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ahead of the mail-sacks, inquiring after her brother, and all that crowd

around staring. Why, we can't let her do that; she can't do that. If you



don't feel so interfering, I'm good for this job myself." And Mr. McLean

took the lead and marched jingling in to supper.



The seat he had coveted was vacant. On either side the girl were empty

chairs, two or three; for with that clean, shy respect of the frontier



that divines and evades a good woman, the dusty company had sat itself at

a distance, and Mr. McLean's best seat was open to him. Yet he had veered



away to the other side of the table, and his usually roving eye attempted

no gallantry. He ate sedately, and it was not until after long weeks and



many happenings that Miss Buckner told Lin she had known he was looking

at her through the whole of this meal. The straw-hatted proprietor came



and went, bearing beefsteak hammered flat to make it tender. The girl

seemed the one happy person among us; for supper was going forward with



the invariable alkalietiquette, all faces brooding and feeding amid a

disheartening silence as of guilt or bereavement that springs from I have



never been quite sure what--perhaps reversion to the native animal

absorbed in his meat, perhaps a little from every guest's uneasiness lest



he drink his coffee wrong or stumble in the accepted uses of the fork.

Indeed, a diffident, uncleansed youth nearest Miss Buckner presently



wiped his mouth upon the cloth; and Mr. McLean, knowing better than that,

eyed him for this conduct in the presence of a lady. The lively strength



of the butter must, I think, have reached all in the room; at any rate,

the table-cloth lad, troubled by Mr. McLean's eye, now relieved the



general silence by observing, chattily:

"Say, friends, that butter ain't in no trance."



"If it's too rich for you," croaked the enraged proprietor, "use

axle-dope."



The company continued gravely feeding, while I struggled to preserve the

decorum of sadness, and Miss Buckner's face was also unsteady. But



sternness mantled in the countenance of Mr. McLean, until the harmless

boy, embarrassed to pieces, offered the untasted smelling-dish to Lin, to



me, helped himself, and finally thrust the plate at the girl, saying, in

his Texas idiom,



"Have butter."

He spoke in the shell voice of adolescence, and on "butter" cracked an



octave up into the treble. Miss Buckner was speechless, and could only

shake her head at the plate.



Mr. McLean, however, thought she was offended. "She wouldn't choose for

none," he said to the youth, with appalling calm. "Thank yu' most to



death."

"I guess," fluted poor Texas, in a dove falsetto, "it would go slicker



rubbed outside than swallered."

At this Miss Buckner broke from the table and fled out of the house.



"You don't seem to know anything," observed Mr. McLean. "What toy-shop

did you escape from?"



"Wind him up! Wind him up!" said the proprietor, sticking his head in

from the kitchen.



"Ah, what's the matter with this outfit?" screamed the boy, furiously.

"Can't yu' leave a man eat? Can't yu' leave him be? You make me sick!"



And he flounced out with his young boots.

All the while the company fed on unmoved. Presently one remarked,



"Who's hiring him?"

"The C. Y. outfit," said another.



"Half-circle L.," a third corrected.

"I seen one like him onced," said the first, taking his hat from beneath



his chair. "Up in the Black Hills he was. Eighteen seventy-nine. Gosh!"

And he wandered out upon his business. One by one the others also



silently dispersed.

Upon going out, Lin and I found the boy pacing up and down, eagerly in



talk with Miss Buckner. She had made friends with him, and he was now

smoothed down and deeply absorbed, being led by her to tell her about



himself. But on Lin's approach his face clouded, and he made off for the

corrals, displaying a sullen back, while I was presenting Mr. McLean to



the lady.

Overtaken by his cow-puncher shyness, Lin was greeting her with ungainly



ceremony, when she began at once, "You'll excuse me, but I just had to

have my laugh."



"That's all right, m'm," said he; "don't mention it."

"For that boy, you know--"



"I'll fix him, m'm. He'll not insult yu' no more. I'll speak to him."

"Now, please don't! Why--why--you were every bit as bad!" Miss Buckner



pealed out, joyously. "It was the two of you. Oh dear!"

Mr. McLean looked crestfallen. "I had no--I didn't go to--"



"Why, there was no harm! To see him mean so well and you mean so well,

and--I know I ought to behave better!"






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