Part 25 (1/2)

”Nancy Ellen never told a lie in her life,” said Kate. ”She has too much self-respect. What she said she THOUGHT was true. My only chance is that somebody has told her a lie. You know best if they did.”

”Of course they did,” he broke in, glibly. ”Haven't you lived in the same house with me long enough to know me better than any one else does?”

”You can live in the same house with people and know less about them than any one else, for that matter,” said Kate, ”but that's neither here nor there. We're in this together, we got to get on the job and pull, and make a success out of it that will make all of them proud to be our friends. That's the only thing left for me. As I know the Bates, once they make up their minds, they never change. With Nancy Ellen and Father both down on me, I'm a prodigal for sure.”

”What?” he cried, loudly. ”What? Is your father in this, too? Did he send you word you couldn't come home, either? This is a h.e.l.l of a mess! Speak up!”

Kate closed her lips, looked at him with deep scorn, and walked around the corner of the house. For a second he looked after her threateningly, then he sprang to his feet, and ran to her, catching her in his arms.

”Forgive me, dearest,” he cried. ”That took the wind out of my sails until I was a brute. You'd no business to SAY a thing like that. Of course we can't have the old Land King down on us. We've got to have our share of that land and money to buy us a fine home in Hartley, and fix me up the kind of an office I should have. We'll borrow a rig and drive over to-morrow and fix things solid with the old folks. You bet I'm a star-spangled old persuader, look what I did with you--”

”You stop!” cried Kate, breaking from his hold. ”You will drive me crazy! You're talking as if you married me expecting land and money from it. I haven't been home in a year, and my father would deliberately kill me if I went within his reach.”

”Well, score one for little old scratchin', pickin', Mammy!” he cried.

”She SAID you had a secret!”

Kate stood very still, looking at him so intently that a sense of shame must have stirred in his breast.

”Look here, Kate,” he said, roughly. ”Mother did say you had a secret, and she hinted at Christmas that the reason you didn't go home was because your folks were at outs with you, and you can ask her if I didn't tell her to shut up and leave you alone, that I was in love with you, and I'd marry you and we'd get along all right, even if you were barred from home, and didn't get a penny. I just dare you to ask her.”

”It's no matter,” said Kate, wearily. ”I'd rather take your word.”

”All right, you take it, for that's the truth,” he said. ”But what was the rumpus? How did you come to have a racket with your old man?”

”Over my wanting to teach,” said Kate. Then she explained in detail.

”Pother! Don't you fret about that!” said George. ”I'm taking care of you now, and I'll see that you soon get home and to Grays', too; that's all buncombe. As for your share of your father's estate, you watch me get it! You are his child, and there is law!”

”There's law that allows him to deed his land to his sons before he dies, and that is exactly what he has done,” said Kate.

”The Devil, you say!” shouted George Holt, stepping back to stare at her. ”You tell that at the Insane Asylum or the Feeble Minded Home!

I've seen the records! I know to the acre how much land stands in your father's name. Don't try to work that on me, my lady.”

”I am not trying to work anything on you,” said Kate, dully, wondering to herself why she listened, why she went on with it. ”I'm merely telling you. In Father's big chest at the head of his bed at home lies a deed for two hundred acres of land for each of his seven sons, all signed and ready to deliver. He keeps the land in his name on record to bring him distinction and feed his vanity. He makes the boys pay the taxes, and ko-tow, and help with his work; he keeps them under control; but the land is theirs; none of the girls get a penny's worth of it!”

George Holt cleared his face with an effort.

”Well, we are no worse off than the rest of them, then,” he said, trying to speak naturally and cheerfully. ”But don't you ever believe it! Little old Georgie will sleep with this in his night cap awhile, and it's a problem he will solve if he works himself to death on it.”

”But that is Father's affair,” said Kate. ”You had best turn your efforts, and lie awake nights thinking how to make enough money to buy some land for us, yourself.”

”Certainly! Certainly! I see myself doing it!” laughed George Holt.

”And now, knowing how you feel, and feeling none to good myself, we are going to take a few days off and go upstream, fis.h.i.+ng. I'll take a pack of comforts to sleep on, and the tackle and some food, and we will forget the whole bunch and go have a good time. There's a place, not so far away, where I have camped beside a spring since I was a little shaver, and it's quiet and cool. Go get what you can't possibly exist without, nothing more.”

”But we must dig the potatoes,” protested Kate.

”Let them wait until we get back; it's a trifle early, anyway,” he said. ”Stop objecting and get ready! I'll tell Aunt Ollie. We're chums. Whatever I do is always all right with her. Come on! This is our wedding trip. Not much like the one you had planned, no doubt, but one of some kind.”

So they slipped beneath the tangle of vines and bushes, and, following the stream of the ravine, they walked until mid-afternoon, when they reached a spot that was very lovely, a clear, clean spring, gra.s.sy bank, a sheltered cave-in floored with clean sand, warm and golden.

From the depths of the cave George brought an old frying pan and coffee pot. He spread a comfort on the sand of the cave for a bed, produced coffee, steak, bread, b.u.t.ter, and fruit from his load, and told Kate to make herself comfortable while he got dinner. They each tried to make allowances for, and to be as decent as possible with, the other, with the result that before they knew it, they were having a good time; at least, they were keeping the irritating things they thought to themselves, and saying only the pleasant ones.