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days the wind raised, whirling dead leaves before it, and
covering the earth with drifts of plum, cherry, and apple bloom,

like late falling snow. Then great black clouds came sweeping
across the sky, and massed above Rainbow Bottom. The lightning

flashed as if the heavens were being cracked open, and the
rolling thunder sent terror to the hearts of man and beast. When

the birds flew for shelter, Dannie and Jimmy unhitched their
horses, and raced for the stables to escape the storm, and to be

with Mary, whom electricity made nervous.
They would sit on the little front porch, and watch the greedy

earth drink the downpour. They could almost see the grass and
flowers grow. When the clouds scattered, the thunder grew

fainter; and the sun shone again between light sprinkles of rain.
Then a great, glittering rainbow set its arch in the sky, and it

planted one of its feet in Horseshoe Bend, and the other so far
away they could not even guess where.

If it rained lightly, in a little while Dannie and Jimmy could go
back to their work afield. If the downpour was heavy, and made

plowing impossible, they pulled weeds, and hoed in the garden.
Dannie discoursed on the wholesomefreshness of the earth, and

Jimmy ever waited a chance to twist his words, and ring in a
laugh on him. He usually found it. Sometimes, after a rain, they

took their bait cans, and rods, and went down to the river to
fish.

If one could not go, the other religiously refrained from casting
bait into the pool where the Black Bass lay. Once, when they were

fishing together, the Bass rose to a white moth, skittered over
the surface by Dannie late in the evening, and twice Jimmy had

strikes which he averred had taken the arm almost off him, but
neither really had the Bass on his hook. They kept to their own

land, and fished when they pleased, for game laws and wardens
were unknown to them.

Truth to tell, neither of them really hoped to get the Bass
before fall. The water was too high in the spring. Minnows were

plentiful, and as Jimmy said, "It seemed as if the domn plum tree
just rained caterpillars." So they bided their time, and the

signs prohibiting trespass on all sides of their land were many
and emphatic, and Mary had instructions to ring the dinner bell

if she caught sight of any strangers.
The days grew longer, and the sun was insistent. Untold miles

they trudged back and forth across their land, guiding their
horses, jerked about with plows, their feet weighted with the

damp, clinging earth, and their clothing pasted to their wet
bodies. Jimmy was growing restless. Never in all his life had he

worked so faithfully as that spring, and never had his visits to
Casey's so told on him. No matter where they started, or how hard

they worked, Dannie was across the middle of the field, and
helping Jimmy before the finish. It was always Dannie who plowed

on, while Jimmy rode to town for the missing bolt or buckle, and
he generally rolled from his horse into a fence corner, and

slept the remainder of the day on his return.
The work and heat were beginning to tire him, and his trips to

Casey's had been much less frequent than he desired. He grew to
feel that between them Dannie and Mary were driving him, and a

desire to balk at slight cause, gathered in his breast. He
deliberately tied his team in a fence corner, lay down, and fell

asleep. The clanging of the supper bell aroused him. He opened
his eyes, and as he rose, found that Dannie had been to the barn,

and brought a horse blanket to cover him. Well as he knew
anything, Jimmy knew that he had no business sleeping in fence

corners so early in the season. With candor he would have
admitted to himself that a part of his brittle temper came from

aching bones and rheumatic twinges. Some way, the sight of Dannie
swinging across the field, looking as fresh as in the early

morning, and the fact that he had carried a blanket to cover him,
and the further fact that he was wild for drink, and could think

of no excuse on earth for going to town, brought him to a
fighting crisis.

Dannie turned his horses at Jimmy's feet.
"Come on, Jimmy, supper bell has rung," he cried. "We mustn't

keep Mary waiting. She wants us to help her plant the sweet
potatoes to-nicht."

Jimmy rose, and his joints almost creaked. The pain angered him.
He leaned forward and glared at Dannie.

"Is there one minute of the day whin you ain't thinkin' about my
wife?" he demanded, oh, so slowly, and so ugly!

Dannie met his hateful gaze squarely. "Na a minute," he answered,
"excepting when I am thinking about ye."

"The Hell you say!" exploded the astonished Jimmy.
Dannie stepped out of the furrow, and came closer. "See here,

Jimmy Malone," he said. "Ye ain't forgot the nicht when I told ye
I loved Mary, with all my heart, and that I'd never love another

woman. I sent ye to tell her fra me, and to ask if I might come
to her. And ye brought me her answer. It's na your fault that she

preferred ye. Everybody did. But it IS your fault that I've
stayed on here. I tried to go, and ye wouldna let me. So for

fifteen years, ye have lain with the woman I love, and I have
lain alone in a few rods of ye. If that ain't Man-Hell, try some

other on me, and see if it will touch me! I sent ye to tell her
that I loved her; have I ever sent ye to tell her that I've quit?

I should think you'd know, by this time, that I'm na quitter.
Love her! Why, I love her till I can see her standin' plain

before me, when I know she's a mile away. Love her! Why, I can
smell her any place I am, sweeter than any flower I ever held to

my face. Love her! Till the day I dee I'll love her. But it ain't
any fault of yours, and if ye've come to the place where I worry

ye, that's the place where I go, as I wanted to on the same day
ye brought Mary to Rainbow Bottom."

Jimmy's gray jaws fell open. Jimmy's sullen eyes cleared. He
caught Dannie by the arm.

"For the love of Hivin, what did I say, Dannie?" he panted. "I
must have been half asleep. Go! You go! You leave Rainbow Bottom!

Thin, by God, I go too! I won't stay here without you, not a day.
If I had to take my choice between you, I'd give up Mary before

I'd give up the best frind I iver had. Go! I guess not, unless I
go with you! She can go to----"

"Jimmy! Jimmy!" cautioned Dannie.
"I mane ivery domn word of it," said Jimmy. "I think more of you,

than I iver did of any woman."
Dannie drew a deep breath. "Then why in the name of God did ye

SAY that thing to me? I have na betrayed your trust in me, not
ever, Jimmy, and ye know it. What's the matter with ye?"

Jimmy heaved a deep sigh, and rubbed his hands across his hot,
angry face. "Oh, I'm just so domn sore!" he said. "Some days I

get about wild. Things haven't come out like I thought they
would."

"Jimmy, if ye are in trouble, why do ye na tell me? Canna I help
ye? Have'nt I always helped ye if I could?"

"Yes, you have," said Jimmy. "Always, been a thousand times too
good to me. But you can't help here. I'm up agin it alone, but

put this in your pipe, and smoke it good and brown, if you go, I
go. I don't stay here without you."

"Then it's up to ye na to make it impossible for me to stay,"
said Dannie. "After this, I'll try to be carefu'. I've had no

guard on my lips. I've said whatever came into my heid."
The supper bell clanged sharply a second time.

"That manes more Hivin on the Wabash," said Jimmy. "Wish I had a
bracer before I face it."

"How long has it been, Jimmy?" asked Dannie.
"Etarnity!" replied Jimmy briefly.

Dannie stood thinking, and then light broke. Jimmy was always
short of money in summer. When trapping was over, and before any

crops were ready, he was usually out of funds. Dannie hesitated,
and then he said, "Would a small loan be what ye need, Jimmy?"

Jimmy's eyes gleamed. "It would put new life into me," he cried.
"Forgive me, Dannie. I am almost crazy."

Dannie handed over a coin, and after supper Jimmy went to town.
Then Dannie saw his mistake. He had purchased peace for himself,

but what about Mary?
Chapter VI

THE HEART OF MARY MALONE
"This is the job that was done with the reaper,

If we hustle we can do it ourselves,
Thus securing to us a little cheaper,

The bread and pie upon our pantry shelves.
Eat this wheat, by and by,

On this beautiful Wabash shore,
Drink this rye, by and by,

Eat and drink on this beautiful shore."
So sang Jimmy as he drove through the wheat, oats and rye

accompanied by the clacking machinery. Dannie stopped stacking
sheaves to mop his warm, perspiring face and to listen. Jimmy

always with an eye to the effect he was producing immediately
broke into wilder parody:

"Drive this mower, a little slower,
On this beautiful Wabash shore,

Cuttin' wheat to buy our meat,
Cuttin' oats, to buy our coats,

Also pants, if we get the chance.
By and by, we'll cut the rye,

But I bet my hat I drink that, I drink that.
Drive this mower a little slower,

In this wheat, in this wheat, by and by."
The larks scolded, fluttering over head, for at times the reaper

overtook their belated broods. The bobolinks danced and chattered
on stumps and fences, in an agony of suspense, when their nests

were approached, and cried pitifully if they were destroyed. The
chewinks flashed from the ground to the fences and trees, and

back, crying "Che-wink?" "Che-wee!" to each other, in such
excitement that they appeared to be in danger of flirting off

their long tails. The quail ran about the shorn fields, and
excitedly called from fence riders to draw their flocks into the

security of Rainbow Bottom.
Frightened hares bounded through the wheat, and if the cruel

blade sheared into their nests, Dannie gathered the wounded and
helpless of the scattered broods in his hat, and carried them to

Mary.
Then came threshing, which was a busy time, but after that,

through the long hot days of late July and August, there was
little to do afield, and fishing was impossible. Dannie grubbed

fence corners, mended fences, chopped and corded wood for winter,
and in spare time read his books. For the most part Jimmy kept

close to Dannie. Jimmy's temper never had been so variable.
Dannie was greatly troubled, for despite Jimmy's protests of

devotion, he flared at a word, and sometimes at no word at all.
The only thing in which he really seemed interested was the coon

skin he was dressing to send to Boston. Over that he worked by
the hour, sometimes with earnest face, and sometimes he raised

his head, and let out a whoop that almost frightened Mary. At
such times he was sure to go on and give her some new detail of

the hunt for the fifty coons, that he had forgotten to tell her
before.

He had been to the hotel, and learned the Thread Man's name and
address, and found that he did not come regularly, and no one

knew when to expect him; so when he had combed and brushed the
fur to its finest point, and worked the skin until it was velvet

soft, and bleached it until it was muslin white, he made it into
a neat package and sent it with his compliments to the Boston

man. After he had waited for a week, he began going to town every
day to the post office for the letter he expected, and coming

home much worse for a visit to Casey's. Since plowing time he had


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