Part 10 (1/2)

”I don't hear the wind.”

”It is a low wind, but it will soon be high.”

”The smoke hurts my eyes. You have put on too much wood at once.”

”And we must stay till it burns out to keep the house from catching fire.”

”Oh, the moon is out. I must go now.”

”I will go with you.”

”Take me to the straight road, and then I will go alone.”

He took the pan between two sticks, and threw it far out upon the wet gra.s.s. A flock of sheep pattered by. ”Sheep always run past a haunted house,” he said, leading her to the road.

”Is this place haunted?” she asked, looking back.

”Yes, by a young man who drowned himself in the lake.”

”Why did he drown himself?”

”On account of a young woman who lived here.”

She laughed at the cowboy's impromptu lie. ”He was foolish to drown himself. Let us walk fast now. Mrs. Goodwin will be much afraid for me.

Can you not walk faster?”

When they reached the corners, where a broad road crossed their path, she turned to him and said: ”I know where I am now. This is my road, and I am not far. I thank you ever so much, and I bid you good-night.” She fled swiftly down the road, and he stood there long after she had faded from sight.

CHAPTER VIII.

THE GOSSIPERS.

The low place where Milford hoed the young corn was not far from Mrs.

Stuvic's, and more than once during the forenoon he went to the top of the rise and looked toward the house. He saw George out in the road, teaching his wife to ride a wheel, saw the Dutch girl driving the turkeys out of the garden, heard the old woman shout for the pony-cart to take her to the town of Waukegan, but saw nothing of the young woman who had filled his sleep with dreams. He returned to his work, chopping the stubborn clods, the heat growing fiercer with the approach of noon, the wet land steaming. Of a sudden, he cursed his hoe, and threw it from him. ”But I've got to do it,” he said, and resumed his labor. George came across the field.

”Well, sir,” said he, ”I didn't go back to town this morning as I laid out to do, and now I'm like a fish out of water. Just as I got ready to go, my wife misunderstood something I said, and then it was all off. A man's a fool to leave his wife with a misunderstanding in her head.

Everything ought to be smoothed over before he goes. One morning, not long ago, I scolded the boy at the breakfast table, and he was crying when I left the house. I got on the car and tried to read a newspaper, but couldn't. And, sir, I hopped off the car, took another one back, and made it up with him. He had forgotten all about it, but I hadn't. We were all pretty well stirred up over the 'peach' last night. Got caught out in the rain, and we thought the doctor's wife would have a fit. And at the breakfast table this morning, she gave an account of herself. Oh, she's straightforward. She said you entertained her with a fire.”

”A flash in the pan,” said Milford.

”Well, I don't know as to that, for when there's a flash in the pan there's no report, but I guess you'll hear report enough when you meet those women over at the house. They've made a love affair out of it--they say you're treating a certain young woman shamefully. Oh, they've got it all fixed up to suit themselves. They told the 'peach'

you were engaged, and that she's wrong to encourage you.”

”The devil they did!” Milford shouted. ”What right have they got to presume----”

”It's not presuming on the part of a woman, my dear fellow; it's a natural conclusion. The girl couldn't say a thing. She stammered, and finally she stormed. She said it was nothing to her if you were engaged to a thousand women. She threatened to leave, and then the women apologized. And about that time I decided that I wouldn't go to town to-day.”