80amonthdidn’tcover;andnow,whenI’vegotalittlepropertytogether,Ican’tbuyheranight’ssleep!“
Everettsawthat,whateverCharleyGaylord’spresentstatusintheworldmightbe,hehadbroughtthebrakeman’sheartuptheladderwithhim,andthebrakeman’sfrankavowalofsentiment。
PresentlyGaylordwenton:
“Youcanunderstandhowshehasoutgrownherfamily。We’reallaprettycommonsort,railroadersfromawayback。Myfatherwasaconductor。Hediedwhenwewerekids。Maggie,myothersister,wholiveswithme,wasatelegraphoperatorherewhileI
wasgettingmygriponthings。Wehadnoeducationtospeakof。
IhavetohireastenographerbecauseIcan’tspellstraight——theAlmightycouldn’tteachmetospell。ThethingsthatmakeuplifetoKateareallGreektome,andthere’sscarcelyapointwherewetouchanymore,exceptinourrecollectionsoftheoldtimeswhenwewereallyoungandhappytogether,andKatesanginachurchchoirinBirdCity。ButIbelieve,Mr。Hilgarde,thatifshecanseejustonepersonlikeyou,whoknowsaboutthethingsandpeopleshe’sinterestedin,itwillgiveherabouttheonlycomfortshecanhavenow。“