Part 59 (1/2)
”A penny for your thoughts,” she said.
”They're worth a million dollars,” Joe a.s.serted. ”I'm thinking about you.”
She smiled knowingly, ”Do you miss Missouri, Joe?”
”Can't say I do.”
”Wouldn't you like to do other things?”
”What are you driving at?”
”In Missouri you used to go to Tenney's store nights and have a talk with the men. Here all you do is work from dawn to dark. Isn't it monotonous?”
”Why no,” he said. ”No it isn't, and the only reason I have to work sixteen hours a day is because there's much to do. Next year we'll be pretty well set and I can go hunting or fis.h.i.+ng now and again with Ellis and Tad.”
”But don't you miss your friends in Missouri?”
He thought of the men he'd known in Missouri: John Geragty, the Garrows, Pete Domley, Les Tenney, Percy Pearl, Tom Abend, Fellers Compton. No doubt they were still gathering in Tenney's store every night to discuss whatever the current topic might be. Here there were no near neighbors, but there was, instead, the nearness of each member of his family. The warm and wonderful togetherness that had been cemented during their long journey. This was better, this was more real, and Joe knew he'd rather be here.
”I'd like to see them, if that's what you mean. But I wouldn't go back.”
Barbara and Ellis came in, hand in hand, Joe smiled. They were so young, so in love, and so obviously happy. Joe said with mock severity,
”Better give her hand back and get to bed, Ellis. Tomorrow we start on the stable.”
”Tomorrow,” Ellis said, ”you'll have to work on the stable yourself.”
”Are you running out on me?”
”Just to Camp Axton. I must see a man there.”
”What man?”
”The chaplain.” Ellis's whole face smiled and Barbara blushed. ”We're getting married on the fifteenth.”
”Honey!”
Emma rose and crushed her daughter in a maternal embrace. Joe sat bolt upright, sobered and a bit anxious, and wondered why he should be. He had known since New Year's that Barbara and Ellis would be married, but it hadn't seemed real until now. Then he grinned happily; he'd always wondered how it would feel to be a grandfather. He rose and wrung Ellis's hand.
”Good for you, son! Hey! The fifteenth! That's only a couple of weeks!”
”We know.”
They stood together, a little abashed and a little uncertain but wholly proud. Joe sat down to think. The father of the bride had certain duties but he hadn't the faintest idea of what they were. As soon as they were alone he must ask Emma; she'd probably know. But Joe was certain that a wedding present was in order. He racked his brains wondering what he had to give, and could think of nothing appropriate. Then he thought of Henry Winterson's huge horse. Ellis had his Kentucky thoroughbred, but except in emergency such a horse should be saved for saddle work only, and Ellis needed a team. Maybe Winterson would sell his or perhaps he had spare horses that he would sell reasonably. If not, Joe would promise the youngsters a team of mules and buy them as soon as he sold some crops and had enough money. Right now neither of the young people looked as though they were worried about wedding presents, and they could get along. Ellis was welcome to use Joe's mules.
The next day Joe worked alone and Ellis returned shortly before twilight. The chaplain had promised to come on the fifteenth and some of the soldiers were coming too. They'd seen Barbara during her short stay at Camp Axton, and they wouldn't miss a chance to kiss this bride. There was sure to be a party and Barbara and Emma made great preparations for it. Mere men around the house became very unimportant, but that, Joe decided, was the way things should be.
The next week, as he had promised, Henry Winterson brought his pretty young wife for a visit. They came in a light wagon drawn by the huge white horse and another, smaller animal. Despite the awkwardness of her body, there was a calm a.s.surance and easy poise about Martha Winterson that Joe warmed to at once. He knew that he would always be at ease with her.
”So glad you could come,” he greeted, ”and Emma will be happy to see you. Come on in--”
Before he finished speaking, Emma came out. She put a motherly hand around the other's shoulder.