Part 12 (1/2)

”Oh, but the Bishop will see to that,” the little woman answered.

Mrs. O'Shaughnessy asked her if she had still to work as hard as she used to.

”No, I don't believe I do,” she said, ”for since Mr. D---- has been Bishop, things come easier. He built this house with his own money, so Deb has nothing to do with it.”

I asked her if she thought she was as happy as ”second” as she would be if she was the _only_ wife.

”Oh, I don't know,” she said, ”perhaps not. Deb and me don't always agree. She is jealous of the children and because I am younger, and I get to feeling bad when I think she is perfectly safe as a wife and has no cares. She has everything she wants, and I have to take what I can get, and my children have to wait upon her. But it will all come right somewhere, sometime,” she ended cheerfully, as she wiped her eyes with her ap.r.o.n.

I felt so sorry for her and so ashamed to have seen into her sorrow that I was really glad next morning when I heard Mr. Beeler's cheerful voice calling, ”All aboard!”

We had just finished breakfast, and few would ever guess that Mrs.

D---- knew a trial; she was so cheerful and so cordial as she bade us good-bye and urged us to stop with her every time we pa.s.sed through.

About noon that day we reached the railroad. The snow had delayed the train farther north, so for once we were glad to have to wait for a train, as it gave us time to get a bite to eat and to wash up a bit. It was not long, however, till we were comfortably seated in the train. I think a train ride might not be so enjoyable to most, but to us it was a delight; I even enjoyed looking at the Negro porter, although I suspect he expected to be called Mister. I found very soon after coming West that I must not say ”Uncle” or ”Aunty” as I used to at home.

It was not long until they called the name of the town at which we wanted to stop. Mrs. O'Shaughnessy had a few acquaintances there, but we went to a hotel. We were both tired, so as soon as we had supper we went to bed. The house we stopped at was warmer and more comfortable than the average hotel in the West, but the part.i.tions were very thin, so when a couple of ”punchers,” otherwise cowboys, took the room next to ours, we could hear every word they said.

It appears that one was English and the other a tenderfoot. The tenderfoot was in love with a girl who had filed on a homestead near the ranch on which he was employed, but who was then a waitress in the hotel we were at. She had not seemed kind to the tenderfoot and he was telling his friend about it. The Englishman was trying to instruct him as to how to proceed.

”You need to be _very_ circ.u.mspect, Johnny, where females are concerned, but you mustn't be too danged timid either.”

”I don't know what the devil to say to her; I can barely nod my head when she asks me will I take tea or coffee; and to-night she mixed it because I nodded yes when she said, 'tea or coffee,' and it was the dangdest mess I ever tried to get outside of.”

”Well,” the friend counseled, ”you just get her into a corner some'eres and say to 'er, 'Dearest 'Attie, I hoffer you my 'and hand my 'eart.'”

”But I _can't_,” wailed Johnny. ”I could never get her into a corner anyway.”

”If you can't, you're not hold enough to marry then. What the 'ell would you do with a woman in the 'ouse if you couldn't corner 'er? I tell 'e, women 'ave to 'ave a master, and no man better tackle that job until 'e can be sure 'e can make 'er walk the chalk-line.”

”But I don't want her to walk any line; I just want her to speak to me.”

”Dang me if I don't believe you are locoed. Why, she's got 'e throwed hand 'og-tied now. What d'e want to make it any worse for?”

They talked for a long time and the Englishman continued to have trouble with his _h_'s; but at last Johnny was encouraged to ”corner 'er” next morning before they left for their ranch.

We expected to be astir early anyway, and our curiosity impelled us to see the outcome of the friend's counsel, so we were almost the first in the dining-room next morning. A rather pretty girl was busy arranging the tables, and soon a boyish-looking fellow, wearing great bat-wing chaps, came in and stood warming himself at the stove.

I knew at once it was Johnny, and I saw ”'Attie” blush. The very indifference with which she treated him argued well for his cause, but of course he didn't know that. So when she pa.s.sed by him and her skirt caught on his big spurs they both stooped at once to unfasten it; their heads. .h.i.t together with such a b.u.mp that the ice was broken, although he seemed to think it was her skull. I am sure there ought to be a thaw after all his apologies. After breakfast Mrs. O'Shaughnessy went out to see her friend Cormac O'Toole. He was the only person in town we could hope to get a team from with which to continue our journey. This is a hard country on horses at best, and at this time of the year particularly so; few will let their teams go out at any price, but Mrs.

O'Shaughnessy had hopes, and she is so persuasive that I felt no one could resist her. There was a drummer at breakfast who kept ”cussing”

the country. He had tried to get a conveyance and had failed; so the cold, the snow, the people, and everything else disgusted him.

Soon Mrs. O'Shaughnessy returned, and as the drummer was trying to get out to E----, and that was our destination also, she made her way toward him, intending to invite him to ride with us. She wore over her best clothes an old coat that had once belonged to some one of her men friends. It had once been bearskin, but was now more _bare_ skin, so her appearance was against her; she looked like something with the mange. So Mr. Drummer did not wait to hear what she was going to say but at once exclaimed, ”No, madam, I cannot let you ride out with me. I can't get a rig myself in this beastly place.” Then he turned to a man standing near and remarked, ”These Western women are so bold they don't hesitate to _demand_ favors.”

Mrs. O'Shaughnessy's eyes fairly snapped, but she said nothing. I think she took a malicious delight in witnessing the drummer's chagrin when a few moments later our comfortable sleigh and good strong team appeared.