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Lin McLean-Part23_Owen Wister(1860-1938)_English Literature(文学名著)-第2页

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educated lady would think of a man who talked with an African accent.



'It's repotted you have a Southern rival yourself,' says he, joshin'

back. So I said I guessed the rival would find life uneasy. 'He does,'



says he. 'Any man with his voice broke in two halves, and one down in his

stomach and one up among the angels, is goin' to feel uneasy. But Texas



talks a heap about his lady vigilante in the freight-car.' 'Vigilante!' I

said; and I must have jumped, for they all asked where the lightning had



struck. And in fifteen minutes after writing you I'd hit the trail for

Separ. Oh, I figured things out on that ride!" (Mr. McLean here clapped



me on the back.) "Got to Separ. Got the sheriff's address --the sheriff

that saw her that night they held up the locomotive. Got him to meet me



at Edgeford and make a big talk to the superintendent. Made a big talk

myself. I said, 'Put that girl in charge of Separ, and the boys'll quit



shooting your water-tank. But Tubercle can't influence 'em.' 'Tubercle?'

says the superintendent. 'What's that?' And when I told him it was the



agent, he flapped his two hands down on the chair arms each side of him

and went to rockin' up and down. I said the agent was just a temptation



to the boys to be gay right along, and they'd keep a-shooting. 'You can

choose between Tubercle and your tank,' I said; 'but you've got to move



one of 'em from Separ if yu' went peace.' The sheriff backed me up good,

too. He said a man couldn't do much with Separ the way it was now; but a



decent woman would be respected there, and the only question was if she

could conduct the business. So I spoke up about Shawhan, and when the



whole idea began to soak into that superintendent his eyeballs jingled

and he looked as wise as a work-ox. 'I'll see her,' says he. And he's



going to see her."

"Well," said I, "you deserve success after thinking of a thing like that!



You're wholly wasted punching cattle. But she's going to Chicago. By

eleven o'clock she will have passed by your superintendent."



"Why, so she will!" said Lin, affecting surprise.

He baffled me, and he baffled Jessamine. Indeed, his eagerness with her



parcels, his assistance in checking her trunk, his cheerful examination

of check and ticket to be sure they read over the same route, plainly



failed to gratify her.

Her firmness about going was sincere, but she had looked for more



dissuasion; and this sprightly abettal of her departure seemed to leave

something vacant in the ceremonies She fell singularly taciturn during



supper at the Hotel Brunswick, and presently observed, "I hope I shall

see Mr. Donohoe."



"Texas?" said Lin. "I expect they'll have tucked him in bed by now up at

the ranch. The little fellow is growing yet."



"He can walk round a freight-car all night," said Miss Buckner, stoutly.

"I've always wanted to thank him for looking after me."



Mr. McLean smiled elaborately at his plate

"Well, if he's not actually thinking he'll tease me!" cried out Jessamine



"Though he claims not to be foolish like Mr. Donohoe. Why, Mr. McLean,

you surely must have been young once! See if you can't remember!"



"Shucks!" began Lin.

But her laughter routed him. "Maybe you didn't notice you were young,"



she said. "But don't you reckon perhaps the men around did? Why, maybe

even the girls kind o' did!"



"She's hard to beat, ain't she?" inquired Lin, admiringly, of me.

In my opinion she was. She had her wish, too about Texas; for we found



him waiting on the railroad platform, dressed in his best, to say

good-bye. The friendly things she told him left him shuffling and



repeating that it was a mistake to go, a big mistake; but when she said

the butter was not good enough, his laugh crackedjoyously up into the



treble. The train's arrival brought quick sadness to her face, but she

made herself bright again with a special farewell for each acquaintance.



"Don't you ride any more cow-catchers," she warned Billy Lusk, "or I'll

have to come back and look after you."



"You said you and me were going for a ride, and we ain't," shouted the

long-memoried nine-year-old. "You will," murmured Mr. McLean, oracularly.



As the train's pace quickened he did not step off, and Miss Buckner cried

"Jump!"



"Too late," said he, placidly. Then he called to me, "I'm hard to beat,

too!" So the train took them both away, as I might have guessed was his



intention all along.

"Is that marriage again?" said Billy, anxiously. "He wouldn't tell me



nothing."

"He's just seeing Miss Buckner as far as Edgeford," said the agent. "Be



back to-morrow."

"Then I don't see why he wouldn't take me along," Billy complained. And



Separ laughed.

But the lover was not back to-morrow. He was capable of anything, gossip






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