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
presentlywiped 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!"