Part 7 (1/2)
Baggott was the chief executor of the late gambler and mightily puffed up with the pride and dignity of his office. Gentleman Geoff's private papers were few and carefully indited, their instructions unmistakably clear. Under them, Baggott sold the Blue Chip scrupulously to the highest bidder, although it broke his heart to see Limasito's proudest inst.i.tution pa.s.s into the hands of a Tampico syndicate. He placed the two hundred thousand, American, which the establishment brought, unreservedly to Billie's account.
”If you ain't of age, n.o.body knows the difference,” he announced.
”Gentleman Geoff left word it was to go 'to my daughter, known as Billie,' and there you are. The money's your'n, and it's up to you to do what you like with it.”
Bewildered and numb in her first contact with poignant grief, the girl had taken up her temporary abode at Henry Bailey's fruit ranch, a mile or two out on the Calle Rivera, where his buxom wife, Sallie, mothered her to her heart's content.
Thode rode out each day to see her, but a new inexplicable shyness in Billie's att.i.tude toward him made his task still more difficult and he deferred the question of her future in sheer funk. The magnitude of her fortune, too, was a stumbling-block. The girl knew nothing of him save what intuition had taught her. What if she a.s.sumed that his object were to gain control of her estate? The thought maddened him into action at length and one day as they cantered slowly back from a visit to the little Jose, he forced the issue.
”Billie, have you thought of the future, of what you will do?” he asked.
”Oh, yes.” The reply was prompt and decisive. ”I can't tell you, Mr.
Thode, or anyone, but I've got something to do, something big, and I've made up my mind to see it through. It's just as much an inheritance from Dad as the money and I mean to let nothing stand in my way.”
There was a grim earnestness in her tone which made him glance curiously at her.
”You are sure you can't tell me, and let me help, whatever it is?” he asked gently.
Billie shook her head.
”It's my job. I'll have my work cut out for me, I expect, but n.o.body else can share it. I've got to play a lone hand, but when it's over, I--I don't know. I haven't made any plans beyond that.”
”But surely you don't intend to remain here in Limasito all your life?”
”Why not?” She shot a swift glance at him. ”It was good enough for Dad.”
”But not for you. That's the point. I--I had a talk with your father just before he died, and he wants you to go away; to travel and study and mingle with people of your own kind.”
”Aren't these my kind?” Hot loyalty blazed in her tone. ”They're all the friends I have in the world, the folks right here in Limasito, and all I want! What would I do among a lot of city people; stuck-up sn.o.bs who don't know I'm alive? I wouldn't even know how to talk to them, or what fork to eat with, and what's more, I wouldn't care. Why, I haven't even got a second name! 'Gentleman Geoff's Billie' would look well in the society papers, wouldn't it? No, thanks! I'll stick to the folks I know and--and care for!”
”But they're not all sn.o.bs, Billie, just because some of their ways are different from yours. I have a sister who can play a stiff game of poker and ride as well as you. Edna spends most of her time out in the open, and nothing feazes her. You would get on beautifully with her and I thought perhaps you would let me take you to her, sometime.”
Billie was silent. She was staring straight ahead of her, into the vista above her pinto's ears, and had Thode looked at her he would have seen a quick flush mantle her face, but he was occupied by his own problem.
”You are different, you know, from the people about here; or anywhere else for that matter, Billie. I--I've never met a girl like you, so brave and true and wonderful! I want to take you away from all this and show you how different the world can be. What does it matter about your name? You are you, and that's all that counts. Everyone will love you, they couldn't help it!----” He rushed on heedlessly, oblivious to any ulterior construction which might be put upon his words, intent only on a.s.suring her of her welcome in the place which her father had said was her rightful one, and in convincing her of his disinterested friends.h.i.+p.
”I told your father that if you were willing I would gladly take you to my sister, and we would all do our best to make you happy.” He reddened, in his turn. ”Please, don't misunderstand; no one will ever attempt to advise or suggest anything concerning the disposal of your fortune, it is only that you must have, as your father said, the best of everything; all that you have missed.”
”Oh, don't talk of the money, please!” She stopped him with a swift gesture. ”I do understand, but I--I don't want to say anything now.
Maybe you'll change your mind. You were shocked, you remember, when I told you Dad ran the Blue Chip, and you might be sorry you--you tried to make your sister friends with a gambler's daughter, without a family name. Besides, I've got a trust to perform, don't forget that. When it's finished, perhaps--but let's wait until then.”
He was well content to acquiesce, relieved that she had taken his suggestion in good faith without impugning his motive. Had he dreamed of the meaning she had read into his offer, his awakening would have been illuminating.
On the following day Billie put her newly acquired wealth to its first use. She cantered away from the Casa de Limas on her pinto without taking the Baileys into her confidence, and at sundown careened in at the gate in a battered touring car, the bewildered pony following on a rope behind.
”Land alive!” Sallie ran out in the yard with Chevalita, the criada, at her heels. ”I didn't know you could run an automobile, Billie!”
”I couldn't this morning,” Billie responded through set lips as she grazed the hitching-post and came to a stop with a grinding jerk which all but precipitated her through the cracked wind s.h.i.+eld. ”I've got to get the hang of this in a couple of days or die trying. I'm going on a little trip.”
”Where to?” Sallie circled slowly around the dilapidated vehicle.